Today, I made another significant step in the evolution of this incredibly enjoyable life. I deleted from my list of bookmarked sites within my browser, the last and best repository of insightful information and analysis about the unfolding madness of human current events.
I won’t mention what site it was. There are so many like that site on the internet these days, pretending to know what’s what, yet never able to lead their readers anywhere but endlessly following THEM (the global troublemakers) on a treadmill of obvious bullshit, seen through a set of eyes growing weary with despondency for the future, or bitter and cranky about the interminable evil that simply, will not EVER stop.
My life is becoming far more important than the world I had been earnestly trying to alert through my media publications and creations. The people of this world now have all the information for a lifetime of happiness within a keystroke. If people, instead, choose to choke on their own ignorance while swimming in a sea of Truth, then so be it. The Devil never steals his due. It’s given to Him freely.
The more I employ my own divine magick to the ends of life and liberty, I have been able to successfully find and create my own happiness. It is no longer a pursuit for me. In 2013, it became a journey that required me to leave America behind, to leave my old life behind, and to ultimately leave history behind.
With each passing moment, I breathe the air of a world that Christ called His Kingdom, that Tolkien called his Shire, that I and others call the Faery Realms. It is a succulent and enervating breeze that flares my nostrils and fills my lungs with peace and quiet power. It makes my cock and balls heavy with vital, sexy potency. It makes me smile the smile of a woman satisfied; as well as that of the warrior who has finally found the peace he was fighting for.
Do you know the humbling awe of being heard by Nature, and furthermore, being answered by Her?
What other experience or knowledge or power could deliver a person out of the bondage of any condition?
My life is a lifting up now. I see the future more clearly and it is not all death and destruction, my friends. But a great many things have yet to be destroyed…including your fears about Death.
Make love to Her! Understand that Her purpose is to love you into immortality. She will kill and murder and destroy any part of you that is not worthy of the DIVINE LIFE that you hold dear in your heart.
Be clear with your fears and watch them disappear!
How brave are you willing to be for the cause of Love?
The intensity of your bravery will be matched in the feeling of your victory. Do you imagine Love would send you on a goose chase with no hope of reward? That’s the Devil’s business, whose major purpose is to challenge the strength of your commitment to TRUTH at every turn.
Blessed be the day when you can tell your adversary,
“Enough! You have served me well. My foundations have been tested by the Architects of Eternity and have been found worthy. From now on, I build my works to the glory of my friends among the gods in peace and joy. Trouble me no longer, but trouble the world to your heart’s content, knowing your efforts are never in vain when serving the divine vanity.”
I am rich in hugs and happiness and health. My treasures are the smiles and laughter of my wife and the endearing way Ruby greets the sameness of each day with an eager and playful excitement. My joy is watching the worthy unfolding of my reflections among the Gods and Elementals, masters of surprise to this joyous form I currently inhabit.
Blessed be for ALL that is. I welcome this time of coming abundance. May I thrive in it as well or better than I thrived in the world of scarcity and lack.
I would like to thank all of you who are taking the time to follow my Unlearning magick down the Rabbit Hole and into the Faery Realms. I know that there are hundreds of thousands of choices on the internet to vie for your time and attention. That you take the time to consider my works is humbling and affirming.
I know I tend to lose followers from time to time because I am not an everyday poster. I may lose followers for other reasons, too, but that’s not bad news to me. I AM here for those I AM here for, however few or many.
I pray sincerely that each of you is having as rich a life as mine. I don’t post so often because my art is infused with my LIFE’s experiences. That means LIVING AWAY from these SCREENS, as much as I enjoy creating media on them and sharing my stories with the world.
All the while during the slow times, know that something delicious is cooking in my Soul, waiting to be born. My work, if it is to be truly successful, must extend the invitation to you for a reality that is as real as I say it is. This is why I call myself an Ambassador…The Invisible is REAL. We have forgotten the awesome power of this relationship. It changes lives in an instant.
For the power of the Invisible to work for you, just accept the invitation and dialogue with THEM as you would your best buddies. Except that these are REAL best buddies. They won’t let you talk shit to Them or about Them, and They will hold you accountable to the HIGHEST standard of human living, much better than the genocidal US MILITARY could ever do.
In search of the HIGHEST? Get HIGH! BE Courageous. Tell the TRUTH! Love yourself! Live for JOY instead of Terror. CREATE a BETTER STORY than the lies being broadcast to you about reality…then go LIVE IT!
This post turned out to be a lot more than a simple thank you, which is all I meant to convey, but my FRIENDS obviously had something a little more to add.
“He descended into Hell. On the Third Day, He rose again, in fulfillment of the Scriptures.”
