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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.

 

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……”