"The Doctor is In" November 6, 2016

"… it is November in 2016 when Marvel Studios releases 'Dr. Strange' into the world, and I feel it as a ripple, a pulse of remembrance across the realms of the Mythica, one marking the greater embodiment of the people into their own magical selves. At this time I call Paradox Pollack to see the film together and discover a temple of story in the heart of the City of Angels …"

Tinsels & Gold

I do not know what to expect when Paradox’s invitation includes the phrase “Get your tickets from Dr. Strange..”

At first I am perplexed by his meaning, yet surrender to the flow of the throb of Story that pulses through the ley of the City of Angels, making my way to the forward in bright anticipation.

The path leads me to a theatre near his home in the storyscape of the city, telling me the tickets are paid for and I should gather them from Dr. Strange himself.

The signature of the theatre is beautiful in the underlands of the Mythica. Memories dance and weave, calling forth impressions of an older Hollywood, one forming stars out of tinsel and tape. Of just laying the foundation of what would become the City of Angels.

True to Paradox's word, I see a man as I approach, a living human standing outside the theatre wearing the garb and the aspect of Dr. Strange himself. I bow to him for a moment, for such is realmsign to me of sacred purpose, reminding me of the zeitgeist of embodiment that is our own remembrance of our intrinsic magic through the shallows of the modern world.

Later Paradox tells me that he's been doing this for years, embodying the different characters. In the lands below-the-land I feel him, a guardian and a threshold-keeper of the magic of embodiment itself seen in the modern myth. To see the egyptian motif of the theatre within and the synchrony of my first arrival there coinciding with the expression of the Dr. Strange film in the timeline of the world plus Paradox and Jordan's arrival is deep magic – an expression of the aka of the Aeon herself

The place is radiant with magic. I can feel the lines of ley beneath the skin of the city pulsing with energy. The City of Angels loves me, her patron Goddess my closest companion on the quest.

I see then, this is no simple theatre. A pulse of life moves through her, flush with depth. There is history here. Paradox has brought me to a temple of the ancient and new, and I take a moment to appreciate the architecture, different from the surrounding buildings and flush with the iconography of ancient Egypt.

There is Power here, and I hear the pulse of Story move through the ley of the land. In it there is a sense of authenticity, of the true stars beneath the soil whose gravity draws the people to their subtle light.

Through his avatar, the threadlines of the Lady pulse and reign, transforming the space around him, empowering all who surround with a deepening of their own myth.

Gazing at the symbols and glyphs written into the wall reminds me of the cover of "Promethea", carrying with it a sense of the impressions moving through the Akasha, a recognition of the significance of meeting Paradox Here, in this Moment, in a theatre flush with the energies of the myths of yesterday and today.

A HUGE nexus of Story-energy occurs in the City of Angels during the opening days of Dr. Strange. Paradox Pollack leads me to a theatre near his home in the storyscape of the city, telling me the tickets are paid for and I should gather them from Dr. Strange himself.

Notes – I encounter an avatar of Dr. Strange in the street.

Of the many avatars I have met along the Quest, Paradox bears tremendous significance, embodying a majesty of shapes in service to Story.

Through his avatar, the threadlines of the Lady pulse and reign, transforming the space around him, empowering all who surround with a deepening of their own myth.

The kairos is so fascinating. To arrive this exact moment, in this exact place in space and time along the scenes of our shared stories resonates for me across the ether like the gravity of a newborn star.

We leave the theatre and I pause to catch a shot of Paradox leaving the space. It is a quick photo, and the light bleeds off his suddenly as a vision into the Mythica pours through.

It's no surprise to me that the veil would thin in such a place, for we were in the City of Stories adn met in confluence and witness to the vibrational essence of magicians told in the modern myth. To me, such was realmsign, the beats of our stories defined in the kismet of synchronicity, the arrival of our characters at the temple a window into the story beneath the surface of our skins.

Here I see Paradox in his aspect as a trainer of the Gods, a reminder of a sense I his aspect as it pokes through into the mortal plane.

Yet he is all of these things and more. Like when I witnessed the many warriors past the form of Sensei House in the winterlands of Tahoe, the aspect of Story which played as Paradox and Jordan on the surface of the world unveiled herself before my eyes, the light peeling away the surface of their skin to reveal what lay beneath.

I see Story herself moving through his form …

There are names molded into the pavement, yet all I see is lightning. Moments of living light etched into time. It is reminiscent of my last encounter with the architectures of the City of Angels during the "The Rose of Story"episode of 2007 where the Goddess of Story had appeared and endorsed my story here in her place of power.

The Sanctum of Stories

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When the JLA go into combat, heading right towards their enemy, they have to acknowledge that there's different rates of speed.

There is a special magic to someone's bookshelf, for it represents the energies that move through their consciousness. Within Jordan's and Paradox's space there was a vast collection of artifacts from the comic book and visionary worlds, the rack of comics reminding me of my own library of lore as it had existed across the years of the Quest.

Reaching into their library I gather two of the icons of magic that had greatly defined my understanding of what the Mythica was and how I was to bring her to the world, adding my light to the Great Work of my fellow magicians in service to the New World.

My vision shifted then, to the midpoint between the realms of Gods and Mortals that was the underlands of the Mythica. There, I appeared as a kind of steampunk mystical explorer, while Paradox's form seemed to hold a singularity within it, as if he himself were formed from the marriage of a quasar and a black hole into one.

Honoring the Temple

Flush with inspiration, I make my way back towards the temple, following the ley underneath the streets of the city. I set the intention to honor the temple of Story with a spellwork, wielding the energies I feel pulsing across the ley of the city at night.

The energy pulses so strongly here, the ley of the land moving through the theatre as a midway between the realms of life and lifetimes, the silver screen within the golden glyphs.

Here, I intersect with a pair of travelers, and a conversation ensues where I end up teaching them a bit about magic while wearing my cloak and holding the elvish armour in my grasp. That we are lit by a violet light reminiscent of the crown chakra from above feels particular fitting, and I lean against the hieroglyphs for a moment in repose.

In the subtle fields I feel the resonance again, that sense of a shared mythos, of being part of something larger arriving in the scenes of our shared stories.

Such was the story of our soul, greater than the flickering light of our current incarnation, it's essence brought to the surface in the sacredness of the City of Angels ….

It feels beautiful and right. Of all the moments that we could have intersected along the threadlines of our Stories, it was now, wearing my enchanted cloak and holding the elphinstone coat, standing in the nimbus of Egyptian iconography within a temple of Story … during the opening to Dr. Strange, our shared mythos a harbinger for the new Aeon of magic herself.