Dale of Silvermoon, CO Colony – Now that the victory of president-elect Donald Trump is beginning to feel like a used condom after a night of sloppy, drunken sex, even amongst his own supporters, it’s good to be turning our short attention spans once again toward the task of building something better and more wonderful than the world you’ve been complaining about.
The good news is that, while the work is challenging, arduous, and part of a karmic balancing act, it is also full of wonderful, sensual, truly loving sex magick, that will set your Soul on fire with a DESIRE to live the divine life again.
Because if you don’t have that desireto know the divine in this life, with a gusto and passion that will not be denied, you will be denied. Let’s make this point really clear and simple from the get-go. There is no false advertising on this road you might be thinking about traveling, but it is full of illusion.
This illusion is your gift to your Self, just the same way that you gift yourself the pleasure of sitting in front of the television and watching your favorite movie, or reading your favorite screeds, whether on screens or in scrolls. And just like some movies can be vividly real for you, so too, can the divine life reveal itself as super-luminously real.
I pray that this experience come true to each and every one of you.
See? I can only point to the thing I’m talking about with these words and pictures, but Sidhe‘s as real as that beastly passionate woman orgasming all over this website through the portal of my poetograph.
I don’t think my Mother had too many moments like the one depicted here, despite delivering five boys to the world for the continued glory of the Roman Catholic Church. She knew a lot of pain in her life, on all levels, for long stretches of years, finally finding Death the way a tired Soul might collapse in the desert for lack of water.
As her son, wrestling with the emerging consciousness of my own divinity, I sought to unravel the knots of suffering that so strangle the Irish Soul, the American Soul, the World Soul. What Victory could a Son deliver to a suffering Mother other than to live a life of Joy?
So my love for women grew. And my cock grew. And our pleasures multiplied; those who fancied spending time with me in naked repose, enjoying life before we died.
The search for sexual ecstasy is the dance of the divine. If you’re going to step onto the dance floor, only your best moves will get you the partner you’re looking for.
Here’s another guideline that’s best said in the beginning, middle and end:
Truth is your best move.
Yes. That means rejection from other people. Lots of it. You’re just gonna have to get used to that until it isn’t like that anymore.
It won’t be like that anymore when there is a greater understanding of how the divine manifests in life through the intelligent, conscious workings of Nature.
The only way you can contribute to that work effectively is to make sure it is accomplished inside of you. By that time, you will be in Paradise, whether the world is there with you or not. It won’t really matter at that point, even if you’re a Bodhisattva.
The work is done without a LUST FOR RESULT, even though Lust is the starting point of our journey and a key component and lesson in the successful undertaking and completion of the work.
What’s all this talk about “work”?
Does the Sun work? Is the Celestial Throne built upon toil?
The poet William Blake looked to the sun and saw choirs of angels surrounding it, singing Hallelujah a lot better than Leonard Cohen ever did. If you listen to this that kind of Pythagorean music, I think you’ll notice there’s an element of joy that’s blazingly obvious.
Cultivate joy. As a son of Pan, sexual pleasure is a true joy in this life, and it certainly has been a big part of the criteria I’ve set for a joyful life. You can set your criteria whatever way you want. This is an abundant universe that will lovingly respond to your will.
This was the great wisdom of Aleister Crowley‘s Thelema. True magick reveals that each individual can cultivate a relationship with Nature that is as deeply personal as your desire to find someone who truly understands and sees you for who you truly are.
Once you have this, deep down to your root chakra and invested all the way up your spine to your serpentine crown, then you become a Pendragon, and you may create the Camelot of your own heart’s inspired imagination.
My writing today may wander a bit as I impress my latest magical spell with a concoction of thoughts that I find awakening, liberating and polarizing. It’s a similar situation to what’s going on outside and inside the world as it is right now. My comments regarding the character of Newt Gingrich are best left inside of my video homage to Dr. Seuss below.
I am amazed at what I am seeing today. What’s left of the United States of America after this most sour and detestable election is a fragmented citizenry finally asking the question, “Where do we go from here?”
Unfortunately, the people that are asking that question most loudly are those disaffected people who, for some reason that only their own stupidity can fathom, thought that choosing a murderous traitor who thoroughly ensconces herself with pedophiles, was actually a great choice for the future of this country.
This is not to say that that those who voted for Donald Trump are somehow better, “right” or more smartly inclined to lead the future of this country. Far from it. Remember that the Clintons were guests at Donald Trump’s wedding. Good friends all around. “Good people,” says president-elect Trump of the ranking lieutenants in the Bush Crime Family, they themselves only generals in the Army of Chappaquiddick.
