The Divine Discontent

The Truth Will Set You Free … or so it’s said. Only one way to find out.

Making this video was so many things, and in the Akasha, witnessing the unfoldment of my mythos over time, spoke to the very nature of the Mythica invocation to help us remember and return to the Garden. It meant facing the shadows of my own resistance to being human and to publishing from that place of authentic discontent which in term meant accepting the piss n’ vinegar relationship i’ve had with the nature of the Great Work in this age.

I would like to think that this is part of the “Path of the Magician”, that authenticity is the way forward through being honest-with-oneself and being shameless about that is itself a curative tool for the holding back of one’s voice which is what i’ve often considered is the shadow of my own forward movement, and that facing those inner phantasms of expected rejection or reinforcement are the very things we face on the journey towards our actual truth.

Making this video, publishing this video even within the inner sanctums of the Mythica is my effort to do that, where even as I write these words I feel an energetic movement within myself, a gradual processing of the shadowlands that have kept me imprisoned in repetition for so long and denied my full expression.

There is a message in the misery … and a medicine. As multiple friends have said, “if God did not give you this thorn, you wouldn’t have done what you did” … yet such had so often been cold comfort in what felt like an endless wasteland of repeating voices, and where even the barest of truespeak wordings like this feel like a new breath away from the underlying current .. a measure of freedom from a prison of recursion.

Has this been the Quest itself? The necessary alchemy of first understanding the nature of being and becoming and then coming to accept it, to visualize and illustrate for the world in way that truly, intimately understood what it was like to both celestially gifted and incredibly traumatized by life itself as part of the human race during this tumultuous Age?

It IS the nature of the wound itself after all. The loss of the Garden to the chasms of memory that afflicts us all, and my fellows were right, had I not been “gifted” by such a challenge, so broken from my own agency or it’s perception that I could not even grasp the idea of why I had to clutch for it from every angle, I would not have done what I did. I wouldn’t have documented the Quest, shooting the photos, building out the form in an attempt to help us all remember the brighter world.