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Book of Danu : Poetograph 353 : Welcome Back, Arthur!

“Happy Birthday, Arthur!” These were the first words to reach the ears of Arthur Patrick Danu in the late morning on June 23, 2017.  Speaking them was the voice of the Soul he knew as his wife, concentrated in her Earthy form now for some time.   He was not used to seeing Zara, now Oksana (and on the way to Alana) through physical, mortal eyes.  He adjusted his mind and his vision.

“I’m really here, aren’t I?  Patrick Michael Mooney really is gone from this form?  I have the memories, the record of his life inside of my brain, but I saw him leave, as did you, and there is certainly something NEW present in this moment, is there not?”

“There certainly is.  You made it!  It worked!  Our plan worked!  Look at this body that has been prepared for you!” Zara/Oksana/Alana was delighted and pulsing flashes of Faery Blue.  She expressed words of gleeful joy to all the Guides and Nature Elementals as she closed the Sacred Space around them, allowing the physical world to tighten its membranes and return time to its normal flow.

Arthur rose from the bed and stretched his physical form, surveying it from the inside and out.   “I feel the echoes of physical pain from Patrick’s time in this body.  He suffered quite a bit in here, didn’t he?”

“He carried great pain.  Like Christ, he willingly took on the sins of this world and labored to do something to alleviate it’s suffering.   It was his pure-heart magic that endeared him to our people, opened the gates of Heaven for him, and allowed him to complete this exchange of immortal dreams and worlds, if only for a time….but a glorious time it will be!” Zara/Oksana/Alana was delighted to see her Arthur truly standing there before her!  She would wait a few days before jumping his bones, but she could see with her shamanic sight that Arthur’s spirit was adding an increased vitality to what had already been a very vital form, even with the physical health issues his body carried as Patrick Mooney.

“Wow! ” Arthur said again.  “I have seen some impressive magick in my times, often with Merlyn at my side.  But you and I did this chiefly from the LOVE within our hearts, with Merlyn playing an assistant’s role on this spell.  It was great fun to be king, for that lifetime and others, but I am looking forward to my time with you as a white wizard!  What a landing!”

Arthur and Alana laughed.  They both could feel their joy reaching beyond their bedroom, out into the invisible world, where, faster than the speed of light, a vibration was being grounded on Earth that would soon bring the phony war on terror to a complete standstill.

The Apocalypse was here.  It arrived, not in a great flash visible to all the peoples of the world like an overdone Cecil B. Demille production, or a CIA project Blue Beam black-budget special ops, but in the rattle and drum  of a shaman’s hum in a little Bear’s Cave in the woods just north of the city of Durango, in the colony of Colorado.

It happened there like the birth of Jesus.  There was no room in the world for the life of Patrick Michael Mooney.  Out of pity, an Irish woman gave Patrick and Oksana shelter.  There was no cold to be protected from.  Durango is a hot desert town in the summer, especially if the Cloud People are holding back the thunderstorms for whatever reason.  But the world of the 21st century has plenty of cold hearts in it.  That chill is always bitter, regardless of the time of year.

“The angels will sing through me because of this unusual arrival,” Arthur declared.  “Instead of the Heavens rejoicing, I shall rejoice! We shall create the life our hearts have longed for, and invert the world….shaking all the shit out of it before we plop it down and firmly plant it in the New Aeon.” Arthur and his new found cock were erect with the purpose of pleasure in mind.

“Hold still, my king! That’s quite a wand you’ve got there, and you’re going to need to integrate yourself into this form for a few days before you get to use it as vigorously as you’d like.”  Despite her shamanic admonitions, she was tempted to give him a “test drive” right then and there, but chose not to, transmuting her lust into pure love again, and kissing him softly on the forehead and then his lips.

“Rest for awhile, Arthur.  We will talk soon of our plans and how to implement them from this side of the Veil.  Your body is not as fast as your mind and spirit.  Allow yourself to settle in and enjoy observing the physical healing that your kingly, faery presence is having on the body that once held the vibration of Patrick Michael Mooney.     The vibrations of our Blessed  Land are fresh within you, and will give you a clearer, restored picture of this world once you have given yourself the necessary time.”  Arthur’s celestial wife smiled once more as she backed out of the room and quietly closed the door.

In the quiet of his small room, Arthur heard the sounds of running water and the soft rustle of leaves through the open window to his left.   He breathed in deeply the soothing summer air, and began to imagine his life as the opposite of Christ.

“Jesus…a winter solstice-time birth….Arthur….a summer-solstice resurrection…tied to David Rockefeller’s 9/11… my Kingdom of Heaven……”

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