"The Children's Crusade" February 10, 2016

Leaving the City of Portals, I wonder how I can get the funding for the Mythica, a team of allies that could help me to articulate my sense of the realms in service to the Awakening …

This leads me to the manifestation of the fields of Education and Storytale south of the city, where I encounter the Waldorf vibration once more and that of Dark Horse comics …

Waldorf Wisdom

The energy of the deva of education is so strong here. Flush. I can feel the patterns of the primal language, beneath the surface, singing. Here, they are teaching the children resonance with the land, with fellowship and the sensuality of knowing. Such are the tones I have sensed in the Paths of Jesse, Raven, Joyous Heart and Lucien Vattel, to name a few, an overall transformation of education leading us into a new World.

I considered, why had the path taken me to a place of education? Specifically, to the same pattern of education that the Wynden kids were attending.

There was something about it, I could feel it. A connection between the occurrence of the Waldorf school in synchronicity and the model of new education that I was created through the Mythica – something that was shared with Jesse in his capacity as a wisdom-keeper and modern mystic.

As she said it to me I realized why she’d come over, what the pressure beneath her words was.

This was actually a classic example of the fae fugue that I moved through in the world. The idea that my giant wolf would be considered an issue for the children of the school didn’t occur to me. I was simply led by the energies, listening to the voices of the deva, feeling the scents and textures in the air.

I share with her some of the images from the Quest, explaining the idea that i’m documenting the map of synchronicities to reveal the relationship between our inner and outer reality. That it is a holy crusade in service to a more heavenly earth, the embodiment of an evolutionary education for the modern mystic.

She gets me, and it’s a great feeling.

Of course, i’m not surprised by this at all. It is the nature of the Path to bring me to the places where I am needed, where I am in a shared exchange with another story, another myth and meaning. To encounter her in her sacred capacity within the framework of the Waldorf is significant as well, for the impressions that sustain her form are made of the aka of education and organization. Simply being around her changes me. I feel the seeds of what will eventually be the Mythica Academy of the mystic arts dancing in resonance, educating me in education beneath the surface of our speech.

The Dark Horse

I ask a passerby to witness a photo of North and I on the Quest. As I look it over, I see how thin he is, how little nutrients are entering his body.

It’s heartbreaking. I don’t know how to help him. The only thing I can do is move forward, doing my best to make sense of the modern world, to somehow connect with the Commonwealth.

I wonder, will the Dark Horse be the ally that I am looking for? One that understands the magic and majesty of the Mythica such that we may produce a new brand of comic book? One that honours the people and their inherent magic, revealing us as the avatars that we are?

Nonetheless, we are undaunted on the Quest. As an aspect of the modern mythos, i’d often enjoyed Dark Horse comics, and considered that perhaps they might be open to the Promethea-inspired format of Into the Mythica.

As with most of the aspects of the mortal plane, the process of how these things happen tends to slip from my grasp. I know no one, have no connections, yet I come from the magic-true, and have faith in what has always been my manner.

The Fernie Brae