“Mythlexia” – when life speaks in stories
A Different Way of Seeing Twelve-year-old Maya stared at the jumble of letters on the page, the words swimming before her eyes. Another failed quiz
A Different Way of Seeing Twelve-year-old Maya stared at the jumble of letters on the page, the words swimming before her eyes. Another failed quiz
The Rainbow Road & the Worlds Within Everyone walks the rainbow road. The path between the many worlds of the multiverse. Yet walking the road
There are things older than gods. This, of course, is an awkward truth for the gods, who tend to be a little touchy about the
Blessings seekers 🙂 As part of the “business of myth” category of posts where I talk about what products and services i’ve divined as the
The Thread of Paradox The vast halls of the Akashic Library stretched infinitely in every direction, shelves carved from starlight and bound with the echoes
There is no simple way to explain what it is to live inside a myth. It is not a matter of believing in legends, nor
I have great fondness for the town of Ashland, Oregon. Most people, when they look at Ashland, see a charming town nestled in the foothills
Full transparency? I’m still reeling from the punches. From the endless shifting from one position to another and somehow coming into place. At least, it
I have a divergent perspective, something that’s part synesthesia and part awareness of the akasha, that sees things as geometries of wyrd gravity through space.
So many things come to clarity with a reading – with the way the cards fall and the fingers that hold them to the sacred