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TEN SUN MEDITATION is an exercise in conceptualizing and apprehending the Tree of Life, also known as The Symbol of Life, an ancient, archetypal symbol most famously known through the Jewish Kaballah and the study of The Tarot. Combined with the power of binaural beats, this audio product offers a unique and powerful way to visualize and kinesthetically connect with the symbol, which can bring subtle to powerful changes in your psychic and physical awareness.
This audio meditation is the result of a synchronized effort over time. The meditation itself was created by the late 20th century mystic from Cyprus, known as Daskalos. It has been preserved in form by the students of Daskalos ever since, one of them being Robert Gilbert of The Vesica Institute in North Carolina. Patrick Michael Mooney then voiced and recorded this version of the meditation and added his world-class Binaural Beat Technique™ .
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Dale of Silvermoon, CO Colony – Never before has a Winter passed my life and view in such rapid fashion. It is as if the speed of my life accelerated as the Earth went around the sun in the perihelion part of its orbit. On the other side of the slingshot, I truly feel that we are certainly in the realm of something NEW, and I’m very excited about all of that, and what is to come.
Many of the people in the world are not feeling the same way as I. It is no longer unusual for me to report this, for it has been the story ever since I divorced myself from the mainstream narrative that makes a celebrity and porn star out of genocide and the fucking and murdering of children. All over the world, the sins of us all are being exposed every day. The great TEST is now underway.
The reason why my mood is superior and my outlook optimistic is because I have made my way to the alternative road when given the choice at the fork of it. Each of us is presented with these forks on the road to place we’re going to in life, and that is decided either consciously or unconsciously, depending upon how you prefer to ride through your life. You can read more about this ever-arriving choice in The Book of Danu, Volume I.
I wrote a posting a few months ago called “A Pregnant Pause” because my wife and I were in the part of our own journey together where we were told to sit patiently and wait for guidance and timing as to our next move in life. In the stillness of the time we have spent here, I can feel my own creative womb kicking and stirring with new life.
I describe myself in that feminine way because I am an artist, and my feminine voice is profoundly expressed through creative mediums. This time of year always reminds me of my mother, Elizabeth, who would have been 81 now had she continued to live on, instead of passing 17 years ago. My mother was not a polished Soul in her life by any stretch of the imagination, but she was Great White Buffalo love to me, all the way through, and that is a fantastic medicine to walk with and be grateful for.
I have relayed elsewhere in my story that I am a twin. My brother, Daniel, passed on long ago to either suicide or murder. The credibility of the former United States Government has little standing in my life anymore, so perhaps I shall never know the truth of it. Their words are droll, lifeless, and full of treason. In spite of that sad recollection, I know my brother now lives, as do we all when we drop these mortal shells.
I mentioned Danny only because he was EXPECTED as a baby, whereas I was not. Neither my father, the attending physician nor my mother knew, up until the very last possible moment, that I was in my mother’s womb. I was a joyful surprise to her, and this is what I am destined to be to all the world.
Creatively, I, too, was expecting to produce a work of significance over the gestating Winter months. My intention was to have Volume II of The Book of Danu bourne out of this time, but instead, I was treated to some really powerful life lessons of unfolding heart magick that showed, to me, just how powerful The Invisible is when you surrender control to its loving ways consciously. I shall not go into details here on that, but the material will work its way into these series of divine poetry and prose my life is now fully dedicated to producing.
What I did manifest, I am happy to share with you for FREE. Since 2017 is collectively a “1” year for our entire human family, I am going to plant the seed for a human-friendly future and invite you to water this dream with me.
As I have stated many times before, I AM a WHITE WIZARD. That means I understand the natural language of Magick and the good prescriptions that go along with it. I am not superior to any other human, mortal or immortal, nor am I the lesser to any such Being. I am, by choice and practice, a conscious and responsible servant of The Secret Fire…the flame which Prometheus stole and brought to mankind against the counsel of his fellow Gods.
