"Fields of Lavender" – May 18, 2018

2018-5-18

The Books of Fae

2018-5-18 – "Fields of Lavender"

"…there is finally some relent from the constant difficulties of the splinter as Joshua and I continue to forge through the distortions in the aka of value that define this Age …"

After encountering Niekko Chin once more in the towne of Encinitas, he told us about a place called the ‘Lavender Farm’, about forty miles east of the coastline. Here, Yeshua and I would continue to face the Shadow of Value as we forged our way through a landscape of unmet agreements and dishonour, sitting in hot tents with no electricity, internet, food or respect. Despite this, the ley of the land in that place served a very special function, where the lifelong challenge that had defined my Quest had one of it’s most memorable healings.

Blissville

Not-a-King Niekko

The Shadows of Value

We are being dishonored. The agreements we have made are not being met, and our basic needs are being deined.

Healing the Splinter

There, after forty-eight years of ongoing difficulty, I felt something I called ‘the splinter’ start to resolve within my consciousness. Where a sense of being shattered, unable to hold onto my shape and incapable of fully manifesting into the World, began to heal.

The feeling was indescribable. There was a sense of mending, of the splintered aspects of my consciousness fusing together, where the edges were barely touching, coming to cohesion, still hot to my psychic touch. Here, I felt the shattering of my lens of perception, the window through which I looked into the World, beginning to fuse back together.

It is so uncomfortable. I can feel my mind hammering, the inner plates shifting and changing. It’s like witnessing continents rubbing up against each other, sending tremors throughout my body.

It’s painful. And yet, there’s a welcoming to it, for I sense a change. A newfound coherence starting to come into play. Where my endless shifting across the realms of the Mythica feels new.

Coming to Clarity

All of a sudden, I could see how splintered my thoughts were. I saw once more the ways in which I kept repeating the same information, the same downloads into my journals, witnessing how I’d completely forgotten that I’d done them, how I’d been blocked from accessing that aspect of myself for decades.

I knew it was the result of the decades of process that I’d done, the persistence I’d shown in making my way from the Shadowlands and the Broken Kingdoms back towards the Brightlands of a cleaner and more magical manifestation. Yet while this was a beautiful and welcome occurrence, it was only the beginning of the next phase of healing.

I wonder at the sign, appearing on the Path. At the space between what we think we are and what we are …

Return of the Neverending Story

The Yellow Deli

Despite this, we were blessed, for merely a mile or so down the road lay an outpost of faith, the pasture and tavern of the Yellow Deli.

It is the very intention to connect with the Divine in this place that triggers me. While I feel it’s trembles across the ether, it aspires to a contentment I have never known, and hurts within my reflection.

I am processing so much anger at God in this photo. So much rage and discontentment with the difficulty of the splinter and the seemingly endless trials of healing.