For many Catholics, and Christians alike, the above passage is a part of the Christ myth that gets very little attention. Perhaps because it is part of a long, monotonous list of beliefs called a Creed, whose droning sound echoes throughout cathedral sound chambers designed to magnify the smallest whisper, and inculcate a state of theta receptivity, that this belief should go unexamined for so long.
Perhaps it is because there was no one there to truly witness what happened.
That would be wrong to state that, though. I, Arthur Danu, AM witness to the events of those three days in Hell. And since we are in the midst of The Apocalypse, I see no better time than now to break the long held wall of silence guarded by the death and skullduggery of Masons who have strayed far away from the True Craft.
Beaten and bruised to a bloody pulp, drained of most of his blood, Jesus grasped hard to regain his composure after crying out that God had abandoned him. He needed to remember, just one more time, WHY he found himself in the gruesome situation at the edge of the Roman Empire and all of Eternity, spit upon by Jews and Gentiles alike, mocked in derision and scorn, dying a socially shameful death between two thieves.
Like a true Master of his Soul, he focused hard and remembered the JOY that made him wealthy. His death was an INITIATION, nothing more. He had known, and seen and WORKED with the INVISIBLE during his entire public ministry, and in the private years of study and courage beforehand, where he learned to risk his life for the PEARL of GREAT PRICE.
His Father was a God of ABUNDANCE. His House was a Room filled with MANY MANSIONS. What is ONE LIFE, to the King who HAS IT ALL? He was NOW that king!
“It is finished!” He said. And so it was!
Light slipped into Darkness. He descended into Hell. Curtains were torn in the Temple and a few Republicans hugged a few Democrats. The print and publishing industry was very excited to have a new holiday to market and produce greeting cards. Parents everywhere groaned at the new expenses these holidays would drain from the family budget. Kids rightfully rejoiced at any excuse to have a holiday from school.
Down in the Darkness of Hell, Jesus waited. He saw a light tunnel off to the distance, with some Grey Aliens pretending to be his family members, inviting him into another round of suffering in the random chance game of karmic craps. Jesus smartly passed. As Christ, he knew there were better offers coming to Him.
A friendly, sensuous hand slipped in front of Jesus and offered him a pomegranate. This fruit of the Dead, given to him by a Queen of The Dead, Persephone Herself, was an offer He was smart enough not to refuse.
Immediately, the pain and the torturous echoes of the maddening death by crucifixion was leaving his Divine awareness. He had managed to hold on to his principle of non-violent loving action in the service of Truth. He had walked his talk. He had cast his spell upon the Earth and it was now forever changed, as it always had been, by LOVE.
Forevermore, the Earth would renew His vision of godly love, because like all visions of godly love, there is a passionate embrace for the living Earth and the sacred feminine that nurtures divine dream into reality,
“Daddy Cool says you can have whatever life you want to live. As many times as you want. They will all be filled with JOY because of what you did in your life as The Christ!” Persephone broke the news with the same joy that takes Her when she makes arrangements for her trip to the Upper World. In human terms, that’s more excitement than getting a refund check of stolen money from the IRS.
A few ideas for fun living immediately manifested in his mind, and he built rooms out for them in his imagination. One of them is about the great Grail King of legend, Arthur Pendragon, now Danu, yours truly.
The other was about an American high school teacher who falls in love with a hot, magical, Faery Queen who just happens to be from Russia. It’s a fun story of how the Second Cold War gets averted just in the nick of time and humanity moves forward into its future with joy instead of terror,
Juiced up by the ecstasy of pomegranate and his now AFFIRMED immortality, Jesus tried out the body of his future life and summoned Satan into his presence.
“Well done, Chief Adversary! That’s quite a convincing spectacle you put on up there in Earth! In earlier times, your challenges were friendlier. Now that you’ve got people believing and worshiping in that one-god nonsense, it tends to get pretty vicious when you get lost in the illusion.”
Satan shifted into the sexy form of Persephone once again, grabbing Jesus by his junk and leading him out to the center of a raging disco dance floor. Rasputin leaped out from the shadows, smelling the scent of sex rising from the loins of nymphs and satyrs alike.
Christ just died! Party time!
Christ is Rising…and he’s packing heat! Party time!
Christ will most certainly cum again! Party Time!
With Rasputin’s vodka-laced invocation complete, the funky strains of Boney M blared and shook the halls of Pluto’s Disco Inferno! He would be extremely jealous of anyone else trying to grab the ass of his semi-annual lover, but watching Persephone being sandwiched between Rasputin and Jesus was a sight that other immortals would be hard pressed to believe.
