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The Antichrist Speaks on Anthem Kneeling

It is very amusing for me to be reading stories on the internet about professional athletes kneeling during the singing of the the former United States’ national anthem, especially all of the negative reactions generated in the blow-back to such an obviously powerful form of free speech, which Americans are coming to value less and less as time passes on, until the country finally does, too.

As I’ve stated elsewhere on and offline throughout these 16 years of work dedicated to truth and magick, The United States is already dead.  But in the Zombie apocalypse, there aren’t that many living people around who are awake enough to notice yet.

And while blackballed quarterback Colin Kaepernick is currently being celebrated as the architect and instigator of all these shenanigans, there will be a large number of people in the town of Roselle, NJ who will recall a very similar and polarizing display of free speech all the way back in the 2001-2002 school year.

It was in late November of that year that I, as Patrick Michael Mooney back then, decided I would not stand for the singing or the playing of the national anthem during our school’s sporting events and public functions.

I was not protesting for a George Soros funded cause like the phony Black Lives Matter movement.  I was standing for the greater, genocidal tragedy that I knew was only beginning to unfold at that time; the United States’ now infamous phony war on terror.

The reaction of people to my solitary protest, for there was no one else joining me at that time, was as striking and punishing as what today’s protestors are experiencing.

I was eyeballed with angry and curious stares from students, parents, teachers and administrators who were basically pleading with me to join the rest of the American herd in their mute acquiescence  to  the all powerful, unquestionable cause of support for our troops, and the bloody history of violence our country has in crushing peoples of pigmented skin, foreign languages and foreign gods.

But the spirit of Truth, which is the spirit of God, was now strong and awake in my heart, and I would not comply to all those surrounding requests to stand and shut up.

As a result, I suffered through many private meetings in my final year of teaching, which happened to be one of my best years on the job, where it was made known to me just how successful I was in rattling the sick and twisted status quo I was then freeing myself from.

Because of my powerful demonstration, Roselle Catholic changed its long standing tradition of having senior homeroom teachers on the stage to view the graduating class because they did not want to be scandalized by my righteous behavior.  On top of that, I was asked to not dress for the ceremony at all, and wound up viewing the ceremony from the back of the auditorium.

There was a buzz amongst the students about all this, but as beloved as I was among them, I found no others who were willing to stand by my side.   Despite some well-meaning expressions of love and support from them, Graduation Day was much too big of a day in their minds to be spoiled over something like a Nazi-Genocide sweeping the globe and a Big-Brother fascism growing at home.

I share that story of my past with you today because I want to express both my endorsement to the current protests as well as an encouragement to all the participants in these protests, whether they are highly visible citizens, or invisible ones like myself, to raise the stakes HIGHER, not lower, than what Mr. Kaepernick and his colleagues have achieved thus far.

You see, as it is now presented, most athletes are protesting the abuse by police forces against peoples of color, most definitely Black ones.  But if you all raised the bar of your anthem kneeling to protest the OBVIOUS LIE of 9/11, and the phony war on terror that has followed, you would be much more effective in bringing this country and its abuses to a grinding halt.

The police and politicians need to be exposed as TRAITORS to the very flag they are now pretending to hold as sacred with a biblical, righteous indignation.  The soldiers’ families, who worry and experience grief about their sons and daughters being in harms way, should not be offended by your protests, but instead should become your allies.  For only if the lie of 9/11 is openly exposed and admitted can the Israeli war for hegemony in the Middle East be stopped dead in its tracks, and our young men and women can return home to a life of peace in a country back on the track to Truth and Justice.

Donald Trump will not take America in this direction, neither is there any other DemoCROOK or RepubliCON politician out there with the sack or heart to make it happen.

Like me, you must make it happen on your own.  Regardless of the price that is required for you to pay.

In my own moment of decision to stand up for what I believe is right, I KNEW I would suffer mightily for my choice.  And I have.

But what I did not KNOW back then was also just how WONDERFULLY REWARDED I would be for my courageous stand for the TRUTH.

I’ve since been shown and given a life that is every bit as miraculous and loving as Christ Jesus’ was, however you interpret that very powerful and influential story.