Deep within the belly of all those who voted in this election is the underlying fear of their own powerlessness. They voted in the election because the FELT they had to do something for the future, but their own imaginations were not powerful enough to imagine a world where they didn’t have to choose between a small assortment of shit sandwiches. So America bit into it hard again, and finds itself again wondering why there is such a bad taste in its mouth and why the world is either politely or impolitely turning their faces from our putrid stench.
It is not so hard to notice, either, that the other nations of the world have equally bad breath, for they have sold and consumed their own lies to one another and the world with equal relish and contempt for the human situation.
This plague of powerlessness and confusion will eventually kill the host body of humanity unless it makes a concerted and willful effort to embrace TRUTH in all dealings of life. And this is where the great question of philosophy and religion and spirituality and law and politics and science all converge:
What is TRUTH?
Is Truth the best PROPAGANDAMONEY CAN BUY?
Or is Truth a FREE GIFT OF THE DIVINE TO ALL HUMANITY?
The modern prophecy of Led Zeppelin states that “If we all call the tune, then the piper will lead us to reason.”
I called the tune in 2001 shortly after Rudy Giuliani, another potential member of Trump’s cabinet, stage-managed a controlled demolition of The World Trade Center complex in downtown Manhattan and then quickly removed the evidence that would have surely indicated, and still does indicate, a controlled demolition of all three skyscrapers on that glorious September day.
To my most incredible amazement, even still to this moment, the Divine answered meand led me on an such an incredible and fantastic journey of the Soul and the human drama that I finally did come to realize the truth of enlightenment.
And like the Goddess Persephone did for so many millions of humans prior to the imprisoning tortures of monotheism, She dropped me back into the illusion of space-time, after first revealing it as a kind of farce-with-a-purpose, and gave me a choice.
I chose to cast the spell of A Decade of Love (2012-2022). I believe in a glorious human future because we have a glorious human past. The history you have been taught in schools is utter trash. Which is why much of the world looks like trash to us today. The old saying of “garbage in-garbage out” applies.
And what made for a glorious human past? I believe it will soon be remembered that the only way to a glorious human future will be through a re-awakening of the collective human spirit to a conscious working relationship with the Invisible, Divine powers of Natural, and highly Intelligent forces.
The future is not with Artificial Intelligence. As I said before, no such thing exists or will ever exist whose Intelligence is apart from Nature. This is knowable to anyone capable of even the slightest bit of contemplation. What is passed for as Artificial Intelligence these days is propaganda for the robot violence that will be unleashed on humanity once we turn our attention to dismantling the prison we’ve built all around us. The establishments of concurrent power all over the world will not go down without a fight. Evil is always prepared to spill blood. Good, not always. That’s what makes good people good.
And a lot of good people are going to die in the coming changes. You say that’s unfair, but what about all the good people who have already died…millions of them in the last two decades alone, without so much as a concerned peep from you as you forked over your working money to a murderous government and voted for one lying, genocidal president after another?
I was stunned, temporarily, to hear quasi-folk hero Dave Chappellecall lame-duck president Obama “a good dude” during his recent appearance on Saturday Night Live. That is a perfect example of the kind of confusion I am talking about that is rampant all over the country.
Chappelle was swooned and seduced by the image of a White House full of partying Black People. I can grok the meaning of the historical precedent he was articulating for the audience that night. But does this allow us to brush away the countless now murdered during his eight years of administration, equally as horrific as those America experienced under Bush II? People trusted Obama to deliver this country OUT of the wars in the Middle East, not to continue and expand them. Instead, he pushed harder on the gas pedal and doubled down on the American economy to fail, too. All the Black People being murdered by police and each other in America didn’t stop under his watch and their communities are no more empowered today than they were before he came into office. Obama’s legacy will simply be, as I stated before, in proving that a black man is capable of being just as much a political criminal as a white man. In my book, that’s a good lesson for the politically correct crowd to chew and swallow.
This was a great and remembered piece of knowledge from our past;
that NOBILITY of the human Soul is not created by RACE, RELIGION, SEX, CULTURE CREED, or FINANCIAL station in life, nor is it the exclusive province of any of those. Nobility of the Soul is built by the choices that one chooses to be responsible for. The most noble are those who use the abundance Nature has gifted them with for the continued abundance of others.
What servant of Life would find argument with this? What stops us from being more of this ourselves?
