dear Friend, unto Her Grace may YES birth True a new Story of Life ... on planet, and beyond!
THE MAGICK THAT HAPPENED AT MARINO ROCKS
Another backstory ...
dear Friend, in visioning and planning the photoshoot, quite clearly I knew there were to be two images of me walking a path: one, walking away from the camera; the other, walking towards the camera.
Symbolically, directionality was intended to represent the beginning and the ending of an Initiate’s journey,
i.e. walking In … to the Mystical Dreamtime.
And walking Out … with the Treasure.
The Memory Sphere glowing over a moonstone and rose quartz pendant is the treasure captured in the final shot of an invocation sequence woven on the rocks by the ocean’s edge.
Within seconds of standing there, on the rocks,
above my head I saw a Cube of Light ...
... and then I saw an aetheric seam opening
amongst the clouds.
After that, I was simply surrendered to the moment.
And when the first collection of images was released to me ... and I saw my face infused with Light ... and then pink and green hearts in a golden sphere dancing in tune with the invocation sequence ... from the ocean ... onto the rocks ... back into the ocean ... back onto the rocks ... a second sphere takes form ... and now, the final shot ... and two spheres became one ... I knew Story had come to life.
The Mystical Dreamtime was Awake!
The photographs defy logic.
... and in time to come, selected images and elemental components would be layered into exquisitely beautiful and purposeful compositions ... consecrated as Codes of Light in deep Service to the Field and the Grid of Soul Source Wisdom, and Mystical Story-telling.
dear Friend, dimensional realms of Space, Time, and Soul had been transcended.
"We're not messing around here, are we!"
... I said to the fey One, in Journey, after one of the Sacred Rites.
"No, we are not!" was her reply.
For a few years I was working with a commissioned illustration of a blue rose ... but as the Worlde of Story began to gain momentum a styling clash between photographic and illustrative images became increasingly apparent ... and with deep sorrow, and gratitude ... I let go the illustration.
In conversation with Laura (the photographer) I lamented its loss upon the integrity of Story.
First, silence.
… and then quietly she told me she had a photograph of a blue rose she’d taken in her garden from a bush planted to honour her daughter’s birth; and she offered it to me for use within Mystical Story-telling.
Aaaah … a deep sigh … and a deep bow.
… and as I felt into the frequency of the photograph I saw within its centre a doorway, and then an eye; and in a moment of pure clarity I knew the image of me walking the path away from the camera ... In to the Mystical Dreamtime ... was to be woven with this image of a blue rose.
And we scheduled a call to receive the composition seeking to emerge.
the seal of power's grace
dear Friend, yet again
dimensional realms of Space … Time … and Soul
had been transcended.
An ancient-future Mystical Doorway
had been unVeiled!
Sitting in my garden preparing for the call
a Presence of Light lit up the garden.
Within its transmission
over audio airways Laura and I met.
... and as I spoke of a dream journeyed two mornings before, Laura layered images.
As I finished speaking the first draft of the composite revealed the eye belonged to the Dragon I had dreamt with.
... and days later we saw the Memory Sphere … semi-veiled … there, behind the doorway.
... and in time to come, this image came to be consecrated as The Seal of Power's Grace: a Code of Light for the Field of re-Encounter and a Memory of Return; in Service to holding the Ceremonials of Story's alchemical Mirrors of Grace ... safely, and with integrity.
