The Comicon Temple

TO CURIOUS FANS – This post is IN-PROCESS, but i’m publishing temporarily to share with some allies 🙂

Discovering the Temple

There really is just so much to say about my encounter in the Comicon Temple and what it says about the Quest, my devotion to the Goddess of Story and journey as a paladin in service to that larger thing. Here I encounter an affirmation from the Quest itself, reflected in the bright hearts of those I encountered in the space.

It’s all about how we arrive at places. At how there is a pattern beneath the path which forms the landscapes for our stories, and how such things unfold.

Key to this is understanding that what many may commonly assume about the world is not always common – and that my journey through the Mythica had taken me so far outside the “normal”, “common” range of experiences that I did not know the Comicon Museum even existed …so in that lensing, my arrival in synchronicity and the divinatory sensation I had leading me into the space was not that of a San Diego resident going to the museum but rather the arrival of a traveler walking a rarified timeline encountering a temple of their faith in accordance with the fundamental spellwork of the Mythica herself.

Herein lay the core of the Mythica, the seeing of the underpainting of vibration which defines our experience on the surface of the world; it is recognizing that while for some the Comicon Museum was simply another attraction of lore within Balboa Park, for me it was a holy temple, an edifice wrought from the very vibrational substance of the stories that empowered my journey and those who moved within her hallowed halls.

Understanding this requires a shift in perspective; it means looking at the timeline of our personal quest and it’s scenery with a more subtle lensing, seeing the pattern beneath the path. In this, context defines content. Yes, the content was a focus of Dr. Who’s lore within a museum devoted to the genre – yet the context was my arrival at that place as a paladin of story, as someone whose entire life had been devoted to the Divine aspect of Story herself, where my passage along the underlands of the Mythica was defined by the intent to live a genuinely mythic life and publish what I discovered on that rarified journey through timespace through the comic book hieroglyphs of the modern age.

Perspectives of Gallifrey

Communicating the idea that we are the creatures of story and that what we honor in fandom and fable is a reflection of our own rarified states of consciousness is not easy, for it requires awareness of that oft-unrealized potential to even consider it’s reality.

There are, after all, yogic adepts who possess powers far beyond those of common consciousness, whose excellence and mastery of the natural world is the basis for what emerges in the common culture as fandom and superhero lore, the substrate of such things drawn from very real attainments which exist within us all to one degree or another.

Seen from such vantage, the Doctor can be seen as the transcarnate intelligence of the self, the soul of the higher self finding it’s way across an adventure of it’s own becoming through a multitude of reincarnate forms, the classic juxtaposition of the Doctor with the Companion seen as our own Divinity and humanity working together towards a brighter tomorrow.

It’s no small thing to say my own perspective felt like that of a Time Lord. My perspective lives in the akasha, after all, with human beings occur for me as geometries of spacetime wearing the costume and couture of the current Age. How we perceive ourselves, how we perceive our current self and it’s story is often just the tip of the iceberg of who we really are within; to quote the vernacular of the space – “We’re so much bigger on the inside”, and as I shared that with Emily by the console of the TARDIS herself I felt us as characters in that very motif.

In truth it was that very alien quality of perception that demanded I track my timeline for twenty-five years, itself a deep investigation into the nature of my own movement through the costume of incarnation that is “Peter Fae” himself.

THE FARDIS

The idea that one was traveling through the telemetry of one’s coordinates of consciousness as an adventure across spacetime is deeply tied to the nature of the Quest, and when I had my yurt I had seen her as my own version of that thing.

I had called her my FARDIS, a “Faerie Articulated Realmship Divining Inner Space” (for branding reasons), and had considered my journeys through the various coordinates of timespace, where I would set her up in festivals and locations of potency as my own movement through the substrate, accompanied by my own K9, the majestic wolf North that was my constant companion along the way.

