"Mandala Springs" July 18, 2024

Synchronicity defines the path.  Where and when we arrive in a place, the characters we meet along the way and the experiences we have with them happen in layers on a weave of time, space and the dimensions of consciousness.  Such is the stage for our stories, the theatre which features our living myth.

The Starflower arrives at Mandala Springs late at night, and I immediately move to find lodging as the captain of the ship insists on his privacy whilst he sleeps.  The question of not having a tent weighs upon me as I encounter a group of musicians in a loft-space near where we park.  Invoking Aladriel's name I am brought to his presence and spoken for as a traveling elder, and am kindly given sanctuary in the loft.

Morning –

Sign of the Goddess –

Once again the totem of the Millennial Gaia appears on the Quest, reminding me that I am in a sanctuary of my patron as I make my way along the underlands, and reminding me of my alliance with the statue's creator Oberon Zell-Ravenheart.

The Pool of Life

The radiance of cleansing, that of a bridge between worlds flush with crystalline water sings in the air …

Barefoot Appalacha

In my experience the realms of the underlands are populated by the avatars of their substance.  Such proves true as I encounter Barefoot Appalachia, I traveler on a quest to plant seeds throughout the mountains and landscapes in service to the New Earth.

Like Yoffi and the Starflower, Barefoot Appalacha's vessel is flush with the aka of the New Earth, with a solar charger, battery and alkalizing elements built beneath his bed in the back of the truck.

Starflower Science

The basic premise of movement through the realms of the Mythica is the understanding that everything is made of vibration, and that those vibrations manifest as our circumstances.  I consider this as I wander back onto the Starflower to witness Yossi describing the layers of new world technology he has incorporated into his ship to create a mobile temple of healtn and wholeness.

RIFE generator

Yossi's excellence in the aka of health and wholeness is profound.  His entire ship is a medicinal vessel, designed and wrought from the emergent codes of longevity and personal balance.

The depth of his knowledge of the science of resonance is strong, and in the clarity of the rife generator and the Starflower's inclusive field I share a bit of the sensory science of reception and assertion in magic ….

Sacred Voices I – Brielle

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She is deep in the element of Water, and the communication is easeful.

The magic is easy and strong here, the mountains radiant with the crystalline energy of the New Earth …

As always, signs and portents of the aka which define the Path and the Land appear on the Quest in synchronicity, intimately connected to the qualities which define our Quest.  In my case, the appearance of the red-bound edition of Tolkien's "Lord of the Rings" etched with golden letters has significance, the stars within the soil of the Tree upon her spine even more so.  The tome's appearance acts as a reminder to me of the realms I am moving through, where the golden radiance of the tree meets with the crimson tides of the soil.  I feel it as a reminder that I am in the right place at the right time and in right purposing to deliver the Gift of the Mythica to the people.

Sared Voices II – Aladriel

"I was the one who wrote the invocation" says my fellow angel as we deepen into the simplicity of the High Speech of our shared realms …

Asheville – Threading Rainbows

The flow leads away from the springs, following the trail of Brielle towards a music gathering at a place called Threaded Rainbows, and I make my way with them, intent to use the anchored internet of a coffee shoppe to accomplished what i'd promised to do.

For many years I have wished to visit the magical towne of Asheville, recognizing her to be one of the leypoints upon Gaia that hold potency for the New Earth …

Bobbi Rose is a priestess of Story, holding space for the weaving of the words of the world.  To encounter her as a guardian of the entrance to the space is apropos …

The magic of the Mythica comes from a place closer to the world of elementals touched on by the shamanic and the sacred, and as I find my way to a place called "Weaving Rainbows" I feel this deeply, the tones of that sacredness manifestation through the forms of the people who arrive along the way.

Soldiers of Story

As we get to the venue David Lyons calls me, and suddenly i'm in a confluence with him, Taia and Matt, connecting with avatars of the Hollywood on the opposite edge of the continent herself in the City of Angels.

And the fugue just took me.  Moved me into a dimension of being where everything just exploded outwards in a wash of devotion.  I felt myself arranged with fellow storytellers intent on redeeming the way we shaped our media and felt myself bringing the Gift of the Mythica to the people.

