"The Castle" – February 1, 2015

2015-2-1

The Books of Fae

2015-2-1 – "Seers and Kings"

"…Issues with the redemption of the Aka of the Divine Masculine arrive again in the field in the form of the Castle, once more in the turbulence of the City of Portals …"

"The Castle"

Unsafe at Home – Reprise

The Books of Fae

2015-2-1 – "Seers and Kings"

"…Issues with the redemption of the Aka of the Divine Masculine arrive again in the field in the form of the Castle, once more in the turbulence of the City of Portals …"

2015-1-11

The land spoke to me then, soothing the chaos within, and I walked through the forest feeling the tones of the Mother. My dislike for the Portland area continued, and the difficult times i'd had in attempt to connect with the community had been disastrous. Nonetheless, I sought healing amongst the deva, and found my way to a series of trails south of the city in the verdant Oregon rain forest.

It was hard. Excrutiatingly hard to hold onto enough constancy of awareness, to hold myself in the soft place of inner divination where I could feel my inner self as an energetic form walking next to me.

Walk of Compassion

There is a kind of inevitability to the events that transpired during the ‘Castle’ episode of the Journey Home, where I once again find myself moving across the defiled fields of the Divine Masculine in the realms of the Mythica with ‘R’ and ‘T’, our paths converging in a beautiful household in the northern reaches of the City of Portals.

After the fiasco at his temple during the "Return to Valhalla" adventure, I was deeply reticent to be involved with R any longer. Yet such was where the Quest had taken me, and signs had appeared in accordance, so I found my way into the castle.

Signs of the Quest

While I mistrusted him, there was also a potency, a magic of the ancient world that I remembered, a grounding in the physical plane that I wanted for myself, and with my finances continuing to dwindle, it seemed the best option. The fireplace in the new house had a series of three tiles on it, one which showed a knight on horseback, the second which showed travel through the forest, and the third showing a castle. I considered them signs and portents, divinations from the outer world that spoke to the right decision in coming to this place on the quest. Yet while such may have been true, to be in the "Castle" as I called it was not a pleasant experience, for I found myself once more in the unredeemed manifestation of the Divine Masculine, facing the distortion of alpha dominance and submissive manipulations that characterized the broken patterns of the old paradigm.

It was worthy of note that the book "The Chronicles of Amber" was situated on the mantle, as by this time i'd come to recognize the appearance of the book as a sign of a certain frequency of consciousness. The sense that in our own way we were the "royal family of Amber" that existed in the mortal plane, Queens, Kings and Travelers across the many dimensions of the consciousness in their current mode and manner.

I had a certain admiration for 'R'. There was a certain vitality that he had which I longed for within myself, a certain robustness to his energies that came from living outside and from working on the land and from wielding his sexual energies a certain way. Yet while I strove to connect with him on the level of equality, a veil of machination and scorpionic secrets, of poor character and disrespect towards women would define my stay.

It wasn't only the three of us in the house. 'R' had arranged for a woman to stay with us, providing a kind of housekeeping and the making of food for us in lieu of rent. Absorbed as I was by the Mythica project and simply trying to breathe into the safety at home that I had rarely felt, I spent most of time in my room, only gradually coming to see the way he regarded her.

She was a kind woman, simply wanting to be of service and love, and he treated her with disrespect, demanding that she be on-call like a servant to our whims.

Kings in Shadow

There is conflict almost immediately. A breach in boundaries and clarity which reverberates through the space in sharp voices and raised hackles. As soon as we have entered, ‘T’ has invited a relative into the space, immediately breaking our agreement. It triggers 'R''s intense desire for privacy and control over his circumstance, prompting a fit of argumentative yelling that reminds me of my childhood and the traumas still hammering in my body from my father's emotional abuse.

It is so uncomfortable to be in the space, bringing up all kinds of tremors and traumas from my past. In the middle of the constant attempts at alpha dominance from the one and the barely repressed agitation of the other, I simply want peace, and do daily invocations of ho’oponopono in an effort to clear the subtle vibrations from my field. To find some way of changing the circumstance for the brighter.

I contemplated how I had gotten into such a situation. Why the manifestations of shadow kingship were appearing in my path. Why the patterns of dominance, of the broken table continued to appear. Was my lineage so steeped in the patterns of conquer or be conquered that I was doomed to it's repetition across the events of my story?

What did this say about the law of reflection? What was it inside of me that was arriving in my circumstance as these conditions?

