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Defeated in Durango! Patrick Michael Mooney Releases Two More Magickal Spells in Gratitude!

Dale of Silvermoon, CO Colony – I posted a story on this website in the middle of last year, writing of a “pregnant pause” in the journey of my wife and I to establish our place of kin and desirable dominion in this world.   At the time, I did not know how pregnant I was, nor how my life would change as a result of what was born nine months later!

According to the Guides we follow in our life, a signal to move would come to us towards the end of March.  In the meantime, I set out to do the best work of my life, hoping to establish a foothold in the town I loved with all my heart.  My wife also gave it a good go, and for awhile, it looked like we just might flourish here, against the odds and with help of miraculous synchronicities and friendships.

By March, not only had I produced four very high quality audio meditations for the spiritual betterment of our fellow brothers and sisters, but my skills and talents in other areas of my artistic endeavors also began to flourish.

Then a signal came…even though I was expecting one, it still caught me a bit off guard, looking back on it now.

“Are you guys moving out of Colorado?” a friend asked out of the blue one day in the middle of that month.   Oksana was traveling in Virginia at the time, catching up with her sons and leading a shamanic workshop.  Our friend thought that we might be entertaining a return to Virginia.

I assured her that this was out of the question.  For my part, I was “locked in” to Durango and The Four Corners.  I was expecting the next move to be somewhere to the north side of town, because that’s where Oksana felt the most alive, in the areas that more closely resembled Alpine environs rather than dry desert borderlands.

Upon Oksana’s return from Virginia, she gifted me with an astrological reading for my 45th birthday.

“What are you doing in Durango?” the astrologer queried.  He went on to state his reasons for better astrological placements elsewhere, but what was really happening in me was a reeling kind of confusion that only happens before moments of great change arrive…not always pleasantly.

Our decision to come to Durango was based on a prophecy from an astrologer that Oksana also trusted, but was different than the one who normally did readings for me.   Moving out of Virginia was essential at the time, anyway, so I would have said yes to anywhere out of the state.

During the 18 months here in the Four Corners, it was amazing to see what the astrologer predicted coming true before our eyes.  But to both Oksana and I, there was something missing to the quality of what was manifesting here.

When you are truly in the flow, you can almost SEE the HIGHER POWERS moving things in your favor.  We certainly saw them here, which means THEY were in support of our decision to come to Durango…just not permanently.

Oksana and I spent the past few weeks pouring over our star charts, journeying shamanically and re-tracing our steps that led to the decision to come to Durango.  An error in calculation was discovered!

While this initially caused a sick feeling in me, due to the mental and emotional gyrations one has to go through to re-orient the will and set the momentum of creative magic moving again, I am ultimately overjoyed at our discovery.  When our new course is set, we are confident that the best part of our living dreams will be found waiting for us in our appointed destination!

For any residents of Durango who will miss our presence about the area, we are glad to receive your sentiments of regret.  It means you cared and that our time here was impactful.  It was not the recent vote to continue adding poisonous fluoride to the public water supply that caused us to leave, even though we were surprised to see you do that to yourselves and your children.

Nor was it the rude treatment I received two years in a row from the promoters of The Durango Voice, a local singing contest and charity fundraising event.  I understand my art is a very unique and free expression in a country and a colony that is still very much infatuated with genocide, fascism, and the outright assault on children that takes place on a daily basis in hospitals and schools.

I’m not here to win any popularity contests.  Oksana and I are here to build a human-friendly future through works of peace, healing and joy.  That means swallowing some very bitter medicine when one lives in a sick society, but the magic and medicine is growing stronger everyday.

It is our destiny, first and foremost, to take care of that.

So, even though we stand defeated in Durango today, not having succeeded in planting our roots here as we once had hoped, we are OVERJOYED in our loss, because it means we are now ONE STEP CLOSER to where we need to be.

By the end of April, both Oksana and I felt our energetic ties to this part of the world had been cut, and that we were free to wander the Earth again, following the signals of our guides to their joyous fulfillment.

In light of these very sudden and life-changing events, I have produced two more spells for our Decade of Love (2012-2022) musical campaign.