There lies the battle you must fight. It is not out in the streets, protesting this election that changed nothing and only accelerated the death of the USA. America is now trying to save a system that is murderous to itself and to the world. This is a tortured irony to watch.
But that is all I can do. When confronted with a DIVINE REALITY of LOVE and ABUNDANCE, you see that there is enough time and enough of everything for everyone to find the happiness they came into life looking to find and express.
To live in this abundance means to allow people to get there in their own time and their own way, however artful or ugly it may appear to you. The kindest thing we can do for each other is to remind ourselves of this choice and to assist in the sharing of the benefits we receive as unconditional love is poured our way.
Comedian and social spokesperson,Dick Gregory, made remarks recently on television, too, similar in thought to what is written here, that America is finished because it is incapable of recognizing what a good decision is anymore. To see this kind of talk on television today is a clear sign that America is fractured and authority structures everywhere are about to crumble.
And they should. We’ve built something lousy and we’ve got to admit it. You want ideas on what to replace it with?
I don’t think you’re ready for that. First we have to build up good people within ourselves again. No matter what system you try to invent to solve problems, if you fill it with bad people, it will turn out bad.
So that’s the first place and the last place to begin. How have YOU empowered the monstrosity of life that is before you now?
If you do your work diligently, you can unfold a lifetime of hurts very quickly and bring them to healing and useful integration. By very quickly, I mean maybe a decade of your life, plus or minus a few years depending upon your personal kung-fu.
After that, you will have the clarity to at least KNOW what is the right course of action for you to take without waiting for the TV or the internet or your smart phone to tell you.
For the world to change positively, there will have to be an agreement on human friendly principlesand values in accord with Natural understanding, which will take some time to learn again because many of us have cut ourselves off from the voices of Nature.
But Nature is POWERFUL and ALL-FORGIVING to those who sincerely strive to live in TRUTH.
And this is the greatest lesson the Gods have ever taught me.
For many millions of people, the 2016 Presidential Election is the political equivalent of Hulk Hogan going up against Andre the Giant way back in Wrestlemania III, when I was still masturbating to porno magazines that had not yet found the courage to show full oral copulation or penile penetration. Those were desperate and fun times, just like the present moment.
Caught in the illusion and sadness of this spectacle, which truly indeed has the larger world very frightfully worried and afraid, will be the millions of people who are once again actually duped into feeling good about participating in this obvious, lawless charade.
They will be angry beyond recompense when either side feels that they have become the victims of the globalist fraud America has been exposed to be. In Great Britain, the government is busy dodging allegations of pedophilia at the highest levels, all the way up to the “powerless, ceremonial, culturally vital” Crown. The Clinton email scandal has tipped the iceberg of America’s participation in this global network of baby fuckers and nation rapers. If it goes and delves as deeply as they’ve done in Britain, well…let’s just say that this country, and certainly the present culture, is not disarmed from expressing itself in ways that are surprising and shocking beyond belief.
Those sins and many more are about to be poured out into the open of the collective conscious. Even the wide open yet unopposed sins of poisonous child vaccinations, genital circumcisions, chemtrailing and the outright political and financial theft of the working classes are about to be perceived with a new clarity of vision that has not been here, on this planet, in a long while.
Why is it coming now? Why this moment in time? Why will the Collective be largely unable to kick these problems down the road into an autistic future afraid of emotional turbulence?
Because it will clearly be seen that war has been made upon mankind. This war is the war that has echoed in our minds and souls from a very long time ago. It is a war of a broken heart, destroyed planets, misleading ambitions and confused sexual identities. It is a battle fought in lost histories and in the highest temple sanctuaries. It is a Gordian knot binding the Soul as the Dragon of Fire coils in preparation of unleashing its elemental fury upon its hopeless, time-bound captive.
The human mind can only take so much pressure before it cracks. The Earth will fracture along with it, as well any semblance of the political bonds that has held the nation states together.
To the globalist agents that read my screeds, what I’m describing to you sounds like porn to them. This is what they have been fantasizing about for centuries. Their orgasm is a nuclear explosion, or as many as the gods of destructionpermit them to get away with.
And who are the Gods of Destruction?
Why YOU, of Course!!!
It is YOU who have permitted things to get to the condition that they are in now. I’ve watched this country ignore the truth about 9/11 for 15 years now. This country is currently in an up-rage over the amount of Black people being killed by police and the influx of Muslim and Mexican refugees being brought into our borders. But no one seems to be in an up-rage over the millions of people we’ve blasted to oblivion over the past decade, or even the continued, outright assault on our future through the forcing of vaccinations on our children.
