Things happen in the whereinwhen. Yes. Spelled that way on purpose because I like it\'s shape.

It\'s the thing itself.

The moment in timespace where you\'re that version of yourself, when you\'re in that state of being. When you\'re being that version of yourself. It\'s the where-in-the-when, the where-you-are when-you-are being the version of yourself that you\'re being.

It\'s a navigate.

Seeing that thing shows you where you are on your story, in the many dimensions of self that exist within the weave.

Case in point - I feel the flow. The promethean inspiration coming through, where I feel the egress to express myself through the temple of my own design, able to wield the digital canvas in proper form.

It tastes like freedom. Like the ability to express myself in the fullness of what the Goddess has given me gained at long last after decades of toil, and where my movement back to New York echoes that shape in the skein.

It is a new sensation, honestly - and that\'s the pathos and ponos of the thing, the vastness of challenge to discover and cross the threshold that let me cast the Mythica into shape in the first place - where the drift and the flickering fragments that so long held me back defined my horizon. To have the coherence, the signal to noise to express myself in this way is the treasure itself, for it is the uncovering of that which was always there, the treasure beneath the trial.

Met Ru and his companion by the Edisto riverside near Gator Grove with realmsign of the upcoming trip to NYC divined through the tattoo on his back, as well as heading into towne, sitting in the car by the Old Trolley library and doing a video for Into the Mythica 🙂

As I sit outside the library I continue to invoke the underlands, the realms of the Mythica that are the true substrate of our sacred stories, bringing images to the Akashic Intelligence to help me render the geometry of story relative to the individual gravities of the people, their path and their purpose