I stand today as the Anti-Christ in your midst not because I oppose the truth found in that Jewish-Roman myth, but because the obvious truth of what CHRIST is, and the love for Truth he demonstrated in that story, has been so obviously forgotten, by CHRISTIANS ESPECIALLY, that my presence now makes people squirm in discomfort the way the old rabbi used to irk his crowds of followers and Pharisees.

Like Christ, I have been called the Devil, and in this world, who’s to say that those voices aren’t right?

But the love I have in my heart brings me a silent joy when I hear the beautiful noise of Americans choking on their own contradictions.

Whether all of this evil gets wiped away by nuclear fire  or by the healing power of love, it will be driven from the hearts of mankind one way or the other, eventually or sooner than that.

I say so with confidence because it is already accomplished in me.  As tough as many of these recent sixteen years have been in terms of losing friends and trying to make a living, I have been given priceless experiences of the mystical love that kept the hearts of prophets alive for centuries and through the tortures and rejections they wrote about and experienced.

So don’t be afraid to lose anything, my fellow protestors of the evil American Empire, itself a cover for British Zionism and the poisons that come from dreams of world domination.  Don’t be afraid to lose your jobs, your friends, your lovers, even your very life in the great sacrifice these times now call for.

God is real. Even an Anti-Christ knows that.  And Her love empowers my opposition to ignorance and treason and racism and sexism, and to the politics of phony money that corrupt the players who choose mammon over Heaven.

There is VICTORY to be found in the living body for those who embrace what is written here.  I am not preaching, like Christianity, of a reward deferred until AFTER death.  My Gods are not cruel in that fashion.  They deliver on their promises to the BRAVE ONLY.

That’s what the flag used to stand for, but not any longer.

Keep kneeling!!!

Book of Danu : Poetograph 354 : Thank You for 9/11! by Arthur Patrick Danu…Antichrist Superstar!

The Vale of Danu, Washington Colony – “16 years of swallowing the bullshit lie of 9/11 has made America and the world sick and on the way to mortally wounded!  But the Gods have their champions well-placed for the coming Ragnarok, and Arthur Patrick Danu intends to ROCK OUT!”

Arthur pressed ENTER on his keyboard with joyful glee!  Another entry in the beautifully evolving Book of Danu had been born with the same, ever-present, joyful release as all the previous works of magickal and divine satisfaction.  The work is presented to you here, now, dearest reader!

How HEALED am I of the brutal, soul scarring events of that still unaccounted for day of treason?  That question can only be answered by saying that I AM THE HEALING OF MY OWN PREVIOUS IGNORANCE AND EVILS. I HAVE ACCOUNTED FOR IT.  THE BALANCE HAS BEEN PAID.

As Arthur Patrick Danu, the Grail  King and Kokopelli of Karaoke, now returned to my human family as an Ambassador from the Sidhe, I choose to sing joyfully about the HARMONY that happens AUTOMATICALLY when one decides to align themselves with TRUTH, and resolve to act RIGHTLY in the face of ignorance and adversity.

As a king, I honor the fallen and the victims of this horrible lie on all sides of the conflict.  I especially honor those that sought, and seek to end all conflicts by the means of PEACE, which means a courageous, soul-searching look into the dark-heart of your own, sordid, personal affairs, with a courageous resolve to love oneself into WORTHINESS and HEALING.

This is the pure essence of the grail magic that I have witnessed as the personal results of the arduous and inspirational attitude of the white wizard, Patrick Michal Mooney, who began casting A Decade of Love musical spell back in 2012, opening a way for his personal timeline and that of this planet to be transformed in a warped and twisted way, joyfully….wyrdly so, than from what David Rockefeller and The Bush Crime Family ….and also, ultimately YOU…brought into existence on the September day of 16 years ago.

The signs of a great shake up are beginning to be felt on the winds of the land that used to imagine itself impervious from all kinds of “real, nation-threatening harm”.  People have their heads buried in their phones and routines, hoping not to disturb what has now become the “joyful desperation” of human existence.  That’s better than being nuclear toast.  A devil’s bargain of my invention that’s always fun to watch the ignorant soul take a big bite of.