Dancing in Joy and Truth, Christ Jesus literally burned away the sins of the world and set his heart to peace. It took three days because each day is danced with one of his different sisters. When Joy is reached, Anubis measures the heart against the evidence of the Past, Present and Future.
Being lighter than a feather, He ascended into Heaven, though that’s an odd name to call Jersey City. Glastonbury at least sounded like it was in a high rent district.
Those two lives and more, our resurrected Christ did explore!
It’s getting easier and easier to be Arthur Danu. What could be so hard about stepping into the shoes, or rather, having the shoes of another stepped into, consciously; in a world almost devoid of a practical understanding of magick?
Solitude is certainly a congealing agent in the natural processes of putrefaction and resurrection. Were the destiny of my mortal, magical, friend in the flesh to be driven under the harness of this world’s monomaniacal mental masters, there would not be the place or peace of mind necessary to cultivate what Nature has obviously deemed worthy of cultivation.
What does it mean to be immortal? There are memories living as fantasies in my awareness and certainly many fantasies masquerading around as living memories. In both cases, they too, pass OUT of awareness, and who knows what faculty within me or you enables us to gives them any kind of RECALL at all?
And yet this echoing persists as repeating fractals mathematically and the endless stream of love songs all grasping to capture the same thing.
In some lives, we do capture it. Enjoy the Enlightenment. Despite the ignorance you are likely to see all around you, the higher vibrations of Living Love will sustain the ardor of your living years. It is worth it when The Sisters weave it for you.
These remain: Death, Love, Choice. Sweet are these Eternal Three.
The First, Choice:Speak a Word.
The Second, Love :Brings the Word to You.
The Third, Death:Punctuates the Word…with feeling.
I remember my death as the Grail King. I remember my deaths as kings of other lives. Yet here I am returning once again like a dawn, whether feared for like a coming battle or welcomed as the end of a long and terrible watch on the wall; how will it be when Nature unfurls the plan for me in this rapidly manifesting life of unusual entry!
It’s a grand opportunity. I know this modern world is armoring itself heavily right now in fear of impending war. Yet there is also so much magic in store for those who KNOW MORE. Every effort you have made to understand and know the Invisible side of reality will bear great fruit in the times to come.
Nature is intelligent, even if mankind is not. She knows her children and what we are capable of. She has hosted gods and faeries to guide our way, so that even a child could find love in life.
That’s what we’re all really looking for in life, isn’t it? Simple love.
I get to return to this world in a body that has been carved with love by choices that kept alive an integrity that made it attractive and worthy for a king to inhabit. I’m glad the body is Irish, too, because England needs a lesson in humility. It will be hard pill to swallow knowing your legendary king has returned in the body of a people you regard so lowly. The Gods love creating ironies like that. Twists of Fate, we say poetically.
To all within this reading; You are closer to Camelot, whatever that means to you, than you can possibly realize. If you only could remember what a fantastic world this is, you could make its afflictions disappear!
And hence the dream that caught my attention! Blinded by my knights’ reflections, I saw the visage of a Rainbow Bridge, with my Soul on the other side of it!
He was a calm, peaceful and loving man, covered with a healthy tan, from many hours spent in the sun, creating with Earth and having fun!
He knew a magick like my good friend, Merlyn, who always said that The Spirits heard him. What he saw in his great visions, inspired him to glorious living!
Taught by Nature, he knew his plan, to play with Nymphs like his father, Pan! Not much else would be commanded, for his life was a GIFT, not a thing DEMANDED.
And there…married to a Faery Queen! Even back then, ’tis hard to believe such things! And I’ve had Merlyn for a friend!
He’s a poet, sings a bit, and is frisky, too! Enjoys his cock like its brand new! Yet he’s good at taming shrews!
He’s got the heart that knows no fear, unlike my love for Guinevere, which I knew would bring me tears!
Though there’s darkness in his world, with his Queen there’s a field unfurled of flowing joyous years!
As illusions of my kingdom returned to the forefront of my mind, I sighed a prayer of gratitude for the sustaining vision with which my Spirit had gifted me. Magically, I knew Merlyn would have an insight or two that would give me solace in my form at that time. What I didn’t know was that my vision had impressed him in a completely different way that I wouldn’t understand until another lifetime.
My Fellow Americans (for the short- term future anyway),
I hear, with every email you send, with every tweet, or “like”, or Google “+1″….your Soul twisting and contorting as you try to find a good reason to vote for Trump. Not voting for Hillary is a good line of thinking. But it is also equally noblenot to vote for Trump.
Both of them are friends. They run in the same circles of power, kissing asses and telling lies on a regular basis. They are both fanatical about going down on Israel and taking it up the pooper from them.