Spell 54 is a prayer of gratitude to the overwhelming power and beauty on display in Southwest Colorado.  Even though Durango is not the final destination our Guides had intended when they sent us here, I was very richly rewarded by my time here, both in the flourishing of my talents and the great improvement to my physical health and vitality.  What a joy it was to grow my own marijuana out in the open, too!

Who better to capture the feeling of what Colorado is all about than John Denver?  If anything, I hope my singing of this song points the younger generations into looking up this very beautiful talent and discovering him for themselves.   You can be sure I have come to know and taste the true Rocky Mountain High!

Spell 55 is one of my best rock ‘n’ roll karaoke covers™ to date.  Changing course and moving your life in another direction can require courage and drive, along with a good bit of Natural Magick, so I chose a song that had a lot of punch and energy.

My wife, Oksana, donned her shamanic attire and joined me as Queen Zara Heimdall, invoking her powers of guidance and manifestation to open the way for the next part of our journey, wherever that will be.   Once it is known to us, we will certainly take Drivin’ ‘n’ Cryin‘s music to heart, flying courageously towards what is revealed in the fullness of time.

As always, your support for our dreams of a human-friendly future are deeply appreciated!  When I began the Decade of Love five years ago, I had no idea that it would be this much FUN!  All I can do is continue to encourage each and every one of you to pick-up your relationship to the divine again and make it real!

Obviously, we’ll keep you posted once the guidance is clear for the next portion of our wonderful journey.  But for right now, our focus is on gratitude for our time in Durango.

 

Spell 052: Arthur Danu – White Solstice (Bing Crosby & Irving Berlin)

Dale of Silvermoon, CO ColonyHuman Ambassador from the Sidhe, Arthur Danu, reaches back into the Christmas carols of yesteryear and pulls out a Karaoke Cover™ of White Christmas that will warm your heart and please the ghosts of Bing Crosby and Irving Berlin.

Happy Solstice Season and year 2017!

Spell 050 : Arthur Danu – Stuck in the Middle with You (Stealers Wheel)

For many millions of people, the 2016 Presidential Election is the political equivalent of Hulk Hogan going up against Andre the Giant way back in Wrestlemania III, when I was still masturbating to porno magazines that had not yet found the courage to show full oral copulation or penile penetration.  Those were desperate and fun times, just like the present moment.

Caught in the illusion and sadness of this spectacle, which truly indeed has the larger world very frightfully worried and afraid, will be the millions of people who are once again actually duped into feeling good about participating in this obvious, lawless charade.

They will be angry beyond recompense when either side feels that they have become the victims of the globalist fraud America has been exposed to be.   In Great Britain, the government is busy dodging allegations of pedophilia at the highest levels, all the way up to the “powerless, ceremonial, culturally vital” Crown.  The Clinton email scandal has tipped the iceberg of America’s participation in this global network of baby fuckers and nation rapers.  If it goes and delves as deeply as they’ve done in Britain, well…let’s just say that this country, and certainly the present culture, is not disarmed from expressing itself in ways that are surprising and shocking beyond belief.

Those sins and many more are about to be poured out into the open of the collective conscious.  Even the wide open yet unopposed sins of poisonous child vaccinations, genital circumcisions, chemtrailing and the outright political and financial theft of the working classes are about to be perceived with a new clarity of vision that has not been here, on this planet, in a long while.

Why is it coming now?   Why this moment in time?   Why will the Collective be largely unable to kick these problems down the road into an autistic future afraid of emotional turbulence?

Because it will clearly be seen that war has been made upon mankind.  This war is the war that has echoed in our minds and souls from a very long time ago.  It is a war of a broken heart, destroyed planets, misleading ambitions and confused sexual identities.  It is a battle fought in lost histories and in the highest temple sanctuaries.  It is a Gordian knot binding the Soul as the Dragon of Fire coils in preparation of unleashing its elemental fury upon its hopeless, time-bound captive.

The human mind can only take so much pressure before it cracks.  The Earth will fracture along with it, as well any semblance of the political bonds that has held the nation states together.

To the globalist agents that read my screeds, what I’m describing to you sounds like porn to them.  This is what they have been fantasizing about for centuries.  Their orgasm is a nuclear explosion, or as many as the gods of destruction permit them to get away with.

And who are the Gods of Destruction?

Why YOU, of Course!!!