As the picture and poetograph suggest, the world is more and more everyday getting closer to what seems to be a “collective crossroads moment”, where it just becomes obvious that the architects of 9/11, which includes the present administrations of almost all the globe’s governments, right down to the local levels, supposedly independent of each other, are determined to shove a lie down the throat of humanity for all time, by the most ugly and thuggish means necessary.

The assault hits our children first and hardest, not only through harmful vaccinations that limit their physical and emotional capability to have JOY and FREEDOM as their FOUNDATIONAL CHILDHOOD EXPERIENCES, but through the now obviously poisonous religions of all stripes which indoctrinate an intolerance for everything and a very bible-loving lust of genocide and every brutal behavior a “righteous god” can grant for the smiting of infidels!

And it is becoming more obvious everyday that the human body is being set up for a life of sexual assault and bodily invasion as a form of BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION in order to protect the liars from those who would be their accusers and discoverers.

Mix in purposely created divisions along RACIAL LINES, add lots of ALCOHOL and TELEVISION, with a good dose of PHARMACEUTICALS and finish it off with endless varieties of sports and genetically modified, death accelerating foods and the masterpiece for a  MISERABLE LIFE is complete!

Forget all that CRAPOLA!  REMEMBER your divinity!  You and the LAND are ONE!  In you, is the power of The Sun and all The Stars you can see!  In you, is the love of a very sweet Earth, who recycles you through timeless eternity to discover and experience your greatest joys over and over again, at your pleasure!  In you is also my Brother, The Moon, who is also my sexy Sister, the androgyne reflection of ME on the stage of starry sea!

And still more of ME comes from beyond your present GALAXY!  “Your”…like you could ever “own” such a domain! Human language is so stifling!  Human minds are ever-numbing themselves against the truth that would bring them healing!

I sing for those who have  the FAITH to find their own joy!  You sense a rebellion in me, but I tell you there is NONE, nor do I see one in Heaven!

God, the One, says……blah…blah…blah!

God, the Three, says Weave Thy Will as Thy JoyWE’LL take care of the DETAILS!

Gods, the Many say I desire my joy reflected THIS WAY and THAT!

And so Angels and Faeries were created to settle the spats that would arise, and do arise, eternally, among competing and cooperating Powers and Divinities.

And all of these thus empowered the Elementals to take care of the most routine and LIFE SUSTAINING functions for the creation and recreation of “playing fields” for the acting out of divine dramas, of which MANKIND was created to ACT OUT on the central stage of LIFE, just as the many other LIFEFORMS that inhabit this and all universes.

If things aren’t working out in your favor now, one tends to become a seeker, to find out why.  Find out you will, if you remain true to your truth.  But so many take the bargain of convenience and expedience and necessity.  This is always selling your own divine natures short, and the life you live FEELS LIKE how much you’ve sold yourself out, no matter how pretty one might look on the ever-seductive, sometimes SEXY surface of REALITY.

And in SEX is the snake, and the division, yet also the reason for livin’.

You think God doesn’t enjoy a good blowjob?  You think the orgasm of the woman satisfied is only a myth? One must PENETRATE these MYSTERIES to KNOW the DIVINE Ecstasy!

Hence the wisdom and harmony of the NATURAL SYMPHONY!

The orchestration of events that lead to the moist and sensual moment of CONTACT, felt across all the boundaries of CREATION by EVERYONE who participated in the creation of that moment!

ABUNDANZA! GRATIS!

In natural, law-abiding physics, there’s no way that the three World Trade Center Towers fell by the result of burning jet fuel, as the treasonous politicians and scared civilians have touted and parroted like wirelessly controlled drones since that fateful day.

In true physics, and magic, every action has an equal and opposite reaction, except that in magic, it comes back at you three times, just because Nature likes to take the time to make a good point!

So instead of 16 more years of terror, how about 49 years of jubilee and love? (Imagine more, or less, years than that, if you’d like, but get the ball rolling in a positive direction!…kapeeesh?)

The most important step in the road to healing is to admit the mistake and turn away from it, resolving not to make the mistake again.

