“The Elphinstone Coat” | Into the Mythica

The Books of Fae 2007-6-10 – “The Elphinstone Coat” “…in the Summer of 2007 I make my way towards the foothills of Mt. Elphinstone to acquire a magical rainment from the shaper Copper Chris, discovering a territory of tribal consciousness in the southlands of what is called Canada on the surface of the world …”

Leaving the Academy

I set my intentions, to head northward along the western coastline of the Americas, making my way to the realms of the elves. To the territories of Elphinstone and my receipt of the mystic armor I commissioned so many months ago.

The City of Portals

Once again, I find myself encountering the architecture of myth, the archetype of the magical world upon the path.

Though the map of the surface plane continues to be incomprehensible, once more the avatars of Faerie appear in synchronicity at my aid.

Once again, Carl Bridge shows up in the field carrying the energy of the Earth. As I visit him at his Portland home, he gives me directions to move through the city, to take the highways and byways that will lead me towards the border between the United States and Canada.

While this is deeply helpful, at this time I am barely able to read a human map, where the savant nature of my consciousness is unable to process the various symbols and guidelines, where the bridges and byways flicker in and out of my recognition like passing clouds. To navigate my way, I must rely once again on the nature of my divinations, listening to the voices of the deva as they instruct me in the right way to go.

As I sit, I notice a painting of a phoenix, reflecting back the strength of the totem to me through the field once again. Recognizing everything on my journey as a divination, I see it as a sign of rebirth, of my own element of Fire reflecting back to me from the field.

The glyph of the phoenix showing up again feels significant, just like the card reading and the naming I used when I first met Carl during the 2003 episode “Call of Mercury”.

With the instructions given by Carl already fading in my mind, I look up and see a collection of fireballs upon the roadway. Taking it as a sign from the deva, I make my way onto the overpass, which leads me further northwards towards the border between the Americas and Canada.

Mt. Elphinstone

At last, the six-month wait is over. Copper Chris, whom I recognize in the Mythica as a master shaper and temple builder, has completed his work on the raiment I have asked him to design, and invites me up to his realms, across the border into a place called ‘Canada’.

It’s magnificent! I travel across the Waters on a giant ferry with my vehicle, bringing myself to a towne called Robert’s Creek, which radiates with the impressions of the elvish realms …

Meeting the Elves

In the underlands of the Mythica, the energy of this realm holds the texture of the elves …

Path through the Woods

Here, I felt the principles i’d learned at the Academy come into play, where the straightness of the trees played out as our spines, as the firmness and hardness of the Divine Masculine and it’s exploration through the forest.

It is more than just the idea. Within my consciousness is a fundamental knowing, an understanding that on some level we and the forest are one. That the qualities of the trees and the fronds, were somehow linked into our essence. Part of the unfolding dreamscape of the masculine and feminine landscapes of the Mythica.

Magic of the Rose

The shapers lead us on a path which stretches behind their house, heading into the forests of Elphinstone. I marvel at it, that they live in a location which has a mainline forest path right behind it.

The mythos of it shines beneath the surface. That of the elven village, deeply connected to the forest and in a royalty of privilege, of close communion with the paths within the Green.

A grand lesson awaits me as I witness a sequence of events between Ocean, Wendy, North and the Rose deva, teaching me about the woven nature of our many expressions, carrying with it an echo into the the Feminine Divine.

This is amazing to me. All throughout this realm is the vibration of the elvish tribes. The scent and texture of rootedness, of galactic and tribal interweaving, flush with the emergent technologies of union with the Land.

Following the trail from the holt of my allies to the crystal shoppe, I have a vision of the Mythica where I see a pattern beneath the world of happenstance. The why’s a clan of this particular mythos ended up in the house they did and it’s proximity to the outpost where I had met Delvin Solkinson and others.

Yet while Sir Ennis and I were unable to find the expression of the Water element, it is easeful when on journeywalk with the ladies, the timbre of our movement through the underlands made of a different scent and substance.

The expertise in which she works with the petals is amazing. As I watch her fingers, a flush of information moves through the field. The quality of the Maker appears across the field, the skill and shapings of the olde world renewed.

The magic fascinated me.

In the underweave beneath the world, I saw the fabric of the creation, how it required the essence of each of the beings present. The idea from myself, the implementation by the ladies with the very petals of the rose they had picked, North sanctifying it with his sacred maw … everything. Everything had to happen, just the way it happened through the beings who were present for the magic to be what it was.

We leave the forest. As we do, I witness a photo of the women, feeling into how they are to be seen.

It is the light that moves me. The way the camera opens for them, the way my fingers move across the dials, divining, searching the compass of my gaze for the right shape. Here, I see them not as the human forms through which the light peeks through, but light itself, creatures of myth and majesty walking upon the very radiance itself. Upon the luminant petals of the rainbow road.

We pass by a great glyph, a symbol painted by the rooted tribes of the elfin peoples of Elphinstone. Though it’s colors are faded, it is still a powerful thing, reverberating with the timbres and tones of the modern tribe, the colors of the rainbow literally painted onto the world.

Elphin Tomes and Elphin Stones

As we leave the forest, the ladies lead me to a community building, occurring in the Mythica as an outpost for the elvish community, a nexus of gathering woven with the threaded light and rooted essence of their mythos.

I make sure to witness the name of the bookstore, deeply in resonance with the underlying energies of this place and her peoples.

I wonder at this. At some deliberate movement with the lenses, blending the space and time of the camera’s gaze to reveal the worlds beneath the world. I play with it a little as I ascend the stairs, the expression of the rainbow bridge pushing up once again from beneath the surface of the sky.

Receiving the Elphinstone Coat

The lair of the gentle lion is the essence of a shaper’s temple, flush with bits and pieces of crystal and leather upon a well-used workbench.

In such realms, everything is a deeply shamanic experience. One’s position shifts drastically across the Akasha, shifting the context of reality herself.

As I move through the brambles and the branches on the medicine, a vision comes to me in my mindseye, that I am moving through the very nervous system of the planet. Of the mind of Gaia, herself.

He brings out the armor, wrapped in a cloth, and directs us to the nearby forest to perform the ritual. The Earth is so thick with him, the jewels he works with a mirror of a prestigious geomantic acuity.

The coat is magnificent. Flush with subtle energies moving across the pattern work laid out by the Master Shaper. I feel the colours and textures intermingling with my own, enhancing me.

Knight's Passage

Everything was a divination for me. A way of reading the cards of life, of interpreting the signs and symbols that arrived on the path as a reflection of the energies that were moving through my own self. For me, finding a road called “Knight” and wandering through the green was an exploration into wonder, where I felt myself tracking my way across a landscape of symbols and portents.