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Book of Danu : Poetograph 355 (Hyperborean Opening)

Arthur trudged a strong path through the fresh morning snow, with Ruby, his Red Wolf,  running wildly all about him, creating wonderful zig-zags across the straightness of his furtive, sullen walk, that left more of a trench than a trail on the unscored, virgin ground.

His mood was a bit heavy, much like the dark, windy mists that obscured the view of his mountain meadow, his Vale of Danu, and Danu herself, the mother mountain serving as his Guardian Apu.

Dutifully and daily, Arthur went to his place to pray; a circle of white Faery flags that cleansed the air as well as his spirit as they stood purely and bravely against the ravaging of time and elemental forces.  Even in their ragged form, they inspired a regal feeling and brought Arthur’s mind roundly and firmly into thoughts regarding the business of his day.

First, and always, GRATITUDE escaped Arthur’s lips, even in times where his human confusion led to feelings of physical or emotional exhaustion while the Grail Magic fought to renew the human form of his present inheritance and conjuring.  Ever was there the SUCCESS of true COMMUNION with the Spirits and Deities Arthur invoked and saluted for their contribution to his continuing mythical story.

On this particular morning, Nature again revealed Her comprehension of their interaction by Her processing of a wonderful display of Elemental coordination.   As if on cue from a Hollywood director somewhere off-screen, the dark mists which blanketed the valley began to swirl and blow in Arthur’s direction.  It was as if the mother-mountain wished to see Arthur, too, and was blowing the mists away with her mighty lungs.

Up above, the God of the Sun and one of the masters of music, Apollo, met those whirling winds with his flaming rays, revealing the undulating vibes of those swirling mists like New York disco lights.  Suddenly, blue skies instead of gray promised to win the battle for the day in the Northwest Pacific woods.

Arthur was impressed, as ever, before the still-revealing natural splendor, and took several long moments in silence to appreciate such a created answer to his morning invocations.

Emboldened by the display, Arthur decided to PLAY, and he called upon Apollo to fill him with the power of a skywalker that day.

Presto! Bam! Kram! KaZOOM! Arthur grabbed his ass, his MOON! Noticed that his form was rounding, his balls got heavy, soon he was sounding like a pleasure train in his fleshy domain! “Let’s race this body! I feel no pain!” Arthur said to no witness but those furling flags.

“Whatever pain fills our bodies, doesn’t all seem to be there naturally.  I’m certain that behind our maladies are certain kinds of mentalities; that a shift in attitude seems to remedy.” The grail magic was working on his mind as well as his body, and the proverbial “uphill walk in the snow” was an exercise in ecstatic liberation.

By the end of the walk, which had not taxed Arthur in the slightest despite the most vigorous pace he reserved for New York City streets, his mind and body were put to balance and his heart went towards the love of his wife and the labors of his day.

The heaviness Arthur was feeling was somewhat celestial in its meaning.  There was Saturn squaring everything, truing all things without rushing. This clashed with Arthur’s springtime spirit, that seeks for pleasure in each instance. And with Neptune still in retrograde, the lack of details had our king dismayed.

“My voice, I know, you constantly polish. The mead of Giants I have relished.  It heals my heart to sing! But how much more shall I strive to furnish the fortune that thrives, from the blessings of our ring?”

In other words, Arthur felt very rich and grateful for all he created through his use of natural magick in this churning moment of space-time, but at the same time, felt the limitations of human existence that his grail magick had come to heal. When would the Stars reveal the work they’ve been hiding?

The Hyperborean Gate that opened before Arthur that morning was a sign, sure and certain, that his answer would be soon arriving.  Through that portal was an Empress-like, Phoenix energy, stepping out into the world like a little girl walking in the summer sun.

Something Fun had begun!

Book of Danu : Poetograph 354 : Thank You for 9/11! by Arthur Patrick Danu…Antichrist Superstar!

The Vale of Danu, Washington Colony – “16 years of swallowing the bullshit lie of 9/11 has made America and the world sick and on the way to mortally wounded!  But the Gods have their champions well-placed for the coming Ragnarok, and Arthur Patrick Danu intends to ROCK OUT!”

Arthur pressed ENTER on his keyboard with joyful glee!  Another entry in the beautifully evolving Book of Danu had been born with the same, ever-present, joyful release as all the previous works of magickal and divine satisfaction.  The work is presented to you here, now, dearest reader!