It seems that mankind has forever shared in the eternal torture of its benevolent progenitor. When a person with passion burns hotly enough to know the source of this suffering, they initiate the alchemical process that eventually accomplishes the great work in such a person. Renewed and arisen, purged of fear and impregnated with Life-giving spark, one becomes the consort and ally of Angels and their celestial comrades in variating the song of the spheres for new and different ears on all the worlds below.
This is where I am right now. I am not one who will rail with you about the state of things in the world. All the people hating Donald Trump at present are avoiding placing themselves in front of the mirror and receiving their own invective condemnation, for they are openly siding and defending a way of life and thinking that is murderous and ignorant in the most deplorable of ways. The same is true for the supporters of America’s current state of delusion. You will be bedeviled in your mind, heart and Soul by tremendous hypocrisy as you see a Gestapo rapidly forming to “force” America to be great again. And to all who said nothing, continued to pay extorted taxes, and remained indifferent to the Reality TV series of Destroying Humanity, while believing themselves to be above and superior to what has been going on, you will find yourself completely baffled as to why your careless strategies FAILED to deliver you a life of true and lasting peace.
All that transpires in the unfolding changes is GOOD. The wave that is coming is the multiplied sum of our collective choices, whether they were made wisely or not. From the mortal point of view, it all looks like a crapshoot. Even from some other levels of perspective within Creation, Chaos has a place and purpose in its shrouded veils of uncertainty.
Each of us has the ability to bring light to the darker, uncertain areas of our Souls. As a Wizard, I do that chiefly through the great Book of Thoth and the application of natural magick in my works. My wife, Oksana, is a shamanic practitioner, using a different, yet equally powerful and effective way to heal, nurture and steward the dreams she holds for herself and her clients into manifestation.
Because we have not surrendered the integrity of our dreams, we are able to bring them into fruition. At long last, let me present you our latest TWINS!
Both are shamanic journeys that you can download for FREE from our Rainbow Bridge Studios website.
The first is called SPIRIT PROSPERITY GUIDE. Like me, this exercise was actually born last, and was a complete surprise in the way it went from a simple idea to a full blown, Weavings of WYRD™ audio title. This is a 33 minute excursion that will guide and inspire those of you who are willing to take serious steps to knowing and experiencing greater prosperity in your life than you’ve ever known before.
The second gift we have to offer you at this time is another shamanic journey called THE PERFECT GIFT. This one was the EXPECTED baby, as it was consciously conceived about 9 months ago, and took that long to come into form. This one is 55 minutes long, and very emotionally moving.
In combination, these two shamanic journeys can have a very powerful effect on your life and therefore, our collective experience together into the future. THE PERFECT GIFT is about making those COURSE CORRECTIONS in life away from the choices that have led to hurts and regrets, while INNER PROSPERITY GUIDE helps you to find the resources within yourself to support and strengthen the more beautiful, noble and artful destiny you will begin to create for your life.
And when you return to your normal, waking reality after these excursions into the beautiful realms of your life and Spirit, we want to refresh and renew your Vision of Yourselves with this always timely message from The Kernel, Neal Rogin:
There is great love, laughter and kind humor out there. Thank you Neal, for being a wonderful example of how to wake people up just by being your creative self.
I have said, for several years in a row now, that each year just lived was “the best ever” and that my expectations for the coming year are for it to top the last one. In this Decade of Love (2012-2022), now soon to enter its fifth rotation, the intention and the validating statement remains true. My art, my singing, my lovemaking, my courageousness and fearlessness, my intimacy and loving union with the Intelligences who serve all Creation continues to astonish, amaze, enliven and vivify the everyday moments of this truly incredible life I am living.
I wish the same for you. I know you will have it when you choose it. When you will it. For, as Aleister Crowley has said, along with countless saints before him; and like me, those who follow, come to understand, down to one’s very bones, standing in the Kingdom of Malkuth, the verifiable Law of Thelema:
DO WHAT THOU WILT SHALL BE THE WHOLE OF THE LAW. LOVE IS THE LAW. LOVE UNDER WILL.