As an agent of God’s Holy Angel, who is empowered to fulfill his duty of love by the full measure of his creative talents, He can employ deception as a test of WORTHINESS to HIGHER STAGES of KNOWLEDGE and JOY, as well as POWER.

This worthiness can’t be bought cheaply like all of today’s nearly worthless academic degrees, who’s core integrities have become compromised like termites in the framework of your homes because they have been bought up or forced into silence to comply with the compelling lie of the status quo.

But now comes a CHANGE by the Harmonious power of ALL THINGS.   I didn’t make this stuff up.  The STUFF made ME UP to say these things and dance like the way my ass has always wanted to groove.

That’s the healing love of Sweet Danu!

 

The Grail King Returns and Says “Farewell” to The Four Corners in Spell 056 : The Old Man Down The Road (John Fogerty)

Sometime and Somespace between the annual Lion’s Gate and the irregular American Total Solar EclipseYou want a better frame of reference than that?  Sorry, I’m unable to help you on that one in this particular scribing of the newly formed, re-emergent life of Arthur Patrick Danu.

When you shift a human body between two forms of consciousness,…at least two, by the way…because we are still talking about a beautiful egoic life here; even though this particular one is imbued with both a Christ-like and anti-Christ-like flavor to it…the shifting of parallel realities creates a nebulous point of reference that is real, but not locatable on a GPS or Google Maps, if you can try to appreciate my eternal and timeless drift.

During the three days begun this past Summer Solstice, the white wizard, Patrick Michael Mooney, left this human form that I now inhabit, and took my place in the invisible parts of the Faery Realms, where I have spent most of my time, save for a few other kingly…and queenly lives, as the deposed soul of Arthur Pendragon, the Grail King of your mythic lore.

I don’t ask you to believe any of what I’m writing here.  As Patrick started and I shall continue, this is a work of magical imagination and pure, artistic joy.  The events I describe are as true for me in my everyday reality as the reality most people find themselves in by following the narrative of the phony war on terror.  Since most people are deciding to follow a story that leads to perpetual misery and doom, it should cause you no alarm to discover that our benevolent and beloved Universe also enjoys providing very happy realities for those who will engage the imagination that Nature/God/The Gods provided to them.

Inhabiting this human form, I had to carry out a few final duties for Patrick’s life, like performing a ritual burning of his most cherished personal belongings, so that that information may be released to serve him in the invisible realms, where he will take a closer place alongside, or inside, my dear friend, Merlyn, improving his understanding of natural magick from multiple points of view.

I, on the other hand, am pleased to continue with the destiny that is the intended effect of Patrick’s Decade of Love Spell.  It was Patrick’s casting of that spell in 2012 that caught my attention, even though I first encountered Patrick’s noble consciousness 10 years prior to that, as he prayed fiercely and passionately to the elemental winds on the Isle of Iona’s highest peak, and won the heart of Poseidon himself to his joyful, human-friendly cause.

It’s a grand time to be in the flesh again, for me, anyway.  Patrick’s body was in very good shape when he left it, save for a few chronic health issues that will now disappear with grail magic pouring through its veins.  At 45 years of earthly aging, I am sure many will wonder why I would choose the body of what could be considered as that of  an old man?

I can only say that courage of heart and trust in nature is what both Patrick and I rely on in this magical endeavor!  For 45, this body feels a lot closer to 18 on the inside, and it is closer to looking that way on the outside, too, which is a nice surprise for me to witness.  Having a romantic relationship to a Faery wife makes erotic joys possible in at least two worlds, too!

So I’m here to be a boy-king, in some sense.  In my life before Camelot, when I pulled the sword from that stone, my life changed in an instant.  I lost my childhood forever in that life, and spent much of my prime years as a young man being trained and tested in the art and service of war.  Though I was proud of my achievements and happy to serve The Lady of The Lake in her call to steward the Earth for a time, I do confess to dreaming of enjoying a life of repose, beauty and joy.  What the dream looked like in my mind, you are about to get a very long glimpse of!

