I'm telling them about the Mythica. Framing the mythical octave of perception. To honour our shared wielding with image and bright, I illustrate the point.
Things look different, when we drop into the octave of perception that is the Mythica. When we see the Truth, that we are so much more than we appear on the surface.
In which we realize the Truth, that we are mythology, manifest. The living deities of our own forgotten lore, embodying the vibration of our service.
Their shared attention is so beautiful. I drop down another octave, feelnig textures that make up their excellence. Here, on the elemental levels, such things play out as an orchestra of threaded Light.