We have chosen to be monsters instead of the children of gods, only the mirror that we are looking into just hasn’t cracked yet.
Stuck in the Middle with Youis another note sang in the service of cracking that mirror.
I’ve written already about the fact that there is no true difference between Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump, both willing servants of Israel and the ongoing slaughter of the Middle East, as well as the continued extortion of the American people through the Income Tax and Obamacare.
But ultimately, there’s got to be room for me to inject some joy and levity into this story, and I’ve got to thank the body-blasting cast of Johnny Knoxville and his Jackass crew for adding so much visual excellence to the background of my sonic sorcery.
So what is the good news in all of this?
The Truth is getting easier to see! Once seen, CORRECTIONS can be made! I once heard a wise sage say that 50% of wisdom is FUCKING UP! The other 50% is in actually making the correction so that one no longer lives in error.
So there’s plenty of room for forgiveness, which is a very delicious and divine experience to perceive and receive! I have forgiven the world for 9/11 and the whole host of other crimes I’ve been exposing and railing about for the last 15 years. At the same time, I’ve been aggressively changing my ways so that I live in more alignment with NATURAL DIVINE WISDOM.
That has brought me the greatest love of all, and a vision of a truly abundant future as exciting as the American Dream once felt in the heart of people who felt REAL PRIDE in being an American. I used to be one of them. But now, I AM so much MORE!
A Kingdom of Heaven should feel no less than that, and certainly more, yes?
The possibilities for changing the present state of things in a peaceful and organized way are as great as they have ever been. I have to thank what the internet has called the forces of evil, the NWO, or the Illuminati, or whatever cool-sounding name there is for the circle-jerking committee of human enslavement, for that achievement.
That’s right. They’ve consciously built a technological framework for your continued enslavement, and they really haven’t even begun to tighten the screws yet, when you see what we’re truly capable of doing to each other.
But in that moment before the signal to begin the Artificially Intelligent future of their design, the Monkey King gets to throw a wrench in the works, or at least moon you in the face with a loving celestial fart.
Spell 050 has a bit of that whiff to it, too. Praise goes to Stealers Wheel for the song and to Quentin Tarantino for its introduction into my consciousness. The song obviously worked well in the movie, and I think it has found a higher octave of expression as the chosen theme song for the 2016 selection not yet elected.
So, we can either crack the egg and hatch a new, human-friendly future, where we take the wisdom of our collective experience and apply it towards a world that has no borders and is filled with humans who view each other as common relations instead of enemies and rivals for scarce resources…or…
We can continue to allow the frequently unaccountable and disjointed narrative of reality that we’ve all been on since JFK decided to fake his assassination and go underground with his degraded depiction of Camelot.
The Universe, as an expression of eternal love for the struggles of mankind, has created the life of Patrick Michael Mooney cum Arthur Danu so that you at least have THE CHOICE about the kind of world you’d like to go to.
Voting in the 2016 election is a lever that signals continued treason in the degradation of our human future.
Voting for artists and visionaries who are using their divine talents in the service of joy and a greater expression of humanity signals to the universe that you are now ready for that instead.
By the way, this same wisdom applies to other countries, equally suppressed by ignorance, horrific political representation and cultural perceptions that are showing themselves to be no longer necessary.
Dale of Silvermoon, CO Colony – Patrick Michael Mooney takes a nice long pull of marijuana out of his favorite glass pipe. The marijuana in it is his own, grown and harvested by his own hands during his first year in the Colorado colony. It burns gracefully into a white smoke and ash as the activators of feminine consciousness now swim through his lungs and into his blood like luscious undines out for a good time.
They find that good time in Mooney, the former High School teacher turned world class binaural beat engineer and magical multimedia artist. “Marijuana is my sacrament. It’s every bit as holy to me as the communion of bread and wine is to the Christians and the ripshaw brancoot is to the Yurekis of Outer Mongolia,” Patrick says with the certainty that makes me blush over my lack of awareness as to who the Yurekis actually are.
Sensing my partial bewilderment, Mooney breaks down his own spontaneous koan. “Yurekis are those who believe in what they are told. A sacrament is what someone else says it is. The ripshaw brancoot might as well be the phony war on terror or Ron Jeremy’s penis. Yurekis will swallow it until they gag on it. (You can actually hear the noise recorded all over the internet!) As such, it is best to leave their actions unmolested in faraway regions, such as Outer Mongolia. But if you are Mongolian, then you can adapt the metaphor by substituting New Jersey.”
