"The Magician's Oasis" – March 21, 2018

2018-3-21

The Books of Fae

2018-3-21 – "Magician's Oasis"

"…in alignment with a prophetic divination by Joshua we are led to the Magician's Oasis, a house with a triple waterfall nestled in the City of False Gods known as Las Vegas on the surface of the world …"

I continue weaving the invocation to illustrate the subtle world, working with the tools I have available to honor the energies moving through the people.  It's a gradual process, one of constant divination into the digital world, to listen for the right tools, the right approach which will forge the Mythica to clear.

The intensity of my frustration with community is extreme here, and Joshua and I go through what seems like endless processing of why things have not been coming together, why our reaching out to the people has garnered so little interest despite the proclamations of collective consciousness and collaboration moving through the field.  It is during this time that I have a brief opening window into the underlying disgust towards the age of the akasha in which we live and the strategy of gratitude for the "opportunity" to suffer, and where I do extensive ho'oponopono in an attempt to clear the field yet again.

Driving the sideway highways

The Man Who Knows

So much was communicated during this time as Yeshua and I went deep into the creation of the architecture of the Mythica, where I modeled for him the feeling of the threads of the elements into the textures of expressions on the surface plane, stepping more and more into the role of teacher through his inspiration.

The appearance of the poster was realmsign to me, reminding of my journey across the realms during the 2006 episode "King of Trolls" on the Journey Home. There, standing before a prestidigitation shoppe, flush with the feral rawness of my relationship with the magics of the elements, I had found it deeply significant, for I was the man who knew. Who understood the ley of the land.

In the Mythica, I saw what we were doing, our efforts weaving together the pieces of the great armature required to cast the spell of Opening. Where we acted in clearing and divination, forging our way to the clarity of perception that allowed the weave of Story sing, where the product of our efforts was met in the earthen roots of the Commonwealth.

Unearthing the Compass

“What about this? he asks, pulling an artifact from my earlier years on the Quest. Like so many aspects of the design, I had forgotten this integral piece, gained in "The Mythica Glyph". A sigil of the navigation device that would eventually become the Akashic Compass.

As I look at it, gazing into the substance of it’s impression through the akasha, I see.

This was the missing piece. This was the axis that tied it all together. The compass that tracked our movement across the realms of the Mythica.

Like so many weavings I had cast over the course of the Quest, the purposing of the compass would not make itself known for many years.

Building the Mythica

The months are difficult as I strive to model the multiverse of our stories in the digital world.  I plunge through what seems like endless hours of tech support and custom code, balancing out the byzantine labyrinth of wordpress and wpengine to anchor the idea to ground.  While I did not realize it at the time, such was the nature of my process, moving through the incoherence in my own mind through the outward expression of the site.

Angels in the Clay – Illustrating the Mythica

The work to build the style of illustrating the subtle world continues as I witness Joshua in his meditations and continue to weave together both my divination into the energies he is embodying in the moment and how to use the technology to illustrate them to create the modern hieroglyph.

Magic, Madness and Moana

The River of Myth

It is then Joshua makes a discovery, a vision of our placement in the underlands, standing on the edge of Mythos, the river of myth.

The Surface and the Subtle

The spell continues to crystallize, with new ways of presenting the concept of witnessing the mystical octave of reality playing themselves out, where I see the seeds of the threads now expression through the substance of the Worlds in the current moment simultaneous with the Idea always present behind the scenes which was grown now from infancy to iteration, the spell in manifestation.

We were, after all, on the mythical Quest. We were facing the core patterns that shifted one through the Shadowlands, and were spending our days crafting a magical device by which to reach the Commonwealth from the realms of the Mythica.

Chipoltek, the Burrito God

Joshua and I worked to build out the Mythica platform, confronting layer after layer of patterns which we felt underlay the circumstances of our lives.

I have been dealing with what seems like an infinite amount of technical issues with the Mythica site, constantly on the phone with tech-support and building, and rebuilding the way of presenting what I consider the physics of the quest. We’ve had little to no money, and we’re living on the barest of donations For $10 or so a day to purchase a single burrito at Chipotle, which we then spread into multiple tortillas and shared as an act of fellowship.  While we were there, we created video after video, publishing our movements along the quest, yet no one really responded. Nonetheless, as I had set as my intention, I felt the act of creating videos was in, and of itself, a thing of condensing substance, that through doing the videos we were growing in the Spellwork of the modern bardic – initiating and cultivating the basic form of the journalist magician .

Palace of Hollows

It was stunning to me, to walk into such a vast architecture, flush with the pantheons of the Olde World, yet utterly lacking in the belief and elemental resonance that defined that sacred relationship.

Still, I was thankful, that with so little money, I still had a last surge left in the AppleCare, enabling me to have the laptop fixed once more and continue my work.

I look upwards as I wander through the space and witness the Greek and Roman pantheon looking down on me from above, reminding me of the times when i'd felt that thing on the quest.  It is truly a Percy Jackson moment, for I feel like a demigod moving through a world without depth, flush with the shallow edifice of things without the soul to sustain them.

As I wait, I look at a photo I receive from Allyn Krenzien, and feel into the totems which surround her aura, illustrating them within the context of the Mythica ….

The Magicians

Walking the Rainbow Road

It is then that I get a vision of the rainbow road, the underlands of the Mythica unfolding beneath the surface of perception.  Where mine and Joshua’s journey moved through a territory of more causal energies, playing out as our circumstance.

Mirror Mirror

It was a tremendously difficult time. Angers, confusions and unforgiving woundings from love’s lost and voices unheard hammered at me from within as we made our way across the shadow of the aka of Value in effort to maintain vantage on the structure of the Mythica and our means of connecting with the Worlds.

As I moved through the house, the grand mirror, that of the magician whose home we perched in, spoke to me, whispering a spell of self-love in the language of the land.

As I had done many times before, I drew strength from the mantra of the Moana soundtrack, setting “You Know Who You Are” on repeat as I gazed into the mirror, feeling the threads of the aina passing through the substance of the Story through my form. Healing the distortions around my regard of self.

Reality Refined – Illustrating the Mythica

A Green Farewell

The Price of Passage

As the pressure continues to rise and penniless to afford to purchase the Stories that sustain me, I find a torrent site and download episodes of the Magicians, intent on drawing prana through the Story …

It is hard, but the only option I can see is to give up my beloved lightning bow. My Canon 5D Mark III and the lenses associated with it feel the only way I have to pay off the debt we have incurred whilst staying at this sanctuary …

Clarifying the Landscapes of Legend

It is then that I get a vision of the rainbow road, the underlands of the Mythica unfolding beneath the surface of perception.  Where mine and Joshua’s journey moved through a territory of more causal energies, playing out as our circumstance.

As he pulls the compass out of my inventory, everything shifts.  The energies change, becoming more coherent.  A vision opens to me, a sense of the perfection of creating the compass and then forgetting it’s existence, only to be rediscovered in this moment.

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