I was a teenager when I declared my devotion to the deva of Story.  It was raining, the air flush with lightning, bridging the gap between Heaven and Earth.  I knew nothing about yoga, about the traditions and techniques that I would come to discover in later years.  For me, the world was a palette of sensations, flush with the smell of colors, the taste of thoughts and the constant hammering of my attempts to make sense of feeling constantly overwhelmed.  The world was a din of static and agitation, incomprehensible and alien.

Through this, I would find my solace through stories.  Through the tales of heroes and heroines moving across mystical and faraway lands, possessed of magics and powers that made more sense to me than what most people considered “modern society”.  There, within the stories, there was peace.  A sense of belonging, a resonance with the characters and their circumstance that felt more like home than where I lived in the suburbs of Long Island, New York.

One night, as the hurricane winds that sometimes kissed the eastern coastline of the Americas howled around me, I screamed my frustration to the sky, and was answered by a strike of lightning filling the world with light.  There, in that electrified space, I had a vision of the Muses, the devic energies of Story, Song and Dance, accompanied by what I could only describe as an elemental geometry, a glyph in the substance of the sky that embodied their essence in an architecture of Divine mathematics.

A strange calm came over me then, an awareness of the energetic fields of my form, my own sacred architecture seen as patterns of embodied light.  As I did, I felt myself open, inviting the energies of those deva into my self, merging with them in a compact of natural magic.  Such would be the beginning, the essence of what would eventually become my sacred mission, to create Akasha Yoga – the yoga of story, a new form of spirituality that honored the human journey, bringing light to the classic and outdated interpretations of the ego and the nature of God being human.

I didn’t know this at the time.  I wasn’t a seeker, nor was I born into a tradition of yoga.  I had no idea about the various patterns and geometries that existed in the world.  I was ignorant of the idea of devotion to a Goddess or God.  I was merely a teenager, drowning in the synesthete overwhelm of my own perception, grasping at the most real thing I could find in a world of shifting and bleeding light.

Such was the beginning of my adventure.  A tale which taught me the nature of what it means to be human, or more specifically, to be-God-being-human, playing the role of ‘Peter Fae’ in the Great Story of human awakening.  It was the opening act to my story, the initial spark that would lead to the creation of Akasha Yoga and the media platform known as Into the Mythica, bringing me ever-deeper into the world of magic and mysticism that lay beneath the surface of our awareness, into the embodiment of the siddhic virtues that lay within, waiting to be discovered on our journey back to the Source of All that is.

There is wisdom in this, for we are all magic.  All aspects of the Divine light living the stories of the world.  Revelation exists for each and every one of us, for we are all sharing the story of separation and the gift to it’s substance which gives us the progression back to unity.  As we make our way along our personal adventure, we invariably discover the powers and presence that have always been there, waiting beneath the turbulent waters of our shifting minds.  Yet such things must be earned, well-won along the trials of our sacred path.  To do this, we must come to see our life in a new way, to see the progression of our own story, the substance of our self in all it’s infinite majesty.  Such is the birthright, the gift of God’s grace that manifests as our unique adventure across the subtle landscapes of the world to a new reality.

It isn’t easy.  To see our life as a yoga of union across a landscape of adventure will test us to the core of our being.  It is a crucible of fire, where the gaze of God’s light will burn away that which is not true within ourselves, leaving only the presence that lay beneath all things.  Yet if we can do it, if we can commit to the human journey, we will discover what it means to be God-being-human, changing the world one chapter at a time.