Adelaide Billings was born in Asheville, North Carolina and moved to Sedona, Arizona when she was only sixteen. The year was 1986 and she woke to the beat of a different drum that called her to the spiritual vortexes of the canyons of Red Rocks. She was a free and loving spirit, seemingly never drawn down to the negativity of mundane society and always with her eyes on some distant other world. At age twenty-two she met Ron Honovi, a half Swiss, half Hopi spiritual healer and medium who kept an open house just a few miles north of the old abandoned mining town of Cherry, just a handful of miles west of Sedona.<br/><br/>They were fast friends, easy lovers, and fostered a commune of like minded friends and practitioners of the many and diverse New Age arts. People came and went from the house and soon it became a retreat. Some stayed and became residents, working in harmony for earth and humanity; enjoying the peace and serenity of the homestead commune that was then named 'Taawa Spiral Sacred Space' to honor the Hopi sun god and spiral vortexes of spiritual energy that dotted the landscape surrounding Sedona. It was a place where free and loving spirits like Adelaide Billings, by then known only as Charo, could feel free to be free.<br/><br/>Ron and Charo had three children; two daughters, Jasper and White Wind in 1988 and 1991. and then a son, Faden, in 1993. Charo believed all her children were unique beautiful souls, each with distinct strengths and insights; but she always held Faden in his own special place in her heart. She would tell people she could clearly recall the moment he was conceived, not just the coupling that had brought the pregnancy, but the exact moment that his life sparked in her womb like newborn star bursting to life in the rich dark velvet of space. That was why she named him Faden. Of all her crystals, the Faden stone was one of her most prized. Like the crystalline cord of shimmering white that connected its separate pieces, Faden connected her to something deep and magical that she would never be able to explain.<br/><br/>She never registered him with any government agency and so he never had a last name, a birth certificate, a social security number, or any other thing that would tether him to a society that seemed to lose itself in its chaos and diversity. Like Taawa Spiral Sacred Space, he was off the grid. As he grew, his special peace and influence never diminished. Unlike others who lost their innocence with age, he always regarded the world with wonder, and when he chose to, it seemed he could open that world for someone to see with new eyes. He was schooled in the commune, his teachers were the various spiritualists and visitors to Taawa. He did just fine and was never set to the scrutiny of a public school system that couldn't conduct itself properly, let alone classes. He took to crystal work with ease and broadened his knowledge by learning geology and astronomy. He loved to mingle the two forbidden lovers of belief and science and find his own way through the pitfalls of each. When he was older, he also offered healings, astral traveling, and spirit communication sessions and workshops. He may not have existed to the mundane world, but in the New Age movement world, he was gaining recognition quickly.<br/><br/>Charo believed he was magical in way that were beyond the spiritual practices of Taawa, and she was right; she just didn't know how right. She did not realize that everything that she was and that she created around her with Honovi, and the friends and loves that they shared, in a place surrounded by the convergence of some of the strongest earth energy vortexes in the world, would create the perfect synergy of the New Age needed to birth a new deity of the Western World.  Much like Media and Technology Kid, Faden came to life as people poured their emotions and energy into what made him unique him. They had meditated and performed rituals of healing and spiritual connection with crystals, ores, and stones for decade after decade, staunch in their belief that energy flowed through the sacred geometry of the minerals they venerated. They believed with all their hearts and that belief became physical at that moment Charo conceived.<br/><br/>Shortly before his twenty-fifth birthday, his chosen grandfather, an astrologer and musical alchemist who went by Indy-go-Lucky, or simply Indy, fell ill and passed on from natural causes. At his bedside, he gave Faden three thing that were important to him; his singing bowl made of seven metals, his beaded headband made with glass beads in the seven colors of the rainbow spectrum, and his walking staff carved with the seven chakras of the body. He told his grandson to go walking, go walking and see that not just the people of Taawa would love him and make him strong, but all the people he met would do the same. The people of the weary road needed him more than Taawa needed him and he needed those people too.<br/><br/>Faden hit the road after they honored Indy-go-Lucky and celebrated his time with them. He walked and hiked and camped and hitched rides. He saw the country, the desert, the mountains and many of the things he studied and dreamed about. When he saw Black Rock City on the horizon, he thought he'd found some kind of Mecca, and in a way, he was right. A pretty girl who talked about making stairways to nowhere out of reclaimed wood gave him a ticket as he stood on the outside looking in at the grounds. She hadn't known why she'd bought an extra, but at the time she'd booked her place it seemed like  something she needed to do. He thanked her with a long full hug and enjoyed the feeling of her soft whimsical aura as it mingled with his and she left with some of the energy he always had to spare.<br/><br/>He had no provisions, or place to stay, but that didn't seem to matter in Black Rock City. People gave him things and he gave them the only thing he had to return; hugs and his energy. It seemed enough because they always parted from him smiling, happy, and eager to do more of whatever is was that they did. By the time he'd reached the more inner sections of the rings of cars and campers, he had a burlap bag with a smiling sunshine painted on it, some paper bags with crackers and vegetables, three bottles of spring water, a clay figurine, four glow sticks, all pink, a bunch of different pamphlets and drawings, and a joint which he tucked behind his ear as he stopped to rest against a car and listen to some musicians play.<br/><br/>Fleetwood Mac. He smiled. He'd grown up listening to Fleetwood Mac because his mother was a big fan. He'd learned all the words to all the songs and she'd sing along to the records and invite him to join her while they tended the Sacred Space. He enjoyed singing and liked to feel the rhythm of the music and allow it to set him aloft on higher consciousness. Some music, like the music from the singing bowl, could take his mind completely out of the everyday world. He lived for those moments and he sighed as he thought about them.<br/><br/>It wasn't unusual for him to feel the brush of people's auras when they were close, or 'hear' them as they passed by. It was just something that was always intrinsic to his nature and he had never been concerned by it or used it to any sort of advantage. For him it was no different than hearing the din of a crown in an amphitheater where could could listen to the whole of it as one giant white noise, or tune in to one or two voices specifically. However, as he joined those few, but proud, subdued harmonizers, the presence of something much stronger smoothed across his aura. It was warm. Dry. Pensive. When he closed his eyes he could see it's radiance as it came from the band of musicians. There. The man playing guitar. When Faden opened his eyes, he saw the man looking right at him and experienced what he called a forever second; when a moment seems to linger outside of its' space-time constraints. He smiled back with an odd but pleased expression that lightly creased across his brow. So interesting. So exotic. So unknown.<br/><br/>Feeling the weight of the glance, he looked to the woman singing as she wound out the song with the intense accompanying male lyric entwined with her own. When she'd finished, and the music came to a close before the next number would start, Faden raised his hand and stepped forward a few paces. "Excuse me, wonderful miss, would you entertain a request? Could I sing 'Sara' with you? Do you know it? I've loved it forever."