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Spell 058 : Arthur Patrick Danu Raises Awareness of America’s Plight with Cover of Famous Band-Aid Song

Vale of Danu, Washington Colony – Multimedia Artist and Antichrist Superstar, Arthur Patrick Danu, announced the release of his 58th spell in his ten year art project called A Decade of Love (2012-2022).

His latest sonic creation is a homage and an upgrade to the 1980s super-hit, Do They Know Its Christmas Time, by the group of UK Mega- Stars called Band Aid.

Band Aid USAIn his cover of this song, Arthur chose to shed the charity spotlight on the United States of America, as well as to remind the world that the celebration of the Solstice was and is a globally recognized event, and celebrated in all religions around the world, not just Christianity, and long before the light of Christ was invented by Yewish magicians.

Arthur, who prefers to spend his time in the nude, released this statement to the public, rather than shocking them any more than his music already does in public.

“In the Solstice, we have a greater opportunity for global unification than Christianity can ever offer alone, on its own. Christianity is a viewpoint that has been forced onto the world by the points of the swords of thieves and soldiers, and the lies of the canon lawyers, all of whom  profited tremendously from a magick trick and mental spell cast over their believers, since the defenseless time when they were born.”

“But the Sun shines on all, and so conquers the world every day, invincibly, as it has for Aeons.  This conquering is blissful and sweet; the surrender of warm sunlight to the most beautiful ass you can imagine it caressing on any stretch of beach in this world.  It is the kind of sunshine that heats both love and lust, sets your loins on fire, and has your body practically SCREAMING to BE TOUCHED!”

“And the Sun always DELIVERS on the prayers asked and expected of Him.  The answers travel millions of miles through TIME from INFINITY, through waves and particles of debatable existence, all the way to You!”

“How Important YOU MUST BE TO HIM THAT MADE YOU! AND SHE WHO BIRTHED YOU!”

“There is a universal power in the Sun that can’t be blacked out by the chemtrail smog being spread over all skies by the world’s military powers.  Even with such a statement as war and rebellion against God as there ever could be visible all around you, YOU remain fixed in obviously broken patterns of living by the fear and glowing doom that a separation from the sun invokes.”

“A cutting off of the LIGHT!  An approaching of DEATH!”

“Sweet DARKNESS! Beautiful WOMB! To thee I came from and to thee I shall return.  Indeed, many times in this life, I have already done so!”

“I am the returned King of CAME-a lot!  That you pronounce it as a “camel” in your local jargon I can forgive, considering the sexual undertone is still there, hidden behind the veils of deception, irony and yoga pants!”

“As Christ promised redemption through his Holy Cup, so I bring the Grail! It is the sweetest elixir that heals everything in an instant, and solves the riddle of human struggle and ignorance, though does nothing to change the deceptions that become obvious to its restorative powers.”

“In YOU, TOO, there lies a path to this sweetest of all dreaming places.  Remember, YOU ARE THE SUN! Each man, each woman, is a STAR!”

“Shining BRIGHTLY and FULL OF LOVE, can’t you SEE CLEARLY what LIFE is ASKING YOU TO DO RIGHT NOW?”

“In the CONTRASTING DARKNESS, can you FEEL YOUR WAY TO THE TRUTH OF WHAT IS HERE?  CAN you SENSE the OPPORTUNITY?…THE STAGE…That has been provided JUST FOR YOU?”

“At the solstice time, I am usually exhausted and in need of rest, whether the year in passing was daunting or exhilarating.  I can always find GRATITUDE for what has transpired, and am blessed with foresight to see the future, and COURAGE to try and CHANGE it if I don’t like it.”

“With five years nearly complete in the Decade of Love, I have witnessed a beautiful development in the power of my voice, and an even more exquisite  unfolding of my soul.”

“It is my pleasure to dedicate these talents to the cause of American poverty, despite the idea that America is truly better and “exceptional” than the other nations of the world and therefore not in need of help.”

