The Mythical Map for MAY
@MYTHSOFCREATION
All the offerings, the Monthly Muse, the Poem Thesis of the Month.
The mythical list
MAY 02 - 31
NOW OPEN
MAY 23RD 12 PM EDT
MAY - JULY
The session:
FREQUENCY ALIGNMENT SESSIONS
Roll the cosmic dice, human design, astro, tarot, and channeled messages to align your frequency.
8 7 Spots Available in May
MAY 23RD ONLINE 12 PM EDT - 1:30 PM EDT - PAY WHAT YOU CAN, SUGGESTED EXCHANGE $22
THE SURPRISE
COLLABORATION WITH OMOLOGY
SOLAR SYMPOSIUM
A cosmic town hall, a community online tea party, and an informal experiential research lab with a special guest, Jaime of Omology.
THE NEW WORKSHOP SERIES:
Creation Portals May - July
A 3 month container exploring the energetics of creation, the metaphysics of poetry, and the magic of water.
Themes for Each Month coming soon...
The SUBSTACK
GARDEN OF THE IMAGINAL
The multimedia storytelling community portal - where you can access mini readings, win 1:1 sessions, and get all the fresh from the imaginal realm insights..
SAVE THE DATE!
the SLIDING TEMPLE DOOR
2 Spots Open for Imaginal Temple 1:1
The creative container for the innovative spirit will have just two more spots for the forseeable future.
Get on the waitlist to be notified when the spots open.
A ROTATING MIX
OF COSMIC CREATION
Every month our offerings transform, some endemic to this timespace - never to return again. Others will repopulate, reopen, and remix.
Every offering is a learning portal, a creative catalyst, and a cellular transmission from my light body to yours.
The NEWSLETTER is where you can go to get the latest.
THE SUBSTACK is a quasi membership and media blitz with videos, podcasts, writing, raffles, mini readings and a frothy cosmic milkshake of whatever wants to rise from the imaginal realm.
The may muse
morning dew
MORNING DEW
The morning leaves tears on the eaves of the flowers, as if the sleepy eyes of the earth are transitioning from the dream place to the waking state, just like us.
the poem thesis for may
I want more than a life of defending myself from being categorized into this or that camp when I am less of a camp and more of a quiet sky. I want more than finding solace in non-threatening spaces. I want to fruit. I want to expose a part of me that turns out to be an actual musical instrument. I want art to live inside the walls of my home and my body. I want to see the world the way a child sees it, to unlock secret doors in time and space, to be amazed by moss, to see the world the way the eyes on the wings of a butterfly see the world, perpetually upside down, aching with the allure of existence’s definition consistently eluding me, leaving only nectar in its wake for me to drink.
my name is xenia
My name is Xenia Marie Ross Viray.
I hope you will join me as we cross from the dream world to the waking world and back again throughout May, each time leaking more color from one world to the other.
All of May’s offerings are in service to drinking and being the morning dew.