“Seers of Shasta”

The quest leads me back to the Majestic Mount Shasta, there to connect with mybrother-a Niekko Chin and new allies met by the fireside in the sacred synchronicity iTyes that define the path in the land.

The bees sit with us in the campsite, reminding us that their presence and purposing in the world

Just to be here is a remembrance of the Magick, a reminder of the energies between the self and the soil that define the health, wholeness and holiness of life herself

It feels so appropriate to arrive here in what is considered the Earth chakra point of the root chakra for such has always been my challenge and downward journey to embody the perspective of the sky in the earth.

Nico shoots a picture of me on a throne of earth, proclaiming the reminder of myself as a warrior of the old ways, and as I sit, I feel this all to be an initiation a movement deeper into the shock tea and embodied truth that has been my long desire up upon the quest.

I moved through the rocks gingerly, aware of how weak my body has become in the years of sitting behind the computer and movement through the Shadowlands, yet in this Shasta is kind, the land reminding me of the times in the mountains of Tahoe when she helped me train The landscape revealing ways for me to work with my body no matter what level of fitness I was at. "The Puppy Run"

The shadows of the trees speak to me, reminding of the moment during the Beloved Festival, where, in the flushness of the vibration of devotion present within the space, the veil Finn and I saw the natural context for the shadows of trauma, which do the path on the land.

The Shakti Within

Realizing I’ve had my time in the sun. Dropping into my body, feeling into the depth of that relationship with the self beyond reaching for connections with others. There’s a different sensation to it.

I want some ganja, but all around me is mixed with tobacco which makes me nauseous, and I consider Chrion’s statement of radical acceptance of conditions, remembering that it hurts my throat to smoke and I should stick to gummies.

Nonetheless, I meet the wildwalker Brad sitting by the tree in an immediate and deep telepathic resonance.  Like so many of the wildwalkers he has no contact info, so I resolve to create some imagery to anchor the meeting-point at the headwaters of Shasta.

The telepathy is immediate and intense, I feel him touching on concepts that are present yet unspoken within the ethers of the space.  It intrigues me, and I sit down with him by the tree, a mythical moment met on the outskirts of the impromptu temple of dance by the headwaters themselves.

Meetings at the Seven Suns

Everything happens for a reason, part of the synchrony of events that makes up our shared world.

I meet Yosha, a priestess of the Violet Flame and Jimmy and have a conversation around the histories of Shasta, the presence of the crystal rock and how it’s properties create the vibrational substance of this place.  Priestess Yosha sends a message to Darius, so perhaps that synchronicity is meant to arrive.  I’m still experimenting with the idea of heart-resonance vs. trying to make plans happen a la what Tzenzin said to me.

Again and again I see the distance of my perspective from the people, where I feel not-as-involved in the various conversations about government, of the subtle civilizations (Lemurian, Atlantean), the “Ascended Masters” and other aspects … there’s a sense of seeing things from a higher vantage, one less entangled with these various Mythos and their repetitive cosmologies.  In this, as with all things, I witness them as karmic repetitions, entanglements with identity that are parroted back and forth by the people and which fall victim to the Byzantine labyrinth of memory and it’s absence.

There’s the reminder to me that incarnate beings express their ideas repeatedly, beneath which appear to be various gravities of resolving personality, longing, engagement, moments of dopamine and the like as part of an ongoing alchemical process, itself defined by the limitations of coherence and memory.

The constant affirmation of will

I keep noticing the conversations as being primarily based in the idea of personal alchemy, where there are repetitions of ideas like “you create the universe, you created all of this” etc., constantly referencing the * idea * of manifestation yet not necessarily the actualization of manifestation.

It feels fundamentally ungrounded,

As always I find myself reflecting on my own journey, on my own movement from ungrounded visions of the crown chakra towards the rooted and grounded embodiment of the mystic arts, where the engagements with the people are things of vibrational gnosis, deep knowings and clarities which speak to the underlands of our path and purpose, the telos of our purpose in the Great Story.

Butterfly totem keeps appearing for me

There and Back Again

“It’s like you’re giving people permission” he says, which is true simply by embodying the thing and anchoring that quality into the collective.

Wizards by the Water

Treehouse. Selenite, placed selenite in medicine circle in Shasta, lived through earthquake

Visions of Telos

It is the weaving of aka that calls to me, how the substance of telos arrived for me through the shape of the Tree of Stories whilst simultaneously resonating here in the mythos of the people of Shasta’s bounty.

It makes sense, that the land is speaking to me, for the architecture of the Mythica has crystallized and I find myself in the reflection of such subtle substance upon my path.

It's the feeling.  As an akashic explorer my life has been about understanding what divination and manifestation actually are, at how our paths lead us from one circumstance to another across a canvas of divinations.  The deep question here has always been about what is discernment and what is delirium, at how we make guided and informed decisions into the unfoldment of our life.

