"The Village of Peace" – August 16, 2014

2014-8-16

The more I witness my Path, the more clearly I come to see the paths through the Mythica. The many realms of being through which I am traveling and their vibrational content. More and more I come to see the surface plane as the expression of that much deeper thing, in which our many Stories move through archetypical landscapes, where the Heaven and Earth meet in places of embodied mythology and perfect synchronicity.

The Blooming Myth

It is during this time that I first meet my fellow bard Robin Liepman …

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Entering the Village

The Quest leads me back to the Wellspring, in the Ashland Shire, to a festival called ‘The Village of Peace’. As I approach, I am in a space of deep softness, of Yin and quietude, and immediately see my fellow King ‘R’ engaged in a conflict with another ….

Temple of the Goddess

Once again Graell appears, a wayshower and space-holder, ambassador of the temple. As always she is busy holding the weaving of her duty, and our exchange is brief.

Yet meaningful – for every interaction I have had with the priestess has had it’s own gravity, a reflection of embodied mythos that is her own realm in the Mythica.

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A sense of familiarity kisses me as I enter the space, seeing the Millenial Gaia statue at the door that matches the one I carry with me throughout the journey. Such is always a good sign on the path, one that I have come to a place of resonance and refuge, where the ideals of the Green and the Gold hold sway.

I read it, and I feel it, and I need it. A sense of cooling down, of respite from the constant churning. Of the questions of how to build the Mythica and serve my mission.

Dakini of Love

As I walk through the bazaar of healers and nomads that form the merchantile of the village, I encounter my roommate Lucinda Loves, flush in her service as a dakini of Love

She lay atop him whilst his fellow works the shoulders, and I see Lucinda’s magic. With one hand on her heart and the other upon her womb, I feel her pulsing waves of pure shakti, of harnessed sensuality out through her yoni, bathing him in healing light. It is a beautiful thing to see, awash in the Aka of Love.

It is the modern myth. I see it clear in the fae light. Such is the way the tantras of sensation are forming themselves, woven in pockets of emergent consciousness. In the temples and talents of the waking.

Magi and the Moon

There is a brightness to my allies. A sense of Galactic guardianship, of service and sanctity flush with the Golden Codes of the New World.

We speak of the magic, of healing and clearing, the magicians and elves and the ways of the world beneath the world. I feel a healing moving through the space between us, a transformation of the energy simply through our resonance on the sacred land where the Gratitude Bear witnesses the lightning echoing my words in a moment of potent transmission shared by us all.

Amrita of the Aina

Having followed the call of the deva to the hills just above the temple, I settle, feeling the wash of sensations, the opening through my form facilitated by the medicine and the moon.

Hallelujah

The timing is beyond perfect as I enter the space, my form still shimmering with the elixir of life and my communion. All around me the field is glistening, bright with holiness. I feel the Goddess all around me, the village and it’s people held within her bosom, brought together in a fellowship of peace and harmony.

Vimeo

It is in this state, deep in the elemental fields of the Mythica, that I enter the space and hear the song. It is a moment of clarified Narrative, the field reflecting through the people the very same divination I witnessed within myself.

Here I witness Kundra, her form undulating in union, churning the fires of her inner self …

Weaving Light

I feel it so deeply. The truth of the thing. That every expression in the droplet of our divinity is part of it’s essence. It’s true name. In Lucinda’s hands, the swirling rainbow of light becomes an extension of the Aka of Love, it’s radiance changing the shape of the ethers with her aspect.

It’s a transcendent feeling. Where I see how Lucinda is the expression of something deeper, that there is a more constant gravity beneath what appears as her avatar and the many others I had met who served in a similar manner.

As always when I see things from the elemental depths of the Mythica, there is a sense, an architecture of meaning. A recognition that This is What Things Look Like Now. This is what the pantheon players appear as in the Great Story.