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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 346…Pregnant Pause

Book of Danu : Poetograph 346...Pregnant Pause
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.

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.

The Book of Danu Patrick Michael Mooney

 

Poetograph 345…TRUMP OR CLINTON IS NO REAL DECISION

Book of Danu 345...TRUMP OR CLINTON IS NO REAL DECISION
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.

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 amartanoAmartano 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.

WHOSE LIFE ARE YOU LIVING?

Book of Danu 131...Be President One Day
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.

 

Book of Danu : Poetograph 344…Hermosa

Book of Danu : Poetograph 344 (Hermosa)
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.

Patrick Michael Mooney pays a poetic tribute to the everlasting power of natural marriage in Book of Danu : Poetograph 344 (Hermosa). “Standing in awe everyday under the gaze of these two lovers makes me feel equally blessed in every way”, says Mooney, the talented and visionary multimedia artist carving out a life for he and his wife in the town of Durango in the colony of Colorado.

Poetograph 343…The American Messiah

Book of Danu 343...The American Messiah
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.

 

There’s a world in front of most of you yet where America lies dead.  By “America” I mean the Masonic-Zionist Monster that the United States has devolved into, perhaps as it was always intended to be, after all, the original bird of this dying nation was the phoenix, not the eagle. But perhaps not.  Sometimes a magic spell can get control of the wizards casting it, and take them on a ride that they had no intention of ever getting on, yet if they surrendered to the flow, would see an Awesome Intelligence at work.

Do not panic when the death throes of this fascist beast, caused by the very virus it sought to inflict on others, begins in earnest soon.  Much of the poison has already spread interminably throughout the entire body politic, to the point that most of humanity has lost consciousness that there even is one, except on television, of course.

But for the fortunate in this life who have developed a love for the Truth and have made the choice to wake up and BE RESPONSIBLE for what is happening in the world, a completely different kind of story will unfold.  It will be a story that you will want your loved ones to know about forever; the kind of legend that gets passed on from generation to generation, until some forward-looking future youth gets an even better idea and forces the center of humanity towards another somehow unrecognized or long-remembered quadrant of this never-ending universe of Living Change.

I AM the other side of that Resurrection offered by Christ’s promise.  I know there is more than a bit of Him living in Me.  I AM His Heaven!  I sing, write poetry, and keep company with all the Spirits of The One’s marvelous imagination and creation.  I AM surrounded by the beauty of Elemental craftsmanship, visible to the discerning eye at every level of Creation.  I exult in the handiwork, the expertise, and the artistry of the Gods, who serve me with great joy as one serves a beloved relative.

My works of magic and art exist not for the sake of winning converts and gaining admiration.  They are testimonials of the divine promise fulfilled in me during every waking moment of my life (and the sleeping ones, too).  I place them before the eyes of Man to act as gentle reassurances from your own divine nature, that all is well, and the truthful journey should be continued until you choose to mark the territory for others, too.

There is nothing in creation that is not natural, from plastics to plastic boobs, to Donald Trump’s fake Republicanism and Hillary Clinton’s criminal celebrity.  Both are stooges to the Bush Crime Family, just like Obama so obviously is now to all the world.  All of this is natural.  They are the workings of minds in ignorance, which is really to say that they are run by principles and agencies of Powers given authority to do so and use them, and you, as such.

In other words, until you decide to exercise your godly, inborn, divine powers of choice, and take responsibility for the reflections you see all around you, then the world will turn as it ever does, under the command and wishes of other forces.  You make it this way and can undo it in any moment of your choosing.

Others will crucify you for this, but this is My way of seeing whether or not you truly mean what you say when you promise to put a love for the TRUTH  above your very mortal life.  The exchange will cost you EVERYTHING that you have.

But without the TRUTH, what is it that you’re really holding onto?

Nothing.  This can be SHOWN.

This is the Holy Way.  The Initiated Way.  The Illuminated Way.

It is not logical, though logic is made to serve it.

It is not practical, though all practice is in imitation of it.

It waits for YOU to walk it.

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Poetograph 339…Closer to The Truth of Me

Poetograph 339...Closer to the Truth of Me
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.

CLOSER TO THE TRUTH OF ME

There’s a woman inside of me. Known before eternity.

Strong and Mighty!

