“Haleakala – Dawn of the New World”

2019-1-17

The Books of Fae

2019-1-17 – "Haleakala – Dawn of the New World"

"… we travel with the Shadow King to the high mountains of Haleakala, there to invoke the New World in ritual and remembrance.  Afterwards, he gifts us his remaining time in a New Earth temple in the Mandala Gardens, fulfilling the intention set when we first arrived in Paia …"

Facing the Shadow King

It was the defilement of the Divine Masculine again, rearing it's head through the incoherent raging of the Shadow King towards myself and Joshua.  I felt the aka of value being distorted in a wave of incoherent and repetitive rambling, and walked off.  As I did, Joshua engaged, facing the shadows head-on in his own declaration of sovereignty against shadow.

Once again we encountered a being breaking their word to us, waffling on what they had promised in the wake of their changing mind.

At first I try to soothe him, to invoke the ho'oponopono, hoping that the resonance with the aina of Maui will increase the effectiveness in clearing the distorted patterns in the aka of value I feel expressing themselves through his madness, the spittle and rage flying from his mouth as he keeps repeating his thoughts.  He is literally shaking with unresolved traumas as I recognize the futility of trying to engage with him and turn away, recognizing that I am again dealing with the madness of the world and striving to find out what I can transform within myself that will change it's expression along my path.

Yet Joshua is not so quick to leave, and as I walk off, I feel them beginning to engage, the crazed vibrations of the shadow king seeking and finding purchase in Joshua's own resolution of the aka of the Masculine and the defilement of Kingship as he stands his ground upon the sand.

As I sit in the vehicle I can hear them screaming at each other, the ripples of the encounter hammering across the ethers where they engage each other on the beach.  It is an unpleasant sensation, like a wound wounding itself over and over, and once more I am disgusted by the amount of patience, tolerance and understanding we are demanded to embrace against the madness of a broken Age.

It goes on for a time, and eventually Joshua finds his way to the vehicle, equally frustrated by what seems like yet another example of the people not keeping their word.

2019-1-17 – Climbing Mt. Haleakala

We climb the mountain together, intending to reach the observatory above the clouds and witness the sunrise, recognizing that such would be a potent magic of transformation, of ringing in the new day and dawn after a night of ritual.

As we reach the top of the mountain, we make our way to the Halkeala observation station.  We are the only ones there as the day fades into night …

We move intuitively, our harmony of sound and of personality creating a natural circle that we walk around our distorted ally.

As we walk in the circle playing our instruments towards the approaching dawn, I feel the energies changing, shifting within the shadow king.  I feel the layers of trauma moving from him, the angry and frightened child within becoming revealed, unpeeling in the quietude of the night and the harmonious tones of our circling within the space.

The magic is a trance, transcending time and while I know we have played all throughout the night it seems like only a few minutes have passed when we see him raise his head, his eyes cleared of the shadows clinging upon his heart.

"How did I not see this?" asked the Shadow King as he witnessed our aspect for the first time.

The constant application of Manifestor consciousness mixed with forgiveness pays off as, with virtually no money and unable to rent our vehicle for another week, we are brought to the tiny temple of mandala farms, our rent paid for by an ally we come to call the silent king.

Such is a proof of the principle that we live in a friendly universe, adding to the anchoring of that easement in our bodies as we feel a foothold in the realms of sacred sanctuary at last.

As a last sharing before he leaves the island, the silent king, Yeshua and I make our way to the top of Mount Haleakala, witnessing our movement through the akasha.  So much is changing in our field, seen on the octave of the Mythica …

After major ritual magic and a shared witnessing of a shift in the realms of our passage across the akasha, Yeshua and I come to the tiny temple, a majesty of harmonic design in the sanctuary of the Mandala Gardens, the rent paid for by our silent ally.

Such proved the physics of the quest, that we lived in the reflection of our own substance of consciousness, proving the application of the techniques of manifestation with the larger context of the Great Story.

Seen on the octaves of the Mythica, the temple was radiant, a place of majesty, flush with the vibrations of harmony.  It filled our Hearts, for to arrive at such a place, in the incarnate plane, was the very proof of the Akasha Yoga.