Dale of Silvermoon, CO Colony – Human Ambassador from the Sidhe, Arthur Danu, reaches back into the Christmas carols of yesteryear and pulls out a Karaoke Cover™ of White Christmas that will warm your heart and please the ghosts of Bing Crosby and Irving Berlin.
Dale of Silvermoon, CO Colony – Binaural Beat virtuoso, Patrick Michael Mooney, has just released his latest audio creation, BINAURAL FLIGHT by Rainbow Bridge Studios as a FREE digital download, which you can acquire by clicking on the image below:
Mooney released this statement about his latest promotion;
“Even though binaural beats have been present in the awareness of popular culture for over 50 years now, there is still a lot of ignorance out there as to what they are and how they can be of service to the human individual.
I created BINAURAL FLIGHT by Rainbow Bridge Studios with these people in mind. When you download our recording and listen to it with a pair of stereo headphones, you will receive a brief introduction into the art and science of binaural beating. The real fun part comes after that, when you put your mind at rest and allow the beats to do their thing on you.
It’s a very relaxing and gentle process that I take you through. There are lots of free binaural beat recordings all over the internet these days, but I don’t know if I’d trust my brain and psyche to just anyone that can post on YouTube.
I had my training in the experience, creation and understanding of binaural beats by working with the best binaural beat organization on the planet, The Monroe Institute in Faber, VA. By the time my tenure was finished with them and their parent company, Monroe Products, in 2011, I was recognized as having presented a body of work every bit as good as their founder, Bob Monroe. I am happy to have my name attached to such a legacy, because the wealth of experience I gained about the nature of reality while working there and attending the Institute’s programs was the best education about life I ever received from any place claiming to be of higher learning.
So when you listen to a binaural beat recording from Rainbow Bridge Studios, you can feel confident that you are listening to the very best the binaural beat world has to offer. Our highest goal is to present to the world recordings that have the true potential to help you activate the very best of your innate abilities that came with you when you were born. Like a seed, all you need is good soil and the right amount of love to steward the life of your dreams. Our Binaural Beat Technique™ is very good water for the tending of the seeds within your Psyche.
Enjoy this free gift, however and whenever it comes to you. May it serve you well at the most appropriate time.”
Rainbow Bridge Studios is committed to stewarding a human-friendly future into manifestation for all humanity. Your support of our endeavors is deeply needed and appreciated.
For many millions of people, the 2016 Presidential Election is the political equivalent of Hulk Hogan going up against Andre the Giant way back in Wrestlemania III, when I was still masturbating to porno magazines that had not yet found the courage to show full oral copulation or penile penetration. Those were desperate and fun times, just like the present moment.
Caught in the illusion and sadness of this spectacle, which truly indeed has the larger world very frightfully worried and afraid, will be the millions of people who are once again actually duped into feeling good about participating in this obvious, lawless charade.
They will be angry beyond recompense when either side feels that they have become the victims of the globalist fraud America has been exposed to be. In Great Britain, the government is busy dodging allegations of pedophilia at the highest levels, all the way up to the “powerless, ceremonial, culturally vital” Crown. The Clinton email scandal has tipped the iceberg of America’s participation in this global network of baby fuckers and nation rapers. If it goes and delves as deeply as they’ve done in Britain, well…let’s just say that this country, and certainly the present culture, is not disarmed from expressing itself in ways that are surprising and shocking beyond belief.
Those sins and many more are about to be poured out into the open of the collective conscious. Even the wide open yet unopposed sins of poisonous child vaccinations, genital circumcisions, chemtrailing and the outright political and financial theft of the working classes are about to be perceived with a new clarity of vision that has not been here, on this planet, in a long while.
Why is it coming now? Why this moment in time? Why will the Collective be largely unable to kick these problems down the road into an autistic future afraid of emotional turbulence?
Because it will clearly be seen that war has been made upon mankind. This war is the war that has echoed in our minds and souls from a very long time ago. It is a war of a broken heart, destroyed planets, misleading ambitions and confused sexual identities. It is a battle fought in lost histories and in the highest temple sanctuaries. It is a Gordian knot binding the Soul as the Dragon of Fire coils in preparation of unleashing its elemental fury upon its hopeless, time-bound captive.
