“The Nestival” 2021-6-3

.. It is the summer of 2021 when Joshua and I find our way to Nature Dreamweaver’s “Nestival” in the mana-rich landscapes of Grass Valley …”

It is the summer of 2021 when Joshua and I find our way to Nature Dreamweaver’s “Nestival” in the mana-rich landscapes of Grass Valley ….

The Akashic Library shimmered in an endless expanse of starry light. Its celestial ceiling glowed faintly, as though it were alive with the quiet pulse of the universe itself. Shelves spiraled upward, towering over Peter Fae and Calliope as they stood before the swirling mist of the portal. Within the portal, glimmers of The Nestival played out, like scenes from a dream.

Calliope’s blue cloak flowed behind her as she turned to Peter, her dark hair catching the soft light. “This tale of The Nestival,” she began, her voice carrying a quiet curiosity, “it feels significant, as though the weave of synchronicities is particularly strong here. Can you guide me through it?”

Peter adjusted the folds of his gold cloak, his gaze resting on the glowing portal. “It’s a moment that stands out,” he said, his voice carrying a mix of reverence and reflection. “A gathering of magic and community, yes, but also a triumph for one of the major characters of the Mythica. NatureDreamWeaver has been a consistent presence in my journey, his work a mirror to my own.”

Calliope tilted her head, her eyes narrowing slightly in thought. “Nature Dreamweaver… you’ve spoken of him before, haven’t you? The nests he creates—they’re sacred spaces, like temples.”

Peter smiled, a hint of pride touching his expression. “Exactly. He is an avatar of the World Tree, just as I am. His temples are grounded in the Earth, crafted from branches, leaves, and other gifts of the land. Mine, in contrast, are etheric—woven from the threads of stories within the Akashic Library. Together, we serve the same purpose: to remind people of their sacred essence.”

The portal shifted, revealing a wooden sign etched with the words Gaea’s Garden. Calliope’s gaze followed it, her voice softening. “This is where it began?”

“Yes,” Peter said, his tone brightening. “Joshua and I arrived in his van, Vanessa, driving past that sign. The name struck me immediately—it felt like an invocation, a reminder of the Earth’s divine soul. The moment we crossed into that space, I knew this gathering would be something special.”

Calliope’s lips curved into a small smile. “The beginning of a story always carries its own kind of magic, doesn’t it? What happened after you arrived?”

“We joined Nate in the creation. of the Nest,” Peter said, his voice rich with camaraderie. “He was wearing his customary purple, a hue that seemed to radiate from him as he moved. I joined him, helping to gather branches and wood from the land. As we worked, I saw it—violet energies weaving between him and the materials, the essence of his intention manifesting into form. It was a sacred act, building the nest.”

Calliope’s eyes gleamed as she studied the shifting scenes in the portal, where branches intertwined to form a spiraling sanctuary. “It sounds like more than just construction. It feels like a ritual.”

Peter nodded. “It was. Every branch we placed, every piece of wood we carried, was part of a greater spell—a temple born from the Earth’s own substance. And we weren’t alone. Kelsey Faery was there, another powerful creator. Her role was to set up stretched fabric to shield the dancers from the sun. Her artistry brought color and atmosphere to the space, and working with her felt as natural as breathing. That’s the nature of her avatar—to step into creation effortlessly.”

“And Joshua?” Calliope prompted. “You mentioned his van, Vanessa. How did his energy influence the event?”

The Vanifestation of Yuma

Peter chuckled. “Ah, Joshua. He arrived shortly after, eager to share the story of the Vanifestation of Yuma. It was his ship, his home, and a manifestation of Hermetic Magic—a blend of affirmations, inner alchemy, and Tarot. He had traveled with me as my protégé, learning the ways of the bardic traveler. Together, we came to serve NatureDreamWeaver and the larger story unfolding at The Nestival.”

The portal shimmered, revealing a figure with a calm, grounding presence. “Who is this?” Calliope asked.

