"The Mohawk Tea House" May 9, 2013

Blessings of the Faeries

Once again, the Green is there for me, my beloved kin amongst the Deva supporting my movements through the strange corridors on my way to the Commonwealth …

I cast an invocation, that I find a place, around $400 a month, where North and I may regroup. Where I may have the space to make my way into the Commonwealth, to someone make sense of the World of money and marketing, of value and connection such that I may survive.

The physics of the quest prove true as soon after I cast the invocation, I am led to a Facebook group on housing. An opportunity pops up, and I follow it, which leads me to a house blessed by the Faerie realms!

It feels to take forever, unpacking and organizing my things. I feel like i’m moving through a fugue, confronting the incomprehension and inadequacy that I felt regarding the Earth plane. To land in the house was more than just a simple room. In my inner world, it was a life-boat in an ocean of chaos, my desire for sanctuary from the hammering of my conditions.

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The Compassion Key

When I was at the "The Mohawk Tea House" to that time I encountered a man named Edward Mannix, who had coined his style of magic the 'Compassion Keys'. This too involved a dialogue with one's inner child, using an invocation of compassion to release the shadows and chains upon one's adult self.

A Symbol of Hope

While I generally considered it sacrosanct to step outside of a superhero film even to pee, this was a special occasion …

Should I drink it? Ingest even more of the sacred mushrooms and propel myself further into the reach? Was there a revelation to be had, here, in the midnight preview to Man of Steel that would further my way on the quest? Like my time in Beverly Hills, I knew I was not the only filmmaker or auteur that wondered in a moment of inspiration if more drugs would make it even better.

I considered myself part of a sacred fellowship, of the many directors and auteurs before me who had stood behind a curtain making the crucial decision as to whether they would drink their own urine to attain even greater hearts of entheogenic communion with the theatre herself. I knew I stood in a proud lineage.

I prayed in that moment. Prayed that I could be this thing for the people. That I could bring them HOPE, proof that they were not abandoned or forsaken by God into the purgatory of earth and it's constant challenges.

This was a place of power for me, not merely the tabernacle of the theatre and the mana of the silver stream but that of the House of El, the vibrational impressions of heroism and remembered magics coursing between the frames of the film. I saw myself in the young Clark Kent, overwhelmed by his own senses and hiding in the closet.

In particular it was the way the kryptonian learned to negotiate the overwhelm of their senses that really struck me

It was not the way of the farmer for me, but the way of the warrior.

And I hear a couple of fanboys talking about Superman, about how he was the boddhisattva of the superhero genre, flying above the drama and conflict as the embodiment of a higher ideal.

Victory

Unsure of what to do, I posted in a community board on Facebook for assistance with buying a vehicle, and was led to. man who called himself ‘The Beast’.

This was a portent to me. One of self-declaration and intentional potency. And, of course, it was my pet name for North.

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Walking the Forest

It’s a deeply difficult time, where I am doing manic audio recordings of my movement along the Quest while walking with North through the park. I could feel the Mythica spell growing beneath me, how I was finding a way to describe what I was experiencing, yet it was plagued with shadows. With confusions. I felt sad all the time. Isolated and alone.