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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……”

Remembering the America that Wasn’t

Farewell, Dr. Evil
In the game of The Grand Chessboard, Dr. Evil (Zbignew Brzezinski) calls “Checkmate!”

Dale of Silvermoon, CO Colony – It’s Memorial Day.  The day when we are supposed to try and pretend that the genocide our country routinely engages in is a truly noble and patriotic national duty.  To achieve the acceptance of such a ridiculous belief requires that the country engage in a three day ritual of drinking and getting fat on junky, fried food.

So how is that different from any other American weekend?   Truly, what is worth celebrating, as a people, together, anymore?

“My pedophile-protecting president just signed a mega arms deal with a country (Saudi Arabia) that treats women like shit, and is the errand boy of Israel, who not only orchestrated 9/11, but is actively installing a gulag all over the country every moment that the sun and moon beam down their divine light on the Earth!”

Sean Hannity would think of me as  a GREAT AMERICAN if I could swallow all that!  Even the Lib-tards would welcome me to their table, as long as I signed off silently on the drone strikes that kill civilians on an almost daily basis.  Black lives might matter, but Brown/Arab ones sure as hell don’t!”

Do any of our lives matter anymore?  The answer I am getting back from the Collective Consciousness in America is a loud and resounding “NO!”

After all, babies are still being poisoned by vaccines and turned into autistic burdens and who knows what else by a medical establishment looking more and more everyday like they all graduated from the Dr. Joesph Mengele School of Human Torture/Medicine.

I mean, our children are still being lied to about 9/11 in the classroom textbooks.  And that’s just a clear and obvious example we can all point to.  When the junk science about climate change and evolution get mixed into a false history that seems authentic, well, I hope you can appreciate the purpose of what education now seems to be.

We are in the process of creating MORONS.

We are so good at that, perhaps this should be our country’s advertised greatest achievement!

I mean, once we fill our kid’s heads with the “mandatory” information, through the mostly wasted years of their very important lives, we send them off to “college” to become debt slaves for a large portion, if not all, of their working lives.

Isn’t the point of education to learn how to make  smart decisions?  That is true, if your goal is to create a human-friendly future.  But we got off track from our Moron-making business!

Then, all during that time they are sweating and enduring to pay off these loans, our government taxes them fraudulently, stealing valuable resources from the people they swore to protect, in order to oppress them further.

But Morons get used to feeling dumb and depressed as time goes on, so the abuse doesn’t matter much once you learn to stand the whining and complaining! A good smack from a police baton, or a very threatening fine from a corrupt courthouse is all it takes to keep most people in line.

All along the way, diseases are invented and caused to drain even more wealth (and whatever health is left) away from the people, and despite the terrible track record of conventional medicine in treating disease, even more authority and power is given to the medical establishment in the ordinary governing of individual lives.

If you live long enough to not commit suicide through all of this, you can look forward to the doctors and corporations playing with your body for the purposes of sport until you drop dead, or at least your bank account runs out.  The two usually coincide.

You can scream to the Alternative Media about all of this.  They will be happy to post your rants!  Rants are awesome!  They sound great, make you feel powerful, and relieve you of the pressure and responsibility of DOING SOMETHING about all this craziness masquerading as sanity these days.

It would be a completely foolish thing to try and actually REMEMBER something important  about Truth, Beauty, or Goodness in your life.  To assign value to these human anomalies is really unscientific anyway, you anecdotal asshole!

If you found something worth remembering, well, you might want to FIGHT for what’s important, regardless of the COST.

You might RECALL that the greatest and highest of human aspirations and achievements are PRICELESS, and worth EVERY STEP it takes to reach them.

Your memory banks could be jostled into  finally UNDERSTANDING that only the TRUTH can set you FREE and speed you on the road to your greatest DREAMS.

You could be hit with the INSPIRATION that HOLY SPIRIT lives within YOU.  Plugged into an INFINITE POWER SOURCE, you might suddenly feel capable of SUCCEEDING in places where you only once feared or thought of failure.