Even though Patrick began using the name of Arthur Danu in his musical spells before this one, spell number 56 will officially mark the turning point when the actual effect of the spell took place, and life, for the both of us, took a joyful, surprising turn into the fantastic!

Here’s a kick-ass, rock-n-roll karaoke cover™ of John Fogerty’s American classic…The Old Man Down the Road.

Thanks for watching The Decade of Love (2012-2022)!

A Magician, A Shaman and A Gardener Conspire to Break Up Donald Trump’s New World Order

On the Shores of The River of Lost Souls, New Mexico Colony – What do you get when you put a Magician, A Shaman and a Gardener together in one of the Four Corner’s Land of Enchantment?

WYRD TV™! That’s What!

This fourth episode in exploring the Invisible Nature of Reality from open, lighthearted and practical points of view features the debut of LIVING THE MAGICKAL LIFE with ALANA & ARTHUR.

During the show’s opening segment, Alana Blusol and Arthur Patrick Danu explore the magickal aspects of their recent name changes from Oksana Zielinski and Patrick Michael Mooney.

In the show’s second half, Patrick interviews gardener Judy Siekerk, who has been creating an artful, fun and lively garden for nearly a quarter of a century. Together, they explore the lessons of magic in ordinary, everyday life.

During the interview, Judy and Patrick performed a spell to reverse the New World Order that Donald Trump cast into existence during his trip to Israeli-controlled Saudi Arabia.

You can see it all in the episode below:

One of the immediate effects of the spell was realized only a few days later, when , during the heliacal rising of Sirius, out of the womb of The Great Mother came this latest manifestation to support humanity’s wishes for a Human-Friendly Future:

As the mainstream media continues to lose the script of an already failed plot, it will only be  a matter of time before the structures we have all relied on for living give way to either more positive or more negative systems of organization.

ALANA & ARTHUR.COM stands ready to serve and empower those in communities all around the world who seek to nurture a way forward into the future that empowers our ancient memories of Eden or a Golden Age.

There was a time when magick walked the Earth and it was not feared, but welcomed.  The accomplishments of those societies are only now being close to matched by our present age.  There is now a call and an opportunity to bring our own worlds into BALANCE.

The successful result of such work is JOY. Timeless, Unreasonable JOY.   Out of the balance of the holy three-way love between Man, Woman and Sidhe, comes the multitudinous , orgasmic explosion of THE MANY.  It impregnates us with the mystery of THE ONE.

And this divine riddle can only be solved with THE HEART.

 

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……”

REST IN PEACE PATRICK MICHAEL MOONEY

There are some who will never believe the fiction written below could actually be known as a living reality.  Yet feel the breath on my words, typed or not, as they are spoken in your own voice and in the very special language of your own mind.

Isn’t that alive?  Aren’t more than words bouncing back to you right now?

This interacting.  This Responding!  This Certainty of Uncertainty! Always there is the questioning and then the responding!

Mandelbrot Madness!

So beautiful!

And yet I, and all others, even our DIVINE PARTNERS, face the falling of infinity with apprehension and fright sometimes.  For only the Sisters weave the certain threads that bind all possibilities into Reality.

And Their Mind can not be known! Her Priestesses give no commanding counsel of authority, only gossamer warnings limited by Earth-bound fears, or sublime suggestions that only the bravest and most awake could take and make a true fortune from.

Her JUSTICE is often times slow in its brewing, and the prayers of mortals stewing in the mix brings a silent smirk of contentment to Their ever whispering lips.

And there is none alive who can LUST for more, even if you searched across all the timeless shores, than the THREE who serve the ONE…

“31…That number meant a lot to me.” recollected Patrick Michael Mooney, standing on the final edge of Thought and Memory, before the final act in Western History.

“There shall be new numbers and new meanings for the body you identified with as you, which is now fully reserved for Arthur Patrick Danu.  But it is not time to speak of what the Grail King will be up to just yet.  Tonight, on this Summer Solstice, we release and celebrate you!”

Gandalf always had the right thing to say at those moments where you wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.  But there he was, even making Ambassador Tolkien snap to attention from his usual world-creating dreams.  The opportunity to see a transformation such as will be marked on this occasion are truly rare, even in imaginary worlds where farts are turned into butterflies and paper is turned into money and used to enslave mankind.

