"The Muppet Mansion" – December 12, 2004

Sacredness takes many forms. What seems on the surface to be craft and simplicity is merely the face of something far, far deeper. It is with this in mind that I share my visitation to the Muppet Mansion, returning with Rebecca to the streets of New York across the sideway highways of the Americas.

My return to the Eastern coastline of the Americas and Great York brings me to a place of royalty, the mansion of the Muppets and their deep influence upon the peoples of the city.

There was a magic to the architecture of the place. An intricacy of geometry that bore the same signature as the artifacts of the Dark Crystal …

There was a sense of nobility to it, to James's upholding of the cherished icon of children's theatre and our arrival here in the Muppet Mansion, one that felt like a privilege of royalty, one wrought from the golden threads of Story, Herself

It was as if I were looking at the very essence of sculpture itself, at the codes of consciousness which defined fine art and old world mastery embodied through James's work …

What was this energy I felt in the substrata of consciousness? It was faerie, but what did that mean? What was the similarity that I felt between the faerie traditions I was learning at the Academy and what I sensed in the underpainting of the Muppet Mansion?

Vogel’s skill with shaping had led him to this place, part of the vast network of crafters that worked within what I saw as an incarnation of the spirits of faerie through the brightest aspects of the human Heart.

The magic was flush, here, for there has always been link between the Muppets and the Mana, the elemental spirits that make up form itself. Where the shapes of feelings make their way into colour and couture, one’s higher and lusher self given free through proxy to BE something anew.

The magic of Jim Henson and the bards of that time was deeply influential on my Story, carrying with it the impressions of both the fractured faery tale and it’s pristine reflection. When I was a childe, I had been so impressed by the movie Labyrinth that I watched it three times the same day, stealthing my way from theatre to theatre in the teenage chaos. I had been heavily influenced by the Dark Crystal as well, sensing the tones of truefae beneath it’s substance, how even then, I had been tuning into the Divine incentive, the heal the splintered shard within my own self, such that the crystal could sing once more.

In honourific, I wove melodies for the Muppet King, now since departed from the material plane with excellence in his wake.

When, really, does one have the opportunity to sit in the Skesis Throne and proclaim oneself the Emperor? Such moments of confluence are potent things, and I wasted no time invoking it