These kinds of “reckless” attitudes and thoughts will not be tolerated in the very rapidly impending future.   The very culture of FREEDOM that you are so desperately seeking to REGAIN never existed in the first place!

Sure, you might have memories of a comfortable life somewhere in the span of your years, but that comfort was created by your IGNORANCE.  You refused to question the assumptions upon which your reality was supposedly based, and turned your eyes away from the growing signs that your sense of Self-Righteousness was only a horrible, terrible ILLUSION.

Now, the political and cultural mirror casts a true reflection to all that America has become.  But even still, the eyes of many are too fogged over with fluorides and pharmaceuticals to integrate a clear picture of danger and doom within their psyche.

They will fall first; fast and easy, when the threshers come.  Others will suffer a great pain, destroyed in their souls by the confusion of their poor choices.   A few Arjunas will try to rally to war, answering the call of their karmic destiny, but they will find no army of friends to join them, and fall on the lines they draw in the sand.

And all the while, as the dream of America collapses under the weight of its own propaganda, the gods will still send their angels and faeries and daemons to attend those who call out to them.  For love will never abandon its own, and will multiply slowly in the sheltered preserves of ancient love and light.

While there is still time, I sing in honor of the memory of the goodness that America once professed to stand for, but never truly, really did.

May our next creation be better.

You’ll get your chance for that soon enough.

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Spell 049 : Patrick Michael Mooney – The Rainbow Connection (Paul Williams)

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 choice to 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.”

“That’s why I sang The Rainbow Connection!”




 

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.

 

Spell 46 : Sweet Earth of Mine (Neil Diamond)

Dale of Silvermoon, CO Colony – A young friend of mine recently crossed the important threshold of his 21st birthday.  I remember what that day and those moments felt like to me, just a tad more than half my life ago.

For me, it was the knowledge and the feeling that I did not have to answer to anybody, anymore, about anything.  I was, in the theory of functioning society, the commander of my own ship.

In reality, I was already in the grips of deep servitude to student loan debt (though not as deeply as today’s outrageous and scandalous numbers report).  My government was already claiming unjust and illegal ownership of my paltry earnings, and I was ignorant enough to happily give them their share of it.  I had managed to stay free from the entanglements of love, yet was open to being snared at any moment if the right pair of legs walked along with a friendly enough smile and a catching sparkle to her eye.  More so, I was a prisoner to the jaded human conventions of sex and sexuality, god and religion, Democrook and Republicon, Yankees and Mets.  Ultimately, I was deeply asleep, tucked away in the dream of American fascism that slowly unfolded into an American nightmare.

But despite the world’s many attempts to disenfranchise me from the power of my own choice to make something out of this life, I managed to free myself from the dangerous illusions that were holding me back from true happiness.  To anyone feeling happy for the simple fact that you have aged to the point where you are now considered a legal adult, enjoy the moment.  But if you want to multiply that feeling many times over, and also discover that there is a universe of potentials for living that are not filled with insurmountable debt and a bleak future where everything is not tainted with the intent and effects of genocide, then; as soon as you are able, come to embrace the three following gifts that the Gods in their divine wisdom have stewarded safely to you down through the Ages.

A Love for the Truth.  First and foremost, the Truth inside of YOU is what you are called to steward.  By the time you have reached the adult age, your integrity has been most likely severely compromised, especially if you spent any time collecting degrees after high school, and even more especially anyone educated after the Kennedy assassination and 9/11, where Bush Crime Family money buys the facts that a “single bullet” hit several passengers in the President’s motorcade from many obtuse angles and that “burning jet fuel”, imbued with Islamic black magic from the wizardry of Osama Bin Laden, broke all the rules of physics by bringing down three steel framed skyscrapers in one day, in symmetrical fashion nonetheless.

Science is not science anymore, but a political priesthood instead.  They are seeking the power of the Inquisition and it may not be too long before the world foolishly grants it to them.  In many instances and places, they already have.