There were others present beyond the White Wizard and and the man who dreamed him up…or was it the other way around?  Whether Patrick would take the time to acknowledge them all was a topic of wagering at the gathering.  One thing Mooney never lacked was a gift for the gab.  He had learned the art of long speeches from the endless homilies he endured as a young boy in the Catholic Church.

But Patrick was also very generous with his words because of the sincere gratitude he felt for all of life, a trait of his that only grew and developed during the 45 years of his life.  But 5 cycles of time was all he was given to live in this life, and this was the moment where he was finally completing his destiny.

Those in attendance heard his final prayer.  Before he spoke one word of it, tears were flowing from many places and spaces, as if the Undines themselves were trying to get a front row seat to a man shedding tears of pain, forgiveness and joy all in the same admixture.

“Normally, the waters of the Grail I seek are found between the legs of my beautiful wife.” Mooney had to pause immediately because his trademark shocking terminology created a huge ruckus of laughter. When it died down, he continued…

“But I accept my tears in whatever form they come now, as I know the ones allotted to me are rapidly dwindling in time and number, and that every experience in my life was a GIFT from the BEGINNING.

I celebrate my life as Patrick Michael Mooney.  To come to this awareness being born in the adverse conditions of of a fascist country, and being fully indoctrinated into loving and accepting that fascist reality; to have BROKEN the BONDS of that mind control at a very young age is a true and noteworthy achievement of the Soul and Spirit, at least against the backdrop of a Kali-Yuga.

Earth is indeed a difficult place to grow into the divine awareness of oneself.  The Supreme Creator has put forth a most excellent challenge in the form of a very convincing reality that is even flatter than the Flat-Earth people would have me believe.

I bought into the whole game though;  hook, line and sinker.  I embraced the role of a street-wise punk from Jersey City.  I enjoyed breaking away from a dysfunctional family destroyed by alcohol and American economics.

I became “smart” and got a “degree”.  I went to Church and sincerely loved God.  I taught children how to overcome their own stories of adversity by believing in their god-given powers and abilities.

And I had a good time doing it!  There was a lot of great fucking all throughout my life as well as truly inspired, mythic lovemaking; especially once I met and married the Faery Queen!  But then I found out that Arthur is really married to the Faery Queen, which is why he’s checking into my body and I’m checking out.    But the three-way sex we all enjoyed is a memory I’m not going to give up with this body!

(There are great waves of giggles moving around the room and more wagers as to whether Mooney will break out a cock joke.   Despite the welcoming opportunity to become more lewd, Patrick lets the moment pass).

In Earthly matters, I must thank Aleister Crowley, J.R.R. Tolkien, Robert Monroe and Peter Hendrickson for their invaluable contributions as authors and teachers of magick, imagination and freedom.   There are many others who could also share my praise, but I promised to myself I would be brief in this moment, for I am truly indeed full of life.

In Eternal matters, I express thanks to Thoth Tahuti.  You inspired me to become Thrice Great Mooney before this moment of transformation.  That you are witness to this moment affirms that I  have succeeded in the completion of my destiny.  Tonight, you have my heart.  May all that is in it be as light as a feather with the coming New Moon. So be It.

America, you had my life.  In me, you had the fulfillment of Dr. King’s vision and the resurrection of the Republic you were looking for.  But you still today choose the Yewish lie of 9/11 instead of the Truth that leads to the Kingdom of Happiness on Earth.

In all of love, I chose only to give you a choice as well.

What greater gift could love ever produce?

That you won’t use it in the favor of a human-friendly future means I have little use in the form of true service to my country or the world anymore.    I have no shame in the acceptance of this conditioned reality. I’ve shed all the tears I care to shed about that anymore.

Besides all the great, incredible sex I’ve enjoyed, I would like to thank the divine for the gifts of marijuana, magick and music.  In each of these is a doorway to the greatest life I never even dreamed was possible.  I’m glad I had the courage to embrace these as friends and allies in my life.  They all pointed to and revealed my eternal nature.