How HEALED am I of the brutal, soul scarring events of that still unaccounted for day of treason?  That question can only be answered by saying that I AM THE HEALING OF MY OWN PREVIOUS IGNORANCE AND EVILS. I HAVE ACCOUNTED FOR IT.  THE BALANCE HAS BEEN PAID.

As Arthur Patrick Danu, the Grail  King and Kokopelli of Karaoke, now returned to my human family as an Ambassador from the Sidhe, I choose to sing joyfully about the HARMONY that happens AUTOMATICALLY when one decides to align themselves with TRUTH, and resolve to act RIGHTLY in the face of ignorance and adversity.

As a king, I honor the fallen and the victims of this horrible lie on all sides of the conflict.  I especially honor those that sought, and seek to end all conflicts by the means of PEACE, which means a courageous, soul-searching look into the dark-heart of your own, sordid, personal affairs, with a courageous resolve to love oneself into WORTHINESS and HEALING.

This is the pure essence of the grail magic that I have witnessed as the personal results of the arduous and inspirational attitude of the white wizard, Patrick Michal Mooney, who began casting A Decade of Love musical spell back in 2012, opening a way for his personal timeline and that of this planet to be transformed in a warped and twisted way, joyfully….wyrdly so, than from what David Rockefeller and The Bush Crime Family ….and also, ultimately YOU…brought into existence on the September day of 16 years ago.

The signs of a great shake up are beginning to be felt on the winds of the land that used to imagine itself impervious from all kinds of “real, nation-threatening harm”.  People have their heads buried in their phones and routines, hoping not to disturb what has now become the “joyful desperation” of human existence.  That’s better than being nuclear toast.  A devil’s bargain of my invention that’s always fun to watch the ignorant soul take a big bite of.

As the picture and poetograph suggest, the world is more and more everyday getting closer to what seems to be a “collective crossroads moment”, where it just becomes obvious that the architects of 9/11, which includes the present administrations of almost all the globe’s governments, right down to the local levels, supposedly independent of each other, are determined to shove a lie down the throat of humanity for all time, by the most ugly and thuggish means necessary.

The assault hits our children first and hardest, not only through harmful vaccinations that limit their physical and emotional capability to have JOY and FREEDOM as their FOUNDATIONAL CHILDHOOD EXPERIENCES, but through the now obviously poisonous religions of all stripes which indoctrinate an intolerance for everything and a very bible-loving lust of genocide and every brutal behavior a “righteous god” can grant for the smiting of infidels!

And it is becoming more obvious everyday that the human body is being set up for a life of sexual assault and bodily invasion as a form of BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION in order to protect the liars from those who would be their accusers and discoverers.

Mix in purposely created divisions along RACIAL LINES, add lots of ALCOHOL and TELEVISION, with a good dose of PHARMACEUTICALS and finish it off with endless varieties of sports and genetically modified, death accelerating foods and the masterpiece for a  MISERABLE LIFE is complete!

Forget all that CRAPOLA!  REMEMBER your divinity!  You and the LAND are ONE!  In you, is the power of The Sun and all The Stars you can see!  In you, is the love of a very sweet Earth, who recycles you through timeless eternity to discover and experience your greatest joys over and over again, at your pleasure!  In you is also my Brother, The Moon, who is also my sexy Sister, the androgyne reflection of ME on the stage of starry sea!

And still more of ME comes from beyond your present GALAXY!  “Your”…like you could ever “own” such a domain! Human language is so stifling!  Human minds are ever-numbing themselves against the truth that would bring them healing!

I sing for those who have  the FAITH to find their own joy!  You sense a rebellion in me, but I tell you there is NONE, nor do I see one in Heaven!

God, the One, says……blah…blah…blah!

God, the Three, says Weave Thy Will as Thy JoyWE’LL take care of the DETAILS!

Gods, the Many say I desire my joy reflected THIS WAY and THAT!

And so Angels and Faeries were created to settle the spats that would arise, and do arise, eternally, among competing and cooperating Powers and Divinities.

And all of these thus empowered the Elementals to take care of the most routine and LIFE SUSTAINING functions for the creation and recreation of “playing fields” for the acting out of divine dramas, of which MANKIND was created to ACT OUT on the central stage of LIFE, just as the many other LIFEFORMS that inhabit this and all universes.