The Gods have set the highest price on truth and glories, so that when we attain them, we feel richly rewarded for our achievements and discoveries.  Furthermore, what we gain will also have the added joy of being in the service of our fellow human family.  All other attainments, no matter how richly adorned or famed will feel hollow and turn to dust when the illusion of their integrity wears off.

Be wise at a young age and learn to trust your feelings.  While the truth can be frightening when it is revealed, it is also extremely liberating, and has a lighter feeling than the heaviness of lies and illusion.  This is why the state of TRUTHFULNESS is called enlightenment.  When your Soul is free enough to fly among the Stars and the Gods at will, welcome in any quadrant of the Galaxy or mighty hall of Asgard, you may say that you are light enough to know the truth of the Love Divine.

If you set your heart on this and surrender it not, this treasure of all treasures will be yours.  If you surrender it for a kindly illusion along the way, be grateful for that, and know you have another life waiting for you to continue onwards toward whatever is ultimate for you!

Everything else is secondary to the injunction above.  What will foster that growth and discovery faster and more amazingly than any human teacher is the cultivation of a genuine Love for Nature.  Seek out Her wisdom in walks, soak in the healings from Her waters, acquire knowledge through the practice of growing something with loving care.

On the road to your truth, you will often feel alone.  Cultivating a love for Nature can practically guarantee that you never feel this way.  See the Moon as you would see your own ass.  Love the Sun the way you love your genitals.  Gaze out among the Stars and see the legions of your adoring friends and family!  Their messages will come to you as visits from the animals, and your heart will know a romance that cannot be found in human relations alone, for all romances have their origin in the Earth.  They are the echoes of love songs left by divinity consorting with itself endlessly.

Filled up with this kind of love, you will be a great lover of people, too.  Many return to nature seeking to escape the human condition, forgetting that “human” is natural, too.  Once reminded, you can bring that knowledge anywhere and everywhere, and begin to consciously heal that in society which ails you.

Lastly, the two loves above in their transformative partnership will find many frictions soothed, eased and released with a

Love for The Invisible.  There will always be MORE to life than what any of us, individually or collectively, can say about it.  Things are constantly in a state of unfolding, or to say it as the Ancients would; the Sisters are constantly weaving.

Since some part of the Invisible is INSIDE YOU… yes?

If you are unsure, ask yourself whether there is a place inside of you or something that is hidden about you from all others, or; even if it can be seen, can’t be pointed to?  If the answer is “yes”, congratulate yourself on having some self-awareness!

GROW THAT.

Continuing.  Since the Invisible is inside you, that means you have access, at any moment, to things that are unknown, and possibly thought of as impossible.  Some people call this the imagination.  Many try to pretend it doesn’t exist, disregard it as a genetic malfunction, or denigrate it’s power through fearful and ignorant superstitions and practices.  Nevertheless, it remains inextinguishable and inexhaustible, just like everything else in Nature.

Yes. We see the passing of years and the dying of things.  But don’t we also see constant renewal and opportunity within each new dawn, each new thought, or even each new breath?

How long has this been going on for?  Who can tell?  Humans are billions of years old.  Anomalous artifacts long predating anything our history says is possible have been found on this Earth.  These are the remnants of imaginations long ago.  Are they returning to us now?

One little desire to wish my friend a happy birthday turned into a musical magical spell that I call Sweet Earth of Mine, which is a slight change to Neil Diamond’s original Sweet Caroline.  That video turned into such a joyful creative experience for me that I had many great insights about my own story of divine development in this life., which prompted this beautiful narrative that you’re reading.

One of my artistic friends in this life said that my singing persona, like my spirit, was very reminiscent of Neil Diamond.  He meant it as a jibe, associating Neil’s music with a schmaltzy sentimentality that just isn’t out there in the real, everyday experience of people.  But I took the comparison as a compliment.

