Dale of Silvermoon, CO Colony – With the advent of the early Springtime sun this morning, I shall have successfully completed my fifth cycle of 9 years of human growth.
I can’t take credit for making it to this point in Life, or even possibly, all of the other achievements I sometimes like to toot my horn about. The many transformations of which my life has undergone have been more of an unfolding as I continue to discover the DIVINE INTELLIGENCE behind the life of Patrick Michael Mooney.
I give so much credit to the Divine, in all HER various forms, for guiding me to the memory of my immortal nature, and the enduring PEACE that comes with that, regardless of the turmoil so common to life on Earth in this Kali-Yugic Age.
It was only during this last cycle of nine years that the SUPER-NATURAL quality of my existence became cemented as an everyday reality for me in my awareness. You can certainly say there has been a tremendous increase in understanding, peace, lovemaking, magic and creativity of all kinds…unimagined only a few short years ago.
How HUNGRY I was then! Thank goodness for my thirst to know LOVE and now that promise has been more than fulfilled in my lifetime!!!
I give praise to the Spirit of TRUTH, and The Sisters of WYRD who nurture COURAGE as one of its many fruits. Had I forsaken this gift and become a coward, silent and compliant with the ignorance of commonplace culture, I do not think I would be scripting a story of love and triumph for you now.
Dropped into the illusion of this next unfolding cycle, I can see a man forming who will not be invisible as he has been before your eyes. The world will finally see HIM, and make room for him, in their calculations about the quantum probabilities of their futures. So much magic is still left to be done between here and there!
And this is what I remain most grateful for…the TRUE MAGICK of this living language of Life! It has given me the Love of Christ and EROS combined! No asceticism for this kin of PAN…except when it comes to my continued reduction of all poisonous foods that would sabotage my quest for a healthy, erect living!
And this is my greatest prayer on my 45th Birthday…that my entire human family wake up to the idea that POISONING OUR FOOD SUPPLY is not normal or sane! Can we look up in the sky now and admit someone is dicking with the weather? Can we finally say GLUTEN INTOLERANCE is public-relations babble for GMO-TOXICITY?
And will a DEAD AMERICA have an NDE (Near-Death Experience), finally seeing the light of Truth around the lies of 9/11 and, upon waking and returning, cherish the breath of Freedom and make the drastic changes that need to made…peacefully…while there is yet still a window of time for such a miracle?
I hold out the invitation and the opportunity for this because that’s what happened to me. I’m not gonna write about it this time. I was inspired to finally stand up and tell the whole world about it, maybe in a way you haven’t heard before.
I sure would appreciate you giving it a watch and a listen. If you have the hots for freedom and liberty like I do, you’ll help pass it on, too.
The Thunderbolts are flying…the pedophiles and nation-rapers still feel like they are winning…but it is fun to watch them shake in public like they are doing right now.
Dale of Silvermoon, CO Colony – Patrick Michael Mooney takes a nice long pull of marijuana out of his favorite glass pipe. The marijuana in it is his own, grown and harvested by his own hands during his first year in the Colorado colony. It burns gracefully into a white smoke and ash as the activators of feminine consciousness now swim through his lungs and into his blood like luscious undines out for a good time.
They find that good time in Mooney, the former High School teacher turned world class binaural beat engineer and magical multimedia artist. “Marijuana is my sacrament. It’s every bit as holy to me as the communion of bread and wine is to the Christians and the ripshaw brancoot is to the Yurekis of Outer Mongolia,” Patrick says with the certainty that makes me blush over my lack of awareness as to who the Yurekis actually are.
Sensing my partial bewilderment, Mooney breaks down his own spontaneous koan. “Yurekis are those who believe in what they are told. A sacrament is what someone else says it is. The ripshaw brancoot might as well be the phony war on terror or Ron Jeremy’s penis. Yurekis will swallow it until they gag on it. (You can actually hear the noise recorded all over the internet!) As such, it is best to leave their actions unmolested in faraway regions, such as Outer Mongolia. But if you are Mongolian, then you can adapt the metaphor by substituting New Jersey.”
Before we can get started talking about his latest spell, the wizard felt compelled to finish his expostulation. “Even though Yurekis have it rough in life because of all the lies they swallow to their own detriment, each is born with the power of choiceto transform themselves out of the situation they were born into. In this, they are given the abundant love of god, for that is all that is required to become awake in the world. One simply has to choose it.”