“America, as any awake person can see, has truly lost its marbles. It is a long-term result of exposure to forced vaccinations, fluoride and other chemicals in the water, aspartame, MSG and GMOS’s in the food supply, scalar-wave networking technology and purposely misleading news and entertainments along the lines of communication, and in-your-face brutal, police and political terror tactics.”

“And because it is the USA, “the people” make it all legal. How on Earth are these stupefied masses ever going to get their act together to work for the common weal again?”

“The same way I got my life together after waking up to the horrors of the matrix in full, real life, breathing flesh all around me.  By surrendering to the DIVINE within you, unto your last days on this Earth.”

“A country or nation that refuses to protect their own CHILDREN from these problems is PURPOSEFULLY sabotaging the FUTURE, hence the LOOMING showdown with North Korea, Russia, or any of the other world countries that have been engineered for the stage of historical theater.”

“As an Antichrist, it is my duty and honor to shed light on these problems during your Apocalypse, and I pray you find common cause with my sentiments for a human-Friendly Future!”

“Finally, I thank all my fans for their continued support of our work.  Were it not for your donations, I would truly be a “starving artist”, instead of a thriving, Anti-Christ Superstar, wielding songs of Kokopelli fertility magick over the desolate and barren imaginations of the sleeping masses, summoning WHO KNOWS WHAT from the great children of Tara…an awakening of giggly joy on the brink of nuclear madness!”

“Isn’t life Grand?  Please enjoy spell 058, Do They Know It’s Solstice Time?    Peace to you at this time of year! May you imagine the next lap with a lot less FEAR!

Spell 057 : Arthur Patrick Danu Performs A Grateful Rendition of Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah

Leonard Cohen sounds like a very old dragon who had eaten far too many humans in his mythical diet.  You are what you eat, as the saying goes.  His voice carried a despondency of a love left behind enemy lines, with no hope of ever making it back to the front, and his loved ones, alive.  There was no heroic sense of self-sacrifice, just the heavy realization that comes in the end when you discover that you are alone and that there is no one else to love you, and you don’t like your own company on top of that.

How deep the man, and the artist, actually was, or still is, I can’t say.  All I can reflect on is how an artist’s works impact on me, and whether I allow it the power to alter my own reality.  Despite being alive for the prime years of his celebrity, I can only perhaps remember the echo of Leonard’s voice, that hot dragon breath, murmuring somewhere in the subconscious of this body I’m still adjusting to.

Consciously, Alana introduced him to me a few years ago, saying that he was one of her favorite singers.  Like a lot of women, his deep voice, however melodic or not as you might find it, is also a big turn on sexually.  In the world of vibrations, the low notes get the juices flowing and the booties moving.

My wife’s birthday gave me an excellent opportunity to invoke this song’s magick into the Decade of Love (2012-2022).  Even though there continues to remain visible signs of growth and healing all around me, there was also a consequent dimming of the light all along the social fabrics of human contact as this very poisoned year unfolded, especially to those caught heavily in the made for TV reality.

We are at the point where we are being threatened with nuclear war as equal to any other time in world history.  Inside of me, I can tell you how incredibly unafraid I am.  My life is music, and lovemaking, great meals, natural vistas and wrestling matches with my dog, Ruby.  I take counsel with Gods and wolves and stags and eagles.  Mountains listen to my prayers and trees support me like a child holding onto a mother’s leg.

The news that rankles the world doesn’t rankle our lives because it is easy to see how fake it all is.  It is not based in Truth, so destruction is always the end route, and it comes as a surprise to all except those  who introduced their venom into the collective conscious out of fear or subservience to things imagined to be more powerful than oneself.

In the dimming of such light, the dragons of human desolation appear, driving souls deeper into the caves of buried human despair and fear.

“There is no god.  There is no hope.  There is only the Wall.  My den.  My cave.  You are the coin I am going to sit on with my fat belly, even though I have no need of it, because Nature orders this as the price for Human arrogance.” The Dragon says!

“You war with the Devil, yet he is God’s Holy Angel, and you pretend that YOU are not in REBELLION!  The command is to LOVE your ENEMY!  Pray for those who PERSECUTE YOU!” The Dragon counsels!