Because of Her, I Am free. Gained back my memory.

Sing Joyfully!

Birthed from a place of Harmony. No longer lonely.

Shining Brightly!

This She-Hulk under my bulk, the one that moves my ass, all fawn-like;
I dig her a lot. She doesn’t skulk. We sway; the way We play, Pan’s pipe!
In this quadrant which we walk, or fly, we meet by gaze of inner sight!

No force of strength breach the walls that surround!

Bounded Holy Ground!

But force of Will, guided by the Love We instill,

does show the way around!

For when you listen to our wisdom, you find the Path not found!

There are worlds where peace is plenty; long-lived lives full of merry.
You can’t get there in a hurry, or by having thoughts of worry;

those will send you in a flurry, to the worlds ruled by despair.

You must embrace our deepest trust, and accept all consequence;
like a canvas does the brush, on the way to a masterpiece,

whose sequence of strokes,

if RUSHED, would show a lack of care.

Man love Woman. Woman Love Man.

We mean the ONE hidden inside. UNDERSTAND!

Combine your Power in the Holy Hour

when you Wake and DO COMMAND;

that NATURE love You like the MOTHER

of a KING that SERVES the LAND.

When you know that you are HEARD, and live among the WYRD,

WE APPEAR.

No longer one of the HERD, following the voices of FEAR,

you DISAPPEAR;

rhyming out OUR WORD, for a FUTURE that will HEAR,

loud and clear!

This is closer to the Truth of me.

Poetograph 338…Eagle Journey

Poetograph 338...Eagle Journey
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.

EAGLE JOURNEY

I called the Lord of Eagles and asked Him for a ride.
Through the parted mists He came and dragged me toward the skies.
“Show me where I’ve missed the plan or still need work to do.
Heal me of the hurts I’ve caused and prepare me for what’s new!”

High above my lifetime, we soared to the space where Times are Strands,
woven through the lifetimes by the thoughts of Every Man.
There I saw a time that seems so long ago ,
but was vibrant as my lifetime that I had barely left below.
On other sides and angles were various strands of me,
acting out so many roles on the stage of “history”.

Whatever “that” is.

To catalog them now, while certainly worth knowing,
would stall you from the meaning that this poem is unfolding.

With Odin’s eye, I was allowed to spy, a life where I was a bore.
My children were ignored and my wife a social chore.
I sought my love that life in the arms of another,
but really only wanted the security of a loving, doting mother,
who was not there by my side.

I was a literally a royal pain in the ass.

In another life, I stood in the place, of a noble, worthy man,
whose early death left his wife and children without a guiding plan.
I did my best to raise the boys with unconditional love,
allowing them to find themselves; watching over like a dove.

For my meekness I was made fun of,
laughed at, dismissed, barely thought of.

And when the boys became young men, I found the strength to bless them.
Told them to be on their way, knowing Life will test them.
And teach them. As Life was now teaching me;
my present pain ’twas rooted in a much “earlier” story.

This was part of my Sun Dance.

“O Lord of Eagles, and Spirit Guides, free me from my dramas!
I will do what’s right to balance all unstable karmas!
Forgive me for the wounds I’ve caused that keep me from my glory.
Let the life I live give witness to our own great loving story!”

Thrice I sipped from the Holy Grail, in honor of the Three.
Thrice blessed is the Father and His Sons, a now healed Trinity.
Freed from the bonds of pain, their lives by choices set,
upon the path to happiness through experiences not yet met.

Now on the way back home, down through the layers of form,
the holy mists soon passed away and all seemed back to norm.
Inside of me, things were different, vibrant, alive and new.
’twas then I felt forgiveness on my lips like morning dew.

Now the task to integrate this journey I went through!

Thank you for the Grail!
One of four gifts that shall never fail,
to guide mankind to the Holy Land,
where beyond the lies of dust and sand,
is a treasure saved for the mighty;
who use their power in service rightly!

’til all are perfected…
and all laments ended…
Such is the will of THE MOTHER Satisfied.
And NEVER denied!!!

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Poetograph 337 (Such a Human Gloom)

Book of Danu 337
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.