It is laughable…in the most sad, comedic-tragic kind of way, that the selections for president over and beyond the last quarter century have all had very close ties to the Bush Crime family and the International Gang of Terrorists known as The Trilateral Commission.
Furthermore, the genocide in the Middle East (over 2 million and counting!) and the deterioration of both the economy and the political life of America are sure to continue under either of these two.
I know you know who Peter and Doreen Hendrickson are. I know you know the truth they uncovered in CRACKING THE CODE, The FASCINATING TRUTH ABOUT TAXATION IN AMERICA. (www.losthorizons.com)
As long as this KNOWLEDGE remains hidden, brushed under the table and unknown by the majority of our fellow Americans, no amount of reform, or political rhetoric, or the mental contortions Americans are trying to put themselves through to swallow this 2016 Election bullshit, will make a damned bit of difference.
By not voting in this election, one is not giving up a sacred duty won hard by the American lives sacrificed on the fields of battle. One is HONORING THE DEAD by saying,
“Your sacrifice is so important to me that I will not have it mocked by participating in what is obviously and evil charade AGAINST the American people.”
Please pass this along your network, if you resonate with the message.
Dale of Silvermoon, CO Colony –Karaoke Cover™ King, Arthur Danu just released his latest musical contribution to A Decade of Love (2012-2022) today. Spell 47 was cast in honor of the excellent work done so far by one of his Faery Spirit guides, The Pookah. Here’s what Arthur had to say on the release of his music video:
“My destiny as Arthur Danu in this life is to empower the flowering of truth by nurturing environments of JOY within the Self and the surrounding, natural landscapes of The Great Mother. My way of doing this will be varied, mystical and wonderful. The Pookah is teaching me so much about spontaneous playfulness and it’s great power to disarm fear and hatred. I think this is a wonderful lesson for all of us to ponder at this seminal Summer of Change.
Surrounded now by many varieties of hares and rabbits, I am having thoughts of abundance and horny playfulness. I enjoy my body in my mid-forties much more than I did when I was supposed to be in “my prime”, back in my studly twenties. I had a lot of fun back then, make no mistake about it, but there was a part of me that was always fighting inside of myself. I didn’t feel worthy of the goodness Life offered to me then; the cultural conditioning had done its job effectively, at least for a little while.
But like fucking rabbits, the gods spawn multiple opportunities for us to “clean up our acts”, which though it sounds boring and sacrificial, actually winds up increasing one’s capacity for joy, ease and abundance; as well as lessening the necessity for striving so arduously against time and seasoning.
I believe in humankind and I believe in Love. The two ARE NOT INSEPARABLE. You have been told that God is LOVE. Now add HUMAN into that equation, for it is MAN who created the WORD, and the Word is God. God, therefore, must SERVE MAN. Even in the plural multiplicity of the great singularity, you can say correctly that The Gods must serve humankind.
If you follow the White Rabbit into this reality tunnel long enough, you will come out the other side to the great Paradise of your longing. But never get too comfortable anywhere. The ticking of TIME will drive you madly from one room to the next, unless you wake up and create an adventure where TIME has to catch up with YOU!”
Mooney stood on the outermost skirts of the Dale of Silvermoon, observing the contrast of the dry Iron Hills, sentry pawns to the ruling Queen of this land, Silver Mountain; she too laid bare and dry by the relentless sun. Were it not also for the relentless wind, a balmy river of refreshing air infusing the landscape with a peaceful, dreamy feeling, the residents here might feel as wound up with anger and hatred as the rest of the country seems to be, but probably isn’t, too. After all, if 25 years of U.S.-led genocide in the Middle East hasn’t provoked an outrage of murderous mass revolution in a country where the people are taught genocide isn’t okay, then nothing pretty much will.
“Nothing” of the modern variety, that is.
Patrick felt the WYRD vibe of the MOTHER CURRENT, or perhaps one of THE SISTERS was tussling the strings for the immediate future of humanity. Beyond the drones that have become normalized as acceptable tools for the killing of civilians, ground controlled robots have recently entered the fray. For those still aligning with the narratives of the mainstream, masonic establishment, it seemed that the prophecy outlined in the first volume of The Book of Danu was coming true even faster than the wizard realized when he penned it after his adventures in Ireland
But that also meant that the OTHER PROPHECY was coming true, too!!!
For in that volume a wondrous future for humanity was beheld in a moment as sacred and holy as recorded in any and all scripture of human and divine invention. A JOYOUS, human-friendly, heart-centered world that did not swallow the bullshit lie of the phony war on terror would emerge by the power of CHOICE. Driven by the sheer madness of the 9/11 lie, and the accelerated, genocidal devastation that has been wrought upon the world and it’s short term future, sentient Souls from all walks of life on this planet were stirred into activity like red ants defending a kicked anthill.
