"Hana Mana" – May 6, 2019

2019-5-6

The Books of Fae

2019-5-6 – "Portal to the New Earth"

"…given sanctuary by our ally Randy Pisano in his lands within the jungles of Hana, Joshua and I work to bring the Mythica to the people while soaking in the energies of the aina and her healing. An eruption occurs which sunders James from the Quest …"

2019-5-6

Signs of the Goddess

The Aina & the Mana

At last, we are in a food forest where we can live off of coconuts and the energies of the aina

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My powers continue to clear as the flushes of the aina regenerates my life force. My lens of perception becomes more sensitive, giving me deeper access to the Akasha.

I continue the organization, clearing and weeding the garden of the Mythica as I continue my work upon the land of Hana Mana.

As my tale begins to crystalize, I feel my powers clarifying. Coming more into alignment, my journey across the realms of the akasha taking on more definition, more groundedness. I see the structure of the Story, the armature that defines the lands of the Creation. The sense of deep gratitude continues to build as I feel the Lady all around me, filling me with her infinite light.

The work on the land is deeply empowering. While we are still clariying the distortions of Value across the underlands, I feel things shifting, opening with the healing Green.

The Dojo

Gazing into the Akasha

From this place, the Mythica spell unfolds, seen as a weaving across the skein of space and time. Where the pattern of what is Now is seen as having always been present, merely expressing itself in the perfection of moment.

Looking across the akasha, I see the seed of the Mythica passing through Peter’s consciousness in 2002 on the island of Kauai.

In 2014 I see her tendrils first pushing through the dirt of unconsciousness, rising on the land of Heaven and Earth under the watchful gaze of Mt. Shasta.

In 2015 on the Future Peak, she forges into a new cycle of her being, alchemizing through the forms of myself and Dakota Chanel

The clarity is so strong. Flush in the majesty of the island, I open a portal into the akasha, gazing across the timeline of my Quest.

Patterns blaze into being across the substance of causal stars as waves of information pour through me. I see the arcline of my movement, from receiving the mission of bringing the rainbow bridge to the people in Kauai in 2002 through my return here, to Maui, in 2019, my Path interwoven with a cadre of guardians forging their way to a new World.

In that bright vantage, I saw again that we were all part of the aina. Expressions of God through Gaia, pollinating the seeds of that Divine Intelligence across the many layers of the Land.

Mana from the Land

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Graduation Day

A vast sense of nostalgia fills me as I gaze out across the akasha.

At last, the Mythica spell hums beneath my fingers, my access to the magic of my own Storytelling flushing free and supported through the armature of the wielding. The compact between my self and the Goddess of Story made manifest.

I feel the Mythica as a temple then, weaving together the tales from across the Great Story. Showcasing the threads of the World Tree. A sense of deep fulfillment comes through me, as I sense parts of myself opening with the accomplishment. I feel a virtue of constancy arriving with my writing, unfolding at the perfect moment to publish our adventures out into the World.

A vast sense of divination is clearing in me, where I feel the various parts and pieces of this portraiture of our shared Story arraigning at last.

Vimeo

July 9th, 2019

As I leave the Hana Mana farm, I sense the rainbow road unfolding beneath me, a portal opening to the realms of Austin from our seclusion on the island of Maui …

July 12, 2019

I take a moment to honor the land of the Mandala Gardens, offering thanks and gratitude to the spirit of the aina that held and protected us for months despite having very limited financial resources, itself a proof of the support of the Goddess and the confluence of our avatars across time and space …