2023-12-9 – Part 2 – The Melody of Consciousness

One of the beautiful things about having a network which offers the same functions as Facebook and others is the ability to determine who gets to read your posts. In all honesty, at first I didn’t think much of it as I was so involved with the construction of the Mythica to really look at the idea of what one wanted to share and with who. Yet, as I come to discipline myself into more writing within the space, I feel the tremors within, the fear of expectation or judgment within or without, and I feel my own resolving trauma of expression making itself known. While such may seem like an irony to others given that I am the builder of a platform for expression and transformation that I should suffer from such a thing I feel it still, a knot within the self whose resolution cannot be avoided.

There is precedence to this, of course, as I witness all patterns repeating across the rhythm of our lives. Here I see my assisting Joshua with the healing of his neck and voice, my offerings to Kundra, Bloom and others as well as the overall intent to create a space for the modern bard’s guild all to be part of that larger equation – the healing of the aka of one’s sacred voice.

It’s ironic. It took me a long time to recognize that I was traumatized in the expression and sense of safety in my voice, that the healing I was offering to “others” was ultimately one which included myself.

To write this out is a meaningful thing, for it is the process itself. The embodiment of the fractal of our collective consciousness playing out in an individual way. Case in point – As I write this, there is tension in the center of my body, one whose tremors shake and ripple the layers of my mind, and in this there is incoherence, what feels like resistance yet may simply be the stretching of new muscle upon the bone.

As always, it is the timing of the thing. The recognition of the kairos of the moment. At what is happening now and how that relates to the spell herself. It is the divination into agency, the scrutiny into the underpainting of my own access the consistency within the self necessary to make appropriate choices….