"Birth Galbanum your own way with photographic images of Light!"
... so decreed the fey One
two days before the photoshoot and five days before
the Opening Ceremony for the Rosa Mystica Mystery School
where I became Temple Keeper for the Holy Oils of Galbanum and Elemi;
Light Bearer, and Keeper of the Mystical Dreamtime, respectively.
"Birth Galbanum your own way
with photographic images
of Light!"
So decreed the fey One two days before the photoshoot and five days before the Opening Ceremony of the Rosa Mystica Mystery School; where I became Temple Keeper for the Holy Oils of Galbanum and Elemi:
~~ Light Bearer, & Keeper
of the Mystical Dreamtime, respectively. ~~
dear Friend, in visioning and planning the photoshoot that emerged the photographic images you see throughout this website and the storybook, 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 in January, 2021.
THE MAGICK THAT HAPPENED
AT MARINO ROCKS
dear Friend, in visioning and planning the photoshoot that emerged the photographic images you see throughout this website and the storybook, 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 in January, 2021.
THE MAGICK
THAT HAPPENED
AT MARINO ROCKS
The photographs defy logic.
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 guarded by the dragon, there, on the rocks, two spheres became one ... I knew Story had come to life.
dear Friend, dimensional realms of Space, Time, and Soul had been transcended.
The Mystical Dreamtime was Awake!
The photographs defy logic.
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 guarded by the dragon, there, on the rocks, two spheres became one ... I knew Story had come to life.
dear Friend, dimensional realms of Space, Time, and Soul had been transcended.
The Mystical Dreamtime was Awake!
Pondering a Name as I walked the labyrinth in the Barossa Bushgardens late April, 2026,
"Ah! It's the Dragon's name!"
... and I heard Her say, "We begin, my Lady!"
Pondering a Name as I walked the labyrinth in the Barossa Bushgardens late April, 2026,
"Ah! It's the Dragon's name!"
... and I heard Her say,
"We begin, my Lady!"
Entering The Labyrinth: The Dragon’s Rose & Her Stairway Home has been visioned and revisioned, named and renamed so very many times; and for a few years its cover was styled with an illustration of a blue rose.
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.
the final cover
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 first 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 final cover.
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 on Lion's Gate,
two mornings before, Laura layered images.
As I finished speaking the first draft of the cover 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.
Yet again dimensional realms of
Space … Time … and Soul
had been transcended.
An ancient-future Mystical Doorway had been unVeiled!
the final cover
Entering The Labyrinth: The Dragon’s Rose & Her Stairway Home has been visioned and revisioned, named and renamed so very many times; and for a few years its cover was styled with an illustration of a blue rose.
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 first 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 final cover.
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 on Lion's Gate, two mornings before, Laura layered images.
As I finished speaking the first draft of the cover 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.
Yet again dimensional realms
of Space … Time … and Soul
had been transcended.
An ancient-future Mystical Doorway had been unVeiled!
dear Friend, welcome to
the enchanted Worlde of Mystical
Story-telling the Cosmic YES.
dear Friend, welcome to
the enchanted Worlde of Mystical
Story-telling the Cosmic YES.
