“Elemental Roots”

An invite comes to Cassandra and I to go to an event called ‘Elemental Roots’, a joint birthday party of a pair of avatars named Krystian and Bonnie occurring in the greenlands north of the City of Clouds. As we drive, I send a small offering of story to Jillian Love in her incarnation as Galactic Kitty to ease the boredom of standing at the DMV, realizing more and more that the work i’ve done to reveal the mythos of the people is the gift itself, part of my sacred purpose in the earth plane and the witnessing of the avatars of the Awakening who grace my path.

There is genius here, and I appreciate it, the quickflicker of our minds jumping across a blend of technology, media and high intention …

As I approach, I see the land is flush with both red and white roses, a reminder of the lore of Faerie that was shared with me by Kelly Miller-Lopez during the 2018 episode “Heart of Faerie” …

 

 

 

It is the intention which makes a space sacred after all, the layering of energies within the field of consciousness itself which inspires and transforms. In such capacity, all places can be sacred at any given moment, pregnant with the possibility of a greater dimension of life.

 

The sphere of wisdom is in the air as we share the movement towards offering teachings in the digital weave …

 

 

And there is something so very powerful to spaces of momentary ritual, for there are the very territories of the Mythica, the gathering-points where consciousness is arranged into forms and gravities that create a new dimension of being, inspiring the passage of the people through the very elements of themselves.

 

 

 

As an akashic explorer of many years I know there is an underlying pattern for why I appear at certain places, at what I am there to document and who I am meant to honor within the space …

 

The understanding that we are the elements themselves in human form lay in the very foundations of the Mythica, and witnessing the pantheon of personalities that arrives at the gathering feels to be a reflection of that deeper truth, a proof of concept on the path itself. Such is the showing, the recognition of our various archetypes and avatars within the modern mythos, each carrying our own unique code of consciousness made from the very elements of the land herself.

 

 

Once again Mareeza Steerz appears, the weave of story moving in her wake across the ethers of the Akasha …

There had been realmsign of Mareeza when Cassandra and I had arrived at the Frontier Tower in the form of a flyer showing her project to build the Twin Sphinxes of Self-Worth from the Neverending Story, and to see her arrive in synchronicity once again was a reminder of the patterns of healing around self-worth so prevalent across the collective.

 

“I’m a Bulgarian Dragon” he says …

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As I witnessed the people in their element, the theme of the Dragon continued to arrive …

 

The Mythica is never just about how things appear on the surface. She’s about what’s happening underneath … about the spheres of influence that come together in circumstances and what they mean to our individual and collective healing. To be at a party which speaks to the elemental energies of things and to have access

 

 

 

 

And she is a dragon. A power of transformation resplendent in the ruby tones of her birthing day.

 

 

 

Faerie and Tiger energies …

 

 

 

It is the tones of math and magic that come to me then, of minds thick with order and bodies flush with awareness and sense.

 

 

 

 

 

The scent of magic is thick in the air as I witness them, occurring to my subtle senses as a shifting dragon of language moving through the space.

 

Entering into the Water temple aspect of the space brings a softer vibration, a cozy inclusion that feels opening and radiant with shared light.

 

We all want to be ourselves. To be in the most radiant, expansive and shadow-free version of who we are.

It’s the thing we strive for, really. The heart’s desire to be itself, to be unburdened by the trauma and the trials that demand we do alchemical work in the first place, and as I settle in with my fellow musician and feel the natural songspell of my voice moving through the air I feel a deep and golden reminder of that version of myself emerge, the aspect of my most heartfelt offering free from the chains of inconstancy that had been holding me back.

And it is there for me …at long last. The bardic. The truesong, weaving from my lips in spontaneous verse …

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It is then I see it. The World Tree, the Grove of Life, the symbol of our shared and sacred duty hung upon the wall.