It was in Oregon, near the Emerald City, that Yeshua and I cast the invocation to travel the rainbow bridge to Maui. Through the incessant inner work we had managed to acquire enough mana in the form of money to purchase tickets, changing the hues of our inner landscape to see it’s reflection in the outer experience.
It had been a tempering journey. For nearly six months we had been living in the graces of clan Wynden, allies of mine from the realms of Faerie. For nearly two years we had been making our way to the Commonwealth, navigating the ocean of the akasha towards the realms of abundance and prosperity.
As we made the trek, our very access to the ideas and inspirations, the synchronicities and kismet of manifestation flickered in and out. We recognized that we had to stabilize our access, to anchor ourselves into the realms of abundance such that we could rise past the survival level of existence, facing the core pattern within the akasha creating the circumstance of our reality.
It was a daily battle with the memorized feelings in the subconscious, where we ffought to remember the expansiveness necessary to embody the transition, using our seva of Story to navigate our way across the veil.
As we did, artifacts of the quest, the surface manifestation of impressions in the substance of the akasha, made themselves known. Reminding us of the realms of the Mythica upon which our Paths walked.
We had been traveling our way across the realms of value, gradually clearing the detritus appearing in the field of our experience through the application of akasha yoga.
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