Pulling again from his mixed salad of sativa and indica strains, Patrick looks long into my eye with a playful Irish grin causing him to squint with glee. “Spell 49 is about VICTORY, plain and simple. 49 became a special number to me through my work at The Monroe Institute. There, it has the unique meaning of being indicated as a focus level where Bob Monroe and his explorers came into contact with a consciousness known as Mirannon. Focus 49 has a special resonance with another focus level, labelled 18, and I AM that in more ways than one, which is beyond what I can explain to you right now.”
The White Wizard continued. “Mirannon was such a palpable presence that Bob Monroe named the lake he had created on his development after his friend from focus 49. In 2002, when I attended the Institute for the first time and visited the lake, I was grasped in my whole body with a power I had never felt before.”
Mooney says that last part, never feeling something before, is a common and often repeated phrase in the life of a wizard, whose journey is to work with and observe the divine parts of nature that reveal themselves to the aspiring adept and the full fledged master.
“Suddenly,” Patrick picks up the story again, “I was being pulled out to the center of the lake by two very beautiful undines, who knew I could not swim, yet did not pull me under despite the horrors sometimes invested in their reputation. It was an introduction, as if to say, HAVE NO FEAR.”
But Patrick had many fears. He says that when you wake up to realize that most of your education has been a fraud, and that your government is the perpetrator of that fraud, it becomes very hard to find anyone to trust, let alone begin working on what might be a solution to what feels like a very horrid dilemma.
“But that’s precisely what the work of a wizard is called to do. I had to trust that my position among the Yurekis, swallowing choad like the pablum of presidential politics or gyrating on religious postulates, was actually a good thing, created for my benefit.”
One of the benefits Mooney cites is compassion. “When you enter into a conscious KNOWING of your divinity, you see the soil from which you sprang up, and you most certainly can smell the bullshit. It is the fertilizer that compels the awake flower to grow upwards and outwards into its unique singularity of being a sex object to birds, bees and human noses.”
“I became a sex object to the Faery Realms, because my work at Monroe was making my soul smell good!” So good, in fact, that a dangerous synchronicity with a karaoke machine kicked his creative life into overdrive. Instead of filing court briefs with an American judicial system too invested in covering up the 9/11 fraud and its corresponding genocide (not to mention a long list of other sordid behaviors), Patrick followed the calling of The Muses and began his work on the Orphic Mysteries.
“As each spell is cast, my relationship with The Invisible becomes more grounded and integrated into a loving human form. For a time, this form will be a beacon of light as the world transitions out of an age of darkness. In other words, my magic is the annoying guy that turns on the light while you’re watching TV and actually invites you to get up off your ass and live a little bit before your tired mind dies.”
What’s so great about the outdoors? Isn’t that where the chemtrails and the terrorists are? “Yes, but its also where the hot pussy in yoga pants can be found, and you’re only but a moment away from Nature creating a grand spectacle out of pure love for you (not that yoga pants aren’t a grand spectacle in and of themselves!).”
It’s hard not to blush when you’re interviewing Mooney. There’s a playful boy and a sexy man put together in a pleasing package. Or is it that his package is pleasing? He’s giggling as I’m squirming.
“Don’t forget about my woman!” Mooney says of my observations about his sexual energy. “I’ve got as much girl in me as any human sporting a vagina. The Divine is both male and female, otherwise, how could the gods have created both? It goes for women, too, many of whom I have observed as being more masculine than my cock hanging brethren.”
So much of the karaoke wizard’s kosmology seems strange to anyone coming at it from a mainstream, black and white perspective. Mooney claims that Nature will reveal all of these teachings and more, firsthand, to those who have the courage to follow spirit.
“We are on the cusp or a truly unimaginable world. There has been an impressive campaign to hold back the truth from almost every quarter of human society and civilized inquiry. I AM here to say that, while efforts are being maintained to suppress the rise of truth, THEY HAVE ALREADY FAILED. Victory for the human spirit is assured throughout all eternity.”