2019-1-24

Akasha Yoga – Manifesting the Akashic Temple

To be in the temple is proof of concept. Of manifestation wrought from the ground floor, from the barest of resources. The test of technique in triumph. To be here, of all the places we could possibly have arrived, within the resonance of the Mandala Gardens is more than simple willfulness. Deeper in my being, it feels a providence, a petal unfolding in that much larger lotus of our shared emergence.

Alliance of the Aina

Of course, the characters which had appeared in different iterations across my story continued to show up, taking the form of (what was her name) and Halley Armstrong, both of whom synchronicitously lived in close proximity to us on the island.

That she was his mother and married to Satya’s son was no surprise. Here I saw the Akasha playing out beautifully as I had encountered this very woman many years earlier, arriving in synchronicity and sanctuary during my time at ‘Avalon Fringe’ on the island of Kauai in 2002 ….

Magi and Djedi

In 2019 when we reached the Mandala Gardens, this sense of abundance as our birthright and access to the assets reached a point of clarity.  We had arrived at a literal temple made from what we considered an emergent octave of architecture and which had been designed and built by another ambassador of consciousness and a part of the galactic pantheon we considered our cosmic family.  As we had gotten there, sitting in the beauty and expansiveness of Maui, we had felt closer to heaven on earth than ever before – that through the trials we had somehow found our way to circumstances which were safe, expansive, and which hinted at a more abundant version of our life.  It was there, amongst the emerald wisdoms of the deva of the land, that I truly felt the essence of the idea of heaven on earth, of being able to live in a place of wholeness and easement along the pages of our sacred story.

In the sacred geometries of the tiny temple, I am able to relax at last. To reathe into the harmonics of the aina and sculpt the Mythica into form.

There is a deep beauty to our arrival. A sense of hearth and grounding, long-desired in the relentless walk along the rainbow road.

Like the Ahimsa and Peace temples, the tiny temple plays out across the underlands of the Mythica as the surface form of a particular impression, that of a sacred geometry of new architecture, the ancient knowing blossoming it’s manner into the emergent Age.

Like we did during "Magician's Oasis" we continue working on clarifying the physics of the quest and the akashic compass, finding ways to illustrate the quest while simultaneously doing the ground-level manifestation work to make our way towards the New Earth.

The Rainbow Queen

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Of course Halley Armstrong would arrive, just as she had arrived during the "The Sanctuary" and "Portal to the New Earth" episodes of 2016.  Like so many members of the pantheon of characters I had encountered, she represented the codes of a new education, a way of connecting with our selves and the world and living the life of our own mythical story.

The Kekoa Tree

In Hawaii more than the other territories i've traveled through in the mortal plane the remembrance of the aumakua, the ancestor gods which exist within our lives and lineages are strong …

Here Kekoa shows me a natural hewn rock as compared to an industrialized rock

February 27, 2019 – Hitching the Sideway Highways – Light Language

That's my light language isn't that from like your light council that's like a transdimensional

Everything is manifestation.  Life is art, after all, and as I invoke my version of the "light language" I hear in the wyrd corners of the emergent culture my intention is to see if the radiance of my vibration to the people driving by has any torque in manifesting us a ride back to the temple …

Around that time I was investigating Jeff Walker's 'Product Launch Formula' in an attempt to present what I considered the physics of the quest to the world.  In response to it's teachings, I created a number of videos which were to serve as an introduction into the course and bring the people onboard as Joshua and I strove to organize a solid framework for the presentation of a means of looking at one's story as a magical adventure.

There was a day that I remember vividly, where we went over and over the flow-through on presenting the course, repeating it again and again.  I had felt that something was incoherent, that something was just simply not working and that perhaps by repeating it we could hammer it into shape.  Yet while we gave it the grand effort, something WAS blocking our progress, and everything we tried to do somehow fell away from our memories, the work shifting out of focus as new information poured in along our story.

Characters

Bruce Douglas

Hailey Dawn Armstrong

Joshua Faust

Kekoa Powers

Kundra Rose

Satya Douglas