The Teaching Story
There is a map to our myth. A landscape to our legend. Beneath the surface of the World lay a deeper and more mystical place. The realm of the Mythica.
Through these Stories we invite You to enter a new reality. To learn the ways of real magic and how to step into a more heavenly Earth. May you be blessed on your journey to who you really are.
There is a Book that is a Door. A portal into the World of real magic. A way of seeing the subtle planes of our awareness.
Before you stands a gate of leaves. A scent of flowers moves through it, triggering memories of happiness and wonder. The leaves flutter, as if inviting you to enter.
A man appears then, a golden cloak wrapped around his shoulders.
“Come and enter” he says, bowing gently and pointing to the gate of leaves.
“Yet every adventure is different” he says, opening up a book. A book with blank pages.
”Through Story, we’ll be learning about that magical place. The realm of real wonder that I call ‘The Mythica’
“There is a language of legend” he says. “A modern hieroglyph that opens the windows on our World. Where Story seeps through the stitches and brightens the cracks of our horizon. “A way of speaking. Of witnessing a new World into being. Come, I will show You …”
In the Mythica, we look beneath the surface of the World. Shifting our awareness to reveal the subtle energies that are always there, waiting to be heard by our open Hearts.
“There are many ways to see the world“ he says, as he opens his hands, revealing a portal between the octaves of perception…
What he says seems incredible. Impossible. Yet still, you wonder … what if?
What if what he was saying was true?
What is there was a way to walk between realities?
Suddenly you look up, and all around you are books. Books in every langugage, books of every color. Books of gold and books of copper, books of whispers and of wine.
”I built her this way to help us all awaken. To help us Remember the magic that has always lain within is.”
“The World of magic is deep. And must be directly experienced. In our own way, we must come to the remembrance, to clear the lens of our perception such that we may see and experience the brighter version of our reality.”
He walks down a corridor, through what feels like an infinite library. Bookshelves lay in every direction, holding space for a horizon of Stories. He pauses, breathing into a smile.
”Our Stories are sacred things” he says, running his fingers across the spines, softly touching the parchment. “They are our personal myth. Our personal legend. The sacred path upon which we walk.
Here in the Mythica, i’ve built a way for us to see those Stories from a new angle. A way to look into the library of our lives. Into the space of the Akasha.”
The scene changes then, revealing a pair of rainbow eyes. Within, you can see the reflection of a road. A rainbow road. A bridge across Worlds.”
“She is a portal” he says. “A window into the Worlds beneath the World. Leading to the places of magic and wonder we have witnessed on the Quest.”
“She is always there for us” he says reverentially. “Waiting. Waiting for us to listen. To awaken to who we really are.”
”Yet to see the World of real magic, we must change the colour of our eyes,finding the rainbow in the rain.”
He pauses, and you feel a tremor, a note of sublime bass, humming through your feet. As if the breath of the World, herself.
”It can be difficult” he says. “So many have forgotten. Yet proof exists. Here, within the hallowed shelves of the Mythica, you will find windows into that sacred place. Photos and Stories witnessed in the World of real magic, to help You find your way Home …”
Click the keyhole to enter the Mythica!
The Living Story
“Into the Mythica is a living Story.” he says, walking down the hallway of books, the floor and ceiling glittering like mirrors of space and stars.
“She’s more than an art piece. In a real way, this website is more of a window than a painting, a way of witnessing the breath of our Stories themselves. A way of seeing the Mythica’s unfoldment through the weave of our many myths.
He stops, picking a golden book from the shelves, gazing at it with reverence.
“In this way …. she is never done. Stories have no ending, nor do they begin. Like the essence that lay behind the characters we play in the grand tale of our shared unfoldment, Stories are forever.”
“Our lives are Stories” he says. “Threads of time across the canvas of experience. A heroic journey from one reality to another. Where we walk a heroic journey along a landscape of vibration., part of the Great Story of human awakening.”
“Yet there is something deeper still” he says, picking up one of the books, with what looks like a the pages of a book opening into leaves. Beneath the glyph, it says ‘Into the Mythica’.
He smiles. Holding the book with reverence. “She’s more than a book. The Mythica is a portal, a gateway into the realms of real magic. Stepping into these pages will change your very reality.”
He places the book on the table. Gently unfolding a golden clasp which slides silently open.
“See, the Mythica could never fit into a single book. She’s as big as the Sky, as vast as the Creation itself. No normal binding could not contain the pages of the World Tree. I needed to create something deeper. A gateway, made of finethings. A library of Stories. One that could grow infinitely large, a chorus of voices remembering the World, together.”
“Yet such a thing could not be done alone.” he says, turning and smiling to You. “Stories are never singular things, but threads, part of the great skein of time and space. Others were needed, willing to share the sacredness of their own journey along the rainbow road. Ready to share their Voice with the World.”
“Beautiful, is she not?” he asks, rainbow eyes looking over the vastness of the starscape. Seen from above, we are the literal Stars of the Great Story, connected to each other in constellations of synchronicity. Wrought to a deeper purpose than we know.
Where we are the heroines and heroes of each other’s adventures. Facing the trials and triumphs of making our way to a more heavenly Earth.
“Yet to travel the underlands of Story, one must have a compass. A means of navigating one’s way across the realms of the Mythica.
Here, Yeshua and I make our way through the pages of the Great Story, documenting our journey. Witnessing the avatars of the Awakening as we cross each other’s Path.
