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Book of Danu : Poetograph 355 (Hyperborean Opening)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Something Fun had begun!

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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