“Symbiosis”
"Symbiosis" – 2016-9-21
My trust in the unfoldment and in the techniques of manifestation comes right to the line as I make my way with no money and just enough diesel to travel to the realms of Symbiosis, there to reconnect with my fellow Guardians of Fire in a realm of deep Water …
Entering the Realm
The Mythmaker
As he shares this information with me, I have a sense of distance. A long moment where I cannot even believe that i'm being asked to adjust my behavior for an emotional projection that had happened years earlier and to which I was entirely innocent. As I recovered from the confusion, I listened to the akasha, pinpointing the event. We had been in Blackrock – the City of Dreams, within the tribe of fire performers and nomads that had defined the characters along the quest. A ritual had been done, and i'd taken some LSD, the better to feel the subtle fields moving through the endless sand.
There had been a girl. In stories like this there is always a girl. A Newcomer to the Dreaming City. We had traveled deep into the dune sea, finding our way to places of music and motion, and were spinning fire at the edge of the world. In between my own sets upon the stage and the documenting of the quest, I'd sat down and we'd chatted sweetly amongst the dancing flames. I'd had no knowledge of his plans to seduce her, nor was I in pursuit. Flush with the effects of the medicine, my eyes were full of sparkles and light, my attention on the kinetic patterns of fire and flow that were embodied amongst the troupe.
It was reminding. As I stood by Hjeron in the present, had a certain clarity. A revelation into how these false perspectives created so much suffering. I shared with Hjeron how absurd it was and how such unexplored grievance limited the fellowship that could have been. That had I been approached, had the mystery been explored, there could have been light in the darkness.
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Crystal, Water, Earth
As I make my way through the realm I encounter a crystal gateway, the same portal i'd discovered on the playa mere weeks earlier. Recognizing the vibrational implication and potential alchemy along the quest, I moved through it, setting my intention to step into a new world.
Such objects are potent things in the landscapes of legend, for they are the condensed archetype of a thing. An aka of manifestation that transforms those who interact with it.
Questions of Nourishment
This was an intense time, for I had no money even for food and had to face the grounded question of how I gained sustenance on the quest. I knew it was a common question amongst the waking, the wondering how one simultaneously pursue their spiritual truth while being sustained, making the movement from surviving to thriving in the context of an emergent world.
It was in this mode, this blend of hunger and question into a supportive Universe, that I arrived at the Nourishment Lab, a bastion of health and wholeness within the realms of Symbiosis.
Once again, Kundra comes through, this time carrying an offering of a smoothie and a banana flush with prana from the Nourishment Lab.
Blessings of Water
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The Mythic Market
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Courage and Commitment
I have always encountered certain avatars on the quest. Beings who embodied for me certain qualities of the Creation, whose appearance in my life was the representation of whatever element they were currently being. As I come into the Nourishment Lab, I catch a photo of one of her founders, holding a giant pair of utensils.
In ancient stories, the Goddesses and Gods often had special weapons, artifacts of power that embodied and transmitted their authority. As I looked at her holding the fork and the spoon I thought of the grecian avatar of harvest, the goddess Demeter and her cornucopia of endless abundance.
Deepening into the ritual offering, I look across the space to see Jillian Love, a longtime avatar of raw food and wholeness whom i'd encountered in the City of Dreams.
To encounter Jillian in such a realm was no surprise, for hers was the domain of nourishment, her blessing to the world one of return to the elegance and simplicity of natural food.
I was always so impressed by the spellwork of Forest Schrodt, in the ways in which he incorporated the glyphs and sigils of motion and magic into artifacts of virtue. Since I had first encountered his trove in Faerieworld in 2008 I had purchased many sets of his angelic earcuffs for others, insistent that they have a deeper reminder of their own intrinsic grace. I was flush with money at the time, still living off of the treasure that had come to me in my father's demise, and was now looking at the same artifacts without even coins in my pocket.
Still, I wanted a pair. Something to remind myself of my own inner nature as I moved into this next phase along the journey. Smiling, I turn to Forest and tell him how much i'd love a pair, reflecting on the change in fortune that had defined this next leg of the quest. He considers this for a moment, then hands me a pair of winged cuffs, reminding me of how much I had done for others.
I was overjoyed. To receive a treasure upon the quest in recognition of my character was a precious thing indeed.
It was this commitment that defined the Quest. The courage required to face the unknown, to explore the worlds beyond one's horizon, to face the peaks and shallows of luxury and poverty with equanimity.
Presence of the Pyronauts
As I had given my word to Hjeron, I arrived at the set of the Pyronauts in wielding, intent to portrait their invocation and fulfill my part of the receipt of a ticket.
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Days of Past and Future
Wandering in perfect synchronicity, I encounter both Hjeron and the Futures, their tribe assembled to honor the settling of the day. Sensing it as a moment to showcase the weavings between our stories, I witness a photo, considering it a meeting of worlds made manifest.
The tribes gather. I feel their intention. Their hands outstretched or held to their heart. It is a timeless thing. A gathering of mythologies giving homage to that which is larger than themselves.
The setting was perfect. The harp, the maidens and the setting Sun, all arriving in perfect confluence to form a moment of living myth. Silently, I gave a prayer of thanks to the Queen of Stories, to the opportunity to share the gift of music and words in shared mythology.
Dusk is a special time. One of great magic. A moment of transition from the bustle of the day into the mystery of night. It was a portal, an earthen alchemy that changed the shape of the sky. Taking my harp in my hand, I wandered towards the setting light.
As I crossed the bridge, I considered the shape of the realm. The place on Gaia where a realm manifest was an integral part of i's magic. Of what it offered the people. Symbiosis existed alongisde a great body of water.
I could feel the depth of Water that bordered the festival and the undulating waves of how it's quality affected the shape of the people. How the very nature of the place was softer and more nurturing, the energy of the people made wetter by the elements of the land.
Nights of Future Past
One never knows what the night will hold in the Flickering Realms. As I had no head nor heart for schedules and events, I made my way through intuition, trusting the landscapes of my legend to unfold along the way.
This quality of tea-serving had been a trend for some time. There was a deep transmission of healing and personal transformation in the gentleness of the tea. It was a medicine of subtlety. One which shifted the shape of one's water with water.
There is a sense of nostalgia as I make my way through the markets, a continued sense of the endlessness that had arrived when I had introduced the Futures and the Past at the dusk. A flurry of memories had surfaced of the many times I had walked down such kinds of streets, the many markets i'd encountered in the flickering territories of the festival world.
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As I sip my tea and engage in conversation, I feel the Mythica all around me. The moment of inner and outer experience that has brought me to a scene of setting of living myth. I feel the vibrations singing across the space, each individual a melody of scents and colors, the simmering tea rippling with the sound of many voices. It is a beautiful moment. I feel myself as the adventurer I have been, a wanderwalk mystic finding his way between the worlds within the world, stopping briefly for tea and tellings in the night.
I pass a golden buddha on my way, and for a moment, feel it's brilliance mirrored in my self, in the service to the world story that was my journey into mystery and it's revelation.
Mermaids and Magic
Return to Cloud City
As I see the symbol appearing in the field, I see the deeper significance of my movement here, interpreting it’s presence as the maps of the Mythica and our movement to a new world. Such was the essence of the mobile home, to travel to new places and new worlds, and I was honored to fulfill my function as a wayfarer and return the caravan to it’s dock.
Characters Appearing
Hjeron O’Sidhe
Forest Schrodt
Pearl Solora Zule
Cicada Corazon
Mikaela Ivie
Allan Lundell
Sun Marian
Savannah Blair
Kundra Rose
Jillian Love
Solus Soulsinger
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