"Guardians of Faerie" February 7, 2016

"… In the early year of 2016 I find my way once again into the courts of Faerie, there to join my fellow nobles at the Mythic Worlds gathering north of the Shire …"

I am led once more into the realms of Faerie, traveling to the Mythic Worlds festival, an aspect of Faerieworlds occurring in the city of Seattle. Here, I travel with my kinbrother and kinsister Hjeron O’Sidhe and Pearl Solora Zule, grounding the rainbow bridge of the Mythica into the realms with my own booth in the gathering …

The Inn of Time-Well Spent

Edge of the Green

Despite coming into a parking lot in the urban jungle, the deva drawn me to the edge of the lot, next to an overhang of trees. Even better, I see an opening in the fence, leading me to a natural pond where I may commune with the aina.

Presenting the Mythica

Not to waste the kindness granted to me with a booth at the festival, I receive guidance on how to cast such a spell from Jesse and set up the twin screens from my computer to showcase the Mythica to the people.

It seems silly on the surface, for I have nothing to sign up on, nor to sell. Yet I am led to present her nonetheless, etching the impression of such manifestation into the field.

Placing the Gaia statue on the table, she completes a set of magical items I have brought to share with the people, including the shaping masks created for me by the troll prince, a flute from McLain, and the Elphinstone Coat.

A grand sense unfolds within me as I witness myself in the iteration of the realms of publishing and presentation which express themselves as this table within the realms of the Mythic Worlds. Here, I feel the rainbow bridge within me landing, touching ground in the Commonwealth at the nexus of avatars from the realms of the Fae.

It is so clear to me. The rainbow bridge as the colours of the prism of the self. The World Tree as the interplay of our circumstances, the pattern I had been tracking my way through all this time.

Wandering the Faerie Market

I encounter a mapmaker in the market. He creates maps of magical worlds. It is such a beautiful thing, for I felt myself in the same capacity, cartographing my way across the Mythica.

As was my constant inquiry, I considered again how I could map the Mythica. How I could create the mapwork that revealed the real magical World. Visions, both vague and clear, moved across my mindseye, of using my Path as a model of remembrance.

I considered the shape of the Mythica. She was never simply about my self, about my singular Story, but about our much larger context. The Great Story that bound us all within its pages. About the ways in which the threadlines of our lives intersecting, forming the map of synchronicity, the sequence of moments that revealed the real magical World.

I saw this saw clearly, in the language of the land. Yet to communicate it, to show the connection between the World Tree and the rainbow bridge to the people was the question.

Weaving & Wielding

Longing for companionship, I decide to invoke a spell of connection, to see what develops in the field. I walk off to the edges of the Land to work the magic.

Magic, the truest magic, is never about other people. It comes from the understanding that all our circumstance is a reflection of our current shape. When we wish to change our reality, it is strongest to focus on the self, at changing the textures within such that one’s outer reality changes.

As a practice at the Academy, I had given my word to practice harm to no one and good will to all. Such was inherent in any wielding I invoked along the Path.

Wendy Rule

Dancing the Endless

The magic is deep, mystical and expansive as the tribes gather, where each one’s hue on the rainbow bridge plays it’s melody of impressions, weaving Worlds in their wake across the ocean of the akasha.

Harps & Drums

Once again the Valkyrie makes an appearance, her shape and form changing in accordance with the aspects she embodies at any given moment. Like so many of the avatars of Faerie, she is a fluid thing, holding space for the dissolving boundaries of Love and Longing in a medley of aspirant excellence. My Heart softens to see her there, steadfast on her Quest along her own rainbow road.

Branches of Yggdrasil

Yet as we make our way across the realms, everything is recognized as a divination. The Universe informing us of our Path, speaking in a language we understand.

As we move along the carpet of the hotel, I notice a pattern on the floor. That of the Great Tree. Of Yggdrasil. I feel us then as adventurers, across that very rainbow bridge, walking the roots and branches of that majesty, the expression of that subtle journey making itself known in the imagery of the surface plane.

As the market is closing down, one of the avatars leaves his booth and comes up to Pearl and I. He recognizes my passage along the rainbow road, the embodiment of the Tree that moves through my essence. Together, we weave a working, grounding out the Great Tree into the material awareness as an act of service to our shared legend.

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