As I witness him real magick, real energies pour through his being. There is an embodied aspect in the fields beneath, that of sacred Story coming through. To meet him here is to meet in the realm of Story, in this Now, at an octave of depth.
This theatre is magnificent. The energies of Story are so THICK here. I can feel layers upon layers of imprints moving through the space. Such is a true Temple of Story, the echoes of silver and gold still reverberating in her hallowed halls. It is so auspicious to meet Paradox and Jordan here.
Jordan informs me, this is a sacred place. One of the first theatres during what he calls the 'Charlie Chaplin' era. I can sense the history, an erudite observance of the culture of Story as it has been moving through his form. A good man.
I am often complimented on the magick of my photos. The relationship with Light implied in the witnessed portrait. For me such is a dance with the deva, the elemental aspects of the Creation. Such things do not demand my pro camera, the iPhone serves in many instances to witness the Story.
So often, I need not do any adjustment, for the Light that shines through the avatars is imminent in itself. It is simply a matter of Arriving, in the Moment in space and time when such things can be Seen.
Nonetheless, I take a moment to deepen my gaze into the Mythica, where the violet flame, the resplendent Light and honour of Story pours through my brother-kin like a wandering Star.
Mita is kind, witnessing a photo of me in front of the inscriptions. The confluence is off the charts. That I would arrive here, in this moment, wearing my rainments and the elvish armour? Without contrivance? A by-product of my authenticity? God is Good. The Mythica unfolds.
Such is not lost on me, that I am to give real counsel on real magick, in this place. I recall that only yesterday I assisted brother Christian in clearing out the imprints which afflict all of humanity, that my purposing as an avatar of healing and remembrance is taking shape.
It is such a beautiful temple. Make no mistake, this place is full of magick. REAL magick. Layers upon layers of Stories wrought and wielded, spells and liaisons of tinsel and triumph. My Arriving here, in the inertia of the Mythica, to a place of ancient hieroglyph and reknown? Auspicious.