Neil Diamond’s music is undeniably entertaining.  Besides songs sung from his own incredible voice, he has penned smash hits for many other acts as well, too many for me to name here.  The feeling his music engenders strikes rich tones in the emotional palette of my human experience.  It’s great to be in a crowd when they get taken over by one of his songs, as almost every sports or college bar knows with Sweet Caroline blaring as beer is spilled everywhere.

I thought putting those great feelings into a prayer of gratitude for Mother Earth would be the best way to revivify a simple, noble and true song.  From the bottom of my heart, please enjoy this latest spell in a Decade of Love (2012-2022).

The days I am living now are the best of my life.  I surrender my humanity to Nature’s divine plan!




 

RAPTURE CANCELLED

The Unlearning Channel is proud to present, for the first time on its own media platform, the internet story of the millennium that too many alternative news networks have been afraid to report on these past four and a half years.  Like the other breaking news stories covered by the stalwartly intrepid IOU, the netcast™, RAPTURE CANCELLED has faced a wall of media censorship, not unlike the blue wall of silence often found in corrupt police departments all across this friendly globe of ours.  Is there any other kind of police department these days, in the land that ignores the truth about 9/11 and its continuing genocide so freely and gleefully?

In honor of this year’s Solstice, we can think of no better time to introduce a message of such earthly and immortal importance.

In 2001, Patrick Michael Mooney, still a devout Catholic and working in the field of secondary education, smelled bullshit around the former United States Government’s official story about the terrorist events of 9/11/2001.

“There’s no way the Patriot Act could have been written in response to 9/11 if it had been an authentic response to the events of that day. It would have taken at least a year to write a law like that, if it had been an authentic response to a surprise event, because at the time the law was introduced, a crime scene investigation hadn’t even been carried out, yet we were all hot and bothered to start orgasming bombs all over the Middle East and getting our hands on premium Afghan opium. Larry Silverstein admitted a controlled demolition of Building 7 on national television, yet he was never brought in for questioning by the authorities, who were already committed to sell the world the age-old story of white aggression, “Look! The DARKIES DID IT!”

Thoughts like these raced through Mooney’s mind.  He felt the RESPONSIBILITY to see this event accurately. His students would be asked to FIGHT and DIE in a conflict that could be much worse than Vietnam (and is now looking potentially much worse than WW II). Were there other potential ways of seeing this event more honestly and turning it into something POSITIVE for the futures of his students and his world?  Mooney then decided that this would be the mission of his Soul.

Meanwhile, the war against the “sand niggers”, as racist and murderous US soldiers call the religiously and socially oppressed of The Middle East, began.  A devilish fifteen years later, the continuing and escalating carnage is normalized, like a sad and boring Reality TV show.  And everyone is looking the other way like none of this is going on, even with thousands of our servicemen committing suicide each year because they are so ashamed inside of their souls at what YOU are asking them to do for this rotted husk of what used to be a country. Think on that as your military jets fly over your stadiums and joyless holiday gatherings this year.

We like to jump right into the DARK SIDE of things pretty quickly, don’t we?  Well, just relax and hang on a second, because at the bottom of every dark pool, in the center of every swirling dark patch of the Yin-Yang, is the brightest, most singular light in the universe. It is a wormhole to the brighter side of living where GLORY is EVERYWHERE, and therefore, it is to be found NOWHERE in particular.

This is the wavy, wondrous side of life where everything is so GOOD for you that there is hardly a YOU to care at all.  It is a magnificent place where all your needs are taken care of, and there is plenty of everything for everyone, so there is very little competition for anything, except for events that create even more joy for the participants and the communities that occasionally come together to enjoy them.

This is the briefest of descriptions of what The Kingdom of Heaven is truly like; a mustard seed of prose that will unfurl into a blossoming beauty within your Soul, if you will give the thought your time, consideration and loving attention.

This was the course of action followed by Mr. Mooney, when he left his teaching position so as to not compromise his Soul’s integrity. He prayed to Jesus, his model and mentor for a wonderful human life, devoutly, one final time, before his life was changed forever, and the course of humanity, therefore, forever altered, too.

