Apophenia’s misty mountain portal.

On this dark, cold and foreboding night, high above town, on a volcanic and tricky path, Apophenia’s misty mountain portal opens and invites, tugging my intention-laid attention. It’s her birthday, and yet nothing feels even slightly celebratory on this sinister journey.

Lightly, I step up off into air, drift in and fall up, backwardly upside down into the emptiness, through and beyond, falling out and landing in, right where I am here now.

The world of infinite, impossible and unseeable mysteries.

Through gyrating evolving metallic spindles, to an planet sized triangular diamond with a point that vanishes, gently emitting eerie glowing green sparkles, mesmerising, entrancing, revealing a triadic distinction of lover, warrior, seeker - that which expresses, that which decides, and that which discovers.

And there, within the peculiar spiders dancing at her feet, the injunction to know thyself, for only then are both the expression of Kia and the mind liberated, and that which is sought always found.