Thrihyrne

Found myself describing the rearrangement on my altar as part of an initiation rite. I ordered a dragon pin from a vintage seller because it represents Skyfyr, a wild fiery peacock manifestation that I realize will fit best as my ridable magical animal of choice in the Wraeththu Otherlanes. I'm so excited! This sandbox is so creative, and I feel privileged beyond measure that I was able to spend a few, sacred hours in her presence back in 2008. Only now, having Doorstepped to the next beyond, and me being in this unique spiritual space during a MASSIVE Saturn Return, can I look back and see that trip to England for what it really was: it was a sacred pilgrimage to be with a spiritual soulmate. I just wasn't far enough along on my own journey to see it for just how rich an experience it was. It was pretty fucking magical in the moment already, no bones about it! I sat in the Akashic Records of my people: the printing press of Immanion Press, surrounded by bookcases of the holy scriptures of my people. My hara. My yið on my planet in my writerly sandbox playground that is nothing if not a lovesong to Storm Constantine and the world she shared so generously with us, her fans.

I come to the Wraeththu Hegemony bringing gifts. I am Riverrun, the Diviner. I ride Skyfyr, the Peacock of Fire. What a gorgeous world in which to spend time on my commutes, writing in my composition notebook. Maybe what I'm writing can be a kind of Wraeththu AU??

Today I sing the song of the harish body electric, my own harish DNA lighting up as I practice my baby contortion exercises through the day and every moment of my life feels like I'm drinking nonstop an ethanol-free elixir. Yeah, I'm also on cannabis, which super frees up my creative space! And my verbosity. :P

Thus endeth this panegyric.