“Dear Jesus, I want you to tell me who the fuck you are! Please! Man to Man, Son of God to Son of God, Brother to Brother, Friend to Friend. Whatever the TRUTH is, I can take it!”

Like an actor pulling off a disguise after a performance, Jesus lovingly disappeared before Patrick’s eyes, and before him stood all the PAGAN representations of the SAME STORY.  These stories existed THOUSANDS of years before the supposed birth of any singular, “only-begotten” SAVIOR, as did the claim to there being MANY SONS of God.

Mooney had to accept the fact that his religious faith was not unique, that its claims to authenticity were mere fraud, enforced more by point of the sword and the soul-crushing power of human law than by the light of divine reason in Man.

It was then that Patrick heard the thunder in his heart roar loudly, and MIGHTY THOR’s voice echoed in his Soul.  From that point on, He consciously embraced the journey to his own immortality and became a Christ in his own deliciously sexy and unique fashion. It took just over a decade for him to do it, and for anyone who is interested in seeing what that kind of life is like, there are many examples, clues, and markers all over the place; left behind by members of The Invisible College to steward the courageous to their own divine memory and mortal destiny. This is ultimately the recognition of one’s presence in The Kingdom of Heaven.

In 2011, Mooney commemorated this important turning point in his Soul’s evolution with the debut of RAPTURE CANCELLED, a unique and enlightening interview with Jesus H. Christ, recorded somewhere in astral realms of what Robert Monroe used to called “The Interstate”. It’s a place where all kinds of useless and useful thoughtforms and Intelligences abound, created from patterns of human living, memory and other forces not yet fully understood by the mortal creature.

Whether this netcast™ is useless or useful to your own life’s journey will depend upon what you are looking for!

Since the netcast™ first appeared on the internet, it has enjoyed thousands of views.  How many, exactly, is hard to tell, because Google and YouTube have been purposefully rolling back the hit counts reported on their sites, as a psychological tactic to make viewpoints such as ours seem unpopular and on the fringe of reality, as well as to discourage the efforts of truth tellers everywhere.

Such a tactic alone already proves and attests to the power of the information available here. Discovering your own divinity is the greatest fear your controllers have, which is why they feel the need to constantly surveil you; in order to steer you away from the very happiness you are looking for. They hope you will give up the search and join the rest of the teeming masses that have given their Souls over to The Machine.

Viewers have often written in, wondering what the “H.” in Jesus’ middle moniker stands for.  There can only be two possible meanings, and scholars are hotly debating it right now in the halls of universities where the Dead Sea Scrolls are poured over like your favorite porn site.

The first is “Harvey“, a name traditionally associated with a powerful Irish spirit known as The Pookah, and is often seen as a giant WHITE RABBIT, which often leads a serious person to ENLIGHTENMENT, but through very strange, confounding and ultimately HUMOROUS ways.  Native American traditions translate “Harvey” into “Heyokah” and sees him as a COYOTE.  Modern humans associate the H with “Hookah“, as getting stoned is a really cool way to connect with Jesus.

The other school of scholarly research suggests the H stands for “Helios“, as the story of Christ is merely an analogous way of teaching the behavior of The Sun to the ignorant.  After all, the sun is seen every day to walk on water, constantly raises the dead to life each and every year, and brings wealth and prosperity to all, especially to those who hate “him” most.  It travels through twelve or thirteen signs of the zodiac each year, like the number of Apostles who followed Christ.  Also, like God, none may live without it.  And the Sun does not require your belief in it to do its work.

According to the IOU, both schools of interpretation are correct. Christ is indeed a fantasy, whether it is a good or harmful one is left up to your discretion.  God is also present in the Sun and it is appropriate for humans to see a divine presence in that too, as well as on this beautiful Earth, our friendly neighbor The Moon, all of our benevolent or wayward neighboring Planets, and our distant relations among all the Stars.  We must never forget, no matter how wonderfully real the MATERIAL WORLD appears to be, that there is an undefined space left for something called THE IMAGINATION.