If things aren’t working out in your favor now, one tends to become a seeker, to find out why.  Find out you will, if you remain true to your truth.  But so many take the bargain of convenience and expedience and necessity.  This is always selling your own divine natures short, and the life you live FEELS LIKE how much you’ve sold yourself out, no matter how pretty one might look on the ever-seductive, sometimes SEXY surface of REALITY.

And in SEX is the snake, and the division, yet also the reason for livin’.

You think God doesn’t enjoy a good blowjob?  You think the orgasm of the woman satisfied is only a myth? One must PENETRATE these MYSTERIES to KNOW the DIVINE Ecstasy!

Hence the wisdom and harmony of the NATURAL SYMPHONY!

The orchestration of events that lead to the moist and sensual moment of CONTACT, felt across all the boundaries of CREATION by EVERYONE who participated in the creation of that moment!

ABUNDANZA! GRATIS!

In natural, law-abiding physics, there’s no way that the three World Trade Center Towers fell by the result of burning jet fuel, as the treasonous politicians and scared civilians have touted and parroted like wirelessly controlled drones since that fateful day.

In true physics, and magic, every action has an equal and opposite reaction, except that in magic, it comes back at you three times, just because Nature likes to take the time to make a good point!

So instead of 16 more years of terror, how about 49 years of jubilee and love? (Imagine more, or less, years than that, if you’d like, but get the ball rolling in a positive direction!…kapeeesh?)

The most important step in the road to healing is to admit the mistake and turn away from it, resolving not to make the mistake again.

As an agent of God’s Holy Angel, who is empowered to fulfill his duty of love by the full measure of his creative talents, He can employ deception as a test of WORTHINESS to HIGHER STAGES of KNOWLEDGE and JOY, as well as POWER.

This worthiness can’t be bought cheaply like all of today’s nearly worthless academic degrees, who’s core integrities have become compromised like termites in the framework of your homes because they have been bought up or forced into silence to comply with the compelling lie of the status quo.

But now comes a CHANGE by the Harmonious power of ALL THINGS.   I didn’t make this stuff up.  The STUFF made ME UP to say these things and dance like the way my ass has always wanted to groove.

That’s the healing love of Sweet Danu!

 

Book of Danu : Poetograph 353 : Welcome Back, Arthur!

“Happy Birthday, Arthur!” These were the first words to reach the ears of Arthur Patrick Danu in the late morning on June 23, 2017.  Speaking them was the voice of the Soul he knew as his wife, concentrated in her Earthy form now for some time.   He was not used to seeing Zara, now Oksana (and on the way to Alana) through physical, mortal eyes.  He adjusted his mind and his vision.

“I’m really here, aren’t I?  Patrick Michael Mooney really is gone from this form?  I have the memories, the record of his life inside of my brain, but I saw him leave, as did you, and there is certainly something NEW present in this moment, is there not?”

“There certainly is.  You made it!  It worked!  Our plan worked!  Look at this body that has been prepared for you!” Zara/Oksana/Alana was delighted and pulsing flashes of Faery Blue.  She expressed words of gleeful joy to all the Guides and Nature Elementals as she closed the Sacred Space around them, allowing the physical world to tighten its membranes and return time to its normal flow.

Arthur rose from the bed and stretched his physical form, surveying it from the inside and out.   “I feel the echoes of physical pain from Patrick’s time in this body.  He suffered quite a bit in here, didn’t he?”

“He carried great pain.  Like Christ, he willingly took on the sins of this world and labored to do something to alleviate it’s suffering.   It was his pure-heart magic that endeared him to our people, opened the gates of Heaven for him, and allowed him to complete this exchange of immortal dreams and worlds, if only for a time….but a glorious time it will be!” Zara/Oksana/Alana was delighted to see her Arthur truly standing there before her!  She would wait a few days before jumping his bones, but she could see with her shamanic sight that Arthur’s spirit was adding an increased vitality to what had already been a very vital form, even with the physical health issues his body carried as Patrick Mooney.

“Wow! ” Arthur said again.  “I have seen some impressive magick in my times, often with Merlyn at my side.  But you and I did this chiefly from the LOVE within our hearts, with Merlyn playing an assistant’s role on this spell.  It was great fun to be king, for that lifetime and others, but I am looking forward to my time with you as a white wizard!  What a landing!”

Arthur and Alana laughed.  They both could feel their joy reaching beyond their bedroom, out into the invisible world, where, faster than the speed of light, a vibration was being grounded on Earth that would soon bring the phony war on terror to a complete standstill.

