“A Gathering of Angels”
The Books of Fae
2020-3-7 – "A Gathering of Angels"
"…A gathering of angels occurs and I face the distortions of the aka of the masculine and feminine as Nature Dreamweaver, Misty Odom and Not-a-King Niekko meet at the Third Eye Lounge in the City of the Violet Crown…"
"Sanctuary of Mirrors"
January 1, 2020 – A Meeting of Alchemy
As I speak to Samson I see the glyph of the ancient Hebrew wisdom carved into the wood, the words accompanying it speaking the phrase "As Above – So Below"
January 6th, 2020 – Heroes Return
And he brought back treasures.
Such may seem like small things, but when one has nothing everything is large.
Meetings at the Library
January 8th – 9th, 2020
January 16th, 2020 – Charity
January 24th, 2020 – The Lady Koy
January 28th, 2020 – The Dreamweaver Comes
Being around the combined luminance of myself, Yeshua and Nate transforms the field, opening up vistas of the World Tree, vantages on the Creation shared by us all.
January 30th, 2020 – Kundalini Reminders
I consider this deeply, this idea of mapping out the celestial arrangements as they occur within the hand as a model for the Creation itself. There is merit to it, and I am looking deeper into this “Yogi Bhajan” and his work.
In response to my thoughts, the deva flash across my consciousness, showing me a vision – that of humanities gradual evolution, the rising of the bubbles of awareness in the waters of the akasha revealing the rainbow within.
The nature of Nature
Neither of us likes the trash. The soiling of the skin of the planet. It feels like a burr, a disharmony in the web beneath the worlds … yet it is there. Ever-present within this Age of humanity and it’s relationship with the natural world.
February 1st, 2020 – Rainbows of Reality
February 2nd, 2020 – Building the Mythica
Joshua's sense of the world is a profound thing. It is good to be on the quest, for he feels the transtemporal nature of the thing itself, our journey across the Land across many lifetimes embodied in the modern myth.
Here again I feel the power of the wisteria, at how it has appeared in the vicinity of so many of the avatars of the awakening i've witnessed along the quest.
February 4th, 2020
February 7th, 2020 – Nature's Nests
Witnessing Nate initiate the space is a deeply mystical thing. While it looks on the surface like he is simply wielding a tape & measure, there is a vast interaction going on beneath the surface, one of intimate relationship with the very foundations of building a temple in any form upon the skin of the world.
Everything has it’s mythical significance. All things are themselves. There is a deeper aspect to our lives. As I witness the proceedings, I consider – what does a temple look like in the modern myth? Who are the peoples who populate it’s pews, and how do they congregate?
The answer sings back to me, resonant across the threads of the nomadic and the free. God exists in all forms, at all times. We arrive in the perfect confluence, to experience that which is most appropriate for us, coming to the temples of our own heart and mind manifest across the fields of the world. This place was my kind of temple, and such had I arrived, alongside those with whom I had kith and kin, each walking our branch upon the tree of the world.
The arrival of priestesses within the space is a potent synchronicity, for each of them carries their own codes, their own glyphs of light and love which impress themselves upon the space, carried upon their laughter and light.
February 9th, 2020 – Bards of the New World
February 10th, 2020 – Yogas of the Worlds – Part II
I have never been to an event like this before. It seems a gathering of speaking related to yoga without an actual class, where they are describing a modern interpretation of the various states of consciousness. Within it as well I feel the tones of political bias and social action, connecting the people into their world.
I feel distant from it. More and more like the mountain yogi who wanders through the world. Gradually coming to realize that the way in which I approach the yoga in quite different from these other emergent forms.
February 19th, 2020 – The Home Office
March 7th, 2020 – Not-a-King Niekko
Once more synchronicity brings the arrival of King Niekko, riding my former chariot from the Western to the Eastern coasts of the Americas. Within the cargo he carries a portion of the gear needed for the invocation of the Zen Awakening festival, the conscious gathering he was led to create from a vision given to him in the sacred mountain of Shasta.
As adventurers do, we head to the local coffee tavern, where once again the Cherrywood provides a place of gathering and sanctuary, where adventurers on the road may find respite and repast.
Meeting at the Temple
We ride Grey through the streets of Austin, making our way to the line of parking spots besides the YMCA that have no meters, then head to the Temple of Story that plays on the surface as the public library.
The 3rd Eye Lounge
Yet this proves to be a place of resolving shadows, for I do not remember to invite Misty, triggering a slew of rising trauma whereby she feels disrespected.
I consider this deeply. The why I did not remember to call her. Wondering what the cause was for me to literally not have access to the inspiration. Did I not cherish her presence in my life, on some deep level? She seemed to feel such was the case, and it bothered me, for I was not sure of the reason behind my actions.
I pause, and he tells me the very thing I was just articulating. It is a lesson of receiving. Of recognizing once again that beings simply want a release from the tensions of their nervous system, that they simply wish peace from the pressures of the path.
Invoking the Nest
It’s particularly juicy for me when Yeshua joins Nate and I on a journey to the emergent Nest, for he shares with nature an aspect related to the earth plane, to the ley lines and the construction and upkeep of temples. To see them arriving in shared circumstance through the lens of the Mythica is a beautiful thing, witnessed in the archetype of their being within the Great Story – building temples made of earth for the people in the garden.
March 14th, 2020 – Into the Underworld
The intensity and difficulty on me is so much. I feel angers, sadness, a nigh-overwhelming sense that I am trapped and frustrated, where the community is not responding to me and I feel disconnected from the world.
“You must do the practices” he says, and I grumble. The very notion of putting myself through them is difficult to envision. There is the feeling again that it is a remedial thing, one demanded by being in the substance of the mortal plane, and I refuse.
