… I had a sign appear today, commensurate with the shift in my presentation inspired by the various gravities. I felt it was significant. In the adjustment that i’ve been going through after & continuing the flock of spells i’ve been doing to heal the wound of community, i’m feeling myself stepping into a new shape. A new configuration of my tree of life.
There’s a feeling that I finally understand how to present everything in a way that is inclusive and expansive, that shifts me into another reality. So, when I saw the glyph of ‘End of Story’ on my Path, I interpreted it as such. An ending to the Quest to bring the Mythica to the people and a beginning of a new chapter. It mirrors my waning interest in documenting the minutia of my path. A feeling of having-done-that pervades, and I sense the description of the physics of the quest and the service emerging through the form.
the $1200 needed for repairs of the Emerald (my vehicle & home) is significant. That plus recent events have given me no other option but to step forward with the opening of the Mythica, presenting my understanding of the Tree of Life in a way that generates connection with community and income.
With something like $80 to my name, I look beneath the surface of my story to see that I have touched the edge of the Commonwealth at last.
The Uber EATS was how I was making coin, gradually delivering food for people while I pulled the Mythica together. In the past couple of weeks i’ve had a Major Story Transition, with the arrival of an Alchemist, a Phoenix avatar and the call of the Mythica herself alongside the issues with the vehicle. It’s accompanied a major shift in the structure of my tree of life, the spread of impressions along my spine & nervous system that makes up my story *and* the way i’m presenting Into the Mythica. There’s a sense of alignment in the etheric architecture, and i’m just moving forward with it. Thankfully, i’ve got 24/7 access at a coworking space called ‘Union’, emblazoned with the totem of the sacred Rhin-Mu (as I call it, a mushroom-rhinocerous with wings that aI feel represents collective emergence)
It’s an interesting feeling. I sense the tones of being a guide around it. The textures of focsuing not on my story but on the teachings themselves, presenting the physics of the quest to the people through a medley of medias. There’s a sense of the Story becoming the Storyteller, a peacefulness I have in the simple walking around Encinitas, barely moving the vehicle and committing entirely to the act of being the Author, Explorer and Guide that is my divine function.
With this comes a sense of harmony. It’s a new feeling. A new configuration of my tree, and i’m breathing into it. Gradually recognizing that I am done with the endless movement. That one way or another I am done on that Quest, stepping into a new dimension of experience in the Mythica.