“Stewarding the Myth”

And then I did something that would bother me for years.

At the time of this writing, I look back on events with new eyes. With a vaster experience of the strings of our stories wafting across the ethers. A tenderness and sadness touches on me, when I feel how my actions were felt in that climactic moment, where I was driven to my actions by something greater than myself.

This was hard, at the time. So hard. I felt so much agitation across the ethers, yet for some reason, I was not led to drive back across the country. To my truest knowledge of self, there was no motivation to steal away his crew, nor any desire to challenge his position. Not consciously, at least.

Yet what are our stories, if not the resolution of our collective subconscious? What is the sacred mirror that sits beneath all the characters in our Story?

It can be so difficult to forgive ourselves for our own judgments of self. To hold a sense of curiosity at the unfoldment of what appears to be transpiring on the surface of the world. This was one of those times. Where I felt myself a part of an unfolding mythos, fulfilling a role in that archetypical underworld for Hjeron, just as he was playing a role for me. There was a sense of inevitability around it, not out of malign intent, but by the compass of an inner faith.

Looking back, I could not understand why I was being so obstinate. Why it just felt so fundamentally wrong to drive back. It was merely a 9 hour trip, yet for reason, I could not do it. I had no conscious intention to seize control of his troupe, I saw myself as a steward, trying to live up to the role of a leadership that carried the people forward.

Here, the shadows around the Divine Masculine played themselves out, where I felt myself and Hjeron in the shared resolution of the qualities of warriorship, fellowship, and the nature of alpha dominance versus the the ideal of the round table.

Crossing Waters

I could feel it, echoing back across the field from the shapes where the Ocean met the Bay. A change in the waters of the circumstance, where we shifted into a new realms.

Chieftains and Tribes

On the quest, I am always divining the path and as I pass by a pub with the neon sign ‘Chieftain’ hanging beneath it, I wonder at it’s appearance in the field. At what it says about my current position in the underlands and what aka I am moving through along the way.

I am determined to understand what is going on. Why I have been so adamant about the navigation of my ship and the consequences. As I contemplate this, my eyes are led to a glowing neon sign saying “Chieftain Pub”, and I see that I am in the underlands of being a Chieftain, the archetype of Hjeron’s mythos.

Yet I do not consider myself a chieftain. If anything, I feel I am stewarding the myth, striving to divine the reasons why I am being led the way I am.

Wilde and Wandering

It is magical. So magical, to be on the journey through the realms with a caravan of fellow mystics. In my way I strive to navigate the crew forward, feeling myself stewarding them from one place to another on the route of their performance.

In that moment it was clear to me, we saw the world through the bubble of our beliefs. Through the liquid chroma of our mind and it’s interpretations.

July 28, 2008 – “Clearing the Warrior Waters”

I was dismayed when I discovered his flute and pictures had fallen into the murky water. To see that my incomprehension of the earth plane had brought about even further suffering to the brotherhood I cherished so much. Now, my senses enhanced by the liquid fire, I felt the reverberations of my own judgment and it’s connection to what felt like a greater pattern that linked us both.

I needed to cleanse it. To clear the energies as best I could. To open a ritual space and clear the threads I felt in the weave between our worlds.

In the underlands, I saw myself in a forest, surrounded by mists. ALl around me were vikings fighting. One held up a round shield as I stood by a round table. The waves across the ether hammered me as I felt the space between. Calling upon the neutrality I had practiced at the Academy, I felt into the space of my self, feeling into the place where it’s edges met Hjeron’s. It was a place of broken things, one that stretched back across the lineages of the Age, and I felt it playing out in the modern myth beneath our shared stories.