I am in a house that feels like my childhood home, but does not look like it. Wooded, on a hill, in the afternoon. I am speaking with VerDarLuz about the astro-mythos of escelpius, chiron, the galactic center, and how to effectively communicate the information about the change of ages from the pisces/virgo age to the aquarian/leo age. As we are discussing our findings and visions, we continue to digest the information, and how to best showcase it in a ritual theatrical prayerformance at tribal convergence.
We walk outside and are riding a log in a river, much like on splash mountain at disneyland, and as we are swooping down the hill I remember how similar this whole mythology is to the other mythos i've been working on, the 'fork in the road' a hero's journey and a rite of passage. I have a major 'Aha' moment, as i finally understand what Ver has been trying to explain to me for months, and the necessity of bringing the element of rite of passage into it, that we may build a bridge from the womb of the galaxy to the womb of gaia, to our own hara.
At this time, I see clearly the vision of the distilled portrait of these astro-mythos, and how by connecting our core channel with the galactic center we can ritualistically birth in the new dawn in an ecstatic orgasmic birthing ceremony. And so, we discuss.
