Each of us walks our own Path through the many realms of the Creation. For me, this played out in the land, amongst the faeries and the current avatars of Avalon, living their legend in the modern form of that tale of becoming.
Such lay at the core of my nature, for I had always been connected to the faeries. The elemental intelligence of the aina, sometimes known as the deva, the kami, or other cultural flavors.
When I left the Academy to make my way along the rainbow road, it was the realm of Faerie that I moved through, encountering the avatars of that place in their modern myth. Such are my kin, the avatars of round tables within the Green embodying the highest aspects of family and fortune.
In my travels, I have had the fortune to meet many of the royalty of that realm, each fulfilling their sacred function in the opening of the gates of Avalon to the World, each part of a grand orchestra of modern mythos and magic, drunk on the wines of wonder. Characters in the Great Story of our shared remembrance.
Faerie is very much a realm of the bards, of the Storytellers and wayshowers of the Otherworlds of who we can be.
Where the people walk a beautiful line of reverence for the sacredness of the Land and the natural intelligences that surround us.
It is a place of Stories. Of the tales and tellings of our interaction with the mysterious wonders of the forest and the free. Where we speak the languages of the land, interpreting the dream of our evolving gaze.
To move through Faerie is to live in the roots and branches of the World Tree, singing the songs etched upon the bark, telling the tales of our lives. To feel the nature of our interwoven family, ever-connected through the subtlety and ridiculousness of our wise folly.
There is much music in such places. In which the essence of our many Stories are held in reverence and tide, marking the moments of our shared adventure in prose and bright presence.
It is a place of kindness and kin, of families bound in freedom.
A synchrony of moments where we dance amongst falling apples, honouring the elements that give us life, delightful in our stewardship of the gold within the Green.
To move through Faerie is to see between the Worlds. To feel the space between the spaces, the melody of silence the exists within the chords of our being. The walk the line between what things are and what they seem to be, seen in the reverent edges of dusk and dawn.
Yet even more deeply, to exist in Faerie is to live closer to the royalty of the self., enmeshed in the appreciation of our extended family, of the bonds of blood and bright that link us all to one.
It is an olde thing, wrought of substance far deeper than the sandcastles of civilization. A relationship with that which is larger than the self. A recognition of the tides of time and it’s currents that play out as our many Stories across the canvas of our experience.
A beautiful place, in which we live in loving relationship with the lands within and without, honouring the many faces of our shared unfoldment in the sanctity of life.
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