"The Woodland Guardians" – February 22, 2015

2015-2-22

"Mythic Worlds – Part 1"

I am invited by Jesse Wynden to come to the Mythic Worlds festival, an offshoot of the Faerieworlds invocation. Traveling there, I reunite with the tribe in beautiful and shared magics, continuing my relentless charge to deliver the Mythica to the people …

It is also a beautiful respite from the near-constant adjutant and facing of the distortions of sanctuary and fellowship that are occurring in the Castle …

Magicians and Seers

I deeply wish to share the Mythica with them for I can hear the song within our hearts, the shared dedication to the myth and the meaning which was the substance of our stories.

Wandering the Market

It is the archetype of the thing. To walk the corridors of the Faerie Market wherever it appears is a magical experience, for each vendor, each shaper and maker and artisan …

It is such fine mythos to witness King Emilio walking the grounds. To feel the weave of the ancient bardic that moves through him and what he does for the people.

From my vantage in the Mythica, he is the King of this domain, and thus it’s servant. Woven to bright purpose by the needs of her place and peoples. It is a great responsibility, the orchestration of subtle instruments in a fabric of living story, one that merely looks on the surface as the scheduling and managing of talent and location. Such are the expressions of the true weaving, the vision and virtue to face what must be faced to bring a world into being, and I respected Emilio for this. For the service that he gave to the people.

Speakers and Song

I have never actually sat in a ‘workshop’ like this before. It reminds me of my initiation into the World of conferences at Experts Academy, where beings sit before a podium of wisdom, listening and absorbing.

It’s honestly new. I chalk it up to my fae nature that things didn’t even occur to me as things-to-do before this moment.

Like so much of the human plane, the aka of the thing shimmers and changes, it’s context slipping in and out of my grasp. While in a sense I feel the essence, that Orion travels the shares his books and teachings, it is also distant. I consider the similarity to Buchard’s presentation, to the weave of flickering moments of definition that sit behind the stories and what they cold manifest as for myself.

People of Faerie

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The Woodland Guardians

Much to my surprise the ganja chocolate I ingest turns out to be of the fungal variety, and I am swept into the underlands of Faerie, mana flowing through the opened channels in my form, bringing me deep into my archetype within the realms.

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Courts of Faerie

Unimpeded by any sense of political diplomacy, I turn to Hjeron and say with a smile –

“You know brother, I respect everyone here and what they do. Yet at the end of the day, I am King of Faerie.”

True Kingship, of course, is not about politics or personal agendas. It is about the Land. About unity with the Land and service to the people.

Noah had said it once, how I *was* Faerie, and he was right. I knew it. Sometimes I forgot, lost in the veil of the human condition. Yet underneath it was always there, pulsing with invincible light.