"Blackrock – Deva by Design" – August 29, 2012

2012-8-29

The Books of Fae

2012-8-29- "Deva by Design"

"… Clarity comes to me in the desert as I return to Blackrock City once more, where signs of the Gene Keys open the pathways into the dimensions and the space within the spaces of the dune sea …"

The Dragonfly Keys

There is always a relationship between our shape in the Akasha and the manifestations along our path. Anna and Theo share with me a manifestation along their path, a deceased dragonfly that arrived for them, an affirmation of their sacred work with the Gene Keys.

In the Mythica such is a beautiful and powerful portent, the manifestation of the right thing at the right time in a personalized form. While I was not a deep study of the Gene Keys, the totem of dragonfly was strong within the realms of Faerie that I traveled, and I felt the iridescence and blue to speak of portals to come, fractals of light and color approaching in the ethers.

Invoking the Brighthome

Zor Fyregod

The Divine Design

We were connected, points of light connected to other points of light, occurring in subtle geometries of geography. In the thin spaces of the desert, it was easier to see, yet it was always present throughout our stories, part of the synchronicities I was tracking with my documentation of the form.

As the sandstorm clears we find ourselves at an installation, the archetypes of the Divine Feminine & Masculine forming a gateway into an inner space. The scent and texture of the magi is thick here, the vibrations of subtle energy drawing one inward in invitation to what lay within.

Entering the space, I am blessed to see a photo of Violet Moonrain, a divinator of excellence allowing herself a moment of abandon. That I encountered her bathed in royal purples and blues sang through the photo, her hair a fireball of cosmic connection.

Still further, we encounter Elijah Parker, another of the magicians within the realms of Onedoorland.

Gods of New York

At this point in the quest my devotion to story had deepened to the point where I had no surprise that I would encounter beings with whom I shared vibrational resonance. I had long since realized the realms of Blackrock's realm facilitating that which was not often so apparent outside her borders.

Of course while in the company of one of the Story avatars of New York I would encounter the others on the strings of synchronicity. Such was the nature of the underlands of the Mythica, so it was no surprise when we met the Dreamer, Zina Brown, on the dunes of the playa.

I have always had a deep respect for the way Story moves through Zina. In his mythos, he was born dead, and survived only through a potion, a cocktail of plasma that reset his system. Such was a potent mythos, to come from the Underworld into the mortal plane, and to my eyes such made him a literal portal between worlds. Of course, his creations reflected this. There was a dreaming to them, an animus and archetype that pulsed beneath his work that I respected.

The Mythica is so clear as I encoutner Wendy Neverland, the shaper I first encountered during 'Blinking Sun', and during my time in the realms of Elphinstone.

The Temple

Parting at the Crossroads

I have always appreciated the magic of portraiture. Of the pigments bringing out the aspects of the subtle self. Such was the essence of great artistry, the ability to show that which is already there. To stand in front of the Brighthome in the CIty of Dreams was a moment of high magic as I was once again blessed by Vogel's excellence of pigment, his subtle eyes picking up the radiance of the crown which defined my form and function in the worlds.

Walking with the Deva

I am exhausted from the endless electronic beats as I feel led outwards from the center of the City towards the edgelands, simply feeling the aina of the playa. The vibrations of the music feel like constant ripples on the surface of my Water, and I simply want a break.

Above, I hear the sky rumble. And feel the presence of the deva of Air. The clouds growl, threatening lightning, and the playa goes quiet, DJ’s wary of the destruction of their systems by storms.

I breathe in deeply, thanking the deva, for the moments of silence that move across the desert, giving contrast to the chorus of endless dance.

I feel the Sky all around me, the expanse of the deva breathing through my vantage. I am barefoot and on the edges of the city, in the outlands, the furthest point from the Man, where the voices of the deva are clear.

Mists of the Dune Sea

The storms are thick across the dune sea, and we move slowly if at all. Such is the nature of the wilds of the playa, the intensity of conditions that can shift and change in an instant. While most of the troupe hold vigil upon the vessel, Hoji the Firemaker moves forward on his bike, scanning the edges of visibility for signs of the city.

Mythmaker – The Burn

Mythmaker – The Burn

Witnessing Hjeron is always fascinating to me. Like McLain he occurs as a being of embodied myth, radiant with the earth strength and movement across the bifrost that grants him his aspect – that of the mythmaker, bringing the people between the worlds.

The sense of Egypt, of Galactic ambassadorship and the opening of portals that I always feel with Kandice and Andrew radiates from them, illuminated like Day and Night in the flickering fires.

The energy is intense as I return to the Brighthome, and I open sacred space, calling on the elementals to soothe and soften my form. I place the Gaia statue that has travelled with me across the realms between two candles, anchoring the space.