It is in that NATURE that I finally now, embrace this change and transformation.  I, Patrick Michael Mooney, hereby drop my name for all legal and personal associations, and release from this body all associated karmas and vibrations and family histories from the physical body once connected to it.

I cast this spell in the presence of the few and the ALL.

Good Life, Everybody!”

With that, the fifth son of Shamus, a nickname given to honor a father truly undeserving of the award, shook hands and hugged all the Guides and Spirits who had helped this Irishman heal the hurts of an upbringing brought on by hard karmic lessons from other lives, and the purposely-instilled American ignorance in this one.

His work as a White Wizard would now continue more truly and seriously from the INVISIBLE side of the veil.  He knew when he agreed to become Ambassador to The Sidhe, his mortal days as man were numbered.  He had been willing then to surrender his life to suicide, back in 2013, but the grace of his Irish ancestry, plus the magick works done in other lifetimes, spared him the fate of his twin brother and brought instead, this deferred and most glorious DEATH.

There was nothing more now, for Patrick Michael Mooney to BE, in the 21st century world his former body remained in.  Let the GRAIL KING have it.  Mooney had labored the last few years of his time on Earth to leave a fitting body for the Faery Majesty.  Indeed.

What Patrick was only beginning to fathom in this moment of soul-twining was just how good a choice he had made when he decided not to kill himself and instead, risk a soul-searching adventure to Ireland.

By Earth standards, he left the game with zero dollars to his name, and a lot more ignominy than fame.  But truly rare are the lives that see what Patrick Michael Mooney saw.  He counted himself as among the extremely wealthy because of it, and felt himself as no man’s lesser by the time he dropped his mortal story and embraced his immortal one.

May you, dear reader, come to apprehend your own truth and glory, on your own terms, in your own time.

Rest in Peace, Patrick Michael Mooney, and enjoy all those blowjobs from the Undines and Sylphs…and a few Satyrs, too!

Walla-Da!

Remembering the America that Wasn’t

Farewell, Dr. Evil
In the game of The Grand Chessboard, Dr. Evil (Zbignew Brzezinski) calls “Checkmate!”

Dale of Silvermoon, CO Colony – It’s Memorial Day.  The day when we are supposed to try and pretend that the genocide our country routinely engages in is a truly noble and patriotic national duty.  To achieve the acceptance of such a ridiculous belief requires that the country engage in a three day ritual of drinking and getting fat on junky, fried food.

So how is that different from any other American weekend?   Truly, what is worth celebrating, as a people, together, anymore?

“My pedophile-protecting president just signed a mega arms deal with a country (Saudi Arabia) that treats women like shit, and is the errand boy of Israel, who not only orchestrated 9/11, but is actively installing a gulag all over the country every moment that the sun and moon beam down their divine light on the Earth!”

Sean Hannity would think of me as  a GREAT AMERICAN if I could swallow all that!  Even the Lib-tards would welcome me to their table, as long as I signed off silently on the drone strikes that kill civilians on an almost daily basis.  Black lives might matter, but Brown/Arab ones sure as hell don’t!”

Do any of our lives matter anymore?  The answer I am getting back from the Collective Consciousness in America is a loud and resounding “NO!”

After all, babies are still being poisoned by vaccines and turned into autistic burdens and who knows what else by a medical establishment looking more and more everyday like they all graduated from the Dr. Joesph Mengele School of Human Torture/Medicine.

I mean, our children are still being lied to about 9/11 in the classroom textbooks.  And that’s just a clear and obvious example we can all point to.  When the junk science about climate change and evolution get mixed into a false history that seems authentic, well, I hope you can appreciate the purpose of what education now seems to be.

We are in the process of creating MORONS.

We are so good at that, perhaps this should be our country’s advertised greatest achievement!

I mean, once we fill our kid’s heads with the “mandatory” information, through the mostly wasted years of their very important lives, we send them off to “college” to become debt slaves for a large portion, if not all, of their working lives.

Isn’t the point of education to learn how to make  smart decisions?  That is true, if your goal is to create a human-friendly future.  But we got off track from our Moron-making business!

