The Alchemist

There’s an explorer whose words open realms that remind me of who I am, how I be, and the nature of reality. Words are magic. Sound & form, keys to creation. Reading aloud, potent sensations arise from stories steeped in truth, imbued with soul; I hear it in the subtle shift of my voice, the texture as sound vibrates body, the silent cracking & expansion of my heart — the capacity to feel more. What an exquisite experience, to be in this human form! Depth, emotion, intent; clarity of focus & presence — all encoded within these written symbols. There’s just something so nourishing about a good story, isn’t there?

We haven’t met but I’ve had a one-sided introduction, twice, to @alienindianajones — [my head spins writing this, dizziness threatening to topple me deeper into the desert-ocean cushions of my living room floor futon. Maybe it’s the second coffee, maybe it’s the…something else…pulsing thru me in this moment. I breathe, close my eyes, the world rises to greet me] — the first introduction I received from the man I was dating, who remembered on a whim a woman he knew & thought I would be interested in her work. I was, very. Perched on a stool, I leaned in to the sturdy wood & resin island this man had crafted, reading deeper & deeper into mysteries written on the digital wall of my computer screen as the overflowing basement kitchen darkened around me.

ALIEN INDIANA JONES — “a real time / real world game that changes how your brain creates reality…when you play THE GAME ___ your regular life becomes the jungle. you are the medicine.” ~ alienindianajones.com. Holographic Reality Gameplay ~ hosted by the oracles, two whom you may find, if your antenna reads their waves.

Deeply intrigued, I read line after line. Sometime later — eyes spinning, head buzzing, memories opening — I closed the site. Forgot. Remembered. Dove in again & forgot again. These pages on pages, it looks now as if they never existed. This is the way of reality: it meets you where you are.⠀⠀⠀

We later parted ways, this man and me. For many reasons among which my weavings in the psychic mythic realms & ways were not for him — in mind play, yes. In fact, no. And this was my calling, deepening in these realms I could not explain, and could not deny. I knew I was destined to a God-ordained deeply devoted divine partnership; the unfolding of which remained a mystery that I devoted myself to day by day ever deeper.

I met that divinely destined man on a summer afternoon, Friday the 13th, seasons ago, and only days after I recorded a very short list of specifics from a vision I had about my forthcoming man...

And on a dark winter eve, I received a revelatory second introduction to Alien Indiana Jones. This time by way of another woman, whom my beloved @dreemrhythm met in breathwork training. Two introductions. Two holographic oracles: ED!NA and DaNA, genetic evolutionaries.

Today I enjoy their codes via my little pocket computer, images and words, a portal on this screen into the depth of interwoven magic, mystery, truth that I know so well to be the way in which reality actually dances. Synchronistically in a way that is not at all terrifying, once I learned to trust it and move in love rather than fear, a pervading frequency on this planet, but not the dominant one. In truth, they are the same (there is only one of anything) but they can feel so vastly different before we know them by name.

Dana, author/alchemist/alternate-reality explorer, whose words open realms that remind me of who I am, how I be, and the nature of reality. Because she writes with clarity, conviction & because the alternate-reality of which she writes is not alternate at all. It is simply the other half of the alternator of this realm, the electromagnetic motor of emotion, sensation, story, that propels us farther, deeper, into that which we are — or are not. Yet again, in truth, just one. Choose your path. Few talk about the potential which exists in presence. And I cherish the ones who do.

I love alchemical magic. The kind that merges worlds & realms, the convergence of mysteries known only in the presence of being. The unveiling of a story that leads us deeper, into the palpable sensation, the probability of expression — in truth — of our own unique path, rhythm way, unhindered by societal construct because we remember the expanse of depth which lives within & before & yet to come, the merging of time-space reality in which all is one. I love alchemical magic. The kind whose secrets are so deep they cannot be explained, but they can be felt.

I am an alchemist, of realms & words & ways. The granddaughter of an alchemist, the kind that turns lead to gold, who flys the skies above Bimini and watches the waters part & Atlantis appear. And I love a good story. The kind with depth and grit and mystery, love and truth and perception of the subtle sensations which lead us deeper —into ourselves, should we choose the path.

Thank you to every Dana, for your writing, your mystery, your unveiling. Your genuine reflection in this cocreative realm of physicality that exists, because we choose for it to. For being a character in this play of which I am the only player, as you are in yours. Everything - nothing. All one - reflected aspects.⠀⠀⠀⠀

The music of the mundane, are you listening?

She reveals herself in presence.

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P.S. as I re-read this entry, I remember that time taking myself on a wander thru the garden section at Home Depot in the UP, wearing my dirty-cream-white crushable wool fedora, seeming-aeons before this story begins, when a man from down the aisle engaged at a distance asking, what do you do, are you a botanist?? You look like Indiana Jones…

September 2024

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