I have traveled to the City of Stories; leaving the Ship in the venerable peaks of Bedrock and the gracious hosting of Rad Dan. It has been a deep journey so far. One which has crystallized my viewpoint of the various octaves of the realms and how those apply to my right action in opening the Worlds of Wonder to the People.
Yesterday, I shared deep magick with Lady Joelle; opening the portals of Story at the sacred labyrinth. A fitting alchemy; dancing with her; with such a beautiful incarnation of Story. A living poem; weaving her wonders across the worlds. At the labyrinth, I invoked the grounding yet again; dropping my weight into the Earth such that I could See more clearly; such that I bring my attention and awareness into the Incarnate.
It was such a wondrous scent; that of fellowship and free; of easy laughter and blended light. In the eve; I got to meet her lovely mother; thankful to see yet another iteration of beautiful relationship between a daughter and her mother. It is the sweetest of textures; this; the loving intimacy of an unbroken chord. A lineage of magick; appreciating and enhancing one another like fireflies in waltz.
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