A vision comes to me as the vortex of our conversation moves me through the streets of Asheville, and I see the three of them in a field of smoke and sacredness …

Once again I feel the charge to change the world of stories from David as he speaks to his intent to redeem the stories from within the lion's cage.  There is nobility to this, and I bow to it's effort, yet all lions deserve to be free.  To flourish their colors in service to Story's high ideal.

A great sense of responsibility arises with me as I listen to them, feeling the tropes of the Hollywood rippling across the substance of their stories.  They are my comrades, fellow devotees of Story in service, and I can help them, bringing the Holy and the Holly together in the modern myth.

From the ethers I look down upon Los Angeles, feeling the pulse and flicker of Her energies acting as the stage for our conversation across the continent.

It's more than just his name.  The aka of the Lion is strong with him, and I see the virtue of his influence of story from within the Hollywood system.

Yet I wish to give him more.  To give them all more.  I feel the flush of the Moon above us all, each living our own myth and meaning within the larger context of the Great Story.  I saw us as the guardians of Story, each bringing our facet of the treasure in service to a shared intent.  To bring the tenets of the Holy Wood back to the Hollywood felt like my role, my gift in that larger expanse, and the words flowed through me in accordance, exalted in the sense of shared alignment.

They have such high intent.  I feel the desire to encourage a brighter dream through the media of the current Age …

Such things are the essence of magic to me, the play of the elements which forms the geometries of our stories.  They are the proof of concept, the sequence of scenes within my story which reveal the shared intent.

Yet lions are meant to roam free.  To move through the Holy Wood that mothers the Hollywood and speak their truth in a mythic tongue.

It's all about where we're led.  About what happens for us along the path and it's relationship to our sense of personal navigation.

Like a light in the darkness …

The Crystal Scales

The landscape reminds me of "Livingwell", flush with the aka of Faerie.  I can feel the voice of the land, the reverberations of her substance speaking to stewards who pay attention to her rumblings.

Where Water meets Light

The art of arriving is all about arriving.   It's about being in the Right Place at the Right Time, which invariably involves where you are on the surface and subtle layers of the world.  Such is crucial, for it's the lens through which we see the worlds.  To witness the light moving through Xue's form in communion as the light cascaded into the sacred pool to weave the ripples of his essence was a thing of perfect timing, a moment that could only be witnessed in the exact conditions it required to exist.  Herein lay the very essence of walking between worlds as we ask the question – how do we get to those moments?

Yet it is deeper than this still, for the Mythica is populated with the very avatars of the elements, human beings embodying the rarities of consciousness which define our mythic selves.

It is such a good feeling to be recognized by my brethren on the golden roads, to feel the resonance in the shared field and the simple visceral gravity of shared knowing.  Such easements can be rare in the Commonwealth and it's placement so far removed from the true world, and to be around them is sustenance itself.

A Meeting of Kings

is appropriate that I arrive in places with my fellow bards and stewards of the land, for such as the geometry of my story, the proof of the path I seek to show along the quest.

Such is the nature of the Mythica invocation.  To BE the witness to the grand array of characters in the worlds within the world.  To encounter the queens and kings of the New Earth in shared alignment on the strings of our stories.

Things can happen when you know the language of the land, and it changes depending on the territory of your tale.  Yet despite it's many forms and functions, the nature of the codes of ethics and the archetypes we embody along it's axis remain the same.

Like I wrote about in Infinite Elements, there's a bubble between worlds.  A place where we meet and negotiate with the stewards of a realm.  Such happened for me today in my meeting with Rob and Eleanor, the Lord and Lady of Mandala Springs.

I am in the kitchen when a call comes in from Eleanor, who I (almost) immediately recognize as the queen of the land.

I have harmonized with both the King and Queen of this land and have been granted sanctuary in exchange for 2hrs/day work trade doing light planting of flowers and arranging lights.  I have also been allowed to stay in the Cratsworks space (which is the chocolate/dance hall space) which they do not normally allow and I am currently resonating with a fellow druid for a tent to sleep outside.

The energy of the root chakra is radiant in the space as Rob descends from the upper terrace wearing a red robe and holding what I intuit it the contract written up by his queen.

One of the ways in which I truly came to understand, the nature of karmic, impressions and personal agency had to do with my difficulties with the earth plane

Sanctuary Given

It’s a fractal, of course. A repeating pattern across the geometry of my story, defining both the trial and the treasure of my energetic architecture.