To the observing mind, the blaze of activity seems like random panic. But PANic is not random even though it be irrational. In the world of Natural Magic, logic is subservient to what is Invisible and ultimately unknowable. Encountering such a Power of mighty force and intelligence, the child of the Earth learns that surrendering to this Power is the wisest and most logical of all the choices that can be made in our living existence. It was prerequisite to being a wizard, in the very least.
It was when Mooney surrendered his willful fight against injustice, born from a very traumatized ego, and turned his magic over to the Power of Love, that the tide began to turn in the favor of Good, and the sprouts of abundance and justice could be seen wherever Patrick walked, like mushrooms of the most magic variety.
People everywhere KNOW now that “ISIS” is funded by the United States and Great Britain, Saudi Arabia and Israel, not to mention the Toyota Automotive company. They are waking up to the fact that Vladimir Putin, the supposed defender of the “free Christian world” is also a boogeyman for the New World Order, playing “good cop” to NATO’s “bad cop”.
Hitler’s daughter is caught in the middle of it all, and feeling the unpleasant squeeze of a Europe about to go pop! It won’t be too long before the American citizenry, too, finally sees clearly that their future has already been decided for them, and it isn’t pretty.
How many will choose a different path before it’s too late? Taking counsel with His Guides, Patrick was shown the great promise of a long awaited for prayer, whose answer was now born and was, like a precious gift of living love, a pregnant pause away. “Always, the nurturing Mother gives more than enough time to choose, and more than enough milk to sustain Her children towards the seemingly long journey to mature fulfillment,” the wizard pondered.
One particular guide, The Pookah, or, as has been written of before, the Native American Heyokah, has provided the most excellent service to the white wizard in this still unfolding year. Sent by The Sidhe to Patrick because of it’s familiarity and friendliness with the Southwest climate and The Dwarves that work its Iron Hills and Silver Mountains, both Patrick and his Queen, Lady Zara, were led to a place that looked in many ways like a Southwest version of the Nuelandel lands in the colony of Virginia.
The land even had a property on it that looked like a miniature Monroe Institute! Not coincidentally, the place was created for the purpose of uniting artists with consciousness exploration and a liberating, empowering spirituality. All that was missing was the right people to occupy it.
“Take this land and property and steward it with your love. What you gift to humanity from here will also be our joy to give, for you are the fulfillment of a dream we had in our hearts long ago, but our efforts were thwarted by dark, ancestral magic, which your two, pure hearts have driven away with compassion and understanding.”
Seamus, the Dwarf King of The Dale, and his consort Queen Devraselve, were united in their words, though the Queen spoke them with the warm heart and friendliness for which Dwarves are renown for in times of peace and plenty. To have the hospitality of a Dwarf is to take the comfort found in Hobbit holes and have it exponentially magnified to that of the richest villa atop the most luxurious penthouse suite.
With little spared for their care and comfort, Patrick and Zara set to work anchoring this portion of the Rainbow Bridge that Heimdall had opened to them last October. There would be three other points to anchor around the world, but that is the unfolding of a grander story that will be told with the expanding power of the Decade of Love.
With fire and song, The Four Corners now vibrate a response to the Weaving Ones.
I’m not going to rail against “the system” anymore. The “system” will always be here, in one form or another. As Christ once said, “You will ALWAYS have the poor among you.” This means, despite the best of intentions, MAN, who walks most blindly on this Earth, will perpetually STUMBLE and FALL.
Back in the year 2000, I happily voted for George Shrub, Jr. I thought he was intelligent, and like his father before him, a capable leader! It was easy for me to see the sleaze of both Bill Clinton and Al Gore during the 1990s, largely because my head was enjoying the fellatio that radio voices like Sean Hannity, Rush Limbaugh and Michael Savage were all too eager to deliver, going down on me like my cock really mattered. And I was not on pharmaceutical drugs, nor was I drinking a lot or smoking marijuana at all. I could debate the “correctness” of my viewpoint with anybody, anywhere, anytime and feel confident that my “logic” would carry me, and this world, towards victory.
This is the mind of the stupid. I was one. I was that Precambrian American, eating shit food, thinking shit thoughts, living a shit life, and fooling myself that my contributions in life were making a difference to anyone, especially me. What did it take to wake me up out of the stupor of such arrogant and indolent thinking?