Mooney stood on the outermost skirts of the Dale of Silvermoon, observing the contrast of the dry Iron Hills, sentry pawns to the ruling Queen of this land, Silver Mountain; she too laid bare and dry by the relentless sun. Were it not also for the relentless wind, a balmy river of refreshing air infusing the landscape with a peaceful, dreamy feeling, the residents here might feel as wound up with anger and hatred as the rest of the country seems to be, but probably isn’t, too. After all, if 25 years of U.S.-led genocide in the Middle East hasn’t provoked an outrage of murderous mass revolution in a country where the people are taught genocide isn’t okay, then nothing pretty much will.
“Nothing” of the modern variety, that is.
Patrick felt the WYRD vibe of the MOTHER CURRENT, or perhaps one of THE SISTERS was tussling the strings for the immediate future of humanity. Beyond the drones that have become normalized as acceptable tools for the killing of civilians, ground controlled robots have recently entered the fray. For those still aligning with the narratives of the mainstream, masonic establishment, it seemed that the prophecy outlined in the first volume of The Book of Danu was coming true even faster than the wizard realized when he penned it after his adventures in Ireland
But that also meant that the OTHER PROPHECY was coming true, too!!!
For in that volume a wondrous future for humanity was beheld in a moment as sacred and holy as recorded in any and all scripture of human and divine invention. A JOYOUS, human-friendly, heart-centered world that did not swallow the bullshit lie of the phony war on terror would emerge by the power of CHOICE. Driven by the sheer madness of the 9/11 lie, and the accelerated, genocidal devastation that has been wrought upon the world and it’s short term future, sentient Souls from all walks of life on this planet were stirred into activity like red ants defending a kicked anthill.
To the observing mind, the blaze of activity seems like random panic. But PANic is not random even though it be irrational. In the world of Natural Magic, logic is subservient to what is Invisible and ultimately unknowable. Encountering such a Power of mighty force and intelligence, the child of the Earth learns that surrendering to this Power is the wisest and most logical of all the choices that can be made in our living existence. It was prerequisite to being a wizard, in the very least.
It was when Mooney surrendered his willful fight against injustice, born from a very traumatized ego, and turned his magic over to the Power of Love, that the tide began to turn in the favor of Good, and the sprouts of abundance and justice could be seen wherever Patrick walked, like mushrooms of the most magic variety.
People everywhere KNOW now that “ISIS” is funded by the United States and Great Britain, Saudi Arabia and Israel, not to mention the Toyota Automotive company. They are waking up to the fact that Vladimir Putin, the supposed defender of the “free Christian world” is also a boogeyman for the New World Order, playing “good cop” to NATO’s “bad cop”.
Hitler’s daughter is caught in the middle of it all, and feeling the unpleasant squeeze of a Europe about to go pop! It won’t be too long before the American citizenry, too, finally sees clearly that their future has already been decided for them, and it isn’t pretty.
How many will choose a different path before it’s too late? Taking counsel with His Guides, Patrick was shown the great promise of a long awaited for prayer, whose answer was now born and was, like a precious gift of living love, a pregnant pause away. “Always, the nurturing Mother gives more than enough time to choose, and more than enough milk to sustain Her children towards the seemingly long journey to mature fulfillment,” the wizard pondered.
One particular guide, The Pookah, or, as has been written of before, the Native American Heyokah, has provided the most excellent service to the white wizard in this still unfolding year. Sent by The Sidhe to Patrick because of it’s familiarity and friendliness with the Southwest climate and The Dwarves that work its Iron Hills and Silver Mountains, both Patrick and his Queen, Lady Zara, were led to a place that looked in many ways like a Southwest version of the Nuelandel lands in the colony of Virginia.
The land even had a property on it that looked like a miniature Monroe Institute! Not coincidentally, the place was created for the purpose of uniting artists with consciousness exploration and a liberating, empowering spirituality. All that was missing was the right people to occupy it.
“Take this land and property and steward it with your love. What you gift to humanity from here will also be our joy to give, for you are the fulfillment of a dream we had in our hearts long ago, but our efforts were thwarted by dark, ancestral magic, which your two, pure hearts have driven away with compassion and understanding.”
Seamus, the Dwarf King of The Dale, and his consort Queen Devraselve, were united in their words, though the Queen spoke them with the warm heart and friendliness for which Dwarves are renown for in times of peace and plenty. To have the hospitality of a Dwarf is to take the comfort found in Hobbit holes and have it exponentially magnified to that of the richest villa atop the most luxurious penthouse suite.