Before we can get started talking about his latest spell, the wizard felt compelled to finish his expostulation. “Even though Yurekis have it rough in life because of all the lies they swallow to their own detriment, each is born with the power of choiceto transform themselves out of the situation they were born into. In this, they are given the abundant love of god, for that is all that is required to become awake in the world. One simply has to choose it.”
Pulling again from his mixed salad of sativa and indica strains, Patrick looks long into my eye with a playful Irish grin causing him to squint with glee. “Spell 49 is about VICTORY, plain and simple. 49 became a special number to me through my work at The Monroe Institute. There, it has the unique meaning of being indicated as a focus level where Bob Monroe and his explorers came into contact with a consciousness known as Mirannon. Focus 49 has a special resonance with another focus level, labelled 18, and I AM that in more ways than one, which is beyond what I can explain to you right now.”
The White Wizard continued. “Mirannon was such a palpable presence that Bob Monroe named the lake he had created on his development after his friend from focus 49. In 2002, when I attended the Institute for the first time and visited the lake, I was grasped in my whole body with a power I had never felt before.”
Mooney says that last part, never feeling something before, is a common and often repeated phrase in the life of a wizard, whose journey is to work with and observe the divine parts of nature that reveal themselves to the aspiring adept and the full fledged master.
“Suddenly,” Patrick picks up the story again, “I was being pulled out to the center of the lake by two very beautiful undines, who knew I could not swim, yet did not pull me under despite the horrors sometimes invested in their reputation. It was an introduction, as if to say, HAVE NO FEAR.”
But Patrick had many fears. He says that when you wake up to realize that most of your education has been a fraud, and that your government is the perpetrator of that fraud, it becomes very hard to find anyone to trust, let alone begin working on what might be a solution to what feels like a very horrid dilemma.
“But that’s precisely what the work of a wizard is called to do. I had to trust that my position among the Yurekis, swallowing choad like the pablum of presidential politics or gyrating on religious postulates, was actually a good thing, created for my benefit.”
One of the benefits Mooney cites is compassion. “When you enter into a conscious KNOWING of your divinity, you see the soil from which you sprang up, and you most certainly can smell the bullshit. It is the fertilizer that compels the awake flower to grow upwards and outwards into its unique singularity of being a sex object to birds, bees and human noses.”
“I became a sex object to the Faery Realms, because my work at Monroe was making my soul smell good!” So good, in fact, that a dangerous synchronicity with a karaoke machine kicked his creative life into overdrive. Instead of filing court briefs with an American judicial system too invested in covering up the 9/11 fraud and its corresponding genocide (not to mention a long list of other sordid behaviors), Patrick followed the calling of The Muses and began his work on the Orphic Mysteries.
“As each spell is cast, my relationship with The Invisible becomes more grounded and integrated into a loving human form. For a time, this form will be a beacon of light as the world transitions out of an age of darkness. In other words, my magic is the annoying guy that turns on the light while you’re watching TV and actually invites you to get up off your ass and live a little bit before your tired mind dies.”
What’s so great about the outdoors? Isn’t that where the chemtrails and the terrorists are? “Yes, but its also where the hot pussy in yoga pants can be found, and you’re only but a moment away from Nature creating a grand spectacle out of pure love for you (not that yoga pants aren’t a grand spectacle in and of themselves!).”
It’s hard not to blush when you’re interviewing Mooney. There’s a playful boy and a sexy man put together in a pleasing package. Or is it that his package is pleasing? He’s giggling as I’m squirming.
“Don’t forget about my woman!” Mooney says of my observations about his sexual energy. “I’ve got as much girl in me as any human sporting a vagina. The Divine is both male and female, otherwise, how could the gods have created both? It goes for women, too, many of whom I have observed as being more masculine than my cock hanging brethren.”
So much of the karaoke wizard’s kosmology seems strange to anyone coming at it from a mainstream, black and white perspective. Mooney claims that Nature will reveal all of these teachings and more, firsthand, to those who have the courage to follow spirit.
“We are on the cusp or a truly unimaginable world. There has been an impressive campaign to hold back the truth from almost every quarter of human society and civilized inquiry. I AM here to say that, while efforts are being maintained to suppress the rise of truth, THEY HAVE ALREADY FAILED. Victory for the human spirit is assured throughout all eternity.”
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.