The human mind can only take so much pressure before it cracks. The Earth will fracture along with it, as well any semblance of the political bonds that has held the nation states together.
To the globalist agents that read my screeds, what I’m describing to you sounds like porn to them. This is what they have been fantasizing about for centuries. Their orgasm is a nuclear explosion, or as many as the gods of destructionpermit them to get away with.
And who are the Gods of Destruction?
Why YOU, of Course!!!
It is YOU who have permitted things to get to the condition that they are in now. I’ve watched this country ignore the truth about 9/11 for 15 years now. This country is currently in an up-rage over the amount of Black people being killed by police and the influx of Muslim and Mexican refugees being brought into our borders. But no one seems to be in an up-rage over the millions of people we’ve blasted to oblivion over the past decade, or even the continued, outright assault on our future through the forcing of vaccinations on our children.
We have chosen to be monsters instead of the children of gods, only the mirror that we are looking into just hasn’t cracked yet.
Stuck in the Middle with Youis another note sang in the service of cracking that mirror.
I’ve written already about the fact that there is no true difference between Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump, both willing servants of Israel and the ongoing slaughter of the Middle East, as well as the continued extortion of the American people through the Income Tax and Obamacare.
But ultimately, there’s got to be room for me to inject some joy and levity into this story, and I’ve got to thank the body-blasting cast of Johnny Knoxville and his Jackass crew for adding so much visual excellence to the background of my sonic sorcery.
So what is the good news in all of this?
The Truth is getting easier to see! Once seen, CORRECTIONS can be made! I once heard a wise sage say that 50% of wisdom is FUCKING UP! The other 50% is in actually making the correction so that one no longer lives in error.
So there’s plenty of room for forgiveness, which is a very delicious and divine experience to perceive and receive! I have forgiven the world for 9/11 and the whole host of other crimes I’ve been exposing and railing about for the last 15 years. At the same time, I’ve been aggressively changing my ways so that I live in more alignment with NATURAL DIVINE WISDOM.
That has brought me the greatest love of all, and a vision of a truly abundant future as exciting as the American Dream once felt in the heart of people who felt REAL PRIDE in being an American. I used to be one of them. But now, I AM so much MORE!
A Kingdom of Heaven should feel no less than that, and certainly more, yes?
The possibilities for changing the present state of things in a peaceful and organized way are as great as they have ever been. I have to thank what the internet has called the forces of evil, the NWO, or the Illuminati, or whatever cool-sounding name there is for the circle-jerking committee of human enslavement, for that achievement.
That’s right. They’ve consciously built a technological framework for your continued enslavement, and they really haven’t even begun to tighten the screws yet, when you see what we’re truly capable of doing to each other.
But in that moment before the signal to begin the Artificially Intelligent future of their design, the Monkey King gets to throw a wrench in the works, or at least moon you in the face with a loving celestial fart.
Spell 050 has a bit of that whiff to it, too. Praise goes to Stealers Wheel for the song and to Quentin Tarantino for its introduction into my consciousness. The song obviously worked well in the movie, and I think it has found a higher octave of expression as the chosen theme song for the 2016 selection not yet elected.
So, we can either crack the egg and hatch a new, human-friendly future, where we take the wisdom of our collective experience and apply it towards a world that has no borders and is filled with humans who view each other as common relations instead of enemies and rivals for scarce resources…or…
We can continue to allow the frequently unaccountable and disjointed narrative of reality that we’ve all been on since JFK decided to fake his assassination and go underground with his degraded depiction of Camelot.
The Universe, as an expression of eternal love for the struggles of mankind, has created the life of Patrick Michael Mooney cum Arthur Danu so that you at least have THE CHOICE about the kind of world you’d like to go to.
Voting in the 2016 election is a lever that signals continued treason in the degradation of our human future.
Voting for artists and visionaries who are using their divine talents in the service of joy and a greater expression of humanity signals to the universe that you are now ready for that instead.