Since I’m in a healing space, I will speak of healing all across my life. I have had tremendous difficulty with the most basic earth magic, whether it manifested as cooking food or understanding how to thread pieces of metal together, it was like these things were untouchable to me, ungraspable from my base of perception. More simply, they just didn’t work. At least not for me, and I ended up doing what I did today, which is calling on others for assistance with something that seems incomprehensible.

The most difficult part of it without doubt has been what I consider to be the total lack of empathy or compassion from the people who take for granted their own element of earth

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Shifting my frequency into the realms of healing with nature, feels to be a gradual process. There’s the sense of a larger movement in the ether around myself, where the holism of bathing in the creek, whilst holding my relationship with the elements in sacredness.

That the stone people arrive in this moment of Kairos is significant to me, for it speaks to my own passage into the deeper realms of Earth, the next chapter in my movement from the Sky to the Ground.

The stone people hold the memories of that which has happened around them.

Yet another artifact appears for me in the aka of books, arriving in the form of a green backed edition of the Quest for the Holy Grail.  Like the Tolkein's book before it I experience the synchrony of it's arrival as a portent, a reminer of the underlying Mythos which defines me quest.

While it may seem frivilous to some, everything we encounter has the potential to inform us – to remind us of the purpose which drives our path, appearing in the language of our personal legend.  The Quest had taken me through the vibrational realms of Middle Earth.  The Quest was about the Holy Grail.  I was in the embodiment of returning from the crusade to encounter the Bard Kings of the Eastern territories in service to the Tree.  Such was the living myth playing out upon the land.

It’s the sense of the Tree herself, moving me forward, beyond what I might imagine or envision in the limited mind.

I smell her as she descends the stairs like a poem, each footstep echoing like a memory of the lands of nobility and verse. She is a Lady, a royalty of sorts, true in her heart to that which is true.

It is a special thing to have a book held by a Lady.  There is a song which moved between the pages at such tunes, a reminder of what was and can be again.

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One of my most favorite things is to sit in a dark-yet-dry tent while rain pours all around me.  It’s meditative and magical, a womb within the world. Extra points come from being near a running stream so that the sound of the stream and the rain combine into a melody of sweet water.

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I am deepening into my magic, working with the first order expression of my relationship with the elements as a basic vocabulary of my spellcraft.

July 23rd, 2024 – Speakers of the Word

Deep conversations and drop-ins wiht Ojay, speaking with Duncan about freedom from the American egregore, speaking to Aladriel about boundaries and the assumption of the current vogue of starseeds to push their idea of wisdom on others without being asked

There is so much soul in Oja.  So much care and conscientiousness for the people.  Here again I see the aka of the Word, the bard's of the ancient and future present arriving in a kismet of synchronicity upon the sacred land.

My heart is ilghtened by the brotherhood, and yet a part of me lingers, feeling the entrapment of the Chaos King within the weight of his own mangled crown and I feel pity.

July 25th, 2024

Watching the mythos unfolding is so affirming.  As I move deeper into the realms of health and wholeness the aka of the bardic continues to arrive, manifesting through the form of a jam session with the lords and ladies of the springs.

The sense that i'm IN IT, in the next leg of the Quest is exhilirating, reminding me of the greater intelligence which sits beneath our stories.

I had no idea coming to Mandala Springs would bring me into alignment with Rob and the bards of the emergence yet I arrived nonetheless through a series of choices moved by feelings that were my divination forward.

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A Jester's Colors

What happens in the Mundus happens in the Mythica simultaneously, playing out in the surface and subtle of our stories.

Concerned that I am trapped on the landscape and wishing to return to my responsibilities in the Ravenswood, I call upon the word of the Jester King to grant me the return flight that I was promised only to quickly discover that my concerns over his lack of virtue was well-placed.

It is at this point that my concerns over the juvenility and intent to assert that I felt so strongly within the Jester's magics come to fore as even the pretense of fellowship is quickly discarded.

I try to enter the space with softness, yet am immediately met by yet another dark attempt to colonize my mind with a dominion of semantics.   The vision of the fallen jester trying to invade the map of my mind with his magic is clear, yet I have no patience for it's presumption and respond sharply, proclaiming my disinterest in his attempts to influence me and the simple desire to receive what I was promised.

