“Mythlexia” – when life speaks in stories
March 28, 2025
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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
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Walking the Rainbow Road
March 7, 2025
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The Rainbow Road & the Worlds Within Everyone walks the rainbow road. The path between the many worlds of the multiverse. Yet walking the road
Aka – The Archetypes of Embodiment
March 6, 2025
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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
The Magic of Social Calendar by CoSchedule
March 2, 2025
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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
February 28, 2025
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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
Bound to the Tree: An Edda of Sight and Sacrifice
February 26, 2025
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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
Ashland – A Nexus of the Mythica
February 26, 2025
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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
Akashic Synesthesia – A Divergent Perspective
February 25, 2025
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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.
Akashic Library – Movements through Space
January 17, 2025
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The vast expanse of the Akashic Library stretched endlessly in all directions, its crystalline archways and ancient stone columns merging seamlessly with living roots and
Birth of the Mythica
January 14, 2025
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In the Akashic Library, where time stretches like gossamer threads across the infinite expanse of possibility, Calliope and Peter Fae stood before a shimmering tableau