It is a difficult time, in which my dedication to the cleansing arts and the means of traveling between the many realms towards a more heavenly Earth are sorely tested, where I must face the distortions in the Round Table that play out as the old patterns of alpha and beta, of omega and disgrace that I see clearly in the fields below as the redemption of the patterns of the old paradigm ….

I set up the cloud altar in my space, placing Thorn and Talon on their stand. Once more, I put the Gaia statue in the center, feeling that natural centerpoint around which the Quest resolves.

It was ironic, to witness this man treating this sweet woman like a slave. It disgusted me. An act of disregard that mocked the very feminine presence she brought into the space.

It was here that I saw a deep reflection of the right use of power, the ways in which the idea of “royalty” in the old paradigm conflicted with the true equanimity amongst our shared humanity.

The Compassion Keys

Desperate to find a way out of the situation on a subtle level, I found myself avoiding the chaos of 'R' and 'T''s lives, and spent great amounts of time in my room as was my pattern, this time invoking the Compassion Key meditation I had learned from Edward Mannix in 2013 in an attempt to clear the patterns beneath my awareness that I suspected were born from unresolved patterns in my subconscious and almost buried inner child.

Kings in Love

This quality of Kingship, that of the softer and more fellowship-oriented alchemy, really showed up during , when I had occasion to visit McLain and his family at moss-covered house they were occupying south of the City of Portals. There I saw bright contrast in the elemental instances of Kingship in the grand difference between the ongoing bids for power that marked my residence and the nurturing quietude of the emerald forest that was McLain's.

For this too was a castle. A place of balconies and land, rich in the emeralds of the land.

The difference is striking to me. It feels the very splinter of the round table made manifest. The competition, the vying for dominance, the cruelty and the dishonesty that shall always deny harmony seen in simple comparison, basked in the glow of true fellowship and the kindness of kith and kin that defined McLain’s myth and manner.

All around his current domain I see symbols, expressions of the energies that make up his character. It is such a softness. A quietude far removed from the shadowed realms of the Castle, for which I am deeply thankful, for it is in such contrast that I feel the edges of the King’s Shadow.

Noah walks us outside to a workshop he's set up in a shed filled with his wood and woodworking tools, and I am impressed by his craft as always, considering it the expression of the lineage of his family and the care and kindness his efforts bring to the people.

The shaping has a gentleness to it, the wood singing beneath his fingers. I feel the way he nurtures her. The way he listens and works with the deva of the wood and the dance that shapes his flutes into form.

Once again I feel the essence of the Maker, of the Kind Woodsman and the Puppet Knight, the breadth and beauty that defines McLain’s character in the Great Story.

Here I saw a strength in the masculine which was geared not towards conquest or defense, that enveloped it’s family in a radiance of Love. Where softness became strength, the hearth and home of good family that sang through McLain like a song.

Characters

Marla McLain

Noah McLain

North

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Signs of the Quest

After the fiasco at his temple during the “Return to Valhalla” adventure, I was deeply reticent to be involved with R any longer. Yet such was where the Quest had taken me, and signs had appeared in accordance, so I found my way into the castle.

Yet while I mistrusted him, there was also a potency, a magic of the ancient world that I remembered, a grounding in the physical plane that I wanted for myself, and with my finances continuing to dwindle, it seemed the best option.

She was a kind woman, simply wanting to be of service and love, and he treated her with disrespect, demanding that she be on-call like a servant to our whims.

It disgusted me. An act of disregard that mocked the very feminine presence she brought into the space.

Kings in Shadow

There was conflict almost immediately. A breach in boundaries and clarity which reverberates through the space in sharp voices and raised hackles. As soon as we have entered, ‘T’ has invited a relative into the space, immediately breaking our agreement.

Vimeo

I contemplated how I had gotten into such a situation. Why the manifestations of shadow kingship were appearing in my path. Why the patterns of dominance, of the broken table continued to appear.

What did this say about the law of reflection? What was it inside of me that was arriving in my circumstance as these conditions?

I set up the cloud altar in my space, placing Thorn and Talon on their stand. Once more, I put the Gaia statue in the center, feeling that natural centerpoint around which the Quest resolves.

Kings in Love

For this too was a castle. A place of balconies and land, rich in the emeralds of the land.

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Once again I feel the essence of the Maker, of the Kind Woodsman and the Puppet Knight, the breadth and beauty that defines McLain’s character in the Great Story.