Walking the World Tree
“Yet to travel between those realms we need a compass. A way of understanding our position in that vast multiverse of possibility. A way to see where we’ve been, where we are, and where we’re going.”
“When we can do this … when we can see where we are on that vast tapestry of experience, we can see where we’re going.
We find ourselves moving through the context, changing our shape. Becoming. Endlessly becoming on the rainbow road across the Akasha.
Such are the fractals, the nature of our sharing and circumstance. The places where we meet each other and rise.
“We exist in many dimensions simultaneously. Facets of the much greater jewel of our consciousness. Where we are often splintered, on a journey of integration to who we really are.”
He opens one of the books. As he does, letters and symbols move about across the page, as if finding their place. A combination of pictures and letters etches across the pages, glowing faintly, as if in invitation.
“See the Mythica is a different kind of Story. Using the technologies of the modern age to present teachings on the mystic arts. As we’ll come to discover together, she is a portal, a doorway into a whole new World of limitless possibilities.”
“To do this, we work with a language of modern-day hieroglyphs which we are calling ‘hyperglyphs’, in which the way-of-the-telling, the mixture of words, icons, illustrations and hyperlinks all serve a much larger educational function, opening portals of curiosity for the Reader to go deeper, to explore more of the ever-expanding World of the Mythica, and in so doing, go deeper into the as-yet-undiscovered country within their own Divine embodiment.”
He turns the page of the book. Inside, you see a rough drawing, sketched and coloured, of two characters on a rainbow roadthrough what appears to be the branch of some immense and unimaginably large tree. Curling with a pair of it’s leaves are a pair of photos. The clarity is distinctive in contrast to the drawing, as if inviting one to touch them.
“In the. Mythica, the Stories act as a portal into the magical World of the new paradigm. As you click on certain parts of the picture, you’ll be led deeper into various parts of the Mythica. Try it. Click on one of the grey circles surrounding the pictures!”
He trails his finger along the page, where the letters and text are paired next to icons and glyphs, some of animals and plants, others of mystical symbols.
“We learn so much from pictures” he says, flipping the pages of the book. “Of the totems and energies that make up our sacred Path.”
“Here, the symbols and glyphs upon the pages can lead to new territories within the site, acting as a visual hyperlink. Through this languaging, we’re helping the Reader to see the more subtle layer to their experience by outlining the nature of one’s individual timeline as both a singular heroic journey and a collective one, where we expand our vision past the individual to the much larger tapestry of threads within the Great Story of humanities unfoldment.”
Here, each element gains new relevance, where images are used throughout all iterations of the platform to bring the Reader into new territories. In the example above, when you click on the highlighted area, it takes you to the reference point on the timeline of the characters, blending the graphic novel and the timeline into a seamless play of reference.
Through this action, they engage in an exploration of their own self, exploring the as-yet-undiscovered country within their own Divine embodiment, coming to see the beauty of their own experience of personal totems, symbols and ways of being along their sacred Path.
This style of presentation is fundamental to both the Author and Reader’s experience, for the contemplation of both words and pictures creates a certain effect in the consciousness, inspiring a language of remembrance. Here, we show both the painting and the poetry of existence, phrasing things in a language of clarified symbolism which, by virtue of it’s presentation in a digital medium, allows us to use the images with the words as portals, symbolic rabbit holes of entry into the underlands of one’s experience.
“Greetings and welcome to the Academy” Peter says, opening the door. Before you stands a great hall, surrounded by curving walls of books and doors.
He bows. “Let’s get started. Akashic magic is more of a context than a definition. She’s an understanding A relationship with the nature of form itself and it’s relationship to one’s personal experience. You know, the conditions and challenges of your lives.”
You walk forward together, deeper into Story. Peter stops by a statue along one of the bookshelves.
He smiles. “You know, back in the day there was a movie called ‘Clash of the Titans’, which I loved. In one of the scenes, Zeus, the head of that pantheon of Divine embodiments, picks up a clay sculpture from a wall of sculptures, representing a particular person in the mortal plane. As he does this, he places it down in a new location, moving that person from one place and time to another.”
The scene shifts then, into a vast gallery, with sculptures as far as the idea can see, an infinite variety of shapes running along an infinite tunnel.
He stops, picking up a slab of clay and mushing it between his fingers.
“Masculine, feminine, the different colours and textures of the human plane, these are all just shapes. Shapes in the clay. Here at the Academy, we come to see that we are not the sculpture, we are the sculptor. We are not the clay, nor the traditions and other impressions that make up our lives. We are instead the awareness that inhabits that clay, discovering it’s curves and gravities in our sacred exploration of what it means to be human.”
This inevitably brings up the question, are we adding to that clay in the formation our personality and it’s magics?
“Yet … what if there were already something there? A Divine blueprint, a seed within your self waiting to emerge? What if the most embodied version of your current self alreadylay within You?”
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“See, in a very simple way, all spells are sculptures. An organization of energies brought into a shape. From this context, all traditions, all lineages, all belief systems and styles of manifestation are simply rearrangements of very fundamental things. Subtle energies that underlie the more complex forms.”
“It’s very much like music. While we often appreciate the grand orchestration of a musical piece with it’s many layers, hearing the play of chords and progressions along time, it is easy to forget that chords are made of notes, which further break down into rhythms, distilling down to the primal elements that make up the much larger piece.”