"Blackrock – Hope and Fear – The Future" – September 2, 2006

2006-9-2

The Books of Fae

2006-9-2 – "Blackrock – The Web of Fate"

"… In the Summer of 2006 I return to Blackrock City, there to find myself caught in the web of fate, recognizing on some level the threads of the akasha and my place within the leela of the Divine play that will eventually resolve into the creation of the Mythica …"

"Blackrock – The Web of Fate"

I return to the City of Dreams, making my way once again across the dune sea of Blackrock. Such are times of epic and embodied mythology, where in the endless beats I find myself once more in wielding with Terpsichore, the Lady of Dance, engaged in the rapture of that intimate and transformational space, held in the neon womb of the playa.

I adore the playa. She is palace of dreams made real, where one’s walk of synchronicity invariably leads them to the reflections of their own shifting consciousness. Like the ancient realms of shapeshifting and song, the veils of Blackrock are thin, made thinner by the constant invocation of her grand portal, granting sweet access to the deeper planes of the Mythica.

It is during this adventure that I find myself caught in the web of fate, recognizing on some level the threads of the akasha and my place within the Leela of the Divine play that will eventually resolve into the creation of Akasha Yoga ….

As I had many times before, I scour the desert, looking for Love. Wishing to invoke and manifest that sweet connection, and finding nothing

Walking the Dune Sea

Everything in life is a reflection. A divination into the substance of ourselves looking outwards and inwards. As I pass the sculptures, I consider …

The Web of Fate

As I move through the dreamscape of the playa, I find myself in a weave of strings. As I have before, it carries a divination, a sense that I am somehow bound to strings, wrapped inside threads within a much larger thing.

Signs of Devotion

The themes of devotion and surrender were strong for me then as I encountered these sculptures near the beacon of center camp …The themes of devotion and surrender were strong for me then as I encountered these sculptures near the beacon of center camp ….

Again, I divine my way through the dreamscape of the endless sands. Navigating my way through the signs and portents that move through my lens of perception, reflecting back to me the nature of my own journey, my current movement through the Mythica.

His magic is thick in the air as I witness him, flush with the ancient primitive technologies of drum and dancing …

Facing the Pooh Within

After encountering my fellow dancers in the whorls of the dune sea I find my way to center camp where I encounter the ball of Pooh, which occurs for me in my exalted state as the manifestation of the shadows of the world dressed up, our inner poo to clean up, and which in my opinion requires the sword of fire created for me by Ogun.

The dust scrapes and footprints on the floor of the center camp are apropos as I feel myself walking through the many impressions of the people within the central space.

The Dance is sacred to me. A royalty of motion, where the subtleties of our intention are laid bare and naked in the endless sand.

Dancers in the Desert

My travels take me to a house of sticks. As I wander through it, pushing through the feeling of being trapped in the web of fate and disappointed in my lack of victory in manifesting Love into my life, a vision comes to me of the impermanence of the world. Here the sticks, destined to be burned along with the temple in the aftermath of the man's incineration, a sense comes to me of the Dance … of dancing one's way through the trials and sorrows of the Earth plane, finding Joy in the shifting tides of time.