With little spared for their care and comfort, Patrick and Zara set to work anchoring this portion of the Rainbow Bridge that Heimdall had opened to them last October. There would be three other points to anchor around the world, but that is the unfolding of a grander story that will be told with the expanding power of the Decade of Love.
With fire and song, The Four Corners now vibrate a response to the Weaving Ones.
I’m not going to rail against “the system” anymore. The “system” will always be here, in one form or another. As Christ once said, “You will ALWAYS have the poor among you.” This means, despite the best of intentions, MAN, who walks most blindly on this Earth, will perpetually STUMBLE and FALL.
Back in the year 2000, I happily voted for George Shrub, Jr. I thought he was intelligent, and like his father before him, a capable leader! It was easy for me to see the sleaze of both Bill Clinton and Al Gore during the 1990s, largely because my head was enjoying the fellatio that radio voices like Sean Hannity, Rush Limbaugh and Michael Savage were all too eager to deliver, going down on me like my cock really mattered. And I was not on pharmaceutical drugs, nor was I drinking a lot or smoking marijuana at all. I could debate the “correctness” of my viewpoint with anybody, anywhere, anytime and feel confident that my “logic” would carry me, and this world, towards victory.
This is the mind of the stupid. I was one. I was that Precambrian American, eating shit food, thinking shit thoughts, living a shit life, and fooling myself that my contributions in life were making a difference to anyone, especially me. What did it take to wake me up out of the stupor of such arrogant and indolent thinking?
I’m sorry to say it, but the deaths of three thousand fellow Americans woke me up. I had been standing on top of The World Trade Center less than ten days before the Israeli Mossad pulled off their controlled demolitions and sent the world into an accelerated orgy that was determined to top the slaughter of the 20th century. I took 9/11 personally.
I could no longer ignore the restless stirrings of my soul that had been building to a slow boil, noticeably since 1998, when it began to dawn on me that America has been killing GOOD PEOPLE, both at home and abroad, for a long, long, time. I counted myself among the dead from that September day forward, and life treated me like it, too. I allowed family and friendly associations to be destroyed, because I could no longer play the game of “pretend”, which is what American life largely is today.
Pretend sports. Pretend politics. Pretend medicine. Pretend relationships. Pretend spirituality and religion. The world is a place for children, no matter the size of our bodies or the length of the years one has lived.
So what was happening to me? I was maturing. I was learning how to face my fears, to gain audience with The Divine, and to re-direct my living towards that state of Being. Eventually, after over a decade of painful but rewarding devotion to the TRUTH, the pieces of my life clicked together into the satori-aha-superluminal orgasm of Enlightenment. I was WHOLE to myself once again.
Once again? Yes. One can fall out of the state of enlightenment. There were other lives where I knew what I know now, but there are also many more where I am sure to find myself in the struggles of realizing the divine. The life I live now is a blessing to those other lives, just as the other enlightened lives of mine have been a guiding blessing to me in this one. This is the REALITY of the EVER-PRESENT.
There is no real sorrow in being stupid, and no real joy in being enlightened. Those are emotional fluctuations available to ALL that live. What enlightenment gives is PEACE. The struggles of the outside world remain there, and do not touch the SANCTUARY of The ARCHITECT, who remains joyously ensconced in the center of it all.
In 2004, the presidential election between Kerry and Bush, Skull and Bones fraternal brothers in masturbation, was even more of a charade than this one, save for the fact that Kerry did not have the OVERT criminal track record of Mrs. Clinton.
In 2008, when Kenyan Obama broke all the rules of election to beat Mr. Smithers (John McCain) and his porn-Milf running mate, most people didn’t care because white-guy Bush had broken so many rules in his administration. Who can keep a brother down after a terrible show like that? What most people didn’t see was that Obama was a “cracker”, too.
So here we are in 2016, where the BEST that this country can produce for “one of the most important political offices in the world” is a committed, treasonous felon (Clinton) and a TV showman who is in the pocket of The Bankers. Both of them are being digitally manipulated up their rectums by Bibi Netanyahu and the Rothschild State of Israel, and the other lieutenants of The Adversary.
Beautiful, isn’t it? What a resounding achievement of American education, ethics and morality! We truly must be the greatest country on Earth!-)
Lost so far in all of this writing is a bit of a retrospective look at an earlier writing of mine, which is posted below. Back in 2003, I had been observing the anti-war movement that flowered all over the world. I watched as the major mass media outlets ignored it all, just like courts and juries and police officers were ignoring their duties and enabling treason to find deeper roots in our country.