The Apocalypse was here.  It arrived, not in a great flash visible to all the peoples of the world like an overdone Cecil B. Demille production, or a CIA project Blue Beam black-budget special ops, but in the rattle and drum  of a shaman’s hum in a little Bear’s Cave in the woods just north of the city of Durango, in the colony of Colorado.

It happened there like the birth of Jesus.  There was no room in the world for the life of Patrick Michael Mooney.  Out of pity, an Irish woman gave Patrick and Oksana shelter.  There was no cold to be protected from.  Durango is a hot desert town in the summer, especially if the Cloud People are holding back the thunderstorms for whatever reason.  But the world of the 21st century has plenty of cold hearts in it.  That chill is always bitter, regardless of the time of year.

“The angels will sing through me because of this unusual arrival,” Arthur declared.  “Instead of the Heavens rejoicing, I shall rejoice! We shall create the life our hearts have longed for, and invert the world….shaking all the shit out of it before we plop it down and firmly plant it in the New Aeon.” Arthur and his new found cock were erect with the purpose of pleasure in mind.

“Hold still, my king! That’s quite a wand you’ve got there, and you’re going to need to integrate yourself into this form for a few days before you get to use it as vigorously as you’d like.”  Despite her shamanic admonitions, she was tempted to give him a “test drive” right then and there, but chose not to, transmuting her lust into pure love again, and kissing him softly on the forehead and then his lips.

“Rest for awhile, Arthur.  We will talk soon of our plans and how to implement them from this side of the Veil.  Your body is not as fast as your mind and spirit.  Allow yourself to settle in and enjoy observing the physical healing that your kingly, faery presence is having on the body that once held the vibration of Patrick Michael Mooney.     The vibrations of our Blessed  Land are fresh within you, and will give you a clearer, restored picture of this world once you have given yourself the necessary time.”  Arthur’s celestial wife smiled once more as she backed out of the room and quietly closed the door.

In the quiet of his small room, Arthur heard the sounds of running water and the soft rustle of leaves through the open window to his left.   He breathed in deeply the soothing summer air, and began to imagine his life as the opposite of Christ.

“Jesus…a winter solstice-time birth….Arthur….a summer-solstice resurrection…tied to David Rockefeller’s 9/11… my Kingdom of Heaven……”

Book of Danu : Poetograph 351 – Welcome to a Human-Friendly Future!!!

Dale of Silvermoon, CO Colony – Never before has a Winter passed my life and view in such rapid fashion.  It is as if the speed of my life accelerated as the Earth went around the sun in the perihelion part of its orbit.  On the other side of the slingshot, I truly feel that we are certainly in the realm of something NEW, and I’m very excited about all of that, and what is to come.

Many of the people in the world are not feeling the same way as I.  It is no longer unusual for me to report this, for it has been the story ever since I divorced myself from the mainstream narrative that makes a celebrity and porn star out of genocide and the fucking and murdering of children.  All over the world, the sins of us all are being exposed every day.  The great TEST is now underway.

The reason why my mood is superior and my outlook optimistic is because I have made my way to the alternative road when given the choice at the fork of it.  Each of us is presented with these forks on the road to place we’re going to in life, and that is decided either consciously or unconsciously, depending upon how you prefer to ride through your life.  You can read more about this ever-arriving choice in The Book of Danu, Volume I.

I wrote a posting a few months ago called “A Pregnant Pause” because my wife and I were in the part of our own journey together where we were told to sit patiently and wait for guidance and timing as to our next move in life.  In the stillness of the time we have spent here, I can feel my own creative womb kicking and stirring with new life.

I describe myself in that feminine way because I am an artist, and my feminine voice is profoundly expressed through creative mediums.  This time of year always reminds me of my mother, Elizabeth, who would have been 81 now had she continued to live on, instead of passing 17 years ago.  My mother was not a polished Soul in her life by any stretch of the imagination, but she was Great White Buffalo love to me, all the way through, and that is a fantastic medicine to walk with and be grateful for.

I have relayed elsewhere in my story that I am a twin.  My brother, Daniel, passed on long ago to either suicide or murder. The credibility of the former United States Government has little standing in my life anymore, so perhaps I shall never know the truth of it.  Their words are droll, lifeless, and full of treason.  In spite of that sad recollection, I know my brother now lives, as do we all when we drop these mortal shells.