"What made it different this time?" asked Calliope.

"The gravity." Peter replied.  "I really felt the call, the familiarity and connection with the land all around me.  I felt the people as extensions of Her majesty, each carrying a knotwork of a larger tapestry that connected us all.

"Can you be more specific?"

"The space within me opened and I could see her, in that moment, as the void herself, the infinite feminine nothingness that held the echo of stories within the womb of a starless sky."

"I made me wonder – is this what love felt like? This willingness of attention and immediate, mutual willingness to change? When she placed her hands in mine, willingly, it was an act of such valour, such willingness to reach for what she truly wanted.  To face that which was untrue  6within herself."

The muse smiled.  "And yourself?"

He considered.  After a time he spoke.  "…I wouldn't say i'm always my 'highest' self, and there have been many realms i've traveled to where the idea of a 'highest' self couldn't even be seen.  Yet there, witnessing her and feeling the mirroring between, I had access to that space.  And with access comes agency."

On the Homelands

"You said in your notes it was a rare thing."

"It is." he said.  "Cassandra has it, but in a different way.  It's a … a gnosis.  An unwavering knowing that you are not the entanglements of the self, where the layerings of identity and it's gravities sing across a perceived spectrum of cycling forms."

"It's a confluence of gravity." he said.  "Darius, Kelly, Niekko, Cassandra … each of these individuals is a divinator and a magician of potency, each living a piece of the tapestry that reveals the Great Story."

"It's all about the pincushion" she said

If you could see 10 years into the future on the highest timeline, what are you looking at? What are you clicking on but these live points that are blinking right now and now you can click on and experience with them oh let’s try that spot. Let’s go do that right now. Look at what they just did on the other side of the world. Oh my God look how many he are like Into that spot right now like you’re going to see people activated and motivated to create participating reactivate rediscover portals the Stargate coming online in ways that weren’t available because the harmonica left when the Magick so when the order of the amount I got way old and then buy for Kate and split in what I’m gonna consider Discordance is that the word you’re gonna choose Waze night or etc. all these things that they’re they’re protecting the magic was basically put into artifacts and then hoarded. I’m not sure how One takes the magic and compresses it into items like a under the Vatican. I don’t know I don’t care it doesn’t matter what they did with the magic or how they safe it or where it went because the energy can’t be created or destroyed only transferred and quantum. It is required that comes back online. People responsible for people become aware of it and think about this you can only recognize it if you are responsible person it protects itself through residence in the first place like like a higher act of heaven you can’t just get there you can’t just get space and get there unless you know how to get in your ship and get there

The Lilith Eclipse – (The Seeress of Shasta, Part 2)

She is beautiful to be sure, yet what pulls at me is greater, more refined than what has led me forward in the past.

Magicians (and priestesses, people of magic in general) have a deep relationship with desire; one tempered by their relationship to Telos.  They listen for what they really want (which is really a constantly refining thing tempered by the very passage along the path) and go through an alchemy of authenticity to open what may be opened, all the while remaining detached as best as they can from the outcome.

Sometimes I think this is the core of right-action, the listening and application of right action against the hammering longing of our hearts desire.

And a majestic magic it was, a meeting of the royal tones of right stance and right relationship by the edge of Lake Shastina, watched over by an eclipse high in the sky that Kelly divined as the essence of Lilith and the resolving woundings between the Kings and Queens of the waking world.

Magic’s funny like that.  There’s a gravity.  A thing which informs when one is ken to it’s subtle sound.  Events happen.  There’s a divination into them and an action.  It’s the precipitation before the reign.

"See a solid priestess (or a magician) really investigates their trip.  It's like, their whole thing.  They're more into the truth of things than the lie, especially within themselves."

"And others?" asked the muse.  "Those who weren't solid?"

"Flaky.  Flaaaaaaaaaaky.  Super flaky.  They live in a haze of half-imagined diarrhea from an unmanaged crown chakra, lacking both the clarity and moral base to check their own errors of discernment in a haze of self-procaimed authority."

"It's the nature of divination." said the fae.  "There's something going on in the ethers.  Something vibrational.  As beings in the human experience, we're having various degrees of perception of those ethers and striving to make choices based on those perceptions."

"Sure, in theory.  The problem is that people aren't clear.  They

"It's …" he paused to consider … "It's like a series of initiations.  A pool of mirrors and required stillness.  Of true listening."

"Ah, but that was the thing.  The space between us was so royal, so clarified that it clarified our authenticity.  We walked together through a space of resolving hearts that tasted of remember.

And her divination is gorgeous.  Flush with a fidelity I have rarely seen in the mortal plane.

Circles of Initiation

Pipelines of Personality

Julie speaks of witnessing the exploitation of the people by some aspects of the spiritual community, a thing which reminds me again of the necessity of proper Ethos in our relation with life.