I’m sorry to say it, but the deaths of three thousand fellow Americans woke me up. I had been standing on top of The World Trade Center less than ten days before the Israeli Mossad pulled off their controlled demolitions and sent the world into an accelerated orgy that was determined to top the slaughter of the 20th century. I took 9/11 personally.
I could no longer ignore the restless stirrings of my soul that had been building to a slow boil, noticeably since 1998, when it began to dawn on me that America has been killing GOOD PEOPLE, both at home and abroad, for a long, long, time. I counted myself among the dead from that September day forward, and life treated me like it, too. I allowed family and friendly associations to be destroyed, because I could no longer play the game of “pretend”, which is what American life largely is today.
Pretend sports. Pretend politics. Pretend medicine. Pretend relationships. Pretend spirituality and religion. The world is a place for children, no matter the size of our bodies or the length of the years one has lived.
So what was happening to me? I was maturing. I was learning how to face my fears, to gain audience with The Divine, and to re-direct my living towards that state of Being. Eventually, after over a decade of painful but rewarding devotion to the TRUTH, the pieces of my life clicked together into the satori-aha-superluminal orgasm of Enlightenment. I was WHOLE to myself once again.
Once again? Yes. One can fall out of the state of enlightenment. There were other lives where I knew what I know now, but there are also many more where I am sure to find myself in the struggles of realizing the divine. The life I live now is a blessing to those other lives, just as the other enlightened lives of mine have been a guiding blessing to me in this one. This is the REALITY of the EVER-PRESENT.
There is no real sorrow in being stupid, and no real joy in being enlightened. Those are emotional fluctuations available to ALL that live. What enlightenment gives is PEACE. The struggles of the outside world remain there, and do not touch the SANCTUARY of The ARCHITECT, who remains joyously ensconced in the center of it all.
In 2004, the presidential election between Kerry and Bush, Skull and Bones fraternal brothers in masturbation, was even more of a charade than this one, save for the fact that Kerry did not have the OVERT criminal track record of Mrs. Clinton.
In 2008, when Kenyan Obama broke all the rules of election to beat Mr. Smithers (John McCain) and his porn-Milf running mate, most people didn’t care because white-guy Bush had broken so many rules in his administration. Who can keep a brother down after a terrible show like that? What most people didn’t see was that Obama was a “cracker”, too.
So here we are in 2016, where the BEST that this country can produce for “one of the most important political offices in the world” is a committed, treasonous felon (Clinton) and a TV showman who is in the pocket of The Bankers. Both of them are being digitally manipulated up their rectums by Bibi Netanyahu and the Rothschild State of Israel, and the other lieutenants of The Adversary.
Beautiful, isn’t it? What a resounding achievement of American education, ethics and morality! We truly must be the greatest country on Earth!-)
Lost so far in all of this writing is a bit of a retrospective look at an earlier writing of mine, which is posted below. Back in 2003, I had been observing the anti-war movement that flowered all over the world. I watched as the major mass media outlets ignored it all, just like courts and juries and police officers were ignoring their duties and enabling treason to find deeper roots in our country.
But, at least back then, THERE WAS AN ANTI-WAR MOVEMENT. Now, in 2016, there is none at all. Genocide has become the normal business of the day, both at home and abroad, and it seems that most people have resigned themselves to waiting for the government to tell them when their time is up.
Welcome to the Zombie Apocalypse!
SINFUL WEEKEND Peace Protesters Continue to Miss the Mark
(10/28/03) This past weekend saw the Peace Movement surge onto the scene once again with renewed vigor as tens of thousands gathered at rallies in San Francisco and Washington, DC.
Emboldened by potential evidence that the US government misled the American people into endorsing the Iraq invasion, the movement now places its focus on removing President Bush and his Neo-Con cabal. Whether that removal comes through a Democratic victory in next year’s election or an even rarer chance of impeachment, the final result will still be a monumental and sinful waste of time.
Just as in last week’s editorial, the reader must come to an understanding of this inciting and insightful word before one voices their protest. According to the ancient Greek, the word that became translated as “sin” in our language is the word amartano. Amartano simply means “to miss the mark” as in an archer aiming for a target.
The reason this needs to be understood is because for too long, too many humans have associated the word sinful to mean any action that has the disapproval of some all-powerful deity.That no such deity exists, and therefore, no weighty judgment either, is a basic understanding necessary to the unlearning process and the empowering of the human spirit.
In light of this knowledge, it is clear that the Peace Movement will fail to achieve peace because it continues to miss the mark in its myopic aims.
By calling for a change in the present US administration, the movement places its hopes for peace squarely on the shoulders of the Democratic Party. This supposed opposition party is merely another mask on the face of the same power elite who are orchestrating the wars for oil across the globe.
