"Bards of New Earth" – November 7, 2013

2013-11-7

The Books of Fae

2013-11-7 – "Bards of the New Earth"

"…Recognizing that in order to create a portal of Opening for the people and ground myself into the financial realities of this World, I invoked a divination, that I be led to the most exalted version of marketing that existed now. Such an intention soon led me to a modern bard by the name of Brendon Burchard, who put on a gathering called “Experts Academy’ … "

2013-11-7 – The Experts Academy

Following through on my Word to Amy, I attend this “Experts Academy’ by an avatar by the name of Brendon Burchard …

Recognizing that in order to create a portal of Opening for the people and ground myself into the financial realities of this World, I invoked a divination, that I be led to the most exalted version of marketing that existed now. Such an intention soon led me to a modern bard by the name of Brendon Burchard, who put on a gathering called “Experts Academy’.

This would be my first experience with a hall of beings engaged in the modern yogas of productivity and influence, in which I would receive tremendous inspiration and understanding into the spells of sharing one’s message as they played out in the modern Age.

Like I had experienced at Red Rocks during , I felt a pattern entering me, one radiant from the embodied essence of Burchard's expression on stage. The space flickered, and I felt the Oneness, that I was experiencing another aspect of my own self, one possessed of a treasure of embodiment that was available within the space. It was the modern bardic, voice and story in service to human actualization. The new myth.

“The best time to have the map is BEFORE you enter the forest”

Characters

Andrew Kaus

Amae Love

Forest Schrodt

Kandice Korves-Kaus

Michaelah Ivie

Sandy Brzozowski

November 11, 2013

2013-11-11

Oberon's Tavern – The Map of Time

I am led to order another of the artist-rendered maps of the time holes from the film ‘Time Bandits’ and give it to Jordan as a token of power, honoring his own service to the realms of Faerie and the space he holds for the adventurers through her domain.

It is a deep invocation to give the time map to Jordan. Such is a major artifact, especially when given by myself, for it is reflective of my aspect, the mapping and journey across the strings of time and space.

It is my honoring him as a storyteller, as a traveler and an adventurer, a bard of such graciousness that he is capable of holding space for others.

Bards of the New World

To head to the Expert’s Academy was fascinating to me, for it had arrived in response to my invocation, my ask to the Universe that I be led to the proper use of influence, the right-use of the bardic as it existed for me in this realm. Here I saw clearly that Brendon Burchard was a modern bard, using the power of his word and good works to help the people transform their lives.

I ask one of the elves to witness a photo of me standing in front of the painting on the wall depicting the modern shaman, bridging the space between the dancing ’round the fire and the modern temples of change. It feels deeply appropriate, as my quest to understand how to achieve the money and help the people continues.

The Royal Speech

As I listen, I consider – by what synchronicity of events would I arrive at such a gathering? Why was I arranged in time and space to be the exact moment in my journey back towards the Shire to even encounter such a thing? There was significance to it, and I wondered at the road beneath the road.

Clearly, this ‘Miracula’ was one of the modern bards, using her sacred voice to transform the shape of the consciousness

Honoring the Road Gods

I witness a photo of Grey next to Victory, my steadfast steed carrying me forward. As I do, I open sacred space, feeling into the spirits which animate their forms. In this bow, and weave a lyrical, honoring Victory for what she did for me, and Grey for continuing to be of service.

The ritual completed, I make my way back inside to honor my friend, the Road God who gave North and I sanctuary when we had nothing else.

I thanked him profusely, for he had shown me the fellowship of the Olde World, the simple understanding of the road and it’s challenges. As I did, I felt again the touch of the aka of travel, the archetype of that energy moving through him and myself.

Grey School – Mark of the Unicorn

I refuse to pass through the towne of Petaluma without visiting my wizard and priestess allies in the form of Oberon and Morning Glory Zell Ravenheart. Long have I appreciated their camaraderie and fellowship, embodying the bright aspects of the human family and a love of books and lore the matches my own.

As always, I remember that the idea for the Millenial Gaia, the statue that had come to be a mapmarker for me on the Quest and the closest thing to an altar I would carry in my journeys across the realms had first come through Oberon. Where the impressions of that devotion to the Goddess had spread their seeds through his actions as a precursor to our shared tale.

I love visiting the Grey School on my journeys across the Mythica, for she is a place that appears on the surface as what she is in the underlands, a trove of ceremony, ritual and inquiry into the magics playing out in the modern myth.

There was an authenticity that I loved. A genuine pursuit of the nature of magic and it’s sharing that I admired. I saw Oberon and Morning Glory in fine light, representatives of a successful union and a maturity of heart that permeated the space.

For many years now I have wanted to gain a videotape of unicorns dueling with their horns that I knew was close to Oberon, yet this remained outside my grasp. Nonetheless, in my Quest to reveal the magical World to the people I was able to witness some photos of the skull of the unicorn that remained amongst Oberon’s many artifacts from his colorful and magical life.

The aka of publishing is strong with Oberon, who writes profilically in the classic archetype of the wizard …

As I had many times before, I spoke to Oberon about the Mythica project, my intention to build a publishing network that revealed the Great Story of our shared synchronicities, that framed the magical avatars I had encountered in the annals of a Story of Remembrance, opening the gates of the magic to the World.

Yet while this was a beautiful thing, Morning Glory was not well. A wasting had come to her, and I sensed her threadlines fraying across the akasha. It was a sadness, for I appreciated them both deeply, recognizing that in each other they had discovered a soulmate for the journey across the human condition.

As always, the deva reveal the world beneath the world as a shaft of light kisses him for a moment. Where once more I am touched by the kindness, the well-intent and the sheer fellowship that radiates from my friend.