It is YOU who have permitted things to get to the condition that they are in now.     I’ve watched this country ignore the truth about 9/11 for 15 years now.  This country is currently in an up-rage over the amount of Black people being killed by police and the influx of Muslim and Mexican refugees being brought into our borders.  But no one seems to be in an up-rage over the millions of people we’ve blasted to oblivion over the past decade, or even the continued, outright assault on our future through the forcing of vaccinations on our children.

We have chosen to be monsters instead of the children of gods, only the mirror that we are looking into just hasn’t cracked yet.

Stuck in the Middle with You is another note sang in the service of cracking that mirror.

I’ve written already about the fact that there is no true difference between Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump, both willing servants of Israel and the ongoing slaughter of the Middle East, as well as the continued extortion of the American people through the Income Tax and Obamacare.

But ultimately, there’s got to be room for me to inject some joy and levity into this story, and I’ve got to thank the body-blasting cast of Johnny Knoxville and his Jackass crew for adding so much visual excellence to the background of my sonic sorcery.

So what is the good news in all of this?

The Truth is getting easier to see!  Once seen, CORRECTIONS can be made!  I once heard a wise sage say that 50% of wisdom is FUCKING UP!  The other 50% is in actually making the correction so that one no longer lives in error.

So there’s plenty of room for forgiveness, which is a very delicious and divine experience to perceive and receive!  I have forgiven the world for 9/11 and the whole host of other crimes I’ve been exposing and railing about for the last 15 years.  At the same time, I’ve been aggressively changing my ways so that I live in more alignment with NATURAL DIVINE WISDOM.

That has brought me the greatest love of all, and a vision of a truly abundant future as exciting as the American Dream once felt in the heart of people who felt REAL PRIDE in being an American.  I used to be one of them.  But now, I AM so much MORE!

A Kingdom of Heaven should feel no less than that, and certainly more, yes?

The possibilities for changing the present state of things in a peaceful and organized way are as great as they have ever been.  I have to thank what the internet has called the forces of evil, the NWO, or the Illuminati, or whatever cool-sounding name there is for the circle-jerking committee of human enslavement, for that achievement.

That’s right.  They’ve consciously built a technological framework for your continued enslavement, and they really haven’t even begun to tighten the screws yet, when you see what we’re truly capable of doing to each other.

But in that moment before the signal to begin the Artificially Intelligent future of their design, the Monkey King gets to throw a wrench in the works, or at least moon you in the face with a loving celestial fart.

Spell 050 has a bit of that whiff to it, too.  Praise goes to Stealers Wheel for the song and to Quentin Tarantino for its introduction into my consciousness.  The song obviously worked well in the movie, and I think it has found a higher octave of expression as the chosen theme song for the 2016 selection not yet elected.

So, we can either crack the egg and hatch a new, human-friendly future, where we take the wisdom of our collective experience and apply it towards a world that has no borders and is filled with humans who view each other as common relations instead of enemies and rivals for scarce resources…or…

We can continue to allow the frequently unaccountable and disjointed narrative of reality that we’ve all been on since JFK decided to fake his assassination and go underground with his degraded depiction of Camelot.

The Universe, as an expression of eternal love for the struggles of mankind, has created the life of Patrick Michael Mooney cum Arthur Danu so that you at least have THE CHOICE about the kind of world you’d like to go to.

Voting in the 2016 election is a lever that signals continued treason in the degradation of our human future.

Voting for artists and visionaries who are using their divine talents in the service of joy and a greater expression of humanity signals to the universe that you are now ready for that instead.

By the way, this same wisdom applies to other countries, equally suppressed by ignorance, horrific political representation and cultural perceptions that are showing themselves to be no longer necessary.

May I count on your vote today?

Vote Now!

Spell 048 : Arthur Danu – Paddy Cool (Boney M)

“He descended into Hell.  On the Third Day, He rose again, in fulfillment of the Scriptures.”

For many Catholics, and Christians alike, the above passage is a part of the Christ myth that gets very little attention.  Perhaps because it is part of a long, monotonous list of beliefs called a Creed, whose droning sound echoes throughout cathedral sound chambers designed to magnify the smallest whisper, and inculcate a state of  theta receptivity, that this belief should go unexamined for so long.

Perhaps it is because there was no one there to truly witness what happened.

