"Illumination" – August 3, 2012

2012-8-3

"… It is the Summer of 2012 when James accepts my invitation to leave the grey angles of the City to join me in the realms of Cascadia, headed deeper into the Mythica. It is my hope that we can work together to create the Grimoire’s, the modern hieroglyphs of our authentic adventures, and that we may at last share our Light in service to the Awakening.

James accepts my invitation to leave the grey angles of the City to join me in the realms of Cascadia, headed deeper into the Mythica. It is my hope that we can work together to create the Grimoire’s, the modern hieroglyphs of our authentic adventures, and that we may at last share our Light in service to the Awakening.

I am led to bring us both to the Illumination festival, the evolution of the Firedance I had been led to nearly a decade before, to re-encounter the dedicated magi and alchemists of that realm. Here I encounter Paradox Pollack for the first time, and reacquaint myself with the magicians of the Fire Circle ….

Invoking the Brighthome

As always, I wanderwalk the lands, listening for where the Brighthome is meant to align. I feel the paths beneath me, still radiant with the energies of the Beloved festival a year earlier, still flush with the radiance of conscious evolution that drew the tribes of Cascadia to it’s knoll.

Meeting the Magicians

I feel the background of it, the energy of Mercury, of Hermes, moving through them as they show me the page. It is a strange sensation, where each of the expressions, that of the people, the page, the coffee cup and more all shimmer for a moment, part of a wave of force that tastes of the element itself.

The threads between them clarified as I moved through the realm. I saw that they were connected in lines of relationships, all engaged in this alchemy, this shape of spellcraft which related to those forms.

Such was familiar to me. I had tasted it before, in the etheric swirls which underlay the Aleister Crowley hermeticism. The alchemy of being.

I had generally found such relationships with the magic, with the primal language of the Creation to be reflections of a certain shape in the ethers, one that oft felt overthought to the elementalism that defined my fae perspective.

Looking back on it now, it is amazing to me how I was witnessing the unfolding structure, how the world above and the worlds below shimmered and shifted as I moved through the space.

I could feel the spellwork, yet the mechanism of it, the way in which beings were defined and in transformation, flickered in and out of my recognition, walking through a dream of archetypes.

I am led to witness Kevala, one of the elvish avatars i’d encountered in the realms, his form radiant with layers of ancestry in the heroic arts.

The Heroic Paradox

I really wonder if there’s some underlying myth which causes heroes to brawl a bit before they get to the Great Work. Where there’s a real alchemy of transformation between the characters that has to express itself in order to get to the underlying harmony.

It certainly felt that way when I first met Paradox Pollack.

There is such magic that flows through his form! Waves upon waves of story, shifting tides and tones of embodied intelligence, I feel it shimmering across the form in high definition, clarified into itself in the human plane. I felt another denizen of the Mythica in Paradox, an aspect of our shared pantheon that lived it’s myth.

Yet while this was a majesty in and of itself, what drew me so deeply to Paradox was that he shared with me a particular resonance, the energies of the comic books wrought into the real.

Witness for the Divine

There is a sense of it then, in the fields of the space. That there is something bigger than simply the witnessing of my own path. As I stand amongst the phalanx of modern magicians, I feel myself an avatar of the Eye of God, witnessing the characters of this modern story.