He is not having much of an effect from the medicine, yet I am. A sense of peacefulness comes through me as I sit by the tree, feeling into the enhanced grasp on the textures of life granted by the deva. Through the medicine, I feel myself again, or at least closer to the realm of being where I sense my connection to the World Tree.
Heading Onward
Yet such is the nature of walkers, of the nomadic tribes, whose map of territories exists below the surface of the world.
Joshua Faust
Misty Odom
Nature Dreamweaver
Niekko Chin
"A Gathering of Angels"
2020-1-24 – Meeting Lady Koy
The meeting with Giselle Koy is powerful and mystical in the streets of Austin near the temple of Story.
2020-2-1
Remembering the Tree
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Being around the combined luminance of myself, Yeshua and Nate transforms the field, opening up vistas of the World Tree, vantages on the Creation shared by us all.
The Tree of Stories
A vision of the Tree came through then deeply, the outer form of the library fading away to reveal a vast tree with endless roots and branches, it's leaves the fluttering pages of books.
Yogas of the Worlds
The tome I had discovered at the sanctuary intrigued me. The impressions of angelic excellence that came through Misty were strong with the mythos of kundalini, the practices and techniques that defined it's alchemy appearing once more in the field. While they had been expressed to me by Samson Love on a number of occasions, reading the tome was informative in a new way, the impressions beginning to land more properly in the alchemies of form.
I consider this deeply, this idea of mapping out the celestial arrangements as they occur within the hand as a model for the Creation itself. There is merit to it, and I am looking deeper into this “Yogi Bhajan” and his work.
What mattered most here was how the chroma of the tree of life manifested itself through the tabula rasa of my gaze, that the basic principle that there are many hues to consciousness that manifest as our stories and their conditions was there, it simply took a different form, passing through another set of lens and legend.
This is the Principle and Expression of the thing at it's core – the recognition that all our divinations are into nature, into our own nature and the larger Nature that defines it, that our look into the cathedral of the self and it's relationship to Divinity is wrought from the substance of the land itself. That we and the world are one.
In 2020 this idea of the chromatic bridge between states of being and our selves as holograms of emergent light manifested on the path, occurring in synchronicity at the Austin public library and in a church were we received donations of food.
The kairos of arriving at a branch of the Tree of Stories in the form of the library and that of the rainbow road was not lost on me, and I recorded it diligently as an affirmation from the universe in my particular language of love, through the symbols and portents I discovered along the path.
After all, what is the journey on the path but a series of divination and perceived affirmations? What are we divining, if not the golden thread within our timeline, the answer to our heart's longing in the rainbows of reality? That we encountered yet another sign of the prism of personality at a church devoted to the equanimity of the rainbow was a major symbolism of this, representing the journey to the rainbow family, to the rainbow body, to the rainbow of realities that can exist when we learn to walk the woods of the Tree of Life.
As always, we divined the expression we had intersected in the kairos of the moment with what we felt were the major themes of the quest. To arrive at places where the rainbow road upon the tree of life was actually manifest was the emblem, the affirmation of our divined movement across the shadows and sacred of the Mythica.
It was a key moment on the Path and the Land, conjunct with the ongoing incarnations of the modern hieroglyph, the showcasing of our story through the medium of comics.
It was here, in these places of grace flush with the power of Story, that I felt the Mythica coming together, that my divinations into the threadworks of the Great Story were anchoring themselves, gradually, into a way of showcasing the heroic journey and the landscape of it's legend for the modern myth.
Words amongst the Woods
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Rainbows of Revelation
It was a sign to us on the path. A reflection from the field of the rainbow road itself, appearing soon after the deepening awareness of the World Tree.
The nature of Nature
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Neither of us likes the trash. The soiling of the skin of the planet. It feels like a burr, a disharmony in the web beneath the worlds … yet it is there. Ever-present within this Age of humanity and it’s relationship with the natural world.
Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Ut elit tellus, luctus nec ullamcorper mattis, pulvinar dapibus leo.
In response to my thoughts, the deva flash across my consciousness, showing me a vision – that of humanities gradual evolution, the rising of the bubbles of awareness in the waters of the akasha revealing the rainbow within.
Nest Initiations
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Witnessing Nate initiate the space is a deeply mystical thing. While it looks on the surface like he is simply wielding a tape & measure, there is a vast interaction going on beneath the surface, one of intimate relationship with the very foundations of building a temple in any form upon the skin of the world.
Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Ut elit tellus, luctus nec ullamcorper mattis, pulvinar dapibus leo.
Everything has it’s mythical significance. All things are themselves. There is a deeper aspect to our lives. As I witness the proceedings, I consider – what does a temple look like in the modern myth? Who are the peoples who populate it’s pews, and how do they congregate?
The answer sings back to me, resonant across the threads of the nomadic and the free. God exists in all forms, at all times. We arrive in the perfect confluence, to experience that which is most appropriate for us, coming to the temples of our own heart and mind manifest across the fields of the world. This place was my kind of temple, and such had I arrived, alongside those with whom I had kith and kin, each walking our branch upon the tree of the world.
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The arrival of priestesses within the space is a potent synchronicity, for each of them carries their own codes, their own glyphs of light and love which impress themselves upon the space, carried upon their laughter and light.
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Bards of the New World
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Yogas of the Worlds – Part II
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I have never been to an event like this before. It seems a gathering of speaking related to yoga without an actual class, where they are describing a modern interpretation of the various states of consciousness. Within it as well I feel the tones of political bias and social action, connecting the people into their world.
I feel distant from it. More and more like the mountain yogi who wanders through the world. Gradually coming to realize that the way in which I approach the yoga in quite different from these other emergent forms.
Signs of the Akasha
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