By the way, this same wisdom applies to other countries, equally suppressed by ignorance, horrific political representation and cultural perceptions that are showing themselves to be no longer necessary.
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.”
“He descended into Hell. On the Third Day, He rose again, in fulfillment of the Scriptures.”
For many Catholics, and Christians alike, the above passage is a part of the Christ myth that gets very little attention. Perhaps because it is part of a long, monotonous list of beliefs called a Creed, whose droning sound echoes throughout cathedral sound chambers designed to magnify the smallest whisper, and inculcate a state of theta receptivity, that this belief should go unexamined for so long.
Perhaps it is because there was no one there to truly witness what happened.
That would be wrong to state that, though. I, Arthur Danu, AM witness to the events of those three days in Hell. And since we are in the midst of The Apocalypse, I see no better time than now to break the long held wall of silence guarded by the death and skullduggery of Masons who have strayed far away from the True Craft.
Beaten and bruised to a bloody pulp, drained of most of his blood, Jesus grasped hard to regain his composure after crying out that God had abandoned him. He needed to remember, just one more time, WHY he found himself in the gruesome situation at the edge of the Roman Empire and all of Eternity, spit upon by Jews and Gentiles alike, mocked in derision and scorn, dying a socially shameful death between two thieves.
Like a true Master of his Soul, he focused hard and remembered the JOY that made him wealthy. His death was an INITIATION, nothing more. He had known, and seen and WORKED with the INVISIBLE during his entire public ministry, and in the private years of study and courage beforehand, where he learned to risk his life for the PEARL of GREAT PRICE.
His Father was a God of ABUNDANCE. His House was a Room filled with MANY MANSIONS. What is ONE LIFE, to the King who HAS IT ALL? He was NOW that king!
“It is finished!” He said. And so it was!
Light slipped into Darkness. He descended into Hell. Curtains were torn in the Temple and a few Republicans hugged a few Democrats. The print and publishing industry was very excited to have a new holiday to market and produce greeting cards. Parents everywhere groaned at the new expenses these holidays would drain from the family budget. Kids rightfully rejoiced at any excuse to have a holiday from school.
Down in the Darkness of Hell, Jesus waited. He saw a light tunnel off to the distance, with some Grey Aliens pretending to be his family members, inviting him into another round of suffering in the random chance game of karmic craps. Jesus smartly passed. As Christ, he knew there were better offers coming to Him.
A friendly, sensuous hand slipped in front of Jesus and offered him a pomegranate. This fruit of the Dead, given to him by a Queen of The Dead, Persephone Herself, was an offer He was smart enough not to refuse.
Immediately, the pain and the torturous echoes of the maddening death by crucifixion was leaving his Divine awareness. He had managed to hold on to his principle of non-violent loving action in the service of Truth. He had walked his talk. He had cast his spell upon the Earth and it was now forever changed, as it always had been, by LOVE.
Forevermore, the Earth would renew His vision of godly love, because like all visions of godly love, there is a passionate embrace for the living Earth and the sacred feminine that nurtures divine dream into reality,
“Daddy Cool says you can have whatever life you want to live. As many times as you want. They will all be filled with JOY because of what you did in your life as The Christ!” Persephone broke the news with the same joy that takes Her when she makes arrangements for her trip to the Upper World. In human terms, that’s more excitement than getting a refund check of stolen money from the IRS.
A few ideas for fun living immediately manifested in his mind, and he built rooms out for them in his imagination. One of them is about the great Grail King of legend, Arthur Pendragon, now Danu, yours truly.
The other was about an American high school teacher who falls in love with a hot, magical, Faery Queen who just happens to be from Russia. It’s a fun story of how the Second Cold War gets averted just in the nick of time and humanity moves forward into its future with joy instead of terror,
Juiced up by the ecstasy of pomegranate and his now AFFIRMED immortality, Jesus tried out the body of his future life and summoned Satan into his presence.
