"The Country Fair" – July 8, 2011

2011-7-8

The Books of Fae

2011-7-8 – "The Country Fair"

"…An invite from our allies amongst the Fae brings us to the fabled Oregon Country Fair, occurring for me in the underlands of the Mythica as a grand marketplace, where the crafters and tinkers, the singers and Tellers of the realms gather …"

Wandering the Fair

An invite from our allies amongst the Fae brings us to the fabled Oregon Country Fair, occurring for me in the underlands of the Mythica as a grand marketplace, where the crafters and tinkers, the singers and Tellers of the realms gather. It is a beautiful thing, thick in the realms of sovereignty.

As I enter the space, my gaze is drawn to a nearby glyph. A yin/yang symbol, with one side simply allowing the Green to burst through. ‘Such is the harmony’ I thought, feeling the threads beyond the symbol acting as a portal to that remembrance, that we are part of the land. That our Quest is always to find peace with the nature of nature.

Here were the children of the rainbow once more, sharing their story and song…

The energy of Story is flush, here, the library cast within the verdant emanation of the trees. Simply to be around such a place is invigorating to me, enhancing the embodiment of my mythos into the incarnate.

Stories in the Wood

Friends amongst the Fae

Bards of the Fair

I love going through the loop, witnessing the players and the crafters.

All such places which embody the bardic are sacred to me, for such things are spells of Opening, invoking the telling of our Heartsong in a way that reminds us to a brighter World.

Here the land informs me. I see the confluence of conditions, the play of bright and shadow as we move forward on a carpet of living light.

For such is the natural habitat of creatures like he and I, flush in the forest and the free, singing the Song of the Remember.

Fade to Green

Here, hiding amongst the trees, Ciardha and I evade the sweepers, accessing walking the pirate roads to access the coveted nighttime incarnation of the Fair …

Once again I am privy to witness the architecture of the magical world. To see the shapes within the stories play out in the manifest plane.

Leaving the Loop

Such is an act of heroism, of caped wonders singing the song of freedom. Of avatars young and old, casting their vibrations across the ethers, emboldening the people to remember themselves a little bit more as they make their way from the sacred fields of the fair back to the ordinary world.