"Lions, Tigers & Wolves" June 3, 2014

I move through the territories of Faerie once more as Adi Shakti and I travel northwards on a mission to cleanse the impressions of Justice and right-movement through the realms.  Such takes us through the realms of Wynden Keep, where we intersect with my Fae allies, once more feeling the resonant impression of Family in it’s exaltation …

Passing Wynden Keep

The Waters of Faerie

And the Goddess speaks to me, by the Water. “What more do You want?” she asks …

The deva speak to me so deeply then, appearing as a face in the water, it’s tail stretching behind it in swooping curves of liquid emerald.

She is freedom, she is grace

she is wonder and the space

with twists and flows she grows and knows, like droplets on the skin

oh the mirrors in her mind, the prism deep within,

made of wonders made of light, the water and the wind

This was it.  This was the adventure unfolding.  The movement through the forests within and without.

Tea in Onedoorland

Natural Law

As I wander through the forest, I listen for a sensation, some feeling of the land that is potent, where I may clear the distortions of the Earth from my field.

I breathe into the deva, letting the cooling Waters move through my form.  Curling my hips, I play with positions of my spine, listening for the relationship between myself and the Nature that surrounds me.  I feel myself aligning, dropping in, as I feel the tensions and patterns within start to soften, to flow within the embrace of the deva.

As I witness her waking up the hill, it strikes me how deeply the Mythica invocation is manifest within my life.  How I am living in the circumstance of a faery-tale movie, complete with a magical wolf familiar, an elvish lover and the landscape of moss and wonder.

In this I see, she is the forest itself

Negotiating the Aka of Justice

As Adrienne and I came to the courthouse in Portland I sat on the phone, delving through layer after layer of bureacracy to discover whatever it was that was affecting my license.

It was a divination, a holding of the various pieces of information in my mind while sitting on hold and moving through the same kind of bureaucratic web that had dizzied me the many times i'd suddenly remembered that parking tickets or other such things existed, their existence suddenly breaking through the fugue of consciousness that was my natural oracular state.

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