Hail like Snow in early June
Once upon a time a evolution of change came to be since our last set of Chronicles …. as if you remember, was an adventure to Faerieworlds with living myths & legends, involving the loss of the steadfast vardo Matrix, involved purifications and visions at Breitenbush, and a renewing otherworldly journey amongst the volcanic hotbeds of Hawaii. (see: Chapter 1: Chronicles of Sir Thomas Leaf – Volcanoes & Virgins) (For a catch-up-to-date on the living recreation myth of Thomas Rymour visit The prologue here) (For those ‘privy’ in the inner circle of the Chronicles, read the unrated version of this blog). It has become a quest at re-finding the Technogypsie within me … and re-discovering my goals, visions, and life purpose. This has always been one of an environmentalist and a cultural preservationist – a protector of the ancestors, nature spirits, and ancient wisdom – and will always remain as such – and I’m feeling transformations taking place for my inward and outward journey in life. At present though (and for nearly 5 years), I’ve been residing in the high-desert foothills of Cheyenne Mountain, inspired by the Rockies, the wind, the sun, and wilderness … embedded in-depth for protecting the environment, saturated in rich archaeology, and pursuing the protection of thousands of sites from being harmed or disturbed. That for the last 5 years has been a duty I’ve been quite proud to be part of while contributing incredible growth to my career aspirations, skillsets, and academic degree. But changes and transformations have been in the air for some time now – transitions that remain a mystery to this day – whether good or bad – a reminder that nothing is permanent and subject to change on a whim. This made me realize for the last few years I’ve been living paycheck to paycheck, pursuing a dream beyond my means, and falling in a place where I would be devastated by a job loss. This awakening revealed the need to start preparing my life for the next duty, adventure, and pursuit that the Gods are to throw my way. After all, it was just a month ago that I was unsure if I would have a job as we had to layoff some staff due to funding issues. While for the last 5 years this has been a re-occuring concern, every year it becomes more real with losses actualized annually. Of course, much of that seems like a disturbing nightmare from long ago as we’re once again “apparently” in the clear ‘financially’ as I write this though the ‘transitions’ in the making are still unknown. Since I’ve taken on this ancestral protector job almost five years ago – I realize I originally boarded an amazingly strong ship of environmental & cultural stewardship that seemed invincible … one that was taking care of the resources, the environment, and was sailing strong – with alot of personal and career growth intermingled within. What was meant to be a one-year stepping stone stopping point has turned into at least a 5 year journey. I was growing, attending conferences, learning new skills, and strengthening my life purpose …
After two years – the ship I’ve been working on was boarded by another entity that had different motives and methods … i watched my once teeming personal growth opportunities begin to diminish and swelter in the hot desert sun. Things started drying up. The ship was beaten up badly and re-named. A new captain boarded the vessel. Slowly crewmates were jumping ship as well as personal development. Annual conferences and classes were cut to two a year, then the following year to only one, and then none whatsoever. Fieldwork opportunities disappeared and dried up – while crew quarters shrunk at amazing levels. “How many rats can you fit in a sardine can?” one might ponder. As a main cartographer for the ship – more and more did my opportunities to go ashore and in the wild blue disappear, as I became confined to the crow’s nest and buried under maps and bureaucracy. I held my spirit and my soul through this transition – but slowly its been wearing on this scientist, adventurer, and traveller. My spirit feels like it has been battered and my soul in a stagnant pool where nothing can grow, all the meanwhile the only digging I’ve been doing has been to claw my way through red tape and governmental nonsense. Blended in this career as ancestor-guardian / cartographer / adventurer as well as a pirate and technogypsie … I’ve held strong to keep faith and optimism by the balancing of art and science so life not over-run by work and work not affected by obsession of art. Work hard, party hard. The drive of life blessed by journeys to the Old World to re-spark desire, drive, hope, and inspiration. It all started with assisting Lady Vanessa of the River Rhine with the Quest of the Enchanted Ring in England and Germany; then soul-searching on the Quest for the Sacred Key – which evolved into the Chronicles of Sir Thomas Leaf’s Journey into various Realms. Sighted from the Crow’s Nest this new journey begins … for a quest of a magical amulet, a charm, and a oracle to be presented during an adventure to the Faerie Islands of England and Eire in guise of what is known as “the Witch Potato Project”.
Environmental transitions have been abound since the journey to the center of the Earth in the Hawaiian Lava tubes on Big Island. We’ve seen devastation with the Haitian Earthquakes, Flooding, Tornadoes, Volcanic clouds in Greenland making air travel difficult in Europe, and a on-going oil spill that won’t stop in the Gulf. Those are of course just minor rumblings during a world economic collapse as many countries are drowning in recession and transformations. Tightening of restrictions and limitations on what one can take or where one can go easily is getting more and more constrained. For a environmentalist, cultural-preservationist, and a world-traveller – these are not good signs for easy travel or for what one holds dear. As I embrace the fact that I’m on a sinking ship that really only is now a masthead with a crow’s nest bobbing above the surface of the waves, with the last remnants of the original crew as rats clinging to the crow’s nest while others have already jumped ship – I realize its time for this cartographer to start contemplating whether this sinking ship will float back to the surface or sink – and if it sinks – where is my life raft and what island do I sail to next?
I peer down at my desk and see the following image … a flimsy fortune cookie paper saying “You may have a new opportunity soon” right next to the Mardi Gras King Cake baby Jesus I got from my slice of the cake (which symbollizes “good luck” and “new journeys”) which sits within the vertebrae of a deer (symbolizing “ancestors” and “wildlife”) that is criss-crossed with data cables (symbolizing “technology”, “information pipeline”, “networking”), next to a fellow Burner’s business card (A muse that recently inspired and kindled my spirit that I had the pleasure of hanging out with at Beltania last month). There is of course also a stapler in the picture – but I have yet to understand the meaning of that. So even as I ponder the transitions and transformations on the horizon … I see symbology all around me about the upcoming changes on the horizon. They look good.
Omens in every nook n’ crannie
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