"Argonaut Mythic" – June 5, 2004

The Books of Fae

2004-6-6 – "Argonaut Mythic"

"… Signs and portents continue to occur on the Path as my relationship with the magic deepens. I receive a prophetic dream, in which I witness myself as a member of the Argonauts, traveling through storm-scraped waters in search of the Golden Fleece admits a cadre of Kings and Heroes…."

"Argonaut Mythic"

Soon after, Mitch Boxwell, occurring for me in the Mythica as the Gorilla King, invites me to join him on a journey. A cross-country Quest in his RV which, in accordance with the dream, I am led to call ‘The Argus’.

Signs and portents continue to occur on the Path as my relationship with the magic deepens. I receive a prophetic dream, in which I witness myself as a member of the Argonauts, traveling through storm-scraped waters in search of the Golden Fleece admits a cadre of Kings and Heroes.

Captain of the Ship

“My life’s been like a Greek tragedy” he says to me, as he recounts the story of his homeland …

From time to time, the Argus would have issues, requiring Mitch to do some repairs.

I actually loved this. To have a God of Earth who actually knew how to fix the ship? It was just such amazing story. Also, with that taken care of, I felt safe to simply be the winged creature I was, weaving and listening to the poetry of the moment as we unfurled our way forward. The authenticity of it, the archetype was so clear as the mythline of the Argonauts moved through me.

The Temple of Jam

I see it so clearly. This is more than a bar. It is a reverence. A place of devotion to the music and the community that has shaped so many lives. Through every poster, every picture, I can feel a sacredness. A collection of rainbow colors. The icons and avatars of the realm of spontaneous and inspired music. A temple of the Jam.

I make my way upstairs towards the bathroom. As I do, I spy a painting, the eyes wise and watching. It is a portrait of Jerry Garcia, the lead singer of the Grateful Dead, his mirrored shades cleverly blended with actual mirrors, showing us ourselves on our journey upwards, ever upwards towards a brighter world.

There was a wisdom here. While I could not quite explain it, I felt the resonance. The vibrations from the picture, the devotion thick within the bar….

Signs of Myth

As I step outside the bar, the first thing that catches my eye is the glowing sign above the liquor store across the street. Radiating with the words, “Argonaut Liquors”.

Bards of Bonnaroo

It is here, in this place, deeply opened by the cocktail of medicines flowing through my form, that I test my ability to track the energies from my backpack, navigating my way with eyes closed through the crowd …

Witches and Wonder

I saw her then, spinning poi in the midst of the festival, the radiance of magic pouring off of her form in droplets of shimmering light.

Tornadoes of Charybdis

“We have to go!” Mitch exclaims as we spy a tornado on the horizon. As he rushes to prep the ship for travel, I think of Charybdis, the swirling whirlpool that challenged the Argonauts from Greek mythology …

The Red Rocks

There is a deep magic to the Red Rocks. As we move about the space, I feel the reverberations of many thousands of footsteps, of endless songs and chorus, still humming in harmony within the memories of the stone people.

We make our way through the red rocks, adventurers on our Quest. As I witness the photo, it reminds me of the scenes of such archetypes, each of us carrying our own talent, our part in the sacred unfoldment of the shared Story. A shimmering vibration ran through my body then. A Knowing, that I was living the actual mythos of the thing, receiving the omens and portents of it’s divination along the Path. Traveling across the lands of legend with fellow Bards and Kings. Living the modern myth.

How I appreciate the Gorilla King, the ways in which we interact are of the Olde World. Of the ancient ways …

Blessings of the Dead

The energy continued to build as we made our way through the rocks to the inner space of the venue, sharing cocktails of medicine poured into a shared gatorade bottle. I could feel myself opening through it’s influence, comfortable amongst the vibrations of Good Family, of fellowship and freedom embodied in our troupe of traveling adventurers.

As we moved upwards through the crowd, the medicine continued to expand me, shifting my perceptions, opening me to the subtlety that existed all around us. I could hear the voices of the deva, the Muses of Story, Song and Dance, hundreds of voices raised in a choir across time and space, reverberating from the endless memory of the Red Rocks.

It was a beautiful space. While I had never been a major fan of the Grateful Dead when Jerry Garcia was still alive, the energy was palatable. Flush with a sense of communion and community. As I watched, the energies played across my senses in washes of rainbow, thick with Love and kindness. There was a beauty there, a transcendence. All across the venue I could feel the people resonating, connecting with the rhythms and the formms, weaving and woven together in a womb of love dancing color.

There was Love here. A bastion of hope and community for the people, still echoing from it’s heyday, still holding a beacon of flame for the people, the remembrance that there could be a brighter world.

It was in that place that received the Gift of Singing, where I felt the pattern of being on stage, of singing for and with the people, move through me. Light pouring through my form, shimmering across my nervous system. With my awareness enhanced by the potion, I felt my own rainbow shifting, opened by the dissolving light.

The Double-Skin Drum

As well as the understanding of the glyph of Singing that came through the music, I acquire another magical instrument, one which feels to me to be part of my own Golden Fleece, my own treasure through the trial.

Gods of Earth & Sky

After the show, we navigated the Argus to a campsite nearby, where Mitch continued to profess his love for the woman he had chosen. I had such great admiration for him, for the strength and hardiness of his character, the ancient King, a God of the Earth, finding his way through a world far too tame for his primal truth.