Excerpt from – “Gathering of the Rainbows” – 2011

In this context the FARDIS and her appearance at the various gatherings felt like the substance of that movement, my personage arriving at places to witness the avatars of the current Age with the rarified perspectives of the stars.

Excerpt from – “In the Name of Love, 2015”

It is this idea that acts as the foundation to the Mythica – that our self and it’s vibrational substance is our navigate through the dimensions of spacetime, arriving at points in that substrate where we play the roles that define our purpose within the Great Story.

Seen in this way, the console of the TARDIS and the various costumes of the Doctor worn by the actors themselves were artifacts of vibration, holding the etheric substance of the idea of the Doctor itself, and to stand in such a place was a thing of power for those who could feel it, no different than attending a church devoted to it’s own higher ideal.

Telemetries of the TARDIS

Meeting Emily in this place and sharing story was thus a thing of power, for not only did we share a true devotion to the magic of story, we stood in the very tabernacle of it’s essence – surrounded by the artifacts of inspired lore.

It is never about how we appear on the surface of the world. Rather, it is always about what we are underneath – in the vibrational substance that is our subtle self. In this context, I was just meeting Emily as she existed in the Mundus, I saw her as she existed in the Mythica, a channel for the power of story intent on giving the people their own framework of passage across their personal myth.

I was giddy with this. Like, “geeking out” giddy – not simply for the majesty of the assembled artifacts of The Doctor, but for the meeting of a fellow devotee of story in the sanctified space whose underlying mythos was all about stories themselves.

It was the tone of the true believer, of those who saw the soul within the story

Yet despite this, the aka of the Time Lord motif flowed through her still, for without such an awareness we could not have shared the way we had. As I told her in the space, such characters as the Doctor are the expression of something real and true that lay within ourselves, and that in such fandom and devotion we nurture those very qualities of consciousness within.

Our stories are like this – flush with the “sets” and “locations” wrought from the fundamental vibrations of the Creation herself, empowered by the soul of the story that moves through us on our journey through life.

Yet all such things are aspects of the akasha, our characters arriving in synchrony as part of the larger unfoldment of the skein of stories.

The Science of Story

This being the first time i’d set foot in a museum or anything resembling the world of installation pieces and art culture in years I was fascinated by the way they sought to establish the connection between the sciences of the natural world and that which was echoed within the show, even to the point of featuring a prominent scientist currently honored as a consultant on various Marvel films regarding the cosmic potentials held within the space …

In this context, what appears as the Comicon Museum in the territories of Balboa Park, San Diego was for me a nexus-point, a manifestation of the geometries of story that I am presenting here within the Mythica as well as an affirmation of my devotion made real.

It relates to the fundamental tone of the Mythica, which is itself a devotional act, a relationship with the principles of myth that underlie the manifestation of the scenes in our story, tracking all the way back to my viewpoint on the Akasha my movement through the space. In such context, arriving at the Comicon Museum (Temple) and encountering the people that I did was far more than what it appeared as in the mundus of the surface world – rather it was a full-on reflection of the art of arriving and how that has defined the scenes in my story.

Communicating that is the challenge, the herculean labor of the Quest itself made real – for while I am encountering the world in her depths and dimension, building a bridge to that for the people is the true effort, for it is no less than building a portal between dimensions of experience. How fitting it was then to arrive at the Comicon museum, and it’s occurrence as a temple of story within my mythos!

There was pathos there, for in the story about the Doctor lost in the repetition of his own emotional upset embodied within the artifact she showed me I saw myself, my own frustration, my own karmic repetitions and ethos of regard for the human condition, and where her reverence for that story spoke volumes to my own personal process.

Such is the truth of fandom to me – the gravity which sings not of the fantasy of our experience but how we see ourselves reflected in it’s light, where the channel of story which moves through the writers and containers of serial and their heroisms are always pointers to our own experience, to the very real challenges of consciousness which define our personal myth.

And I did feel myself as a paladin then, arriving on my silver horse on the next leg of the journey to bring the gift of the Mythica back to the worlds