Christ is ultimately a story in our collective imagination about FREEDOM.  Why do we remain constantly tied to interpretations of this perennial mythology that lead us to suffering, war and death in the most horrible of ways?  Why not really see and experience for yourself the Good News that those stories most certainly do contain?

Do you feel worthy enough to receive such good news in this lifetime?

The forces that oppose your freedom are what the world calls EVIL or SATANIC.  Its purpose is to distort everything in creation until you are so INTERNALLY SURE OF YOURSELF that none of its lies can degrade your Being.  Like a lotus, you rise out of the muck YOU PLANTED YOURSELF IN.

WHY? BECAUSE YOU ARE IMMORTAL! WHAT ELSE IS THERE TO DO?

As the sun begins to rise on a new year for you, may it also mark the dawning of a NEW LIGHT for MANKIND.  The internet has helped mankind discover a lot of ANCIENT wisdom. Will we have the modern common sense to use it?

As a White Wizard in the service of The Sidhe, it is our pleasure to present to you, on its proper stage, the internet story the entire world has been waiting thousands of years for.  But like Christ taught, only those with ears to hear will understand what is being said.  For the rest, the laugh is on me or you!  As long as we’re LAUGHING, that’s a great step in the RIGHT direction for humanity!

 



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Patrick Michael Mooney – Eye Without a Face (Billy Idol)

Dale of Silvermoon, CO colony –  Durango artist and Human Ambassador to The Sidhe, Patrick Michael Mooney, issued a formal statement of “congratulations” to The Illuminati on the occasion of their successful conquest of planet Earth, with a remastered spell from his Decade of Love (2012-2022); a uniquely whimsical look at the phony war on terror in this raunchy karaoke cover of Billy Idol’s Eye Without a Face.

“After Aeons of skulking around under the cover of secrecy, blackmail, and government-sponsored murder, it is quite apparent by the conditions of things now out in the open on this planet that the implementers of the New World Order have succeeded in achieving their long-standing goal of a global society controlled by the hands of an elite few.

Furthermore, they did it without a shred of any kind of democratic practice, but rather achieved what many considered to be impossible through centuries of dedicated practices in pedophilia and black magic, unswervingly serving the royal aristocracies, demented themselves by swimming in centuries of retarded blue blood.

Even with people wide awake today to the fact that 9/11/01 was an inside job, aided and abetted by the Israeli Mossad and the criminal financial networks centered in Switzerland, many refuse to take course-corrective actions that would return the planet to a path of peace and prosperity.  The REAL death toll created by mercenary armies of the former United States Government in and around The Middle East is now approaching the levels of phony Holohoax numbers, and there is barely a peep on the sheeples’ mouths, or the fluttering fart of a thought about it.

How such a state can be orchestrated in what is apparently an information age is even more remarkable, for one would think that the prosperity, abundance and happiness that only the TRUTH can provide would be an incredibly superior and seductive alternative to the achievements so proudly boasted of an on display by the so-called illuminated masters of our race.

The brilliance of their designs are everywhere!  Racially segregated cities and countries, where the darker populations are pushed into criminal classes rife with poverty and disease!  Classes of white people, circumcised, vaccinated and fluoridated into brutal, servile stupidity to televisions, touch screens and any other voice of authority besides their own.  Women everywhere unconsciously bringing babies into these conditions; to be preyed on time and again by vampires in white coats, official badges and religious frocks.  One potentially golden moment of living after another traded away for a piece of paper or a few more hours of mindless entertainment.  So many fruitless choices to make in the brilliant gardens of Kubla Khan!”

Mooney’s karaoke cover of Billy Idol’s Eyes Without a Face was recorded and produced in 2013, when Patrick first appeared on The Muppet Show, achieving a life-long dream in one of the least watched episodes of all time.  “Fozzy the Bear had gotten sick because he was stupid enough to get one of those free flue shots they offer in the local pharmacies.  Thank Goddess he didn’t die, but he was down for the count and Kermit had no one available to cover his slot on the show.  It was then that I seized the opportunity and pitched my concept of A Decade of Love to him.  He looked at me kind of sideways, but agreed to give me a shot, if only because he doesn’t like his swamps being polluted by chemtrails, corexit, and Congress,” Mooney recalls.

