The interface. The tower, the hill we die on, the Man Made mountain, the obstacle, the cathedral of all Reasoning and beliefs. The repository of all we have consumed, knowingly and unknowingly, All the choices, all the opinions, all the words and warnings, all the actions and fears, all the cultural dictates, all the inherited unspoken body language, signs and signals forming into a castle that we defend by our ego. The sleeping beauty's castle, overgrown with weeds and thickets. King Arthurs court and where the land, the kingdom and its people die when the King is away at war. The land we are talking about here is abstractly referring to our own inner Kingdom. And All the various archetypes of king and queen bishop and knight that we ARE at various times, and that we populate our inner kingdoms with. When the Personal Reigning Sovereign is away at war, or floundering in some pit, then the sovereign kingdom lays down to die. The magician can only create, with what he has available to him... through the Lens of interface. Built into its own 'LORE', the atoms of the resulting consequences and the kingdom continues to add on information about itself. Building more into the abstract of the self. This abstract 'internal interface between the subconscious and what we want to consciously create in our outer world....Is..... through the lens of the self creating LORE of self, dictated by the internal and external reactions and responses in the lifetime that the King is supposed to reign in.

The interface is seen when in meditation, and is asked to be revealed. Takes a awhile, but years ago, I asked to see the obstacle. It is shown in layers over years so that bit by bit it can be seen, accepted, become acquainted with and pathways can be walked through it. Getting to know something that reveals itself in stages is disconcerting and annoying , as you feel, you believe, that you've accomplished a task. Yes, One task is accomplished, but there are many others, on many layers, and many levels. The obstacle showed up for me many years ago as a boulder. No going around it, but devising ways to get acquainted with its nature. Understanding may take years. In my recent meditation it showed to me as a castle. A citadel. ( citadel (noun) citadels (plural noun) a fortress, typically one on high ground above a city: "the garrison withdrew into the citadel""citadels of private economic power") XXXX The building was a fortress whereby all the energies had merged from their waves and particles form.... into the energetic atomic structures of stone. xxxx Beyond this lay a land of dreams and hopes. The preceding years had worked to open up conversations with my subconscious and I knew there was beauty and optimism there for a beautiful life. But between there and conscious creation was the interface. A study of concrete and stone. Which all have in various forms which sweep and sway depending on whats going on and where we are with our internal work. The WORK. In meditation usually you have to leave the emergence of visualisations to themselves as it your higher self directing the unfoldment in the manner that is most appropriate for you. However My first instinct was to bash this fortress, as now it was apparent that access to the beautiful life style in subconscious creation, waiting for conscious creation, was being squeezed through the lens of the interface, which was hampering real release into the outer world. I had to pull on my internal high priestess to see what to do about this. Bashing it down seemed most obvious. Actually there was work going on in my neighbours house next door, and sounds of drilling and excavation came through the walls, instead of being annoyed I used those sounds to activate a drilling through the base concrete and stone of the interface that I could see. Not sure if it this was the action desired for real consequential results. But I worked with what i had available to me. But as with everything, it is not immediate and I Will let you know how work progresses on that. Michaela