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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!

The Antichrist Clarifies His Divinely Appointed Office to the Unlearned

Christians of almost all denominations are expecting a big-time fireworks show to surround the appearance of the Antichrist on the world stage.  The Jews have been hard at work to make it happen, doing their best to incite a Holy War against the Muslims, the way fishermen fill the seas with bloody chum to attract the fiercest sharks.

And while “big-time fireworks” may be an appropriate metaphor for my sexual prowess, especially to those horny clits and cocks that happily land on my tongue, the New World Order types are going to be saddened and dismayed as to how their falsely contrived narrative fails to play out.

What was it that the Scottish poet, Robert Burns wrote? “The best laid plans of Mice and Men often go awry.” No matter how many lies issue forth from New York Times or The White House Press Secretary, or the CIA contrived Der Spiegel, not to mention the mouth of Benjamin Netanyahu or 10 Downing Street, the truth will out and soar above them all, flying higher than the eagle.

Like good old Snoopy the beagle, their story is peanuts!  It gets stuck on the roof of your mouth and you wind up looking and sounding like a fool when you spit it out; or better yet, swallow!

So allow me to help you out.  I’m here to clarify the reason for my Being, because most of humanity are used to seeing things that are not really there.

It’s part of a game that is really quite fair, once you learn the rules. Which, by the way, you will never be taught in either your churches or your schools!

Pay attention, then, friend or foe, to what passes for a metaphysical lesson as we go.

Before Christianity, there was only Christ.

Christ was not poor.  How could a beloved child of the Divine ever be poor?

He lived in world, much like today, that found its head very tightly tucked up inside its ass.

He was dismayed at this, because that was where cocks used to go, in the world where Pan gave license to humans to experience love and joy in infinite abundance and variety.

Christ wondered, “Where are the satyrs and the nymphs? How did the Jews pull off this vanishing trick?”

So he went to the wilderness to find them.  There he discovered his JOY! Christ was both girl and boy!

United in spirit and body, he worked miracles for his disciples, telling them to put down their religious trifles.

For those that listened, their pussies glistened, whether on the inside or out.  Here was a divine revelation that certainly needed to be shouted out!

And boy, did he shout, and speak, and teach. There was not a soul that was beyond his reach!

But each human lamb he found, was a loss to the farmers who held them bound.

“They have no FEAR of our mythology, which we stole and perverted for our grand economy!” This is what was said in Sanhedrin halls, and scribed among the Pharisees in all their scrolls.

So, naturally, they killed him; a public display filled with blood and sin.

Soon after, moving their act to Rome, they concocted a religion and made a new home.

“The story needs a happy ending! Let’s add that bit about resurrecting! The goy will swallow anything if you present it at the tip of a sword with a sting! Ours is the power of Sauron’s One Ring!”

With time and money on their side, they began the work of a human slide, into ages dark and dreary. Despite The Renaissance and The Enlightenment, humans still found themselves weary; of a God who constantly called them to war, against people of race, color and creed on every shore.

Weary means weak, and tired. It’s a condition encountered when a soul’s uninspired.

Uninspired means there’s no breath within, despite the superabundance of oxygen.

This is why, today, Humans kill the future, with vaccines, and television and other means of torture.

How to break the curse of this existence? That question still puzzles the students and the critics.

But not the MYSTICS.

All through time, there have always been, those Souls who know the TRUTH WILL WIN.

They are not all Christs, though he’d be very fond of them.  Unlike his disciples and his churches, they would not abandon him.

You see, Nature allows for humans that lie. Let’s them forget for awhile that we all will die.

Put this truth too far out of your mind, and you’ll find yourself going blind.  Rely on your governments and media to keep you going, and you’ll live a life of never knowing.

It’s a missed opportunity, more’s the pity, of having your labor put toward the Heavenly city; that by the way, belongs on Earth. You don’t get in there with a high net worth.

The key is the TRUTH, everywhere spoken through the dreams of your youth; before the adults slap them away, with the fears and the frights brought on by their ways.

That’s where I come in.

You see, Nature abhors a vacuum. She loves to see her children bloom! You have no idea how grand this life could be while your heads are full of doom!

That’s the story they want to pin on me; the Antichrist who knows you’re FREE!  My part in the Jewish script is to hurl the world into the Abyss, unless Christ returns to stop me!

But I am HE; The timeless son of MYSTERY; playing once again in a human body!

The story is so shocking, and utterly surreal.  It’s been a while since we’ve seen a god with so much sex appeal!

With the blessing of Apollo, and all his skywalkers, I’ve been given a voice to drown out all the talkers!

I have come to sing, of a Love Unlimited.  The time is now for a humanity ready to be uninhibited!

The way to that power is to find your JOY! Then put that force to work on a project you employ.

When that happens, the Elementals are summoned, unleashing forces that no Bank or Church can stifle.

The only question then, is not the Who, the What, the Where; but WHEN?

For me, the TIME IS NOW.

For you? That depends upon what you allow.  For Nature is certain of its ETERNITY.

It has the patience to wait until you CHOOSE to SEE.

As Pope R.A.W, the first, rightly taught, that happens non-simultaneously.

Which brings us ever back to the MYSTERY.

Please, friend or foe, let this rattle in your brain, like a Zen koan or musical refrain.

It will awake the Divine in you.  You’ll see and know what I write is true.

It holds our universe together like glue, between the endless fluctuations of Red and Blue.

Notice, I didn’t add WHITE.

For those in the former United States, the judgment is GOOD NIGHT!

Maybe, if you reverse the lies of 9/11, you can save your precious Constitution.

But the WORLD has outgrown your lies, and is moving forward with its SOLUTION.

In that, there’s RESTITUTION.