“Well done, Chief Adversary! That’s quite a convincing spectacle you put on up there in Earth! In earlier times, your challenges were friendlier. Now that you’ve got people believing and worshiping in that one-god nonsense, it tends to get pretty vicious when you get lost in the illusion.”
Satan shifted into the sexy form of Persephone once again, grabbing Jesus by his junk and leading him out to the center of a raging disco dance floor. Rasputin leaped out from the shadows, smelling the scent of sex rising from the loins of nymphs and satyrs alike.
Christ just died! Party time!
Christ is Rising…and he’s packing heat! Party time!
Christ will most certainly cum again! Party Time!
With Rasputin’s vodka-laced invocation complete, the funky strains of Boney M blared and shook the halls of Pluto’s Disco Inferno! He would be extremely jealous of anyone else trying to grab the ass of his semi-annual lover, but watching Persephone being sandwiched between Rasputin and Jesus was a sight that other immortals would be hard pressed to believe.
Dancing in Joy and Truth, Christ Jesus literally burned away the sins of the world and set his heart to peace. It took three days because each day is danced with one of his different sisters. When Joy is reached, Anubis measures the heart against the evidence of the Past, Present and Future.
Being lighter than a feather, He ascended into Heaven, though that’s an odd name to call Jersey City. Glastonbury at least sounded like it was in a high rent district.
Those two lives and more, our resurrected Christ did explore!
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.
Dale of Silvermoon, CO Colony – A young friend of mine recently crossed the important threshold of his 21st birthday. I remember what that day and those moments felt like to me, just a tad more than half my life ago.
For me, it was the knowledge and the feeling that I did not have to answer to anybody, anymore, about anything. I was, in the theory of functioning society, the commander of my own ship.
In reality, I was already in the grips of deep servitude to student loan debt (though not as deeply as today’s outrageous and scandalous numbers report). My government was already claiming unjust and illegal ownership of my paltry earnings, and I was ignorant enough to happily give them their share of it. I had managed to stay free from the entanglements of love, yet was open to being snared at any moment if the right pair of legs walked along with a friendly enough smile and a catching sparkle to her eye. More so, I was a prisoner to the jaded human conventions of sex and sexuality, god and religion, Democrook and Republicon, Yankees and Mets. Ultimately, I was deeply asleep, tucked away in the dream of American fascism that slowly unfolded into an American nightmare.
But despite the world’s many attempts to disenfranchise me from the power of my own choice to make something out of this life, I managed to free myself from the dangerous illusions that were holding me back from true happiness. To anyone feeling happy for the simple fact that you have aged to the point where you are now considered a legal adult, enjoy the moment. But if you want to multiply that feeling many times over, and also discover that there is a universe of potentials for living that are not filled with insurmountable debt and a bleak future where everything is not tainted with the intent and effects of genocide, then; as soon as you are able, come to embrace the three following gifts that the Gods in their divine wisdom have stewarded safely to you down through the Ages.
A Love for the Truth. First and foremost, the Truth inside of YOU is what you are called to steward. By the time you have reached the adult age, your integrity has been most likely severely compromised, especially if you spent any time collecting degrees after high school, and even more especially anyone educated after the Kennedy assassination and9/11, where Bush Crime Family money buys the facts that a “single bullet” hit several passengers in the President’s motorcade from many obtuse angles and that “burning jet fuel”, imbued with Islamic black magic from the wizardry of Osama Bin Laden, broke all the rules of physics by bringing down three steel framed skyscrapers in one day, in symmetrical fashion nonetheless.
Science is not science anymore, but a political priesthood instead. They are seeking the power of the Inquisition and it may not be too long before the world foolishly grants it to them. In many instances and places, they already have.
The Gods have set the highest price on truth and glories, so that when we attain them, we feel richly rewarded for our achievements and discoveries. Furthermore, what we gain will also have the added joy of being in the service of our fellow human family. All other attainments, no matter how richly adorned or famed will feel hollow and turn to dust when the illusion of their integrity wears off.
