WM: Today we have Falcao, the Mystic of Cascadia. He brought with him a man made portal that can be used to traverse the Multiverse. Falcao, can you describe what you’ve brought with you today?

TM: Yes, well, this is a spinner I bought on the Oregon coast, in Lincoln City. In the center is a dragon and around it are what act like fans. Normally you depend on wind to make it spin, but I like to use a garden hose with a nozzle that has a jet setting that allows you to get this thing spinning like crazy. To get it to act as a portal you get it spinning like crazy and then you Look into the spinner and See the multiverse you have pictured in your mind. The trick is being able to be Open to what can be Seen in the spinner and the Will to step through the portal.

TM: The big issue is begin able to Open yourself to what the portal has to offer, as well as Being Open to the Path the portal reveals.

WM: That’s the first time I remember you using the term “the Path.” Can you explain what this is?

TM: It’s the Directionality of Being. All Being has Directionality. It is this Directionality which define Being. The classic example is the Being of Life. Life’s Directionality is to Live. This “Living” defines the Path.

The settler’s children came down with a fever that left them delirious. The doctor from town came out to the homestead, but could nothing for them except try to make them more comfortable. After a week the parents got desperate and sent for the man they called The Mystic of Cascadia. His name was Falcao. He was said to have learned from many different native medicine me, and the shaman in the local area all differed to him when they weren’t able to perform a certain healing. He arrived at sunset on the twelfth day of the children’s fever.

“Where did the children go on the day they came down with the fever,” Falcao asked.

“We’re not sure,” the children’s father answered. “The had disappeared right before they got sick, but we couldn’t get them to tell us where they’d been.”

“They blisters on their feet say they walked barefoot over something,” the Mystic said. “If we could figure out what that something was I may be able to help them.”

“We thought the fever had caused those blister, ” said the mother.

“No, there is dirt in the blisters, that would of happened when they were walking, ” Falcao said.

“I didn’t see any dirt in the blisters,” the doctor said.

“You have to know how to look,” replied the Mystic.

“They like to run barefoot in the meadow next to the swamp, ” the mother said.

“They wouldn’t have done that, I’d forbid it, and they knew they’d get a licking is they did it, ” said the father.

“Just in case they did, can take me to this meadow? ” Falcao asked

“I said I forbid it, ” the father repeated.

“And I suppose you never did anything that your parents forbid you to do, ” asked the doctor. “I’ll run you down there in my buggy.”

When they got to the meadow, it didn’t take much looking around for the Mystic to find the culprit. “They have carrion fever, this field is the sight of a massacre… you can see the bodies barely covered by the vegetation. I now know how to cure them.”

When they arrived back at the homestead the doctor announced that the cause and the cure had bee found.

“How do we break the fever, ” the mother pleaded.

“They need to do a sweat in a lodge where the weasel weed is burned, : said Falcao. “I found enough weasel weed on the way back from the meadow to heal them, but we must build the sweat lodge immediately.

“I ain’t bu…” the father said before the doctor cut him off with a wave of his hand. “You’ll do as your told god damn it, or I ain’t ever coming out here again.”

So the lodge was build, the weasel weed burned, and the children made a gradual recovery. From that point on all the settlers send for the Mystic whenever someone got sick. The Mystic insisted the doctor go with him on every visit.

Blogger Walter Moore interviews Falcao, The Mystic of Cascadia.

WM: You’ve said man made objects can be used as a portal [between universes], can you give us an example?

TM: My favorite one is this yard decoration I have. It’s a dragon that is designed to spin in the wind. It took me several years to imbibe this object with the necessary Being it needed to act as a portal. How it works is you get it spinning, the faster the better. Then you have to stare at the dragon in the middle of the decoration. Once the dragon takes on the appearance of being a real dragon, then the portal is open, and all you have to do is step through it. Whatever distinction you have in your mind at that moment is where you are transported to. You have to be really careful to be really specific about where you want to go, place and time must be exact.

WM: Can you transport someone with you?

TM: It’s possible, and can be done in an emergency, but only as a last resort. It’s just too chancy. It’s possible to drain yourself to much, in which case you’ll never be the same.

WM: What is the most exotic place you’ve ever transported too?

TM: Well, I’m afraid I have no reference point to refer to. The reality is based on a wholly different set of principles. You have to be able to Be In It to be able to comprehend the Truth of It’s Reality.

I met the previous Mystic of Cascadia when I was five years old. We were camping at Willowa Lake. I was with my mom at the campground’s store, looking at the small selection of toys they had and my mom was on the other side of the store looking at tourist type crap. An Indian man approached me. He looked like he was two-hundred years old, so I asked him, “Are you two-hundred years old?” “Two-hundred and three to be exact, ” he replied. I could tell from his totally seriousness on his face that he was telling the Truth.

“Would you like to see some fish?” he asked. I nodded yes, and he reached out and grabbed my hand, and then walked me out the door. We walked to where a bridge goes over the Willowa river. He walked to the edge of the bridge, looking over into the water, “Do you see the salmon?”

I joined him on the edge of the bridge, looked over, and saw all the salmon spanning he was referring to. “This is the cycle of life. Do you understand?” Oddly enough I did. The salmon we swimming up stream to create the salmon that would swim down stream, and eventually come back up stream so the cycle could be repeated.

“So it is with all things that live. Remember this as you get older, it will be of great help to you.” I didn’t really understand, but nodded my head like I did, not wanting to appear stupid. With this he smiled at me, turned and walked away. There I was on the bridge, all alone, and feeling the pull of the river to suck me in. I started crying and a couple teenage girls came to my rescue. My mother soon later found me in our tent with the girls trying to console me with balloons. My mom was to relieved to have found me to get mad at me. And that was the end to my first, and by no means last, encounter with the Mystic of Cascadia.