“Adventures of Hermes Teslagestus”

"The Adventures of Hermes Teslagestus" – 2024-3-7

The Quest continues as I achieve the long-awaited Tesla and see myself in the next iteration of my

It is an affirmation of Kether's lightning.  Of my place and purpose in the mortal plane, my part in the Great Work shared by all the seekers of a brighter world, where every moment on the Quest has revealed another piece of the elements of Life herself and the physics of the modern myth.

I recall the moment when the lightning struck and I saw the indric net as a childe in "The Lightning Gift", and the moment when I wielded the lightning in "Mjolnir" , when I shot a photo of a bolt in Catching Lightning and more.

I had come so far in the quest.  To drive on the visualization of the rainbow road while in my role as Hermes Teslagestus bringing the modern myth to the people is so, SO apropos, and such a proof of the magic.

And everything is magic, made from the vibrational colors of consciousness arranged into shapes that manifested form. It was all related to the impressions in the ether. To the organization of the elements as it existed in the form of spells and intentions. Things looked different on the surface, their forms changing from age to age, yet beneath this liquidity lay more lasting architectures, primal qualities whose gravity defined the less enduring aspects of form.

I am literally traveling the rainbow road, in the manifestation of the etheric gnosis that had defined the journey through the many worlds upon the

Things create things.

The very act of my creating, this entry is a portal spell work, for it requires many grounded and cultivated things in order to happen smoothly. It requires the ability to articulate while dictating, and requires the ability to create the images inside of the context of the architecture of the publishing, artifact itself, it requires the awareness of the subtle energies of life and the ability to channel them into words, and so much more. It is a spell that has grown from my devotion to the Akka of story and the suite of talents that orbit around that. Here,the years of documenting my story with absolute authenticity, and in service to creating a medium for authentically describing the alchemical journey are in bloom, the gravity of my intention, building and building and building upon itself, until a new form formed into the world.

And our lives are defined by these laws. By that which is both the self, and that which is larger than itself, and it’s gradual revelation, along the thread of our story, all of which happened in the space of the Akasha. Such as the stage for the dance of the elements and the karmic Acca that form our mythologies, and thus the Crips and spell crafts of our lives.

It’s raining as I write this, and I am always powerful in the rain, when the sky kisses the earth with droplets of divine

The language of the hieroglyph is fast, changing the shape of the mind of its speaker, and it’s listener. It is the sacred dance between Cliff and meaning, a macroscopic shorthand for the Akka of consciousness.

Lightning in the Leaves

More all related to gravity.  To the gravity of the Stars – and of the Akasha that once existed in.  it was a physical thing, rot at the subtlest level of form itself

Take the Mythica Inc. vocation, the Magnum, opus of my life up until this point. A master spell to open a portal into the deeper octaves of life and to live in the magical world by giving that magic to others.

There is power in declaration. In owning once perception of their self and substance.

As always, the revelation happens in Cairo, it’s poetry and pros defined, but that which inspires within the mind and is spoken into being. Full transparency – the presence of the winged ears, the lightning bolt, the symbolism of the flash, and the invocation of the Promethea inception, we’re all present, yet the underlined tone of Hermes and the deliverance of light travel, and the messengers of the gods was not entirely clear before these moments

My relationship with meditation is equally as odd. From an early age, I recognized that the vibrations of the mind within the ethers, or soothed by meditation, and that the substance of the mind itself required meditation, yet I somehow could not settle into the reality of doing meditation, myself, pardon parcel of the ongoing question into my relationship with the practices and the degree of, ignorance or grievance with what seemed like remedial techniques existed within within

Like so many aspects of my relationship with the mortal plane, I have come to see it as a thing to arrived from my substance, from the sense of coming from another octave of being into the incarnate plane to serve a larger function, both liberated and bound to the substance of the selfin innocence and arrogance at once.

It is time that defines these things, that defines the cycles of the seasons, and the count of breaths. That is our lifetime. Such as the structure of the mortal plane at its core, defining our agency, or lack there up by the inspirations and revelations that occur along our path. Such as the grand equalizer, The Way Of relating our little Will and buried compulsions with the larger of the celestial mind.

It is the structure of time that has defined the resolution of my own harmonies into a place of coherence which has given me structure to understand

I have had much inquiry into the idea of free will in the mortal plane as well as the marketing of motivation towards the cause of self development, and the maintenance of inspired Hope.  Such as been a grand alchemy, a gradual recognition of the ways in which human beings negotiate the line of mystery that lay beyond what they are able to perceive, and the mini half remembered, or entirely off base principles of manifestation that give rise to the superstitions of ignorance

It is us the crossroads of time and inspiration that I have seen the effect of karma upon choice, Our options find by what we have access to and what we can remember at any given moment, orchestrated by patterns of memory and amnesia within time.

Been in the role of Hermes Tesla justice is a perfect example of how the subtle world defines the surface. As I travel, giving people rides in the Tesla for Uber, I am constantly getting to refine my presentation of the Mythica to the people, seeing the response of the audience, and refining my wordsto the place where authenticity and advertising meat. In this context, what appears as a driving gig on the surface of the world is an actuality, the vessel, for something much deeper.

