Elysium – Levelling the Ship

I’m still learning. Still figuring out what the Mythica spell is and how it all comes together. One of the priestesses told me I was obsessive over it, yet I felt she missed the fact that the Mythica has been my focus point, my means of anchoring into an alien world.

Today was the first day I was able to sit at the pull-out table within the RV. The first day I could sit without my back twisting or hurting from the misalignment of the trailer itself. It was also the first day I saw the idea of cleaning the bathroom more fully, of removing the children’s piano that sat against the wall and making more space for my instruments. It was the first day I was able to just pace back and forth without feeling my balance fundamentally compromised, and where the latch on the outer screen door was fixed, giving me a more peaceful way to embrace the outside without the pests that come with it.

I did a video, of course. A moment from the Quest that I might upload to this page, itself a part of the deepening into the Earth element that has given me access to what to someone else might have been seen as basic, almost trivial expressions of life on the material plane yet which are only just coming into focus for me at 55 years old.

The sensation, which is without doubt the overall repetitive pattern that has been my bondage and grind in the mortal plane, is that I am only just reaching the Commonwealth, only * just * having the groundedness to sit and write out an entry, to see myself as a writer, putting together a regular rhythm of work that allows things to flourish and move into production.

It’s all so new. That’s the thing that really marks it. That fuels both the despair and the sense of upcoming victory. The realization that I couldn’t have done any of this before, that I lacked the groundedness, that I couldn’t hold onto the ideas, speaks to the in it’s most fundamental form as an elemental substance.