"The Day of Peace" – September 10, 2007

2007-9-10

The Books of Fae

2007-9-10 – "Day of Peace"

"…After receiving a vision of myself playing a strange musical instrument I travel southwards to purchase a Chapman Stick with which to continue my explorations of the musical arts. My return to the mountains marks a stop in Cloud City where I have opportunity for personal redemption and a synchronistic encounter with the Mythmaker! …"

"The Day of Peace"

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After acquiring Whim, I head northwards through the City of Clouds. Here, Zigzag asks me to escort his lady to the Day of Peace. It is opportunity to cleanse my Self; and I am ardent; holding only the purest of thoughts. I wish nothing more than to redeem my Self and the ancestral line within my form. As I drop her off at the festival, I am led to wander about. As I pass over an embankment, a familiar form appears in the field. Hjeron O’Sidhe, my kinbrother and leader of the Mythmakers. I see now why I have been led here; once again intersecting with my fellow travelers through the territories of the Mythica …

I consider, WHY did I encounter them yet again? I was not thinking of them, such was not an ‘intentional manifestation’ as seemed so vogue within the Commonwealth of human consciousness, I was simply striving to clear up any potential vibrations of dissonance between me and my former ally by escorting his lady to the event with a pristinely of consciousness.

Once more Hjeron O’Sidhe appears in the field in perfect synchronicity as we meet at the Day of Peace in the City of Clouds …

My ally asks me to give his lady a ride to the Day of Peace festival, a thing which plays out for me in the underlands as an opportunity to redeem and forgive myself for being a part of suffering through sloppiness. I agree, and bring her, feeling that if I hold myself absolutely chaste within, that I shall clear the ripple which has felt so uncomfortable within.

As I drop her at the festival, I decide to go investigate and so I begin walking across the mounds of small hills which exist within the park.

Synchrony at the Golden Gate

As I crest one of the hills, a familiar figure appears on the horizon as my kinbrother Hjeron. As he does, a flush of understanding pours through as my sense of the realms deepens, seeing our shared arrival in unplanned synchronicity in the landscapes of the Mythica.

Why did we arrive in each other’s Path in synchronicity? I had no conscious knowledge of the Mythmaker being at the Golden Gate park, nor did Hjeron have any awareness that I was in the area. Yet despite this, we arrived in a moment of confluence.

Why? This was the question that moved through my form, relentlessly wondering at how things came together in the material plane.

Following the string of synchronicities, I head back to my vehicle and quickly find a spot on the edge of the green next to Jagara. Like meeting Hjeron amongst the rolling fields it is a synchronicity not to be ignored, hinting at the larger pattern I was sensing since the divination of the landscapes of legend.