But, at least back then, THERE WAS AN ANTI-WAR MOVEMENT. Now, in 2016, there is none at all. Genocide has become the normal business of the day, both at home and abroad, and it seems that most people have resigned themselves to waiting for the government to tell them when their time is up.
Welcome to the Zombie Apocalypse!
SINFUL WEEKEND Peace Protesters Continue to Miss the Mark
(10/28/03) This past weekend saw the Peace Movement surge onto the scene once again with renewed vigor as tens of thousands gathered at rallies in San Francisco and Washington, DC.
Emboldened by potential evidence that the US government misled the American people into endorsing the Iraq invasion, the movement now places its focus on removing President Bush and his Neo-Con cabal. Whether that removal comes through a Democratic victory in next year’s election or an even rarer chance of impeachment, the final result will still be a monumental and sinful waste of time.
Just as in last week’s editorial, the reader must come to an understanding of this inciting and insightful word before one voices their protest. According to the ancient Greek, the word that became translated as “sin” in our language is the word amartano. Amartano simply means “to miss the mark” as in an archer aiming for a target.
The reason this needs to be understood is because for too long, too many humans have associated the word sinful to mean any action that has the disapproval of some all-powerful deity.That no such deity exists, and therefore, no weighty judgment either, is a basic understanding necessary to the unlearning process and the empowering of the human spirit.
In light of this knowledge, it is clear that the Peace Movement will fail to achieve peace because it continues to miss the mark in its myopic aims.
By calling for a change in the present US administration, the movement places its hopes for peace squarely on the shoulders of the Democratic Party. This supposed opposition party is merely another mask on the face of the same power elite who are orchestrating the wars for oil across the globe.
The short-term memory of the peace protestor forgets that the Democrats in Congress voted almost unanimously to authorize the President’s War on Terror to begin with. They also voted in lock step with the Republican Party to bring both versions of the Patriot Act into law.
Most egregiously, not one of the current representatives has voiced the charge that the Bush Administration had a direct hand in orchestrating the events of September 11th, both through direct foreknowledge and criminal negligence in defense of the country.
Many of the Protestors will also forget that the stage for September 11th was set perfectly by the actions of the Clinton Administration. Osama Bin Laden was long in the cross-hairs of US terrorism investigators and several chances for his capture were allowed to expire without action. Deeply lost in the memory of the Dot.com 90’s are Clinton’s connection to a CIA drug running operation in Mena Airport, Arkansas as well as some financial ties to George Bush Sr.
Until these issues are addressed openly, and not behind the closed doors of some select “bi-partisan” congressional committee, then any change of administration will simply play into the hands of the power elite.
The game of these power brokers is to make people think their vote and their voice matter by having some populist expression of discontent result in some apparently powerful action, such as the removal of a sitting president from office.
While the protestors cheer at their apparent victory, the powerful jeer at them from behind closed doors. All that effort will place a new man in the seat of power, but that new man will still be a “company man”. The people of California will soon see the truth in this.
What then must those concerned about global peace do if they are to see their dreams come to fruition? The answer is twofold. The first is that the peace movement must begin to seriously educate its followers about the nature of the power structures that rule the world. This knowledge is crucial because as long as you try to reform the system, the system itself will fight any effort to do so.
Unlearners know this is so because the system serves the powerful and not the dis-empowered masses of the world, despite any lip service to the contrary. The second important step is to create a new system with clearly defined agendas that are dictated to the system and not vice versa. While these ideas will be explored in my upcoming book, others are stating them eloquently as well.
As it currently stands, The Institute of Unlearning cautions anyone who chooses to participate in the Peace Protest Movement. It is disturbing that the solutions presented by the movement are merely addressing symptoms instead of attacking the root causes to human conflict in the world. One should be suspicious about the high ranking leadership of the movement, as it is highly possible that they are yet another face of the many-headed Hydra that is the power elite.
Will humans continue to be led around a maze of lies and false hopes in this truly climactic time of human consciousness? The world controllers are betting that we will. Unlearners, on the other hand, must delve deeply into their own consciousness to find not only the peace that will liberate them, but also the power that will enable them to manifest their intentions without missing the mark. A thousand or a million poorly aimed intentions are not nearly as powerful as one sharply focused.
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