That would be wrong to state that, though.  I, Arthur Danu, AM witness to the events of those three days in Hell.  And since we are in the midst of The Apocalypse, I see no better time than now to break the long held wall of silence guarded by the death and skullduggery of Masons who have strayed far away from the True Craft.

Beaten and bruised to a bloody pulp, drained of most of his blood, Jesus grasped hard to regain his composure after crying out that God had abandoned him.  He needed to remember, just one more time, WHY he found himself in the gruesome situation at the edge of the Roman Empire and all of Eternity, spit upon by Jews and Gentiles alike, mocked in derision and scorn, dying a socially shameful death between two thieves.

Like a true Master of his Soul, he focused hard and remembered the JOY that made him wealthy.  His death was an INITIATION, nothing more.  He had known, and seen and WORKED with the INVISIBLE during his entire public ministry, and in the private years of study and courage beforehand, where he learned to risk his life for the PEARL of GREAT PRICE.

His Father was a God of ABUNDANCE.  His House was a Room filled with MANY MANSIONS. What is ONE LIFE, to the King who HAS IT ALL?  He was NOW that king!

“It is finished!”  He said.  And so it was!

Light slipped into Darkness.  He descended into Hell.  Curtains were torn in the Temple and a few Republicans hugged a few Democrats.  The print and publishing industry was very excited to have a new holiday to market and produce greeting cards.  Parents everywhere groaned at the new expenses these holidays would drain from the family budget.  Kids rightfully rejoiced at any excuse to have a holiday from school.

Down in the Darkness of Hell, Jesus waited.  He saw a light tunnel off to the distance, with some Grey Aliens pretending to be his family members, inviting him into another round of suffering in the random chance game of karmic craps.  Jesus smartly passed.  As Christ, he knew there were better offers coming to Him.

A friendly, sensuous hand slipped in front of Jesus and offered him a pomegranate.  This fruit of the Dead, given to him by a Queen of The Dead, Persephone Herself, was an offer He was smart enough not to refuse.

Immediately, the pain and the torturous echoes of the maddening death by crucifixion was leaving his Divine awareness.  He had managed to hold on to his principle of non-violent loving action in the service of Truth.  He had walked his talk.  He had cast his spell upon the Earth and it was now forever changed, as it always had been, by LOVE.

Forevermore, the Earth would renew His vision of godly love, because like all visions of godly love, there is a passionate embrace for the living Earth and the sacred feminine that nurtures divine dream into reality,

Daddy Cool says you can have whatever life you want to live.  As many times as you want.  They will all be filled with JOY because of what you did in your life as The Christ!” Persephone broke the news with the same joy that takes Her when she makes arrangements for her trip to the Upper World.  In human terms, that’s more excitement  than getting a refund check of stolen money from the IRS.

A few ideas for fun living immediately manifested in his mind, and he built rooms out for them in his imagination.  One of them is about the great Grail King of legend, Arthur Pendragon, now Danu, yours truly.

The other was about an American high school teacher who falls in love with a hot, magical, Faery Queen who just happens to be from Russia.  It’s a fun story of how the Second Cold War gets averted just in the nick of time and humanity moves forward into its future with joy instead of terror,

Juiced up by the ecstasy of pomegranate and his now AFFIRMED immortality, Jesus tried out the body of his future life and summoned Satan into his presence.

“Well done, Chief Adversary! That’s quite a convincing spectacle you put on up there in Earth!  In earlier times, your challenges were friendlier.  Now that you’ve got people believing and worshiping in that one-god nonsense, it tends to get pretty vicious when you get lost in the illusion.”

Satan shifted into the sexy form of Persephone once again, grabbing Jesus by his junk and leading him out to the center of a raging disco dance floor.  Rasputin leaped out from the shadows, smelling the scent of sex rising from the loins of nymphs and satyrs alike.

Christ just died!  Party time!

Christ is Rising…and he’s packing heat!  Party time!

Christ will most certainly cum again!  Party Time!

With Rasputin’s vodka-laced invocation complete, the funky strains of Boney M blared and shook the halls of Pluto’s Disco Inferno!  He would be extremely jealous of anyone else trying to grab the ass of his semi-annual lover, but watching Persephone being sandwiched between Rasputin and Jesus was a sight that other immortals would be hard pressed to believe.

