"Harm to None" – February 3, 2006

2006-2-3

TIMEDATE – 2006-12-6 – "Harm to None"

"…In the Winter of 2006 I travel to the islands of the Goddess once more in an effort to purge myself of the rage-filled response I have to being challenged yet again in a place I thought was safe.  Such will be my first encounter with the isle of Maui and the lessons learned therein  …"

Challenged by Elezar, rage fills me. I had thought myself safe here. Crimson, acidic thoughts fill me; yet I remember my vow; “Harm to None; and Good Will to All”. I know I must return to the Mother; bathe in her emerald; cleanse this terrible question from my heart. On the way, I make the decision to trust the Universe that I will be supported. I take no tent, no camping gear, only my laptop computer and some light clothes in a backpack …

I know that I am unbalanced, that Elezar's offense to me was born from the distortions in both of our minds, yet it is not a thing of a singular life, but of many.

One of the early tests of witnessing the principals and expressions of the physics of the quest was my first journey to the Mother Islands of Maui in 2006.  Since my initiation in Kauai in 2003 it was to the Aina of the islands that I would return, to reinvigorate and clear myself for the next leg of my journey deeper into the Mythica.

While I had plenty of money from the dowry of insurance granted from my father’s death, the mission was to prove that Divinity supported me, that circumstances would arrive to carry me forward on the quest.  It was a test of the magic, of my relationship with the principles that underlie my story such that I could prove to myself and others the nature of the Universe.

Immediately upon leaving the airport, I see a path through an overhang of the green, much preferrable to walking alongside the moving cars on cold pavement. Here, I come upon what occurs for me in the Mythica as a lightsaber, carrying with it a gale of thoughts and feelings about the right use of power and our responsibility to walk the sacred land.

Of course, most people would not look at it in that way, yet that was how it played out for me.  It was an example of divination, in which one interprets their experience a certain way, receiving a message from the Divine in the manner most appropriate for them.  In my case, while it appeared on the surface of perception as a bit of plastic with metal wound around it, the way I received it was completely different.  In this I saw the nature of divination itself, the way in which we interpreted our experience, whether through the tarot cards, oracle decks or the synchronicities in our lives.I was stunned, once again reeling from the incomprehension of the Earth plane.  In my own savant way I could not understand how human beings could just toss their garbage onto the planet so carelessly.

Did they not feel it? Could they not sense the way the trash hammered on their own substance? Could they not recognize that what they were doing to the outside world was poisoning themselves? I could feel the distinctions between the cleanliness of the Green and the bits of paper and plastic that were mindlessly tossed around, where the very air was a mixture of car exhaust, plastic bags and trampled grass.

It was disheartening.  And yet, within it, I found purpose.  Scanning around, I found a plastic bag, and began picking up the pieces of trash I found, collecting them into it.  I resolved that I would do what I could to clear up what had occurred on my path.  That once again I had been led by the deva to a place where my hands were needed, where my effort was required to bring the Land back to her natural state.

Sanctuary and Synchronicity

As I walked through the streets of Paia, everything was a divination.  I considered myself an adventurer, intuiting my way across a landscape of symbols.

I am led down to a beach. Here, I see a sculpture which feels to be a sacred Heart, rippling across my consciousness. I’m thankful. I need it. The fires of anger and contest from the challenge is still cooling in my body. Consciously, intentionaly, I invoke the release of this thing, such that I may embody the vow of harming none and having good will.

I had decided to test the nature of manifestation, and chose to arrive on the island with no tent, no backpack, only my laptop for writing down the Story and a bundle of clothes.  Such began the adventure, in which I would see the expression of that Divine benevolence over the course of my wandering

It began to rain.  With nothing but my backpack and my laptop, I was concerned about the computer getting drenched.  Unsure of what to do, I wandered around the forest on the edge of the beach, looking for some kind of sanctuary, for anything I could use to protect myself and my equipment from the coming storm.

The White Elves

Spiders and Stories

I stepped into the space, grateful for the lodging provided.  As I did, my eyes were drawn to a massive shadow, that of a spider, perhaps a half meter in width.

I stepped back, startled. The spider’s shadow was immense and in my naivete, had no idea what size they grew here in the islands. Fear flared in my chest, and I breathed into it, asserting over the still-healing wound within my access to power.

A moment later, the spider emerged, small and delicate, made enormous merely by the play of shadows and light, and I saw – This fellow magician was no real threat. There was not the intent of intrusion on my sanctuary but simply the shared resolution of old stories. In my shock, I had imagined them to be much larger than they actually were, yet in facing that inward shadow expressed without, resolved the tension within my Heart.

Bowing to the spider, I thanked the Goddess for the lesson.

Fire into Water

It was this thing that struck me, watching him carrying the torch into the endless churn of the Water. Something brave and relentless. As with all things, it reflected where I was on the Quest. My interpretation of the energies of the event relative to some alchemy moving within my form.

I felt as though I were this Fire. This torchbearer, moving into the swiring chaos and darkness, facing the tides of what it must within to change what is without. In it’s reflection I saw how my rage towards my fellow magician at being challenged was deeply misplaced, and that I was to cool that Fire in the softness of the Water, despite the fears of how I would light the way if it were not ablaze.

As I saw this, my interpretation of the Water changed. Behind him lay a Path of Light. A way across the shifting tides. Reminding me of my sacred purpose. Softening my Heart back to Love.

Defiling the Land

How could they DO this? How could the people willingly drag these many bags of garbage into the clean forest?!

I was stunned. Sickened and revolted. The bits of plastic and detritus felt like irritants on my own skin. I could feel the wastedness, the disrespect, hanging in the air like a wet regret.

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Temple of Dance

In the subtle planes of my awareness, it was more than just a picture.  Here, the three Dancers wove strings of energy, manifest intentions that honored the Land, that honored the mountain, that redeemed the sickening feeling I had from my discovery in the forest.

Mermaids of Light

It was then I saw, it was the LIGHT. The quality of Light, on all it’s subtleties, that defined our ability to See that which was really there. In a certain angle, of timbre of Light, of our consciousness, we were made of certain forms. And yet these changed, our vantage and the very reality of that vantage moving across an infinite spectrum.

Once again, it was the Aina that struck me, the immortal, more constant permanence upon which our mortal Selves moved and changed.

That bleed, that delicious space between light and form, continues to grow. As I witness her through the Mythica, a golden tail moves behind her, the waters feeling themselves around her gravity. The light strikes her a certain way, and I see, beneath the surface, the treasure that lay beneath.

I continue my wandering, listening to the voice of the Goddess.  Of the aina, speaking to me in the tones of the Wind and the Water …

I make my way to the pool, stripping my clothes and settling into the healing waters.  Like the caves, there is a sense of being held, enveloped inside of a gravity greater than myself.  A feeling of nurturing, one that soothes and calms the storms within.

She opened to me then, her aspect emergent as a yoni within the swirl of branches. Feeling the impressions through the substance, we shared language, the luminous alphabet of vibrant tone, informing me. Changing the substance of my being. A sense of birthing the self into a new manner of being. Of shedding the skin of that anger such that I could embody the ideal of harming none.