2016-8-18 – “Return to Tribal Vision”

Return to Tribal Vision

2016 – Spine of the Dragon

2016-8-18

I prepare to make my leap through the portal to Tribal Vision, yet was waiting for a ride to manifest.

Lindsay Semilla connects me with Shaunti Lallyiam, another witness of the awakening, with who we gather at the house in freestyle prayer. He offers me to join his caravan. His potent photographs are featured here throughout the gathering, and it’s perfect that we would become allies at this point, in that shared function of the New Media.

I scent the bird medicine, the tribal tones beneath the surface. The sense of kin and kindred alike, that we share in our devotion to the Mother, to the Land, and to the Tribe. That we would ride there together was fine portent, the mystery of the weave unfolding our stories in shared bright service.

Auspicious nonetheless, that at the entrance signs guided the way deeper…

Further affirmations of flow and support from the friendly universe, that the Physics of the Quest hold true. That we are guided and helped along the way by nearly unseen forces.

Arriving there, I tend the fire to dawn as a seva, sacred service to the space. A familiar realm to my travel, within the more ascetic yogic and tribal realms as a Sadhu of the Path, I would tend the fire that was the heart of creation… remembering the sacred ways.

Here, I encounter other guardians of Gaia. Pilgrims along the journey for a more heavenly world. Beings like Chaitanya (2nd from the left), who I had first encountered at the Hanuman Temple, a long time devotee who grew up in the area and was initiatory in creating Tribal Vision. Hajit (right) who I had also met there, a servant of the lord and gypsy at the time. Efrat (center), she held such a clear tone of the medicine woman, that kind spirit of patience and wonder.

As the realm began to open, and people just started to arrive, I opened the space at a stage in the permaculture garden with my music. The tones of the green surrounded me, as a small group gathered, songs from about the journey flowing through.

Again, I encounter the sigil of the Star Tribe Alliance, a reoccurring guild on my path since my time in Taos. Here, the intention strikes me as the invocation of our shared purpose, to anchor a New Paradigm as Avatars of the Awakening. That through embodying our greatest selves, activating our gifts and superpowers, we would become the change we wished to see and bring about a greater World.

Beneath the sign, I find a sacred text on the Secret Teachings of Isis, again bearing the tones of the Alchemy and Tantras brought the field the episode before.

I would continue to work with cultivating the Ka, or my light body, drawing on the energy up my Spine, invoking the Djedi arts, working to clear the blockages and become a vessel for the Divine Light.

Such is the gradual discover of the Alchemies of Embodiment, the ancient and emergent hermetic arts and practices that cultivate the life force to channel into the creative act of manifestation.

Sacred Fire Portal

The opening ceremony is led by mayan shaman, Starhawk. She spoke of the wisdoms of earth and listening to Spirit, as the energies of the people came together at the center portal of the sacred fire.

I found myself in the realms of the Tribal Galactic, where the starseeds and earth warriors meet in peace and the old ways revered.

Here, in magic circle to cast and dream awake the spells of our incantation, the ritual being this life we live as medicine. Together, we shine brighter, the constellations of shared purposing as soul family gradually unveiling…

Fire illuminated and brought together the Tribe, prayers offered under night sky. It was here I first encountered Nandhaji, a yogi of the eastern path.

Worship to the elements, chanting and breathwork were had, as the energy settled to songs and stories shared.

The Cleansing Dawn

I tended the fire late into the night, as everyone went to bed, falling asleep…

My eyes open as the sun illuminates the valley, as Robotnix stood with staff in hand. A guardian of the dawn, who graciously offered to watch the fire so I could go on.

The Singing Plants

The next day, I encounter Peter May, who shares the music of the plants and invites me on a sound healing journey with sacred alchemies of the very plants I hear singing through the tones.

Star Tribe Prayerformance

As night fell once again music, dance and fire spinning commenced. The Star Tribe come to share their medicine.

Twas the ancient and galactic met at the middle, fae carries of the spark of creation, weaving and dancing their heart’s delight.

The crystal skull keeper Lionfire shared his drum, thumping the heart beat we felt in unison.

A blend of colors commenced,

Met in the holography.

Swords piercing through the illusion…

Returning us to the sacred geometries of Source.

We were privileged to witness the phoenix rise, in a blanket of melodic celtic tones painted on the winds by Xerephine.

Here, I first saw the fire faerie Amber flowing in the magick of dance.

Bridging the East and West

The closing ceremony comes together, as we invoke the bridging of the eastern and western wisdom traditions, the union of the eagle and the condor, the bringing together of the four directions and elements in the center of Spirit.

After, ceremonies of the fire are invoked, of ancient ways from either direction. The Rainbow Flag is brought forward, blessed as an emblem of our Unity as One Hue-manity, a rainbow family, that we all share the same earth and all are a part of the circle of life.

Wake Up Express

Into the end of the festival, I ride on to a nearby permaculture farm where I see the sigils of Lindsay Semilla representing the new paradigm culture. It’s quite perfect, that of the upcoming gathering invoked as “Wakeup Express”.

Here I intersect with Leaf LeRay, Amber Tang and Joseph, a trio of soulkin who I first encountered at the festival. Leaf was who had helped produce the festival, and who had arranged for me to play. Joseph a saint of hugging with who I had prayed to the Earth after the closing ceremony.

The aura of fellowship blossoms in the field. As went into the permaculture garden to gather healing foods from the sacred land, a sign appears…

And they invite me to join them on a journey to a nearby fruit forest and outpost in Paonia, where local goods and exchange was common. It was here I saw the Wakeup Express sigils, that Lindsay Semilla had helped create, again the symbol of the 12 sided star appearing in the realms of emergent community.

I am offered a reading from a medicine card deck by Amber, pulling the card, “Return Home.” Suddenly, I felt this pull back to the Lands where this all started, regarding this as a sign.

They share the desire to go, having never been, but also having received lore of its spiritual vortex along the route of the Rainbow. I share with them my adventures there and the power it’s sacred land holds.

Such is the nature of divination, as we make our way along the Rainbow of our Rose, the Cross that lay upon the intersection of space and time in which we reside.. that coordinate of the realm of synchrony, that leads us towards the blossom of our Seed Within.

So we journey south across the brightlands of green, touching the edges of the fine and free. “I am a Faerie!” Amber sings, skipping towards the green, weaving wreaths of sage into Joseph’s hair.

Leaf proclaimed the difficultly of organizing such a festival, and his gratitude for the soothing respite of the land and fellowship.

Wondering where we should go in Crestone on our spontaneous journey, I remember … the Dream Weavers Sanctuary.

Characters Appearing

Shaunti Lallyiam

Leaf LeRay

Amber Tang

Joseph Elliott

Peter May

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