I mentioned Danny only because he was EXPECTED as a baby, whereas I was not.  Neither my father, the attending physician nor my mother knew, up until the very last possible moment, that I was in my mother’s womb. I was a joyful surprise to her, and this is what I am destined to be to all the world.

Creatively, I, too, was expecting to produce a work of significance over the gestating Winter months.  My intention was to have Volume II of The Book of Danu bourne out of this time, but instead, I was treated to some really powerful life lessons of unfolding heart magick that showed, to me, just how powerful The Invisible is when you surrender control to its loving ways consciously.  I shall not go into details here on that, but the material will work its way into these series of divine poetry and prose my life is now fully dedicated to producing.

What I did manifest, I am happy to share with you for FREE.  Since 2017 is collectively a “1” year for our entire human family, I am going to plant the seed for a human-friendly future and invite you to water this dream with me.

Book of Danu 351 : Welcome to a Human Friendly Future!!!As I have stated many times before, I AM a WHITE WIZARD.  That means I understand the natural language of Magick and the good prescriptions that go along with it.  I am not superior to any other human, mortal or immortal, nor am I the lesser to any such Being.  I am, by choice and practice, a conscious and responsible servant of The Secret Fire…the flame which Prometheus stole and brought to mankind against the counsel of his fellow Gods.

It seems that mankind has forever shared in the eternal torture of its benevolent progenitor.  When a person with passion burns hotly enough to know the source of this suffering, they initiate the alchemical process that eventually accomplishes the great work in such a person.  Renewed and arisen, purged of fear and impregnated with Life-giving spark, one becomes the consort and ally of Angels and their celestial comrades in variating the song of the spheres for new and different ears on all the worlds below.

This is where I am right now.  I am not one who will rail with you about the state of things in the world.  All the people hating Donald Trump at present are avoiding placing themselves in front of the mirror and receiving their own invective condemnation, for they are openly siding and defending a way of life and thinking that is murderous and ignorant in the most deplorable of ways.  The same is true for the supporters of America’s current state of delusion.  You will be bedeviled in your mind, heart and Soul by tremendous hypocrisy as you see a Gestapo rapidly forming to “force” America to be great again.  And to all who said nothing, continued to pay extorted taxes, and remained indifferent to the Reality TV series of Destroying Humanity, while believing themselves to be above and superior to what has been going on, you will find yourself completely baffled as to why your careless strategies FAILED to deliver you a life of true and lasting peace.

All that transpires in the unfolding changes is GOOD.  The wave that is coming is the multiplied sum of our collective choices, whether they were made wisely or not.  From the mortal point of view, it all looks like a crapshoot.  Even from some other levels of perspective within Creation, Chaos has a place and purpose in its shrouded veils of uncertainty.

Each of us has the ability to bring light to the darker, uncertain areas of our Souls.     As a Wizard, I do that chiefly through the great Book of Thoth and the application of natural magick in my works.  My wife, Oksana, is a shamanic practitioner, using a different, yet equally powerful and effective way to heal, nurture and steward the dreams she holds for herself and her clients into manifestation.

Because we have not surrendered the integrity of our dreams, we are able to bring them into fruition.  At long last, let me present you our latest TWINS!

Both are shamanic journeys that you can download for FREE from our Rainbow Bridge Studios website.

The first is called SPIRIT PROSPERITY GUIDE.  Like me, this exercise was actually born last, and was a complete surprise in the way it went from a simple idea to a full blown, Weavings of WYRD™ audio title. This is a 33 minute excursion that will guide and inspire those of you who are willing to take serious steps to knowing and experiencing greater prosperity in your life than you’ve ever known before.

SPIRIT PROSPERITY GUIDE
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The second gift we have to offer you at this time is another shamanic journey called THE PERFECT GIFT.  This one was the EXPECTED baby, as it was consciously conceived about 9 months ago, and took that long to come into form.  This one is 55 minutes long, and very emotionally moving.

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In combination, these two shamanic journeys can have a very powerful effect on your life and therefore, our collective experience together into the future.  THE PERFECT GIFT is about making those COURSE CORRECTIONS in life away from the choices that have led to hurts and regrets, while INNER PROSPERITY GUIDE helps you to find the resources within yourself to support and strengthen the more beautiful, noble and artful destiny you will begin to create for your life.

