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peterfae posted an update
2023-7-9 –
I have a conversation with Nature Dreamweaver which is significant, him telling me about his victories at the High Vibes festival and my sharing with him both my frustration with the shifting conditions and the great victory of having put the Mythica together. As i’m speaking to him, an audio message comes in from Dakota, her soft voice raining through the mists of France telling me that I came up in a reading she had in Ireland, and that it would be best to be friends with me. Simultaneous with this, Joshua writes me back, talking about his movement into his sense of leadership and masculinity and through his Saturn return, apologizing for the suffering caused by his distancing-without-explanation.
It doesn’t hurt as much. I can see him going through his own process, his own desire not to be “in my shadow”, to be his own King, and not knowing how he fits into the Mythica given his desire to be the leader of his own agenda.
Nature has victory at High Vibes, telling me how Equanimous and Ruby Chase have become a pair and are organizing new levels of that place of emergent consciousness, and I am reminded both of the pain of feeling isolated from the community and the fear of being rejected by my Galactic family as I felt rejected by my blood family and of the vast and Divien nature of my isolation and it’s purposing, my distance from the karmic entanglements of the world enabling me to build out the temple of Stories without distraction, a thing I now bring to the peoples of the worlds.
I think of Dakota and a sadness comes over me that we are not together, yet I am stalwart still, for such is her decision to make, and her chosen is a good man who loves her as she deserves. Regardless of this, I am King, and the King is the servant of the people. What matters first and foremost is the mission, the weaving and sharing of the stories that are our shared movement towards a more heavenly earth. In this my anger fades to a sadness, the wondering if I shall ever be met with the resonance I long for or if I am doomed to a stoic acceptance. A soft voice within me speaks, telling me to hold my course, to trust the unfoldment and know that God both gave me the longing and the fulfillment, seeing beyond the veils of Mystery that define the veil of our remembrance.
As a last bit, I head to the Truckee DMV to get my registration so as to resolve the traffic ticket I received months ago and run into a bard by the name of Mary Isis, a collaborator of the Bloomurian and clearly one of the voices of our emergent song. I snap a photo of her and her ally, recognizing the synchronicity, thankful that I have constructed enough of the Mythica to honor their appearance in the tale.
