“Onedoorland” January 9, 2012

“…In the dawn of the year and fresh from the separation from Ciardha I am led to a gathering of divinators and magicians nestled in the quiet green of the City of Portals …”

As I enter, I encounter Binah Zing, the matriarch of the house, holding a small door before me.

“Welcome to Onedoorland” she says. “A place where walls become doors”

Here, the sense of the priestess flushes through the ethers, and I see her, a guardian of portals within the city of portals holding in her hand the fractal of a portal itself. The images repeats before me endlessly for a moment, flickering in the space beneath the surface, as I witness a photo of her in her domain.

Katie leads me deeper into the house, up a painted and enchanted staircase, deeper into what is my first experience of a collective of practicing magicians.

Messages from the Divine

In the Akashic Library, Peter stood before a floating image from his timeline, one that captured a sacred ceremonial gathering bathed in soft candlelight. The photograph seemed to pulse with an otherworldly quality, as if multiple layers of reality had been captured in a single frame.

“This moment,” he said to Calliope, who stood beside him studying the image, “was one of those perfect demonstrations of divine timing – where the threads of multiple stories wove together in exactly the right way.”

“Tell me about the confluence,” Calliope prompted, her blue robes shimmering as she leaned closer to examine the photograph.

“I had been documenting the various ways people sought direct spiritual experience,” Peter replied, adjusting his gold cloak thoughtfully. “And on this particular evening, my path intersected with a respected ceremonial magician. The synchronicity was extraordinary – I arrived at precisely the moment they were preparing for a sacred ritual involving ancient medicine practices.”

He gestured to another floating image, this one showing a group of people seated in a circle, their faces illuminated by flickering candlelight. “The ceremony involved traditional entheogenic practices – specifically, toad medicine. What struck me was how the timing couldn’t have been more perfect. It was as if the very fabric of reality had orchestrated our meeting.”

“A convergence of paths,” Calliope observed, her dark eyes reflecting the ethereal light of the floating photographs.

“Yes, and more than that. The ceremony itself revealed something profound about consciousness and divine connection.” Peter touched the edge of another image, causing ripples of light to spread across its surface. “Through the medicine, the participants experienced direct communion with the Divine – a dissolution of the illusory boundaries between self and Source. My presence there as a documentarian… it wasn’t random.”

“The timing served multiple purposes,” Calliope noted.

“Exactly. Not only was I able to witness and document this ancient practice, but the intersection of our paths – mine and the ceremonial magician’s – created a node point in the larger Story. It demonstrated how individual timelines weave together in service of something greater than ourselves.”

He paused at another image, this one capturing the aftermath of the ceremony. “What we witnessed that night was a profound opening to Spirit, facilitated by an ancient medicine tradition. But equally significant was the perfect synchronicity that brought us all together in that exact moment, in that exact place.”

“One night I dreamed a dream.

I was walking along the beach with my Lord. Across the dark sky flashed scenes from my life. For each scene, I noticed two sets of footprints in the sand, one belonging to me and one to my Lord.

When the last scene of my life shot before me I looked back at the footprints in the sand. There was only one set of footprints. I realized that this was at the lowest and saddest times of my life. This always bothered me and I questioned the Lord about my dilemma.

“One night I dreamed a dream.

I was walking along the beach with my Lord. Across the dark sky flashed scenes from my life. For each scene, I noticed two sets of footprints in the sand, one belonging to me and one to my Lord.

“Lord, You told me when I decided to follow You, You would walk and talk with me all the way. But I’m aware that during the most troublesome times of my life there is only one set of footprints. I just don’t understand why, when I need You most, You leave me.”He whispered, “My precious child, I love you and will never leave you, never, ever, during your trials and testings. When you saw only one set of footprints, It was then that I carried you.”

― Margaret Fishback Powers

In perfect synchrony, I intersect with the pathline of one of the prominent ritual magicians of the community, and share with them a sacred ceremony of union with the Divine ….

“One night I dreamed a dream.

I was walking along the beach with my Lord. Across the dark sky flashed scenes from my life. For each scene, I noticed two sets of footprints in the sand, one belonging to me and one to my Lord.

"Lord, You told me when I decided to follow You, You would walk and talk with me all the way. But I'm aware that during the most troublesome times of my life there is only one set of footprints. I just don't understand why, when I need You most, You leave me."

He whispered, "My precious child, I love you and will never leave you, never, ever, during your trials and testings. When you saw only one set of footprints, It was then that I carried you.”

― Margaret Fishback Powers

The Rose of Creation

I was deeply thankful as the magi of Onedoorland allow me and the beast to stay, sharing space with Katie in a whirl of moving resonances.

Like Binah, Katie offered a portal. A doorway into a new manner of being simply through the vibrations of her embodied beingness, where in the Mythica she played out for me as a majesty of Fire and Earth, a Goddess of Creation able to shape form out of the threads of time.

Binah – Understanding

There was a wisdom to Binah. An ancient gnosis of creativity, pouring forth through her in an abundance of inclusivity and sacred play. Around her I sensed the tones of majesty, of abundance and opening, recalling the moment I had first witnessed here in the realms of Beloved years earlier.