“Magi on the Mountain”
2021-8-16
"…Joshua declares his intent to leave the quest. After he leaves, life is brutal as I am constantly hammered by pressures from within in the streets of Carnia within the Topanga Canyon. With virtually no resource I remain within the canyon, working constantly at the local library-temple in the wake of Joshua's passing…."
Talks at the Table
August 10th, 2021
It is a cafe in Topanga Canyon on the surface, yet in the underlands of the Mythica I see Joshua and I clad in white, speaking across a table in a vast outdoor expanse. I have nothing to say to him, only respect for his declaration and acceptance of his decision. I feel his conviction, his own divinations leading him onward onto his own destiny, and sense a glimmer of it's rightness, of it's appropriateness for him and his own maturing kingship. A part of me wishes otherwise, yet I sense that it is foolish, that we have reached the end of our movement together and I must carry on alone.
It’s a tense moment and I walk off, feeling us both tired of listening to the other’s frustrations, of feeling a sense of some unknowable electromagnetic incoherence interfering with our movement forward. Our alliance dissolves at the round table just as it began.
August 11, 2021
It's appearance feels like one of the signs and portents I have encountered multiple times on the Quest, occurring for me as a reminder of the prismatic substance that defines our selves and the golden timeline that is our untapped potential.
August 14, 2021
The aka of Water is strong with them, and in the Mythica I see their aspect as protectors of that realm, New Gods in service to the awakening of the Fifth World
I have always seen his kingship and his efforts across the planes ….
I am connecting with Kundra as I encounter Samuel J Tellam and some of the other avatars of the awakening at the Topanga Love Cafe …
August 15, 2021 – The Green Knight
August 16, 2021
I awaken in one of the rare undeveloped pieces of rough land in the heights of Topanga Canyon, and stretch out, feeling into what I can do on a subtle level to transform my circumstances.
At this time I started investigating the invocation of angelic forces from the Damon Brand tome that was given to me by Darius Oliver during the Chapter 53 – "Nestival" episode, working to soften the surface tension of my attachment to self and shift my consciousness to receive the impressions inherent in the glyph.
The labyrinth is powerful.
In the Mundus it simply looked like a spiral of stones on the ground. Yet in the Mythica I felt the portal across the swirling branches of the World Tree, a way of transforming the karmic impressions which were creating my circumstance and stepping through into another realm of the Creation.
As I walk the labyrinth I feel the energies of the Queen of Stories, her essence pulsing across the streets and songs of the cityscape and the edgelines of the americas. I look up, and for a moment the world shifts, the vision of what things are shifting into what things were or may be. Here I see a castle of royalty, enshrined by the roots of the world overlooking the city, guarding her with a noble presence.
Even more, in an attempt to gain clarity over what I should do and where I should go, I walked the labyrinth of those same mountains, invoking the power of story as I had done during earlier episodes on the quest. Yet while I walked the labyrinth, I received no vision, no clarity over what I should do. While i'm sure it did something, there was not the clear feeling to lead me forward. Nonetheless, I continued my documentation of the quest, trusting that through the act of documentation itself I would come to solution.
It’s deeply, deeply difficult. Everything feels like it’s shifting. I can feel a knot, something that’s been inside the subtle layers of my form. Something old.
Existential Kink – Magi on the Mountain
I had to get face-to-face with the reality of the next layer of subconscious patterns holding me back. It was an undeniable truth that despite the deeply magical path I had been on, despite the creation of the journalistic form and it's constant reworkings on the web, I was in poverty. At the very lowest level of abundance, sleeping in my car in an outcropping of the peaks of Topanga while working at the library.
There were shadows in my nervous system, this much was clear. Yet their very nature was preventing my consistent access and agency. It wasn't that I didn't understand their existence, it was that it wasn't grounded, that my awareness of the necessity of process flickered in and out of my gaze like a candleflame.
Yet the thing was even through this, I felt myself on a magical journey. There was a sense within the senses that I was on a progression, moving through a landscape of living story. While I had virtually no gas or money, I had still arrived in a place blessed by the Goddess, which afforded my vessel and I a place in quiet mountains away from the endless noise of the city. There, in the high mountains alone, I began a daily process of invoking Existential Kink
Though I am performing constant invocations of existential kink regarding the difficulty in my circumstances, the crush of Joshua's leaving the Quest hangs on me like a weight. With no money to my name and little knowledge of the territories of Los Angeles outside the protected realms of Topanga Canyon, I turn to the Dox for assistance, reaching across the ethers with the feeble-yet-functional cellular connection I have in the mountains towards his presence in the Island of the Gods, trusting his aspect as a fellow wielder of the magic of story.
August 19th, 2021 – Matherian Magick
Because I resonate to deeply with his "Iron Druid" series, I investigate a new tome by Kevin Hearne, one that appeals to my sense of magical language …
Visiting the Mathers
Like Paradox Pollack I consider Mathers a saint of story, embodying a quality of one-pointed devotion to their Art.
Following Dox's suggestion to meet with the Mathers, I discover that he no longer lives in the dirt and trenches of Topanga but rather in an upscale home in the Silver Springs of Los Angeles. Following the line of the quest, I head up there to spend an evening in the presence of my fellow devotee of story …
In the evening, I invoke the Existential Kink, bringing my awareness into the place within my subtle and causal body that embodies this archetypical pattern. And, as I continue the invocation, I adjust my inner asana, shifting my shape to best cast the invocation and dissolve the pattern beneath the surface of my life.
The Deva of Angeles
There is a certain sanctity to being in the mountains & canyon of Topanga, witnessing the rising and resting of the City of Angels from on high….
She was always present in the City of Stories, reminding me of my encounter with her in 2007s "The Rose of Story"
The aka of Story was flush with expression across the landscapes of Los Angeles, it's influence drawing people of similar frequency to her embrace.
The Yogic Path
Clearly it is realmsign as reflections ripple back to me from the ethers of the field, affirming my decision to focus on the Akasha Yoga as my entry into the Commonwealth!
First it comes in a reflection from a local printer as they offer to make me 500 cards for Akasha Yoga for $45. Then the very next day a purple yoga mat is given to me by one of the streetwalkers. The day after, I encounter a workbook on yoga, also bearing the same violet hue of the crown and carry it with me forward.
It was a grand idea, yet once again the Drift took me, and after some time I completely forgot i'd done it, the cards lying in an unused box in the depths of the Emerald.
The Green Knight
Around this time I found myself near the Corazon temple where I encounter a fellow magician offering tarot card readings by the door …
August 18th, 2021
I am reticent to take the food, yet I feel the voice of the Goddess of Story urging me on, telling me it's alright …
August 19th, 2021 – Madness, Majesty and Mathers
Matherian Magick
August 21, 2021
Temples of Story
I continue my work at the Topanga library, looking o. ver the digital expanse of the Mythica temple. She is so large, so thick with the repetitions of data, of forms upon forms built into her substance, and feels bulky, like a heavy mold which wishes to birth something greater from within it's depths.
August 27, 2021 – Priestess of Pono
September 8, 2021
Shang Chi and the Ten Rings
James Mathers
Joshua Faust
Paradox Pollack
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