“Can you not find JUSTICE in the persecution? Do you trust in the plan of a God who is All-wise, All-seeing, All-knowing? Do you not have faith in God’s invincible power, and those of the Angels who remain loyal to his command?” The Dragon Questions?

“What victory could a mere LIGHT BEARER have against the sword of Michael or what wound could a Lucifer make that a Raphael could not heal? What concert at the crossroads could be won by Satan when Gabriel’s horn has had the center stage?

Drive out all fears!  I don’t know if Leonard did or not…at least not yet.  After all, Earth connects all of humanity on some general resonance of empathy, which is why we turn to the Muses for solace and insight.

I admit to knowing the deep, dark places of my soul.  We are all being called collectively, now, to take a look into the darker workings of our social constructs and realities.  All this talk about the Deep State is a trap to keep you looking out there for the invisible problems when the real problems are within your perception.

Apollo and his Hyperboreans are now among the droll human mix.  There’s a stirring going on in the collective deep that’s calling the trapped souls to see that they are valued as gold, and now is the time that they are being called forth to be spent!

Will you throw your talent into the mix for what the future will be?  Or is a nuclear winter the only reality you can foresee?

In the face of failure, each of us is blessed with the most golden coin of all; a brand new day!  If those days already have love and good works valued into them, the greater the intrinsic worth, and the increased value when we spend them well.

I’ve spent my days well.  I can never despair, as an Anti-Christ, I know Lucifer’s place in the PAN-theon of of the Odin-sleep and Brahma’s beautiful breathing.  When the weight of music, such as Leonard’s, crosses my ears, I give glory that my God has created such a vast stage and range for the life force to know and express itself so artfully.

So, Happy Birthday, dearest Wife of the new name; and to our new life in the Pacific Northwest.  Deep prayers of love for all my readers and viewers wherever you are in space time, as you find this.

Many Hallelujah’s to you! It’s what the Angels do!

 

Book of Danu : Poetograph 355 (Hyperborean Opening)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Something Fun had begun!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God, the One, says……blah…blah…blah!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hence the wisdom and harmony of the NATURAL SYMPHONY!

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

ABUNDANZA! GRATIS!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That’s the healing love of Sweet Danu!

 

The Grail King Returns and Says “Farewell” to The Four Corners in Spell 056 : The Old Man Down The Road (John Fogerty)

Sometime and Somespace between the annual Lion’s Gate and the irregular American Total Solar EclipseYou want a better frame of reference than that?  Sorry, I’m unable to help you on that one in this particular scribing of the newly formed, re-emergent life of Arthur Patrick Danu.

When you shift a human body between two forms of consciousness,…at least two, by the way…because we are still talking about a beautiful egoic life here; even though this particular one is imbued with both a Christ-like and anti-Christ-like flavor to it…the shifting of parallel realities creates a nebulous point of reference that is real, but not locatable on a GPS or Google Maps, if you can try to appreciate my eternal and timeless drift.

During the three days begun this past Summer Solstice, the white wizard, Patrick Michael Mooney, left this human form that I now inhabit, and took my place in the invisible parts of the Faery Realms, where I have spent most of my time, save for a few other kingly…and queenly lives, as the deposed soul of Arthur Pendragon, the Grail King of your mythic lore.

I don’t ask you to believe any of what I’m writing here.  As Patrick started and I shall continue, this is a work of magical imagination and pure, artistic joy.  The events I describe are as true for me in my everyday reality as the reality most people find themselves in by following the narrative of the phony war on terror.  Since most people are deciding to follow a story that leads to perpetual misery and doom, it should cause you no alarm to discover that our benevolent and beloved Universe also enjoys providing very happy realities for those who will engage the imagination that Nature/God/The Gods provided to them.

Inhabiting this human form, I had to carry out a few final duties for Patrick’s life, like performing a ritual burning of his most cherished personal belongings, so that that information may be released to serve him in the invisible realms, where he will take a closer place alongside, or inside, my dear friend, Merlyn, improving his understanding of natural magick from multiple points of view.