Be wise at a young age and learn to trust your feelings. While the truth can be frightening when it is revealed, it is also extremely liberating, and has a lighter feeling than the heaviness of lies and illusion. This is why the state of TRUTHFULNESS is called enlightenment. When your Soul is free enough to fly among the Stars and the Gods at will, welcome in any quadrant of the Galaxy or mighty hall of Asgard, you may say that you are light enough to know the truth of the Love Divine.
If you set your heart on this and surrender it not, this treasure of all treasures will be yours. If you surrender it for a kindly illusion along the way, be grateful for that, and know you have another life waiting for you to continue onwards toward whatever is ultimate for you!
Everything else is secondary to the injunction above. What will foster that growth and discovery faster and more amazingly than any human teacher is the cultivation of a genuine Love for Nature. Seek out Her wisdom in walks, soak in the healings from Her waters, acquire knowledge through the practice of growing something with loving care.
On the road to your truth, you will often feel alone. Cultivating a love for Nature can practically guarantee that you never feel this way. See the Moon as you would see your own ass. Love the Sun the way you love your genitals. Gaze out among the Stars and see the legions of your adoring friends and family! Their messages will come to you as visits from the animals, and your heart will know a romance that cannot be found in human relations alone, for all romances have their origin in the Earth. They are the echoes of love songs left by divinity consorting with itself endlessly.
Filled up with this kind of love, you will be a great lover of people, too. Many return to nature seeking to escape the human condition, forgetting that “human” is natural, too. Once reminded, you can bring that knowledge anywhere and everywhere, and begin to consciously heal that in society which ails you.
Lastly, the two loves above in their transformative partnership will find many frictions soothed, eased and released with a
Love for The Invisible. There will always be MORE to life than what any of us, individually or collectively, can say about it. Things are constantly in a state of unfolding, or to say it as the Ancients would; the Sisters are constantly weaving.
Since some part of the Invisible is INSIDE YOU… yes?
If you are unsure, ask yourself whether there is a place inside of you or something that is hidden about you from all others, or; even if it can be seen, can’t be pointed to? If the answer is “yes”, congratulate yourself on having some self-awareness!
Continuing. Since the Invisible is inside you, that means you have access, at any moment, to things that are unknown, and possibly thought of as impossible. Some people call this the imagination. Many try to pretend it doesn’t exist, disregard it as a genetic malfunction, or denigrate it’s power through fearful and ignorant superstitions and practices. Nevertheless, it remains inextinguishable and inexhaustible, just like everything else in Nature.
Yes. We see the passing of years and the dying of things. But don’t we also see constant renewal and opportunity within each new dawn, each new thought, or even each new breath?
How long has this been going on for? Who can tell? Humans are billions of years old. Anomalous artifacts long predating anything our history says is possible have been found on this Earth. These are the remnants of imaginations long ago. Are they returning to us now?
One little desire to wish my friend a happy birthday turned into a musical magical spell that I call Sweet Earth of Mine, which is a slight change to Neil Diamond’s original Sweet Caroline. That video turned into such a joyful creative experience for me that I had many great insights about my own story of divine development in this life., which prompted this beautiful narrative that you’re reading.
One of my artistic friends in this life said that my singing persona, like my spirit, was very reminiscent of Neil Diamond. He meant it as a jibe, associating Neil’s music with a schmaltzy sentimentality that just isn’t out there in the real, everyday experience of people. But I took the comparison as a compliment.
Neil Diamond’s music is undeniably entertaining. Besides songs sung from his own incredible voice, he has penned smash hits for many other acts as well, too many for me to name here. The feeling his music engenders strikes rich tones in the emotional palette of my human experience. It’s great to be in a crowd when they get taken over by one of his songs, as almost every sports or college bar knows with Sweet Caroline blaring as beer is spilled everywhere.
I thought putting those great feelings into a prayer of gratitude for Mother Earth would be the best way to revivify a simple, noble and true song. From the bottom of my heart, please enjoy this latest spell in a Decade of Love (2012-2022).
The days I am living now are the best of my life. I surrender my humanity to Nature’s divine plan!