Despite the low ratings, Patrick was pleased with his performance.  He’s happy to point out that Statler and Waldorf, the two judges who lord over The Muppet Show from their balcony on high, gave him their nods of approval, a feat that Fozzy, even in his vaccine-weakened state, could not elicit from his televised tormentors.  “I wish they would vaccinate the internet with Mooney’s video!” Waldorf shouted.  Statler roared in agreement, “Yeah, then maybe this New World Order would get the flu, and drop dead!”

Eye Without a Face also marks a unique turn in the evolution of music history, for it is the first time ever that a karaoke cover artist broke through into the mainstream on a stage as big as The Muppet Show.  “To share a stage that so many talented artists have graced through the years is, once again, an accomplishment that was not in my mind when I began the Decade of Love.  I simply wanted the world to stop killing each other, to start smoking and ingesting more plant medicines, and to create a system of finance where money is a public utility and not a private commodity.  Anything that comes on the way to that is just gravy, however tasty and delicious it is,” lauds Patrick.

However many more wonderful musical accolades are in Mooney’s future, he reminds himself to stay humble and that each performance is a prayer as well as a magical, sacred, spiritual duty.  “Cliff High from Half-Past-Human fame inspired my idea for this video after I listened to one of his predictive linguistic computer models mention that a pile of shit could be used to summon a black hole from Sirius that would suck The Illuminati through a wormhole back to Niburu, where they would all be processed through special education classes for retarded immortals, “Mooney recounts.

“The celestial program is called No God Left Behind, where at-risk deities; those who fail to demonstrate the competent stewarding and administration of life-bearing planets in the Galaxy, are made to endure the lessons of their doings and undoings as mortal subjects with complete ability to feel everything until childish and immoral behavior is remanded to the power of self-control.

After all, every god and goddess worth praying to knows that the greatest of all treasures to be had within the mortal life, as well as the immortal one, too; is to love, allow and commune with the many waves of weavings wound through all existence by the Sisters of WYRD, themselves the most artful, all-knowing and wisest allies of the One SHIMSELF.

By flattery and the power of our all-encompassing illusion, the surface reality will come to eventually reflect all the DREAMS that you INSCRIBE into it.  Such is the WILL of LOVE that spins on the WHEEL of BALANCE!

So be not fraught at what these New World Gangsters created!  In their doing so, you can see how to UNMAKE IT.  In this way, they have been your teachers.  I certainly recognize them as mine, and thank them for their tutelage!

It is with great love and joy in my heart that I share the highest aspirations of my Soul with my ever-loving, friendly human family!”




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Magic, Manifestation & The Income Tax…A Lesson in Human Power (10th Anniversary Re-broadcast)

Dale of Silvermoon, Colorado Colony – The year 2005 was a very important one to me. I was almost four years into a great battle for human freedom, which began as soon as I awoke to the former US Government’s lies about the events of September 11th, 2001. I had fled from the areas hemorrhaged by those attacks, as well as all the people in my life who still gave credence to the propaganda myth that was now openly enabling genocide, both at home and abroad.

I had managed to recreate my life in the colony of Virginia to a more joyous version than the one which had been discontented, but asleep to the causes of that discontent. Once I had become awake, I continued to gather information about the nature of NATURE, which is really an outward way of saying that I was on a monomaniacal journey into understanding the divine mystery of ME.

In order to ascend to the magical, conceptual, erotic, and mystifying heights that I have now so far achieved in this life, I was required to engage in a love affair with Death Herself. This was no morbid display of life, like the sad-looking Goths some of the younger generations employ, nor was it a banal love for what was dark and ugly, like the obsessive fascination with vampires and zombies still surprisingly in vogue. I did not engage in any rituals of witchcraft or black magic. I simply welcomed Death into my awareness of living, for so many of my beloved human family had already entered the world of Shades. Who was I to think this could not happen to me, at any moment, ESPECIALLY IN THESE TREACHEROUS TIMES?