Dancing in Joy and Truth, Christ Jesus literally burned away the sins of the world and set his heart to peace.  It took three days because each day is danced with one of his different sisters.  When Joy is reached, Anubis measures the heart against the evidence of the Past, Present and Future.

Being lighter than a feather, He ascended into Heaven, though that’s an odd name to call Jersey City.  Glastonbury at least sounded like it was in a high rent district.

Those two lives and more, our resurrected Christ did explore!

Want to know more? For Sure?

Knock on the only Door.

The one that says “Truth”.

Open it with Trust.

Walk In.

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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

Spell 47 : Arthur Danu – White Rabbit (Jefferson Airplane)

Dale of Silvermoon, CO Colony – Karaoke Cover™ King, Arthur Danu just released his latest musical contribution to A Decade of Love (2012-2022) today.  Spell 47 was cast in honor of the excellent work done so far by one of his Faery Spirit guides, The Pookah.  Here’s what Arthur had to say on the release of his music video:
“My destiny as Arthur Danu in this life is to empower the flowering of truth by nurturing environments of JOY within the Self and the surrounding, natural landscapes of The Great Mother.  My way of doing this will be varied, mystical and wonderful.  The Pookah is teaching me so much about spontaneous playfulness and it’s great power to disarm fear and hatred.  I think this is a wonderful lesson for all of us to ponder at this seminal Summer of Change.
Surrounded now by many varieties of hares and rabbits, I am having thoughts of abundance and horny playfulness.  I enjoy my body in my mid-forties much more than I did when I was supposed to be in “my prime”, back in my studly twenties.  I had a lot of fun back then, make no mistake about it, but there was a part of me that was always fighting inside of myself.  I didn’t feel worthy of the goodness Life offered to me then; the cultural conditioning had done its job effectively, at least for a little while.
But like fucking rabbits, the gods spawn multiple opportunities for us to “clean up our acts”, which though it sounds boring and sacrificial, actually winds up increasing one’s capacity for joy, ease and abundance; as well as lessening the necessity for striving so arduously against time and seasoning.
I believe in humankind and I believe in Love.  The two ARE NOT INSEPARABLE.  You have been told that God is LOVE.  Now add HUMAN into that equation, for it is MAN who created the WORD, and the Word is God.  God, therefore, must SERVE MAN.  Even in the plural multiplicity of the great singularity, you can say correctly that The Gods must serve humankind.
If you follow the White Rabbit into this reality tunnel long enough, you will come out the other side to the great Paradise of your longing.  But never get too comfortable anywhere.  The ticking of TIME will drive you madly from one room to the next, unless you wake up and create an adventure where TIME has to catch up with YOU!”

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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!




 

Spell 45 : Michael’s Theme (adapted from Poltergeist)

Dale of Silvermoon, CO ColonySometime between the casting of Spell 44 and the release of our latest musical offering in A Decade of Love (2012-2022), we crossed over the threshold of four years of magical, musical transformation in the makings.  With Spell 45, I have now surpassed in songs performed and publicly produced, the number of Earth years enjoyed by this mortal flesh of mine.

But what is time to someone that has come to know his own immortality?  I had this thought occur to me as I stood in the midst of the most perfect manifestation of Valhalla that I could ever imagine.  I couldn’t believe that I was living in a landscape even more dramatic and captivating than the soft and classic shire hills of Neulandel in the Virginia Colony.  Was I dead and just didn’t know it?  According to my subscription numbers, I’ve been dead for a long time, baby!

It’s a good thing that there is no death in the actuality of it, and I don’t mean that as a slight to the ever beautiful Persephone, or my good friend, Anubis.  It’s just that we keep on living.  Civilizations come and go, embracing this concept or not, or having metaphors for it that just would not make sense to the present form of human constitution.

I understand that my spells may not mean a whole heck of a lot to you on the outside world.  They mean the world to me!  When I began the Decade of Love, I was very much attached to the struggle of this world, and driven by its fears to the brink of suicide, just like my twin brother, who allegedly did the deed himself.  I was fortunate to have truly discovered the power of music, which is to say the power behind the music.  This connection to an Invisible World became tangible and powerful, just as all the works of holy scripture, occult magick, and Faery Lore attest.

