“Return to Eden”
"Return to Eden" November 14, 2011
2011-11-14
The Books of Fae
2011-11-14 – "Roads to Eden"
"… At last, the Quest leads Ciardha and I back to the Motherlands of Kauai. Back to the realms of paradise. Here, we encounter the priestess Laura Love, the Thalyn the Bard and many others. It is a trying time for us. The resolving Fire between us is wavy and jagged. I sense that our time of separation is nearing …"
At last, the Quest leads Ciardha and I back to the Motherlands of Kauai. Back to the realms of paradise. Here, we encounter the priestess Laura Love, the Thalyn the Bard and many others.
It is a trying time for us. The resolving Fire between us is wavy and jagged. I sense that our time of separation is nearing.
Mead and Mana
Unsure of where to move on our adventure, I follow the Faerie paths, and look to see if there is anywhere on the island where I could find sacred mead.
As fate would have it, a tavern existed, and we hitchhiked our way there, two adventures making their way across the mythopoetic landscape of the Mythica.
After resting on the beach and simply feeling into the aina, we return the tavern, to discover that we have arrived at a moment where a party is engaged.
Stashing our bags in the bushes near the entrance, we find our way in, tasting the scent of the dancing and delight. As I find my way to another glass of mead, I encounter a mystical priestess by the name of Laura Love. As it turns out, she has both a place to stay and a car to rent on the island. I am elated. Such occurs for me as the bosom of the island, playing out through the priestesses of the Land.
The Island Priestess
Sacrifice to Sleeping Giant
The feeling to let go of the past grows ever more intense as we move about the island. Casting my gaze to the Sleeping Giant nearby, I receive the vision that I should sacrifice my mane, a thing I love, and be reborn.
Following the guidance of the Goddess, Ciardha and I climb the mountain as I shave off my hair as I aligned with the four elements, weaving an invocation of release and rebirth in service to the Lady.
Waters of the Aina
Upon hearing my request to find my way to the sacred Waters, Laura takes me on a journey to a sacred spot, where we venture into the wet jungle towards a healing spring.
We stop on the way at a small pool, feeling the desire to clear ourselves before we drink of the sacred spring.
Here, I cleanse with the Water, invoking the sanctity of the misogi meditation, of clearing and aligning with the elemental intelligence of the deva.
I say a prayer then, weaving a rhyme and rhythm in talkstory with the guardian deva, it’s strong face grinning with me in fair measure as we make our way through the strands of bamboo towards the sacred spring. Harmony blossoms between us as I feel the veils shift, sending me deeper into the realms of the Mythica.
At last, we reach the spring, guarded by the roots of the World Tree. Together, we fill our flasks, drinking deeply from the pristinity of the place. Magic fills me, as I feel the cooling green of the Mother pouring through my form. It is the wash of rejuvenation, the remembrance of our sacred compact with the Land, and I feel it deeply.
Food for the People
Soon after, the Map of Synchronicity reveals her threads as we encounter my ally Kelvin the Sherpa in the streets of Hanalei …
With the car, we find our way to Lihue, to the local Costco, to gather foodstuffs for the tribe in Kalalau.
The Na Pali Trail
The energies continued to jagged between us as we walked the trail. I could feel the energies of the Land pushing things to the surface, mirroring our movements towards the valley.
Eventually, things came to a head, the patterns of co-dependence exploding in a volcano of mutual authenticity, in which Ciardha walked onward alone and I stayed behind to give him space.
After the split, I breathed in, feeling the need to rest in the embrace of the aina. Next to me was a small terrace of green next to a stone wall. I resolved to camp there for the night and settle the vast energies that had happened in our exchange.
My dreams were intense. I felt myself get up, and walk beyond the wall, into another area, filled with characters of mythos and meaning. It was real, so vivid that when I woke, I had to check the wall once more to see which World I had woken to.
Entering the Valley
The energy shifts as we approach, becoming rarer. Finer. More wrought of the gravities of the Primal World. Across the ethers of the akasha, I sense the tones of Family, of the tribe of outlaws that insists on serving their purpose within the sacred valley.
To my left, I see a bucket, with food and supplies. On it’s side it proclaims itself to be a thing of offering, of donations to and from. I smile. This is the tone itself. Of Good Family, of caring for one another on the Quest.
As we rounded the trail, at last I could see the Dragon once more, her crest and spines forming the apex of the nearby mountain. The lines of ley sang beneath my feet as my Heart opened, feeling once more the tangible resonance of the Mother.
As we rounded the trail, at last I could see the Dragon once more, her crest and spines forming the apex of the nearby mountain. The lines of ley sang beneath my feet as my Heart opened, feeling once more the tangible resonance of the Mother.
To reach the sign feels like a threshold, a boundary between the common world and the natural world that is our true home.
The energy shifts as we approach, becoming rarer. Finer. More wrought of the gravities of the Primal World. Across the ethers of the akasha, I sense the tones of Family, of the tribe of outlaws that insists on serving their purpose within the sacred valley.
Cliffs & Wind
I found a place to camp perched on the edge of the cliffside, where I set up the solar panels to charge the Mirrorfine such that I could continue my documentation of the journey across the realms.
Here, I breathed, simply feeling into the energies of the valley, allowing her deeper wisdom to inform the cells of my being.
