"The Ark" – January 18, 2016

2016-1-18

The Books of Fae

2016-1-18- "The Ark"

"… In January of 2018 I arrive at the Ark, a sanctuary in the Ashland Shire stewarded by my ally Keval Bliss. North's health continues to decline and I feel helpless, forging my way forward after the events at Future Peak …"

I am led once more to the Ashland Shire, where I encounter Shivoso Phoenix, who agrees to allow me to purchase his caravan over time, granting me a residence that I may pull behind Grey. Here, kundalini priestess Keval Bliss invites me and North to take shelter near her temple of art, ‘The Ark’, within the domains of the Shire.

While I am staying here, I will travel deeper into the forests, to experience the Mother Vine Ayahuasca in a deep healing ceremony, where a fundamental shift in authority embodies along the Path …

Blessings of Sanctuary

"All these things I can do … all these powers … and I can't even save you."

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Documenting the Path

It was during episode of the Journey Home that the invocation to create a way to clarify and illustrate the magical world would manifest as an attempt to stream a bardic dialogue of the journey mixed with graphics that presented what i was feeling in the worlds beneath the world.

I could feel the energy of the tracks. The embodied vibration of movement from one place to another that manifested as the currency of trains. I could feel the vibrations moving through the tracks, reminiscent of the energies i'd often felt moving through doorways, across bridges and the like.

As I walk with North I feel the realms shifting, and I practice documenting my way, an explorer describing the experience. The idea of broadcasting my work, of describing the journey as it is happening moves through me, and I speak earnestly, yet the words somehow don't make it to publication. I consider it a sketch, yet another iteration of the shape I am moving towards as a journalist of my journey through the Mythica …

The divination increased for me then, I felt myself as a painter, feeling my way through the sometimes incomprehensible language of the apps. The various apps felt like cantrips, small spells that allowed me to divine and refine my sense of the subtle world. To be a trailblazer, setting the pattern of this new form of mystic journaling.

Like everything else, it was something I just dived into, committing instantly to doing a series of live broadcasts "from the field", finding the voice within myself to describe the lands below the land. I felt myself in the invocation of the spell itself, repeating it's cadence in a devotion as pearls of creativity dripped from the sweat of my efforts.

Such ideas would often not last long in practice. It was if I was testing them out, feeling the waters of how they worked and would work, and then drifted towards other things, other moments and meanings along the way.

This continued through 2016, when I received the inspiration to showcase the path in a deeper way. I could see that my illustrations paralleled my own understanding, that what I was painting into existence, that the tools that I was divining and discovering along the way were all part of the same fundamental pattern – the same reflection of my own inner mirror made manifest.

No matter how I showed it, the basic divination was always the same – that everything we experienced in our outer reality was a reflection of the inner, and that our journey of life brought us through a landscape of colors, elemental hues of consciousness that we interpreted through the lens of our mind's eye. In this I strove for a structure, a style and context of illustration that could illuminate what I was perceiving, trying to find ways to illuminate the context and the content of the journey.

It wasn't enough to just express that we lived in the ripples of our own raindrop. What drove me was a longing to express how I saw the multiplicity of those ripples, how I saw the individual consciousness and it's journey of divination, fulfilling the mission to open a window to wonder between the octaves of the worlds.

The Ark Priestess

Amongst the deluge of community that I feel does nothing to help or recognize me there is one who radiates with love and care, bringing her skills of healing towards the service of my beloved wolf …

And she is a bright light indeed. A power onto herself of devotion and dedication. While I had not had the depths of time in Keval's presence, we recognized each other nonetheless, each connected to the Source of all things in our own unique way.

A Meeting of Kings

Kindly, Joyous agrees to meet with me at the local dosas bar, where we share tea and discuss the latest advancements in our shared projects to bring new education and abundance to the people …

At. my request, one of the waitresses shoots a photo of me entering the nook, and I bring it into the Mirrorfine to add an energetic overlay, invoking the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy aspect of the Mythica spell.

The frequency of violet comes to me then, feeling appropriate for what I feel is the energy we share in bringing our gifts to the world.

Kindly, Joyous agrees to meet with me at the local dosas bar, where we share tea and discuss the latest advancements in our shared projects to bring new education and abundance to the people …

I love meeting with Joyous, for his manner is aligned with his naiming. In him I see a redemptive tone of the aka of Kingship and the right use of power in service. As he enters the space, I see the threads of abundance all around him, his radiant heart a centerpoint for a flux of energies related to success in the material world.

The Dream of Nature

I love the Dreamweaver deeply. Like myself, he carries a guardianship of the Green, a service to the Goddess and the magics of the World Tree.

Grandmother Ayahuasca

Following Samavesha’s advice, I prepare myself for my next communion with the Mother Vine ayahuasca, making my way westward from the Shire into the deepening woods.

Here, I encounter a suite of shamans holding space, and have an ever-deepening experience with the deva ….

For what seemed like a VERY long time I stared at the fire, feeling the energies of women I had been lovers with, others I wished to be lovers with, and still more in a deluge of images and sensations that felt like something both longing and lustful.

Slowly, gradually, it began to shift, the many faces and ideas of women, the pulsing fire of desire glowing with something deeper, filling the room with a vastness of presence …

I am the Authority, a shift in stance

Affirmed by the Grandmother, it is a major shift for me as I witness myself allowing a recognition of my own discernment. One that carries with it a sense of the royalty of service.

I feel the substance of my inner asana change, and with it, the reflection that returns to me from the field. There is a sense of stepping into right-position, of accepting the Grace of what I have earned on the journey in service to the Land.

Following Samavesha’s divinations, I make my way to the Ayahuasca journey, intent on clearing the energies within myself so that I can make my way deeper into the Mythica …

Mapping the Realms

As this is happening, my ability to create visualizations of what I was feeling was crystallizing. I was gaining more and more access to my powers, to the ability to anchor the Mythica into the Creation. On the train tracks behind the Ark, I explore ways of expressing the Mythica, setting up my camera with a bluetooth remote and working with the apps that appear for me in the field.

Such occurs for me in the subtle fields as a clarifying tone, in which the threads of deva that make up the Mythica embody on the surface as the access to the ideas and the tools to make those ideas happen.

It’s an ongoing process, in which i’m feeling into how to describe the underlands of the Mythica, gradually figuring out how to broadcast *from* the magical world through the modern media.

Faeries at the Tavern

Heading out from the Ark, I am led to Oberon’s, to enjoy a mead and the company of the Fae. Here, I run into my allies, in the back, recognizing the embodied mythos of meeting at a tavern on our shared adventures.

Here I see the rainbow bridge, the weaving of our textures and tones, intersecting one another at the starpoints of synchronicity, where I sense the positioning, subtle and precise, of our movements across the canvas of the akasha.

Of course I would encounter them, in this exact moment on the map of synchronicity, at the faerie tavern. My sense of underlands was so strong, the endless data of the witnessing of my Path clarifying into a sense of the realms of the mythical World. In and out, off and on and with ever-growing constancy, I could see the threadlines, feel them as part of something larger. Something greater. Expressions of the Great Mother that the ayahuasca reminded us of in her healing emanation.

Mana for the Journey

I am so thankful for the Mother’s Medibles. For the radiance of the Heart and hands that make them, each holding space for their aspect of the emergent Garden.

Without a doubt, I consider these chocolate ganja treats to be the equivalent of Lammas Bread from the elves of Middle Earth. Sacred medicine to carry me forward on the long journey I sense approaching in the field as the change-winds start to blow, leading me south towards the City of Angels and beyond …