While my prayerful life as a Christian no doubt opened many doors into the Spirit world, my access to them did not cease when I took up the mantle of my own godlihood, and abandoned all dogmas for none.  At The Monroe Institute, it is taught in the advanced programs that beliefs in gods and angels and faeries constitute realms of consciousness that Bob Monroe labeled Belief System Territories.  In other words, the representative “forms” that divinity assumes, even the idea of divinity itself, is only as powerful as the person’s ability to believe in it.  Beliefs can cause attachments, so participants were taught to disassociate from as many as possible in their lifetime so that they might achieve “escape velocity”, and never have to return to the Earth Life System again.

But there are experiences that I had at The Monroe Institute, and elsewhere on this sacred Earth, that in no way, shape or form, could I ever ascribe to being the result of a belief that I possessed about things.  In fact, so much of my worldview today is informed by things and events that I still gawk in awe and wonder at when I ponder how far I have come within myself.  The world I am living in now was not even a dream in the conscious person who awoke shortly after September 11, 2001.

And what I see now is the world of living wonder that the ancient cultures of this world once knew how to live in harmony with.  They did it globally, too, without turning the world into a gulag.  Why we veered from that path has many variable explanations, from cataclysms to Martian invasions to mutated and retarded genes.  It’s really not important at this point in the game.

What is important is that I AM living a life that is making a comeback via the intelligent forces of the Natural world.  There is no doubt in my heart that a Golden Age is returning to this world.  It may take awhile to unfold, seeing as how many people are choosing to buy into the technotronic disconnect.  But as the background image in this spell clearly shows, we are as connected as we have been on a conscious and social level since perhaps the time of the Tower of Babel, however far back you want to date that myth.

Ahead of us all is the great moment of choice and change.  Nobody knows what life is like on the other side of World War III.  The parts of us that seemed resigned to experience that dour fortune no doubt wonder just how far down the elevator of depravities our human form can travel.  But, as the evidence of my life continues to elocute, those who make a choice to live for Truth, Goodness, and Beauty will find ways to harvest more of the same.  Yes, there are trials along the way.  But there are trials on the depraved and powerless path, too.

The difference is in the experience of trials visited upon you.  When one is depraved, one is always at the mercy of their tormentors.  When one lives from a dignified soul, you soon or eventually see that you become the  master of your trials, to the point where Lucifer yields lovingly to you!

And who would Lucifer yield to, you might ask, without the slightest hint of resentment or grudgery?  Why, the One who has passed the flaming sword of Eden, light in her own heart, unconcerned with death or destruction, though it confront her in a raging storm of fury.  Possessing a power greater than Excalibur, Mjolnir, or even Michael’s dragon-slaying sword, the abundant force of gratitude overwhelms all the Soul’s tyrannies and throws down our sins with it.

Spell 45 is ultimately saying Angels are real.  Without drowning each other in spiritual dogma, let’s do our best to give them a listen.  We’re all looking desperately into space for alien visitors to rescue us from our maddening situation.  If we remember that the gods gave us hearts to hear them, we’d discover a lot more truth and wisdom than our telescopes and satellites have returned thus far.

Do we really need angels or aliens to tell us how to feed each other well and live in peace?  As gods in the growing, let us ponder that the responsibility be taken on by us, with joy and gratitude.

So mote it be.

Mantis Message

Why We All Get To Heaven…A Message of Forgiveness Like You’ve Never Heard Before

There’s a universe of hints in my life that create a special tale in my own imagination, that has always led me to believe that I am a Son of God.

Don’t worry, I’m not looking to be worshiped. I worship myself, this beautiful life I am living, and that is enough for me. I AM truly blessed among men, for I and the land are one in a conscious marriage that gets sweeter by the day, as my ignorance of who I AM scales off my skin.

My good friend, the Archangel Michael, gave me a burning rash on my skin that has been tormenting me for the past few weeks. Only today is the tide now turning and the healing begun with a gusto of energy that feels like a great gift of love from the self same source of my present suffering.

How can one who would burn me be my friend? How then, did Lancelot and I become friends? How then, is he still my friend now, wherever he travels in the Nine worlds, whether on this Earth or not? I pose it that way for I have not met a mortal man in this Life whose Soul is yet worthy of the resonance of that name and my dear friend, though I wish I could say that I lived in a world where there were many like him.