The short-term memory of the peace protestor forgets that the Democrats in Congress voted almost unanimously to authorize the President’s War on Terror to begin with. They also voted in lock step with the Republican Party to bring both versions of the Patriot Act into law.
Most egregiously, not one of the current representatives has voiced the charge that the Bush Administration had a direct hand in orchestrating the events of September 11th, both through direct foreknowledge and criminal negligence in defense of the country.
Many of the Protestors will also forget that the stage for September 11th was set perfectly by the actions of the Clinton Administration. Osama Bin Laden was long in the cross-hairs of US terrorism investigators and several chances for his capture were allowed to expire without action. Deeply lost in the memory of the Dot.com 90’s are Clinton’s connection to a CIA drug running operation in Mena Airport, Arkansas as well as some financial ties to George Bush Sr.
Until these issues are addressed openly, and not behind the closed doors of some select “bi-partisan” congressional committee, then any change of administration will simply play into the hands of the power elite.
The game of these power brokers is to make people think their vote and their voice matter by having some populist expression of discontent result in some apparently powerful action, such as the removal of a sitting president from office.
While the protestors cheer at their apparent victory, the powerful jeer at them from behind closed doors. All that effort will place a new man in the seat of power, but that new man will still be a “company man”. The people of California will soon see the truth in this.
What then must those concerned about global peace do if they are to see their dreams come to fruition? The answer is twofold. The first is that the peace movement must begin to seriously educate its followers about the nature of the power structures that rule the world. This knowledge is crucial because as long as you try to reform the system, the system itself will fight any effort to do so.
Unlearners know this is so because the system serves the powerful and not the dis-empowered masses of the world, despite any lip service to the contrary. The second important step is to create a new system with clearly defined agendas that are dictated to the system and not vice versa. While these ideas will be explored in my upcoming book, others are stating them eloquently as well.
As it currently stands, The Institute of Unlearning cautions anyone who chooses to participate in the Peace Protest Movement. It is disturbing that the solutions presented by the movement are merely addressing symptoms instead of attacking the root causes to human conflict in the world. One should be suspicious about the high ranking leadership of the movement, as it is highly possible that they are yet another face of the many-headed Hydra that is the power elite.
Will humans continue to be led around a maze of lies and false hopes in this truly climactic time of human consciousness? The world controllers are betting that we will. Unlearners, on the other hand, must delve deeply into their own consciousness to find not only the peace that will liberate them, but also the power that will enable them to manifest their intentions without missing the mark. A thousand or a million poorly aimed intentions are not nearly as powerful as one sharply focused.
Dale of Silvermoon, CO Colony – A young friend of mine recently crossed the important threshold of his 21st birthday. I remember what that day and those moments felt like to me, just a tad more than half my life ago.
For me, it was the knowledge and the feeling that I did not have to answer to anybody, anymore, about anything. I was, in the theory of functioning society, the commander of my own ship.
In reality, I was already in the grips of deep servitude to student loan debt (though not as deeply as today’s outrageous and scandalous numbers report). My government was already claiming unjust and illegal ownership of my paltry earnings, and I was ignorant enough to happily give them their share of it. I had managed to stay free from the entanglements of love, yet was open to being snared at any moment if the right pair of legs walked along with a friendly enough smile and a catching sparkle to her eye. More so, I was a prisoner to the jaded human conventions of sex and sexuality, god and religion, Democrook and Republicon, Yankees and Mets. Ultimately, I was deeply asleep, tucked away in the dream of American fascism that slowly unfolded into an American nightmare.
But despite the world’s many attempts to disenfranchise me from the power of my own choice to make something out of this life, I managed to free myself from the dangerous illusions that were holding me back from true happiness. To anyone feeling happy for the simple fact that you have aged to the point where you are now considered a legal adult, enjoy the moment. But if you want to multiply that feeling many times over, and also discover that there is a universe of potentials for living that are not filled with insurmountable debt and a bleak future where everything is not tainted with the intent and effects of genocide, then; as soon as you are able, come to embrace the three following gifts that the Gods in their divine wisdom have stewarded safely to you down through the Ages.
A Love for the Truth. First and foremost, the Truth inside of YOU is what you are called to steward. By the time you have reached the adult age, your integrity has been most likely severely compromised, especially if you spent any time collecting degrees after high school, and even more especially anyone educated after the Kennedy assassination and9/11, where Bush Crime Family money buys the facts that a “single bullet” hit several passengers in the President’s motorcade from many obtuse angles and that “burning jet fuel”, imbued with Islamic black magic from the wizardry of Osama Bin Laden, broke all the rules of physics by bringing down three steel framed skyscrapers in one day, in symmetrical fashion nonetheless.
