The Books of Fae 2015-6-24 – “Union of the Kingdoms” “…I receive an invitation to weave together the realms of the human and the deva by Samavesha Gayatri and am led to invite the priestess Dakota Chanel with me to the ritual as my companion, a thing which become an initiation into the realms of Love and Redemption across the planes of the New Earth …”

"Union of the Kingdoms" – June 24, 2015

2015-6-24

Blessings of Faerie

There is a sense of royalty to it, of faerytales made real. Of standing in the sacred waters of the Faery Pools and being anointed by a priestess of Water.

We leave the pools, walking alongside the path above Oberon's Tavern, reflecting. Here I felt the archetype of my mythos, that of the traveler and ferryman across the realms. I could sense that we were at a threshold, a moment where we could step forward, sharing a commitment deeper into the magical world. Turning to Dakota, I say, "Make no mistake, this is the bus to Hogwart's."

Waters of Shasta

I can feel the mythos beneath the surface as Dakota makes her way to the headwaters, the song of her invocations and intent rippling across the ethers of the Creation like soft rain.

The Fire Road

As we make our way through the darkness, I am suddenly contacted by Joyous Heart, my ally from Heaven on Earth.

Hall of the Deva

The Enchanted Forest

In the morning we are invited to set up the Brighthome in a section of the land designated as the Enchanted Forest. As we enter the space I sense the pulse of mythos beneath the surface, and witness a photo to denote our position on the unfolding adventure.

The Scotland arrives once again is significant, carrying with it the song and story that I have underlying my quest across the years.

It turns out that Immanuel is an authentic member of the knights templar, the lineage of holy guardians as well as a deep proponent of Joseph Campbell's teachings of embodied myth. In recognition of the nobility of his efforts, I offer him the opportunity to wear the Elphinstone Coat, the mystical rainment crafted for me by Copper Chris in the summer(?) of 2007.

And she is all these things and more. A priestess of the Olde World, radiant with the codes of consciousness which speak to the remembrance of Avalon herself …

The sign of the angel between two rainbow flags was deeply potent for me in that moment, reminding of how I saw myself on the Quest, an angelic presence connected to the deva of the land walking the rainbow road to the new paradigm.

The Lustful Knave

I don't like his scent. It smells ripe with lustfulness and intent towards Dakota, and he tries to pass a necklace of mala beads onto her as a totem, as if to lay claim to her.

Walking the Labyrinth

I consider the flags as we move through them, the timbres and textures of the colors reflecting the space we traversed in our inner worlds.

I am intent on fulfilling the word I have given to the priestess, and feel into the intelligence of the forest deva and their relationship with the labyrinth itself …

Labyrinths are places of potent magic, their very essence embodying the karmic spirals that define our lives.

INSERT A COMIC OR GRAPHIC OF ME MOVING THROUGH THE LABYRINTH HERE. I SEE A SEQUENCE OF IMAGES SHOWING ME WEAVING TOGETHER THE HUMAN & DEVA KINGDOMS THROUGH MY ESSENCE

The elements move through me then as I feel the labyrinth, it’s glyph moving across the octaves of the underlands, connecting the surface with the subtle.

It was a connection between the world and otherworld, between what things appeared to be on the Mundus and what they were in the underlands.

The elements move through me then as I feel the labyrinth, it’s glyph moving across the octaves of the underlands, connecting the surface with the subtle.

As I finish the weaving, the four guardians we encountered on the way take up positions around the labyrinth. As they do, I can feel the vibrations of their essence, the qualities of the elements that naturally arrive through them as a part of the overall invocation. Whether by intent or simple arrival, it reminds me of the ways in which beings would show up during rituals at the Academy, each embodying a certain elemental energy necessary for the space.

I consider the flags as we move through them, the timbres and textures of the colors reflecting the space we traversed in our inner worlds.

Fields of Avalon

The movement through the dimensia of the Creation happens both within and without, in the way we perceive and receive the energies of the world alongside where we arrive in the coordinates of our earthly existence. For Dakota and I, the stream and surrounding forest were a portal, a movement into the realms closer to the Garden, to the Eden that lay within the secret heart of all people.

It is a moment of rare vulnerability for me, for I do not feel at my peak, not flush with the finance or the easement that I wish, yet one takes their opportunities for humanity where they get them, and I hold out my hand, asking her to shoot a photo of me in a moment I consider part of my own healing of the distortions around intimacy, the fears I have had of allowing myself to be vulnerable, to connect in the softer parts of the human condition and be seen.

This time it is the shape of what feels like a humanoid silouette in the water that speaks to me, the image conveying a wash of sensations and divinations into the nature of our elemental essences and their passage through the forest …

It isn't how things appear in the Mundus, but what they are, underneath. What the elementals that give rise to our powers and talents are in the depths of our being.

Just as Dakota had affinity with Water, I had affinity with Fire, with the Ethers of space and how they played out through the atmospheres of our stories. I could feel the Sun invigorating me, replenishing my energy, the sense of warmth and radiant light caressing my skin like a molten kiss.

Invoking Forgiveness

Dance of Shiva

There’s a texture to what comes out of me, the statement I made to Gayatri has a deeper implication. I’m not sure what it is, exactly, only that I have to find Dakota. To see if she’s alright.

Like I did in 2013 at Faerieworlds, I shift my sight, scenting the texture of her energy through the underlands of the Mythica. The trail leads to the main house, a small ways away from the fire …

I had hoped for love, and yet here it was again – the stain. The defilement in the aka of sexuality and healing, repeating again in the fields of the akasha, it's very existence emblematic of the resolving filth of the old paradigm.

“Did you want to do it?” I asked her …

Things churned beneath the surface for sure, yet in that moment, all I could think of was Dakota’s well-being.

Here again I invoked the ho'oponopono, taking responsibility for my potion of the distortion that moved through the collective regarding the right use of sexual energy and the clarity of the healing arts ….

"He'll appear again once we leave the yurt" I say.

"How do you know?" she asks.

"It's the nature of stories."

Sure enough, a few minutes after we leave the sanctuary of the yurt the defiler arrives, and as he does a new deluge of sensations moves through my mindseye to be processed in defense of the lady.

I could have killed him then. His mind was weak and unfocused and his throat was open. It would have been so simple, a quick strike to collapse his windpipe, letting him choke on the repurcussions for his sin, yet such was not my practice – not the solution of the current Age and it's repeated distortions.

The Sacred Commerce

Healing the Wound – Deva of Water

I felt it so strongly. A harrowing across the ethers. A hot wound at the very center of trust, one shared by all women and men upon the incarnate plane.

As they did in Faerieworlds in 2013 the eye of the Water Dragon opens to me, communicating the essence of letting go ….

Healing the Wound – Deva of Fire

I felt it so strongly. A harrowing across the ethers. A hot wound at the very center of trust, one shared by all women and men upon the incarnate plane.

A Noble Alliance

They offer us a place to stay at their home, a realm called 'Future Peak'. I am convinced that it was my right-action in not dispatching the defiler from this life that has opened this door for me, that I have cleared some of the ancient distortions moving through the collective.

Heading Onward

The ritual done, I am feeling very much like an ambassador of faerie, and place the collection of shaping masks I had acquired on the Quest upon a stump. The energy of Faerie embodied within them impresses itself across the ethers in a harmony, and I feel a sensation, a sense that the distortions of sexuality, the masculine and the feminine healing from our actions within the forest.