What the rash revealed to me, as I lay in torment night after night like a Vulcan going through Pon-Far, was that I had not resolved my anger with the world. There was no way I could fulfill my destiny as an ambassador of joy if I was seething with rage in the cauldrons of my Soul. Pluto was receiving plenty of energy to make the instruments of war with the world, and he was getting plenty of fuel from me!

It was not that I was afraid to face that anger, I just couldn’t truly understand it’s source. I still don’t know it’s source.

But it is gone now. It is of the world. I leave it with the world.

Michael, my friend, burned it out of me. Seething hot is the flame of the Archangel! Those only testing the waters of the path of the Invisible worlds had better be careful when entertaining angelic energies! Their power is VERY POTENT, and if you are not willing to be held accountable, it is better left to those who are.

So, the cure for my burning anger of this world was the sudden realization, given to me by the power of my middle name, that;

“Everyone gets to Heaven!”

We don’t all get there in the same time. The greatest Pope who ever lived, until I excommunicated him, that is, was Robert Anton Wilson I.

“The Truth is apprehended non-simultaneously!”

The light bulb eventually goes on for everybody. For many it will not be this life. The absolute idiocy on display in all political theaters of the world is proof of that. You do have to be brave and truthful to get into Heaven. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be HEAVEN!

Heaven is full of HONEST PEOPLE WHO LOVE EACH OTHER, THEIR CHILDREN, AND THEIR FUTURES! THEY DO NOT LIVE IN FEAR OR ANGER. THEY MAKE AN ART OUT OF JOY. THERE IS NO PROFIT IN THE SUFFERING OF OTHERS.

But even should the whole world lose its humanity, everyone will still get to Heaven!

Some of you are still having a hard time accepting it. A lot of you are. You’ve been resisting the message for at least the last two thousand years.

So let me explain it to you again. I won’t use parables this time, just straight talk.

God created EVERYTHING...Including those people who don’t believe in Shim.

Unfathomably, perhaps for Her pleasure, perhaps not, God is Three Persons in One. SHIM’s names are Urdh, Verdandi, and Skuld. Known by many other names across all cultures, their role is to artfully weave the pleasure of the divine imagination into “existence”.

This “existence” is still a portion of the divine, for nothing is apart from the ALL, not the most radical terrorist on Earth, the Queen of England, nor the most benign, yours truly, for who else but a Son of God could pardon the sins of one so evil?

I made her that way, as are my other minions; Obama, Putin, and the top captains of your pyramid power structures. It is all by my design.

I am the ARCHITECT OF THIS UNIVERSE, YOU NOW KNOW.

It is my pleasure to set myself in opposition to myself. It is a great challenge, a timeless, godly task, to keep up the balance necessary for all of “this” to exist.

Many of you are terrified of the endlessness of this, because the illusion We weave is so attractive and fascinating. So We created DEATH, to give juice to the game of life!

Let me tell you this…based on what you could be eating, you are cheating yourselves a great deal out of a truly delicious life!

The finest taste is the taste of Love. The more honest the love, the sweeter the taste. World without end, amen!

Do you think or believe it can be that good? I know it is!

That’s why I can forgive you!

I created the opportunity to unbelieve, to forget, to remain unaware of your divine connection. Stay where you are all you like. As immortal beings, you are rich in time.

But if where you are isn’t HEAVEN?  Say, the Oval Office or 10 Downing Street, or the Vatican, or Basel or Jerusalem or Moscow or Beijing, or Paris or Berlin. Then where are you?
And how do you get to Heaven?

(I didn’t include New York, because God is a Yankee fan, and Frank Sinatra’s voice interceded on behalf of all the good working people of that city, who never blow their top, despite the fact that they are some of the most inhumanely treated people on Earth.)

Every choice for the Truth is a step toward Heaven.

Every step toward Heaven brings greater joy, though the challenge be sometimes difficult. You made it that way!  Enjoy the CREATING of YOURSELF.  This is YOUR GODLY POWER IN ACTION.

For all ETERNITY.

SO MOTE IT BE!

Inscribed by Thrice Great Mooney

At the END of HISTORY.

But never of the Duplicity.

That Manifested the Trinity.

Of the ONE Great MYSTERY.

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