“Darius Oliver,” Peter replied. “A fellow magician and seer. He specializes in numerology and ancient healing techniques, offering wisdom to those who cross his path. Meeting him added another layer to the gathering—a reminder of the many ways magic flows through us.”

Calliope leaned closer to the portal, her gaze fixated on a gathering of people sitting around an unlit fire. “And this,” she said, “was the opening ceremony, wasn’t it?”

The Opening Ceremony

Peter’s expression grew reverent. “Yes. It began with affirmations to honor the land, the ancestors, and the elements. We sat in a circle, our intentions weaving together as the fire remained unlit—a potent symbol of potential energy. It was a sacred act, a calling to something greater.”

Calliope’s voice softened. “Did the fire shift the energy once it was lit?”

“It did,” Peter said. “The space transformed. It became a beacon, connecting us to the Earth and to each other. Around this time, I met Nalu, a craftsperson and sorceress whose energy aligned immediately with mine. She worked closely with NatureDreamWeaver, her presence grounding the magic further.”

“And the mushrooms,” Calliope asked with a playful tilt of her head. “They deepened your experience?”

Peter laughed. “They did. Psilocybin has a way of opening the veils, revealing the threads beneath the surface. After taking them, Joshua and I offered a lyrical invocation at the fire, weaving words into the ethers. It felt as though the land itself was listening.”

Nighttime Rainbows

Wands of Wonder

The portal shifted again, revealing a tent filled with glowing wands. Calliope’s eyes lit up. “The wand maker?”

Peter’s grin widened. “Ah, her work was magnificent. I found her tent amidst the makeshift market, a space alive with magical artifacts. I couldn’t resist enchanting one of her wands with the energy of abundance. Shortly after, she sold it—an immediate manifestation of the enchantment’s power. It felt like a small but potent contribution to the larger magic of the festival.”

Dreams & Rubies

Calliope’s gaze lingered on the scene before moving to another image: Ruby Chase standing by the fire. “She was there too.”

“Ruby Chase,” Peter said, his tone softening. “She’s a rose in human form. She and the Dreamweaver offered prayers at the fire, their silent intentions weaving something intangible yet powerful. Later, her music opened portals to the celestial rose—a symbol of Hermetic and Tarot magic. Her performance was more than music; it was an invocation.”

The portal flickered, revealing a towering figure carrying a crystal skull. “And the giant?” Calliope asked.

Skulls of Angels

“He was there too,” Peter replied, “a custodian of sacred stones and mythos. The crystal skull he carried resonated with angelic energies, a reminder of the angelic lineage I’ve encountered throughout the quest. Seeing him again felt like witnessing a thread of the larger tapestry.”

“And your talk?” Calliope prompted, her voice laced with curiosity.

Peter’s expression grew contemplative. “I spoke of the Mythica as a temple in the sky and the nests as temples of the Earth. I shared how they reflect the same truth—the interconnection of all things, the Grove of Life. It was an opportunity to bring the Mythica’s vision into the world.”

Temples of Earth, Stories in Sky

The Karma Kontraption

Rhythms and Rubies

Gods of Earth and Stone

Tales of the Gold Monkey

Drops of the Moon

The Ascenders

It is then, walking throuh the forest, that I encounter a trio of avatars radiant with the tones of the New Earth

Ambassadors in the field

Songs by the Lakeside

It's beautiful for me.  I feel the sacred witness, standing guard for the narrative of a New Earth, witnessing the ambassadors of that changing world arriving in moments of pure synchronicity.

Nestival – Peter Fae's words

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Tomes of the Modern Magi

Darius giving me the tomes reminds me of the many books of magic I have encountered along the Quest, each appearing in perfect timing as a manifestatino of the Great Story….

Characters

Joshua Faust

Kelsey Faery

Darius Oliver

Nate Hogen

Magdelion Moondrop

Nicholas Sunderagon

Nalu Ledoux

Tsunami Diamond

Ruby Chase

Seth Infinity Monk