It's the adventure. Always the adventure. The gear, my placement on the cliffside, all aspects of the adventure that supports us all
Food for the People – Part II
It was in that moment along the indric threads of our synchronicity that the boat arrived, carrying the food we had gathered for the people at Costco to the valley.
Gathering a group of the outlaws to him, Kelvin began gathering the bags of food as we carried them down to the beach to prepare for the thanksgiving feast.
It was in that moment along the indric threads of our synchronicity that the boat arrived, carrying the food we had gathered for the people at Costco to the valley.
Gathering a group of the outlaws to him, Kelvin began gathering the bags of food as we carried them down to the beach to prepare for the thanksgiving feast.
The Labyrinth of Aina
Follow the urgings of my inner compass, I wanderwalk down to the beach. There, in the crack of the cliffside, I see an opening into the darkness. Into the inviting bosom of the Earth.
Even from the edges of the Water I can feel the gravity, the cooling, grounding energies that lay within that sacred place. I moved forward, consciously invoking the elements to shift my awareness deeper into the realms of the deva.
About sixty feet in, the cave shallowed, the ceiling lowering till it was a mere foot or so above the sand. It was in here that I crawled, laying my back on the sandy grains, the massiveness of stone, the gravity of the Earth bearing her mass above and around me.
I made offering there, singing my Voice and my silver flute to the Goddess, the tones of the sounding dancing with the whispering trees. Around me, a ripple of stones reflected, the substance of my manifest halo in earthen clay..
As I wandered through the jungle in communion with the aina, I was led to a moment where a pair of crafted faery wings sat on a tree next to the radiant form of a faery deva.
The beauty of it was sublime, for to my eyes this was the play of the things within the thing, the donning of the costumes as acts of Remembrance, bringing us back to alignment with the Great Tree such that we embody the deva that lay within us.
Yet in this place I saw it clear, the deva of the aina informing me in their sacred language, we are mapping the line together, showing the place where the Earth meets the Sky. Witnessing the faces in the clay from the atlas of the clouds.
She witnesses a photo of me standing by the edge of the brush. As I inspect the result, I see the influence of the aina. In the subtle planes made manifest, I remember my purposing, embodying the aspects of the deva as a portal to the many realms along rainbow bridge. Tracking my way back to the Garden.
Jungle Hospitality
Walking the Rainbow Bridge
What occurs here in the underlands is profound, the deva of light within the photo carrying a message. A declaration of unity between the surface and subtle lands of the self. An understanding flashed in my mindseye then, a vision of a rainbow road in-between stars. I knew I was a traveller on that road as well. And that I had been triggered by the spirit of the Land.
It was in that moment that I dropped the camera to my side and simply felt, sensing the alignment of the subtle liquidity of the moment, where at the middle of that breath I felt my finger click down on the shutter. Before me then, clad in the majesty of the aina, the Path revealed itself in substance and shadow, there, in the place where the Land meets the Water.
One of the most magical moments of the return to Kalalau happened when I witnessed the deva of the Fire forming itself into a reflection of the way in which I had been signing my art.
Such was a moment of deep seeing, of feeling the underlying pattern of manifestation, the great reflection of my drop in the indric net.
Service of the Sherpa
It is such an honor to have Kelvin carry my pack. Where I feel a resonance between his action and the mythos of his life. Such is what he wants to be, in this moment. The way in which he offers service that gives him meaning. I would not be a good friend were I to disrespect such a thing, and so I am deeply honored by the opportunity to witness him in his aspect.
A great Gift comes to me as I prepare to leave the valley as Kelvin and his ally insist upon being my sherpas, carrying my bags for me on the trail back.
Bowing, I thank them for their graciousness, and breathe into the blessing of a soft return.
As I leave the valley, the Dragon shows me her face once more, her serpentine spine gazing at me from the trail.
So much is communicated then, in the Voice of the Stone deva, what in the Matsubadojo they called the kami and here is called the aina.
Kalalau has been so healing. So clarifying. With every bare footstep I appreciate the wisdom of the Mother more and more, anchoring in the shifting tones of my own remembrance.
As we leave, we pass the same Love Donation bucket, where Kelvin gathers some granola for the trail. Once again, I thank the energies of the land for providing the idea for such a thing, a waystation for travelers walking the bright roads of their own heroic journey across the realms of the Creation.
Such is to me the expression of the New World, one of cooperation and bright family, pushing it’s way through the sediment of the old paradigm, manifest through actions of human kindness and fellowship.
It is so beautiful to see him living his myth. In deep gratitude I feel them beneath the surface through the octave of the Mythica, his action and our circumstance in parallel to the sherpas of the Himalayas and the landscape of that legend.
As I walk, the Goddess speaks to me, affirming the healing of my judgments of self and of Ciardha. “Do not blame the messenger” she says, and I feel it, the space between he and I, both of us bound and unbinding in the perfect of the elements. In the radiance I see it clear, we have served our function for each other, there is no one to judge or to blame, that it was simply what had to happen.
It is a profound moment. One where the lesson of ho’oponopono plays out as ripples in the liquid substance of the consciousness, where I see and sense the smoothing impressions in the subtle water of what I will one day recognize as the akasha.
Characters Appearing
Laura Love
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