And when you return to your normal, waking reality after these excursions into the beautiful realms of your life and Spirit, we want to refresh and renew your Vision of Yourselves with this always timely message from The Kernel, Neal Rogin:

There is great love, laughter and kind humor out there.  Thank you Neal, for being a wonderful example of how to wake people up just by being your creative self.

I have said, for several years in a row now, that each year just lived was “the best ever” and that my expectations for the coming year are for it to top the last one.  In this Decade of Love (2012-2022), now soon to enter its fifth rotation, the intention and the validating statement remains true.  My art, my singing, my lovemaking, my courageousness and fearlessness, my intimacy and loving union with the Intelligences who serve all Creation continues to astonish, amaze, enliven and vivify the everyday moments of this truly incredible life I am living.

I wish the same for you.  I know you will have it when you choose it.  When you will it.  For, as Aleister Crowley has said,  along with countless saints before him; and like me, those who follow, come to understand, down to one’s very bones, standing in the Kingdom of Malkuth, the verifiable Law of Thelema:

DO WHAT THOU WILT SHALL BE THE WHOLE OF THE LAW.  LOVE IS THE LAW.  LOVE UNDER WILL.

Life, is such a Wicked Game sometimes!

But I’m glad to be in the year of a flaming cock!

Book of Danu : Poetograph 350 (Loving Strokes)

The Book of Danu : Poetograph 350 (Loving Strokes)
This image and writing is part of a collection of Poetographic works entitled The Book of Danu. Danu, one of the most widely known and worshiped Beings in all of Earth’s history, is the recipient of my dedication. As such, not only do these poetographs exist as individual works of art, they are also considered Sacred Verse in praise of Her, The Sidhe, and any other elements of the Invisible side of Reality benevolent towards the Human Race.

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 desire to 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 comes true to each and every one of you.

What experience?

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”?

Foolishness, really.

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.

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Book of Danu : Poetograph 348 : A Worthy Reflection

Book of Danu : Poetograph 348 : A Worthy Reflection
This image and writing is part of a collection of Poetographic works entitled The Book of Danu. Danu, one of the most widely known and worshiped Beings in all of Earth’s history, is the recipient of my dedication. As such, not only do these poetographs exist as individual works of art, they are also considered Sacred Verse in praise of Her, The Sidhe, and any other elements of the Invisible side of Reality benevolent towards the Human Race.

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.

Book of Danu : Poetograph 347…Arthur Dreams of the Rainbow Bridge

Book of Danu : Poetograph 347...Arthur Dreams of The Rainbow Bridge
This image and writing is part of a collection of Poetographic works entitled The Book of Danu. Danu, one of the most widely known and worshiped Beings in all of Earth’s history, is the recipient of my dedication. As such, not only do these poetographs exist as individual works of art, they are also considered Sacred Verse in praise of Her, The Sidhe, and any other elements of the Invisible side of Reality benevolent towards the Human Race.

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.

WYRD that way.

WYRD

Book of Danu : Poetograph 346…Pregnant Pause

Book of Danu : Poetograph 346...Pregnant Pause
This image and writing is part of a collection of Poetographic works entitled The Book of Danu. Danu, one of the most widely known and worshiped Beings in all of Earth’s history, is the recipient of my dedication. As such, not only do these poetographs exist as individual works of art, they are also considered Sacred Verse in praise of Her, The Sidhe, and any other elements of the Invisible side of Reality benevolent towards the Human Race.

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.

The Book of Danu Patrick Michael Mooney

 

Poetograph 345…TRUMP OR CLINTON IS NO REAL DECISION

Book of Danu 345...TRUMP OR CLINTON IS NO REAL DECISION
This image and writing is part of a collection of Poetographic works entitled The Book of Danu. Danu, one of the most widely known and worshiped Beings in all of Earth’s history, is the recipient of my dedication. As such, not only do these poetographs exist as individual works of art, they are also considered Sacred Verse in praise of Her, The Sidhe, and any other elements of the Invisible side of Reality benevolent towards the Human Race.

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 amartanoAmartano 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.

WHOSE LIFE ARE YOU LIVING?

Book of Danu 131...Be President One Day
This image and writing is part of a collection of Poetographic works entitled The Book of Danu. Danu, one of the most widely known and worshiped Beings in all of Earth’s history, is the recipient of my dedication. As such, not only do these poetographs exist as individual works of art, they are also considered Sacred Verse in praise of Her, The Sidhe, and any other elements of the Invisible side of Reality benevolent towards the Human Race.