Science is not science anymore, but a political priesthood instead. They are seeking the power of the Inquisition and it may not be too long before the world foolishly grants it to them. In many instances and places, they already have.
The Gods have set the highest price on truth and glories, so that when we attain them, we feel richly rewarded for our achievements and discoveries. Furthermore, what we gain will also have the added joy of being in the service of our fellow human family. All other attainments, no matter how richly adorned or famed will feel hollow and turn to dust when the illusion of their integrity wears off.
Be wise at a young age and learn to trust your feelings. While the truth can be frightening when it is revealed, it is also extremely liberating, and has a lighter feeling than the heaviness of lies and illusion. This is why the state of TRUTHFULNESS is called enlightenment. When your Soul is free enough to fly among the Stars and the Gods at will, welcome in any quadrant of the Galaxy or mighty hall of Asgard, you may say that you are light enough to know the truth of the Love Divine.
If you set your heart on this and surrender it not, this treasure of all treasures will be yours. If you surrender it for a kindly illusion along the way, be grateful for that, and know you have another life waiting for you to continue onwards toward whatever is ultimate for you!
Everything else is secondary to the injunction above. What will foster that growth and discovery faster and more amazingly than any human teacher is the cultivation of a genuine Love for Nature. Seek out Her wisdom in walks, soak in the healings from Her waters, acquire knowledge through the practice of growing something with loving care.
On the road to your truth, you will often feel alone. Cultivating a love for Nature can practically guarantee that you never feel this way. See the Moon as you would see your own ass. Love the Sun the way you love your genitals. Gaze out among the Stars and see the legions of your adoring friends and family! Their messages will come to you as visits from the animals, and your heart will know a romance that cannot be found in human relations alone, for all romances have their origin in the Earth. They are the echoes of love songs left by divinity consorting with itself endlessly.
Filled up with this kind of love, you will be a great lover of people, too. Many return to nature seeking to escape the human condition, forgetting that “human” is natural, too. Once reminded, you can bring that knowledge anywhere and everywhere, and begin to consciously heal that in society which ails you.
Lastly, the two loves above in their transformative partnership will find many frictions soothed, eased and released with a
Love for The Invisible. There will always be MORE to life than what any of us, individually or collectively, can say about it. Things are constantly in a state of unfolding, or to say it as the Ancients would; the Sisters are constantly weaving.
Since some part of the Invisible is INSIDE YOU… yes?
If you are unsure, ask yourself whether there is a place inside of you or something that is hidden about you from all others, or; even if it can be seen, can’t be pointed to? If the answer is “yes”, congratulate yourself on having some self-awareness!
Continuing. Since the Invisible is inside you, that means you have access, at any moment, to things that are unknown, and possibly thought of as impossible. Some people call this the imagination. Many try to pretend it doesn’t exist, disregard it as a genetic malfunction, or denigrate it’s power through fearful and ignorant superstitions and practices. Nevertheless, it remains inextinguishable and inexhaustible, just like everything else in Nature.
Yes. We see the passing of years and the dying of things. But don’t we also see constant renewal and opportunity within each new dawn, each new thought, or even each new breath?
How long has this been going on for? Who can tell? Humans are billions of years old. Anomalous artifacts long predating anything our history says is possible have been found on this Earth. These are the remnants of imaginations long ago. Are they returning to us now?
One little desire to wish my friend a happy birthday turned into a musical magical spell that I call Sweet Earth of Mine, which is a slight change to Neil Diamond’s original Sweet Caroline. That video turned into such a joyful creative experience for me that I had many great insights about my own story of divine development in this life., which prompted this beautiful narrative that you’re reading.
One of my artistic friends in this life said that my singing persona, like my spirit, was very reminiscent of Neil Diamond. He meant it as a jibe, associating Neil’s music with a schmaltzy sentimentality that just isn’t out there in the real, everyday experience of people. But I took the comparison as a compliment.
Neil Diamond’s music is undeniably entertaining. Besides songs sung from his own incredible voice, he has penned smash hits for many other acts as well, too many for me to name here. The feeling his music engenders strikes rich tones in the emotional palette of my human experience. It’s great to be in a crowd when they get taken over by one of his songs, as almost every sports or college bar knows with Sweet Caroline blaring as beer is spilled everywhere.
I thought putting those great feelings into a prayer of gratitude for Mother Earth would be the best way to revivify a simple, noble and true song. From the bottom of my heart, please enjoy this latest spell in a Decade of Love (2012-2022).
The days I am living now are the best of my life. I surrender my humanity to Nature’s divine plan!