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As I rounded the last copse of trees and finally reached the butte, the first pink hues of dawn washed the gray from the horizon, but not from my laden heart. I had lost many friends and companions on the journey and my mind was clouded with confusion. Always tenacious, I undertook the journey to follow the challenge, but it had become more of a duty than an adventure. I had become entrenched in burdensome patterns of abrasive sorrow, loneliness and disillusionment.

Weariness seeped through my veins as I contemplated abandoning this quest. As I sensed the dark envelop enfold itself upon me, and occlude the majesty of the glowing orange and red hues of the sky, I sensed a single pulsation. Certain I was just at the point of final exhaustion and concluding my muscles were just twitching and ready to fail from fatigue, I felt another spark of energy. Slowly, a shimmering radiance came into view, with a dreamlike unfocused wavering. Surely it was a mirage of my senses, a narcotic easing of my progress towards oblivion.

Then I saw her, as she revealed herself to me. She was Avalon, oh, fair Avalon! My thirsts and hunger abated as she embraced me. She enraptured my soul as my heart connected to her. Caresses of harmony were extended as I was enveloped in bliss I hadn’t felt since the sunny, innocent, precious days of childhood.

Avalon radiated from my crystal table, illuminating and embracing.

Avalon 2008

The creation has been conceived and the foundation laid.
Many now witness as the energy solidifies and the dream germinates.

Global leadership has arrived, in each sovereign participant.
Like a rhizome of purpose, tendrils are weaving outward, exponentially.

The singularity and event horizon is now, as it has always been.
As it always shall be.

Poets
Artists
Pagans
Lovers
Friends
Healers
Gypsies
Wiccans
Families
Dreamers
Musicians
Wordsmiths
Communities

All tuning in towards convergence of purpose, forging new paradigms.
Learning tolerance of the many perceptions of truth that integrate the composite.

Whispers now heard, gentle goes the word, Avalon returns, transformed from cold block into radiant energy. Fluid, with grace, established and in place.

I have come home, I am among friends, I have returned to the community and I feel Avalon’s pulsations of love, emanating through copper and fiber connections.

Avalon, the dream of a few, now embraced with exponential growth.

Let us nurture.

Let us commune.

Let us create.

Let us Love.

You
Me
Become
Becoming
we