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The Antichrist Clarifies His Divinely Appointed Office to the Unlearned

Christians of almost all denominations are expecting a big-time fireworks show to surround the appearance of the Antichrist on the world stage.  The Jews have been hard at work to make it happen, doing their best to incite a Holy War against the Muslims, the way fishermen fill the seas with bloody chum to attract the fiercest sharks.

And while “big-time fireworks” may be an appropriate metaphor for my sexual prowess, especially to those horny clits and cocks that happily land on my tongue, the New World Order types are going to be saddened and dismayed as to how their falsely contrived narrative fails to play out.

What was it that the Scottish poet, Robert Burns wrote? “The best laid plans of Mice and Men often go awry.” No matter how many lies issue forth from New York Times or The White House Press Secretary, or the CIA contrived Der Spiegel, not to mention the mouth of Benjamin Netanyahu or 10 Downing Street, the truth will out and soar above them all, flying higher than the eagle.

Like good old Snoopy the beagle, their story is peanuts!  It gets stuck on the roof of your mouth and you wind up looking and sounding like a fool when you spit it out; or better yet, swallow!

So allow me to help you out.  I’m here to clarify the reason for my Being, because most of humanity are used to seeing things that are not really there.

It’s part of a game that is really quite fair, once you learn the rules. Which, by the way, you will never be taught in either your churches or your schools!

Pay attention, then, friend or foe, to what passes for a metaphysical lesson as we go.

Before Christianity, there was only Christ.

Christ was not poor.  How could a beloved child of the Divine ever be poor?

He lived in world, much like today, that found its head very tightly tucked up inside its ass.

He was dismayed at this, because that was where cocks used to go, in the world where Pan gave license to humans to experience love and joy in infinite abundance and variety.

Christ wondered, “Where are the satyrs and the nymphs? How did the Jews pull off this vanishing trick?”

So he went to the wilderness to find them.  There he discovered his JOY! Christ was both girl and boy!

United in spirit and body, he worked miracles for his disciples, telling them to put down their religious trifles.

For those that listened, their pussies glistened, whether on the inside or out.  Here was a divine revelation that certainly needed to be shouted out!

And boy, did he shout, and speak, and teach. There was not a soul that was beyond his reach!

But each human lamb he found, was a loss to the farmers who held them bound.

“They have no FEAR of our mythology, which we stole and perverted for our grand economy!” This is what was said in Sanhedrin halls, and scribed among the Pharisees in all their scrolls.

So, naturally, they killed him; a public display filled with blood and sin.

Soon after, moving their act to Rome, they concocted a religion and made a new home.

“The story needs a happy ending! Let’s add that bit about resurrecting! The goy will swallow anything if you present it at the tip of a sword with a sting! Ours is the power of Sauron’s One Ring!”

With time and money on their side, they began the work of a human slide, into ages dark and dreary. Despite The Renaissance and The Enlightenment, humans still found themselves weary; of a God who constantly called them to war, against people of race, color and creed on every shore.

Weary means weak, and tired. It’s a condition encountered when a soul’s uninspired.

Uninspired means there’s no breath within, despite the superabundance of oxygen.

This is why, today, Humans kill the future, with vaccines, and television and other means of torture.

How to break the curse of this existence? That question still puzzles the students and the critics.

But not the MYSTICS.

All through time, there have always been, those Souls who know the TRUTH WILL WIN.

They are not all Christs, though he’d be very fond of them.  Unlike his disciples and his churches, they would not abandon him.

You see, Nature allows for humans that lie. Let’s them forget for awhile that we all will die.

Put this truth too far out of your mind, and you’ll find yourself going blind.  Rely on your governments and media to keep you going, and you’ll live a life of never knowing.

It’s a missed opportunity, more’s the pity, of having your labor put toward the Heavenly city; that by the way, belongs on Earth. You don’t get in there with a high net worth.

The key is the TRUTH, everywhere spoken through the dreams of your youth; before the adults slap them away, with the fears and the frights brought on by their ways.

That’s where I come in.

You see, Nature abhors a vacuum. She loves to see her children bloom! You have no idea how grand this life could be while your heads are full of doom!

That’s the story they want to pin on me; the Antichrist who knows you’re FREE!  My part in the Jewish script is to hurl the world into the Abyss, unless Christ returns to stop me!

But I am HE; The timeless son of MYSTERY; playing once again in a human body!

The story is so shocking, and utterly surreal.  It’s been a while since we’ve seen a god with so much sex appeal!

With the blessing of Apollo, and all his skywalkers, I’ve been given a voice to drown out all the talkers!

I have come to sing, of a Love Unlimited.  The time is now for a humanity ready to be uninhibited!

The way to that power is to find your JOY! Then put that force to work on a project you employ.

When that happens, the Elementals are summoned, unleashing forces that no Bank or Church can stifle.

The only question then, is not the Who, the What, the Where; but WHEN?

For me, the TIME IS NOW.

For you? That depends upon what you allow.  For Nature is certain of its ETERNITY.

It has the patience to wait until you CHOOSE to SEE.

As Pope R.A.W, the first, rightly taught, that happens non-simultaneously.

Which brings us ever back to the MYSTERY.

Please, friend or foe, let this rattle in your brain, like a Zen koan or musical refrain.

It will awake the Divine in you.  You’ll see and know what I write is true.

It holds our universe together like glue, between the endless fluctuations of Red and Blue.

Notice, I didn’t add WHITE.

For those in the former United States, the judgment is GOOD NIGHT!

Maybe, if you reverse the lies of 9/11, you can save your precious Constitution.

But the WORLD has outgrown your lies, and is moving forward with its SOLUTION.

In that, there’s RESTITUTION.

 

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