RAPTURE CANCELLED

The Unlearning Channel is proud to present, for the first time on its own media platform, the internet story of the millennium that too many alternative news networks have been afraid to report on these past four and a half years.  Like the other breaking news stories covered by the stalwartly intrepid IOU, the netcast™, RAPTURE CANCELLED has faced a wall of media censorship, not unlike the blue wall of silence often found in corrupt police departments all across this friendly globe of ours.  Is there any other kind of police department these days, in the land that ignores the truth about 9/11 and its continuing genocide so freely and gleefully?

In honor of this year’s Solstice, we can think of no better time to introduce a message of such earthly and immortal importance.

In 2001, Patrick Michael Mooney, still a devout Catholic and working in the field of secondary education, smelled bullshit around the former United States Government’s official story about the terrorist events of 9/11/2001.

“There’s no way the Patriot Act could have been written in response to 9/11 if it had been an authentic response to the events of that day. It would have taken at least a year to write a law like that, if it had been an authentic response to a surprise event, because at the time the law was introduced, a crime scene investigation hadn’t even been carried out, yet we were all hot and bothered to start orgasming bombs all over the Middle East and getting our hands on premium Afghan opium. Larry Silverstein admitted a controlled demolition of Building 7 on national television, yet he was never brought in for questioning by the authorities, who were already committed to sell the world the age-old story of white aggression, “Look! The DARKIES DID IT!”

Thoughts like these raced through Mooney’s mind.  He felt the RESPONSIBILITY to see this event accurately. His students would be asked to FIGHT and DIE in a conflict that could be much worse than Vietnam (and is now looking potentially much worse than WW II). Were there other potential ways of seeing this event more honestly and turning it into something POSITIVE for the futures of his students and his world?  Mooney then decided that this would be the mission of his Soul.

Meanwhile, the war against the “sand niggers”, as racist and murderous US soldiers call the religiously and socially oppressed of The Middle East, began.  A devilish fifteen years later, the continuing and escalating carnage is normalized, like a sad and boring Reality TV show.  And everyone is looking the other way like none of this is going on, even with thousands of our servicemen committing suicide each year because they are so ashamed inside of their souls at what YOU are asking them to do for this rotted husk of what used to be a country. Think on that as your military jets fly over your stadiums and joyless holiday gatherings this year.

We like to jump right into the DARK SIDE of things pretty quickly, don’t we?  Well, just relax and hang on a second, because at the bottom of every dark pool, in the center of every swirling dark patch of the Yin-Yang, is the brightest, most singular light in the universe. It is a wormhole to the brighter side of living where GLORY is EVERYWHERE, and therefore, it is to be found NOWHERE in particular.

This is the wavy, wondrous side of life where everything is so GOOD for you that there is hardly a YOU to care at all.  It is a magnificent place where all your needs are taken care of, and there is plenty of everything for everyone, so there is very little competition for anything, except for events that create even more joy for the participants and the communities that occasionally come together to enjoy them.

This is the briefest of descriptions of what The Kingdom of Heaven is truly like; a mustard seed of prose that will unfurl into a blossoming beauty within your Soul, if you will give the thought your time, consideration and loving attention.

This was the course of action followed by Mr. Mooney, when he left his teaching position so as to not compromise his Soul’s integrity. He prayed to Jesus, his model and mentor for a wonderful human life, devoutly, one final time, before his life was changed forever, and the course of humanity, therefore, forever altered, too.

“Dear Jesus, I want you to tell me who the fuck you are! Please! Man to Man, Son of God to Son of God, Brother to Brother, Friend to Friend. Whatever the TRUTH is, I can take it!”

Like an actor pulling off a disguise after a performance, Jesus lovingly disappeared before Patrick’s eyes, and before him stood all the PAGAN representations of the SAME STORY.  These stories existed THOUSANDS of years before the supposed birth of any singular, “only-begotten” SAVIOR, as did the claim to there being MANY SONS of God.

Mooney had to accept the fact that his religious faith was not unique, that its claims to authenticity were mere fraud, enforced more by point of the sword and the soul-crushing power of human law than by the light of divine reason in Man.

It was then that Patrick heard the thunder in his heart roar loudly, and MIGHTY THOR’s voice echoed in his Soul.  From that point on, He consciously embraced the journey to his own immortality and became a Christ in his own deliciously sexy and unique fashion. It took just over a decade for him to do it, and for anyone who is interested in seeing what that kind of life is like, there are many examples, clues, and markers all over the place; left behind by members of The Invisible College to steward the courageous to their own divine memory and mortal destiny. This is ultimately the recognition of one’s presence in The Kingdom of Heaven.