I have always gained great revelations, whilst in movement, traveling across the sideway highways on the asphalt sea.  There’s a certain magic to the place between places and what can be divined from such a view. On the lightning road Carri, an even deeper significance as I feel the realms and Bright occurring within and without, clarified my receipt and transmission of the light of life.

I just had a rider in the car, an Indian man. (There are many Indians, here in Palo Alto). Uncharacteristically, I found myself speaking directly into the nature of yoga, and expressing the inborn city that I was born with, and what has defined the service of the Mythica.  it triggered a remembrance of something I had not thought in quite a while regarding the Mystic powers that are our subtle birthright.

Because of the nature of my karmic architecture, I have always been interested in the nature of siddhi and their place and purpose within human consciousness. Like all the aspects of the Mythica, this has been an inquiry into the architecture of meaning, and to the nature of what defines us as characters in each other stories. Here I have asked the architectural question of why things exist, whether they are the state of being defined by ignorance of its own self, or the state of being defined by the excellence of its own potential.

Like all aspects of my sense of self as a tabular Rahsa,, this has been an inquiry outside of the established patterns of traditions and lineages across the current age. It has been a look at things simply in their nature as things, unbiased by the aspiration to dissolve one’s karmic impressions, or hallmarks of the paradigm of Yoga as it has been known.

As the night goes on, I find myself in conversations speaking about the magic with different people. As I drop one man off at a casino, he speaks to me in passing and says “I’m a satyr“ to which I reply “you be that singer!“

This kind of thing is happened to me many times. People reveal ways in which they experience themselves, whether it is as an angel, a mermaid, a Jedi, the, Fay, or any other of a period of art types by which we identify ourselves and our talents. It is the thing fundamentally related to my Acca, that of holding space for the recognition of onesdeeper potential, embodiment, and part of the Mythica invocation to give people away to step into their myth.

From my perspective, all such things relate to form. To the gravity of identity, and it’s component elements that make up the invocation of our being, and becoming, and which all of our talents and trials are intrinsically related. Here, the singularity of the self is paramount,it is the gravity of self identity itself that holds such things in place, both the bondage, and the blessing of being and becoming.

It is my last ride of the evening when I encounter two wise men in service to Christ.

Such things look a certain way when viewed from the surface of perception, yet in the underlands of the Mythica they were so much more as I would come to see our meeting in it's deeper and more sacred capacity.  What appeared on the surface of the world as two businessmen headed to their hotel was the expression of a transcarnate geometry, our characters in Story meeting in perfect timing to share wisdom and fellowship on the Quest.

It is in that exact moment, as we are speaking to the Will of God that overspeaks all things, that the Tesla shuts down and engages in automatic updates, leaving us blessedly stranded in confluence and conversation ….

I told them the story of the believer from "Zen Awakening – Garden of the Gods" and her vision of the Christ … and of my encounter with the Christ during "Children of God" …

While I have the greatest respect for the Christ avatar and the interpretation of such Grace that has found it's way into the Mundus, It would be against my capacity as a messenger to favor one mortal perception of the Divine over another, for from my celestial perspective all such things are shapes within the shapeless, each a jewel in God's mansion reflecting a fractal of that infinite whole.

At it's core the very idea of a chosen people is an egoic prejudice, a splinter from the reality that we are all One being in various states of it's own self-realization.  It is the folly of the ignorant and while it gives a feeling of inclusion in the shallows of the heart it is fundamentally sinful in it's error of perspective.

The Aka of Money

I have said it before, yet it bears repeating – it is the nature of the Age itself that drives us to heal, that moves the people towards the subtle arts of healing and manifestation in order to snap the chains of limitation that we have been born into.

It isn't the difficulty with what is called "Zelle" on the surface of the world or the byzantine layers of "protection" that prevent the easeful flow of money that burns at me, but rather what I strive to perceive underneath, in the karmic constellations of aka around my relationship with money.

Like all aspects on the journey to abundance this is an act of investigative healing, divining as best as one can into the patterns which lay within that are manifesting their reality without.  In this context, I find myself enraged and frustrated by yet-another difficulty around the receipt of monies, and scan my inner landscape for it's karmic cause, knowing full well that my efforts are limited by the greater octave of Divine Will that defines the limitations of our path.

Thursday, February 29th

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Ladies of the Ley

3 SIGNS – CALL OF EUTERPE

I am asking Cassandra, trying to feel into what my soul wants, into what the true name of the Mythica is, of what my soul wants to be, of what wants to come through when magic happens in synchronicity!!!

Three signs come to me, first through a rider who invites me to sing karaoke with him and to come to a karaoke bar.  I decline at first, but tell him I may join them.  Then a second ride arrives who wants to go to same karaoke bar! Feeling the flow, I head into the bar and sing in the background and it feels good.

Two signs.  Then a third – For as I leave and do a final ride I pick up two young men, one of whom is a professional singer and who reinforces the idea of karaoke and singing AGAIN!

Clearly a sign.  Like the three signs of the Goddess when I left towards Winlaw in 2013.