I, on the other hand, am pleased to continue with the destiny that is the intended effect of Patrick’s Decade of Love Spell.  It was Patrick’s casting of that spell in 2012 that caught my attention, even though I first encountered Patrick’s noble consciousness 10 years prior to that, as he prayed fiercely and passionately to the elemental winds on the Isle of Iona’s highest peak, and won the heart of Poseidon himself to his joyful, human-friendly cause.

It’s a grand time to be in the flesh again, for me, anyway.  Patrick’s body was in very good shape when he left it, save for a few chronic health issues that will now disappear with grail magic pouring through its veins.  At 45 years of earthly aging, I am sure many will wonder why I would choose the body of what could be considered as that of  an old man?

I can only say that courage of heart and trust in nature is what both Patrick and I rely on in this magical endeavor!  For 45, this body feels a lot closer to 18 on the inside, and it is closer to looking that way on the outside, too, which is a nice surprise for me to witness.  Having a romantic relationship to a Faery wife makes erotic joys possible in at least two worlds, too!

So I’m here to be a boy-king, in some sense.  In my life before Camelot, when I pulled the sword from that stone, my life changed in an instant.  I lost my childhood forever in that life, and spent much of my prime years as a young man being trained and tested in the art and service of war.  Though I was proud of my achievements and happy to serve The Lady of The Lake in her call to steward the Earth for a time, I do confess to dreaming of enjoying a life of repose, beauty and joy.  What the dream looked like in my mind, you are about to get a very long glimpse of!

Even though Patrick began using the name of Arthur Danu in his musical spells before this one, spell number 56 will officially mark the turning point when the actual effect of the spell took place, and life, for the both of us, took a joyful, surprising turn into the fantastic!

Here’s a kick-ass, rock-n-roll karaoke cover™ of John Fogerty’s American classic…The Old Man Down the Road.

Thanks for watching The Decade of Love (2012-2022)!

A Magician, A Shaman and A Gardener Conspire to Break Up Donald Trump’s New World Order

On the Shores of The River of Lost Souls, New Mexico Colony – What do you get when you put a Magician, A Shaman and a Gardener together in one of the Four Corner’s Land of Enchantment?

WYRD TV™! That’s What!

This fourth episode in exploring the Invisible Nature of Reality from open, lighthearted and practical points of view features the debut of LIVING THE MAGICKAL LIFE with ALANA & ARTHUR.

During the show’s opening segment, Alana Blusol and Arthur Patrick Danu explore the magickal aspects of their recent name changes from Oksana Zielinski and Patrick Michael Mooney.

In the show’s second half, Patrick interviews gardener Judy Siekerk, who has been creating an artful, fun and lively garden for nearly a quarter of a century. Together, they explore the lessons of magic in ordinary, everyday life.

During the interview, Judy and Patrick performed a spell to reverse the New World Order that Donald Trump cast into existence during his trip to Israeli-controlled Saudi Arabia.

You can see it all in the episode below:

One of the immediate effects of the spell was realized only a few days later, when , during the heliacal rising of Sirius, out of the womb of The Great Mother came this latest manifestation to support humanity’s wishes for a Human-Friendly Future:

As the mainstream media continues to lose the script of an already failed plot, it will only be  a matter of time before the structures we have all relied on for living give way to either more positive or more negative systems of organization.

ALANA & ARTHUR.COM stands ready to serve and empower those in communities all around the world who seek to nurture a way forward into the future that empowers our ancient memories of Eden or a Golden Age.

There was a time when magick walked the Earth and it was not feared, but welcomed.  The accomplishments of those societies are only now being close to matched by our present age.  There is now a call and an opportunity to bring our own worlds into BALANCE.

The successful result of such work is JOY. Timeless, Unreasonable JOY.   Out of the balance of the holy three-way love between Man, Woman and Sidhe, comes the multitudinous , orgasmic explosion of THE MANY.  It impregnates us with the mystery of THE ONE.

And this divine riddle can only be solved with THE HEART.

 

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……”