“Mjolnir”
"Mjolnir" – September 14, 2011
2011-9-14
The Books of Fae
2011-9-14 – "Mjolnir"
"… The parallels between my magic and mythos and their expression on the surface of the world continue as I am asked to wield lightning in the City of Angels and encounter the hammer Mjolnir herself …"
(excerpt from )
For me, the elemental nature of Fire and it's evolution into the wielding of Lightning happened for me in the incarnate plane during the 2013 episode , where Michael Ravenwood asked me to be his proxy for a photo shoot involving a L.A. sound stage, a tesla coil and a suit of modern-day chainmail armor, yet the essence of it reflected my own progression in the wielding of the element of fire into the lightning that had defined my childhood.
The fields of the Mythica continue to unfold. I witness my own aspect changing, my spell works moving into the exaltation of the Fire element. This reflects in my field as Michael Ravenwood calls me, claiming he had a divination which told him I was the right person to fill in for him in an act of wielding lightning.
This is the first time I believe is called a ‘sound stage’ in the City of Stories. I enter, informed by the deva of the space, the textures of what I am coming to understand is the flush and flow of many artists, all building their Worlds within the environs of this Land.
Getting up on the pedestal, I feel my Aspect of lightning once more, that elemental essence which has always been a part of my suchness, expressing itself out into the surface of the incarnate.
The fields of the Mythica continue to unfold. I witness my own aspect changing, my spell works moving into the exaltation of the Fire element. This reflects in my field as Michael Ravenwood calls me, claiming he had a divination which told him I was the right person to fill in for him in an act of wielding lightning.
They ask me to channel the lightning, feeling into the snapcrack of it’s tickle along the outside of my armoured form. Wishing to oblige, I reach out with my senses, shifting the surface tension of my self, listening to their energies dance.
They curl within me, waves of sensate electromagnetism, humming gently across the metal skin.
I can feel them. Her them, Hear their Song.
Here, I feel the fields blending, the understanding that I am living in the elemental substance of my own sacred matter crystallizing more and more into a mythopoetic embodiment of Knowing.
Wielding the lightning is different than fire yet the same, and I sense the roots of the aka as it crackles across the chainmail suit …
Outside I see her – Mjolnir, the Uru hammer …
Ariane's Threads
The magic continues to be flush as I find myself driving up the Pacific Coast Highway when I am led to reach out to Ariane Labyrinth, the priestess i'd met when I first traveled into the realms of Fire with Michael Ravenwood months earlier …
As I am driving through Santa Monica, I am led to call a priestess I met named Ariane Labyrinth. Strangely, and out of her usual patterning, she answers and we agree to meet, to watch the setting of the Sun.
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