It is disgusting to me that this being is so insistent on trying to assert their will on me, and the recogntion comes to me again that this will be a constant assault.

It is a fool's errand, for the shield of my truth is more than sufficient to deflect his manipulations, yet it is heartbreaking nonetheless, for I realize that there will be no parley, no communication, only the repeated scratches of a disgruntled dog wanting to feel powerful.

Is there no end to the defilements of this Age? To the broken round table and it's entourage of twisted crowns? We could all have victory if the people only SAW clear, and for all my wisdom I can do nothing, for the fool does not regard me or himself with the clarity necessary for change.

It hurts, yet even this provides contrast, for in the aspirant harmony of Rob's kingship and Eleanor's priestessing of the Mandala Springs I see a movement of redemption away from the patterns of ruin that have defined the previous world.

The sense of the form, the natural speaking in dictation to describe the quest, is coming together. As usual, the circumstances demand it.

The rivers are running strongly through the healing pool at the bridge between the realms.

I have not been taking full advantage of the ability to drop into a healing pool every morning, and have gradually been noticing that the quest has brought me to a place of healing and wholeness Where I may remember the natural world amongst the community of sacred music.

A sense of unbinding and binding comes to me as I dictate this, and I recognize my inner world as shifting, opening up to the even more integrated version of itself.

Functionally, this looks like an easement and clarity in how to write the journal which intern is related to the overall spell of the Mythica being the mythic journalist of one’s own sacred Path.

As with all invocations, this is a Journey within the self that manifests The circumstances of our path it’s the way our myth unfolds, flush with the characters and circumstances that reflect our longing and legend.

Here the spell unfolds as the opening of clarity, the realization that what is coming through me is defined by a deeper gravity.

For me that Gravity is the return to the land. The deepening of my relationship with the Deva and the restoring of my self in the deliverance of the Mythica. Here, the essence of being at Mandala Springs carries a tone of receipt of that dream, that desire to, devest myself of the karmic impressions I had acquired in my journey through the Commonwealth and return to my own primal state.

Embracing the cold mountain water is a part of it. It is the baptism of return to the mother and the great gift of coming to this land from her element, and I stand for a moment before entering the pool.

To cleanse myself in these waters while holding a spell work.  It is cleansing the karmic impressions from the self with the pristine elements of nature.

As I’ve moved into this next leg of the quest, I find myself deepening into the craft of spell work, clarifying my relationship with the elements and their geometries in service to intention.

In true hitchhikers guide to the galaxy fashion, a towel comes to me from Thomas, rating with the energies of The Rainbow Bridge that I walk.

This is truly bountiful realm, where alliance and well wishes reign, where Aladriel, in his capacity as a druidic bardic brother, shares his bounty with me as a gesture of fellowship in the old code.

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I’ve often felt that my perspective on Free will and choice and it’s associated relationship to compassion has been misunderstood.

Kings Farewell

Everyone in the Saga is processing the karma of the old world.  don’t understand a system or experience repeated issues in coherence around that system, there is a reason., and in my experience, those reasons are karmic, affecting our coherence and debility to perceive ourselves and the systems around us on the most fundamental of levels.

Yeah, there is always a greater pattern going on, and it is this thing that is the benchmark of our question of agency here my meeting with Rob and the Kingley fellowship and camaraderie I felt in the space as I moved to leave in perfect timing and synchronicity, demonstrating again the larger intelligence that speaks behind all things

We recognized each other as brothers and kings, and there was beautiful HeartSpace, despite the demands on his time. I mentioned how it felt like a perfection in my coming to the land ever so briefly and he agreed.

As I said earlier, how we work with the stewards of the places we arrive is part of the royalty of character. While Rob and Eleanor were clearing the space and the flow demanded my movement forward, there was a sense of camaraderie and later interactions that was gained through our harmony. In the Mythica, it felt like myself as a king traveling between the fairy realms meeting the other ambassadors on the tour to serve the tree herself.

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Airport

My experience with the Jester King sickens me, and I divest myself of his offerings towards the dissolution of my engagement.

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The sense of vibrational resonance and being on the right Path continues as I make my way to the boarding area for my flight …

The quality of Judaic kings arrives again, this time in the form of Rueven, a man wearing a rainment of gold whose energies immediately felt resonant …

Next episode – "A Drop of Destiny"