Death became my greatest lover, fucking and sucking me and bending me in all kinds of kinky ways until I finally grasped and remembered my own immortality and trisexuality in this life. The journey was every bit as orgasmic as it sounds, moreso even, for words can’t ever translate the taste of my cock or the wetness of my lover’s pussy, nor quench your thirst like the waters of Her Holy Grail can.

But back in 2005, I was only beginning to understand the way that was unfolding. I had not yet tasted the Grail. I could still be lied to and was becoming aware of my own ability to lie to myself. Still, in a world of the blind and fearful, even foggy vision is much better than where I had been. What saved me and held me during those days, and every day really, is the fact that my heart in this life is truly innocent, meaning that it’s chief pursuit is always after the Divine. Despite my own shortcomings, I had to continue to proceed forward so that I might share what I was discovering for the benefit of my human family, especially those in my beloved America.

Back then, I believed that most Americans, if they knew the TRUTH about the way the federal and state governments purposefully misrepresent the income tax to them, would then quickly correct that error, to their great financial and social benefit, and therefore also remedy the problems of despotic fascism that were then emerging everywhere.

In July, I returned to New Jersey, once again donning the persona of a teacher and giving one of the finest lectures of my life. There, I shared everything that I had learned about the manipulations that create the illusion of the modern world, and how to break free of them. I invited many on this joyous path, but found few willing to engage me or the material seriously. The amount of fear that surrounds the topics that I bring forward for attention is truly powerful.

You will most likely have to get used to that sense of rejection from others if you are going to make it to the worlds I am walking in now. In truth, the pain never really goes away, like Frodo’s lost finger or the wound still felt in his heart by the rending of a Morgul blade. It is my love for humanity that makes it so. This feeling is more bittersweet than tragic as my years go on, for I know what I am experiencing is ultimately in store for all of you, whether it is in this lifetime or not.

What my efforts eventually encountered, unfortunately, in the years to follow, was the death of The United States of America in early 2013, a befitting 100th anniversary present to the international financiers and crown aristocracies who plotted the USA’s demise magically longer ago than that, but whose mortal wound was certainly inflicted back in 1913, when the Yewish Druids legitimized usury to the detriment of freedom once again with the inception of The Third Bank of the United States, aka The Federal Reserve.

You see, if America is truly a Republic, she needs people to actually know what that is and how that operates, if she is to remain free in more than just name only. But the USA is shockingly ignorant as a people, especially in regards to their own history, rights and laws. No matter how well one can legally or morally argue a valid and defensible point of view, what good can it do in front of a corrupt judge or a jury dumbed into ignorance and submission by fear and television?

So why announce a re-broadcast of what was ultimately a failed political attempt to engender the rebirth of liberty in this country? Because the video is much more than that! Now that America is dead, you can watch the video again and see how it actually happened, if you have the courage in your hearts to do so. It is also an excellent teaching on the basic principles of magic that are continually employed against you, the actual target of all the dark magic at play in the world.

Because of the knowledge presented in this video, and the COURAGE I had to walk my own talk, I was awarded with the GREATEST LIFE that money can’t buy! This is not an exaggeration. Regardless of what the future will hold for me, each and every year I have lived in the service of Truth and Magic has yielded ever-increasing harvests of happiness and joy.

The only desire I have left in this life is to share the joy I am living with the world. Even though the world is swamped with stories of fear and terror, those who tune into the offerings of this website and Rainbow Bridge Studios will find the resources to reconstruct their worlds into more truthful, cooperative and harmonious versions.

In 2003, I publicly stated that the greatest ambition I had in life was to achieve SATISFACTION, so that when Death takes me, I leave this life without the feeling of having “missed” something. This video points the way to that ultimate victory. I lovingly encourage you to consider it’s contents while you still have time.