In 2011, Mooney commemorated this important turning point in his Soul’s evolution with the debut of RAPTURE CANCELLED, a unique and enlightening interview with Jesus H. Christ, recorded somewhere in astral realms of what Robert Monroe used to called “The Interstate”. It’s a place where all kinds of useless and useful thoughtforms and Intelligences abound, created from patterns of human living, memory and other forces not yet fully understood by the mortal creature.

Whether this netcast™ is useless or useful to your own life’s journey will depend upon what you are looking for!

Since the netcast™ first appeared on the internet, it has enjoyed thousands of views.  How many, exactly, is hard to tell, because Google and YouTube have been purposefully rolling back the hit counts reported on their sites, as a psychological tactic to make viewpoints such as ours seem unpopular and on the fringe of reality, as well as to discourage the efforts of truth tellers everywhere.

Such a tactic alone already proves and attests to the power of the information available here. Discovering your own divinity is the greatest fear your controllers have, which is why they feel the need to constantly surveil you; in order to steer you away from the very happiness you are looking for. They hope you will give up the search and join the rest of the teeming masses that have given their Souls over to The Machine.

Viewers have often written in, wondering what the “H.” in Jesus’ middle moniker stands for.  There can only be two possible meanings, and scholars are hotly debating it right now in the halls of universities where the Dead Sea Scrolls are poured over like your favorite porn site.

The first is “Harvey“, a name traditionally associated with a powerful Irish spirit known as The Pookah, and is often seen as a giant WHITE RABBIT, which often leads a serious person to ENLIGHTENMENT, but through very strange, confounding and ultimately HUMOROUS ways.  Native American traditions translate “Harvey” into “Heyokah” and sees him as a COYOTE.  Modern humans associate the H with “Hookah“, as getting stoned is a really cool way to connect with Jesus.

The other school of scholarly research suggests the H stands for “Helios“, as the story of Christ is merely an analogous way of teaching the behavior of The Sun to the ignorant.  After all, the sun is seen every day to walk on water, constantly raises the dead to life each and every year, and brings wealth and prosperity to all, especially to those who hate “him” most.  It travels through twelve or thirteen signs of the zodiac each year, like the number of Apostles who followed Christ.  Also, like God, none may live without it.  And the Sun does not require your belief in it to do its work.

According to the IOU, both schools of interpretation are correct. Christ is indeed a fantasy, whether it is a good or harmful one is left up to your discretion.  God is also present in the Sun and it is appropriate for humans to see a divine presence in that too, as well as on this beautiful Earth, our friendly neighbor The Moon, all of our benevolent or wayward neighboring Planets, and our distant relations among all the Stars.  We must never forget, no matter how wonderfully real the MATERIAL WORLD appears to be, that there is an undefined space left for something called THE IMAGINATION.

Christ is ultimately a story in our collective imagination about FREEDOM.  Why do we remain constantly tied to interpretations of this perennial mythology that lead us to suffering, war and death in the most horrible of ways?  Why not really see and experience for yourself the Good News that those stories most certainly do contain?

Do you feel worthy enough to receive such good news in this lifetime?

The forces that oppose your freedom are what the world calls EVIL or SATANIC.  Its purpose is to distort everything in creation until you are so INTERNALLY SURE OF YOURSELF that none of its lies can degrade your Being.  Like a lotus, you rise out of the muck YOU PLANTED YOURSELF IN.

WHY? BECAUSE YOU ARE IMMORTAL! WHAT ELSE IS THERE TO DO?

As the sun begins to rise on a new year for you, may it also mark the dawning of a NEW LIGHT for MANKIND.  The internet has helped mankind discover a lot of ANCIENT wisdom. Will we have the modern common sense to use it?

As a White Wizard in the service of The Sidhe, it is our pleasure to present to you, on its proper stage, the internet story the entire world has been waiting thousands of years for.  But like Christ taught, only those with ears to hear will understand what is being said.  For the rest, the laugh is on me or you!  As long as we’re LAUGHING, that’s a great step in the RIGHT direction for humanity!

 



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