Then, all during that time they are sweating and enduring to pay off these loans, our government taxes them fraudulently, stealing valuable resources from the people they swore to protect, in order to oppress them further.

But Morons get used to feeling dumb and depressed as time goes on, so the abuse doesn’t matter much once you learn to stand the whining and complaining! A good smack from a police baton, or a very threatening fine from a corrupt courthouse is all it takes to keep most people in line.

All along the way, diseases are invented and caused to drain even more wealth (and whatever health is left) away from the people, and despite the terrible track record of conventional medicine in treating disease, even more authority and power is given to the medical establishment in the ordinary governing of individual lives.

If you live long enough to not commit suicide through all of this, you can look forward to the doctors and corporations playing with your body for the purposes of sport until you drop dead, or at least your bank account runs out.  The two usually coincide.

You can scream to the Alternative Media about all of this.  They will be happy to post your rants!  Rants are awesome!  They sound great, make you feel powerful, and relieve you of the pressure and responsibility of DOING SOMETHING about all this craziness masquerading as sanity these days.

It would be a completely foolish thing to try and actually REMEMBER something important  about Truth, Beauty, or Goodness in your life.  To assign value to these human anomalies is really unscientific anyway, you anecdotal asshole!

If you found something worth remembering, well, you might want to FIGHT for what’s important, regardless of the COST.

You might RECALL that the greatest and highest of human aspirations and achievements are PRICELESS, and worth EVERY STEP it takes to reach them.

Your memory banks could be jostled into  finally UNDERSTANDING that only the TRUTH can set you FREE and speed you on the road to your greatest DREAMS.

You could be hit with the INSPIRATION that HOLY SPIRIT lives within YOU.  Plugged into an INFINITE POWER SOURCE, you might suddenly feel capable of SUCCEEDING in places where you only once feared or thought of failure.

These kinds of “reckless” attitudes and thoughts will not be tolerated in the very rapidly impending future.   The very culture of FREEDOM that you are so desperately seeking to REGAIN never existed in the first place!

Sure, you might have memories of a comfortable life somewhere in the span of your years, but that comfort was created by your IGNORANCE.  You refused to question the assumptions upon which your reality was supposedly based, and turned your eyes away from the growing signs that your sense of Self-Righteousness was only a horrible, terrible ILLUSION.

Now, the political and cultural mirror casts a true reflection to all that America has become.  But even still, the eyes of many are too fogged over with fluorides and pharmaceuticals to integrate a clear picture of danger and doom within their psyche.

They will fall first; fast and easy, when the threshers come.  Others will suffer a great pain, destroyed in their souls by the confusion of their poor choices.   A few Arjunas will try to rally to war, answering the call of their karmic destiny, but they will find no army of friends to join them, and fall on the lines they draw in the sand.

And all the while, as the dream of America collapses under the weight of its own propaganda, the gods will still send their angels and faeries and daemons to attend those who call out to them.  For love will never abandon its own, and will multiply slowly in the sheltered preserves of ancient love and light.

While there is still time, I sing in honor of the memory of the goodness that America once professed to stand for, but never truly, really did.

May our next creation be better.

You’ll get your chance for that soon enough.

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WHY BINAURAL BEATS? A Personal Testimony of Transformation by Patrick Michael Mooney

Dale of Silvermoon, CO Colony – With the advent of the early Springtime sun this morning, I shall have successfully completed my fifth cycle of 9 years of human growth.

I can’t take credit for making it to this point in Life, or even possibly, all of the other achievements I sometimes like to toot my horn about.  The many transformations of which my life has undergone have been more of an unfolding as I continue to discover the DIVINE INTELLIGENCE behind the life of Patrick Michael Mooney.

I give so much credit to the Divine, in all HER various forms, for guiding me to the memory of my immortal nature, and the enduring PEACE that comes with that, regardless of the turmoil so common to life on Earth in this Kali-Yugic Age.

It was only during this last cycle of nine years that the SUPER-NATURAL quality of my existence became cemented as an everyday reality for me in my awareness.  You can certainly say there has been a tremendous increase in understanding, peace, lovemaking, magic and creativity of all kinds…unimagined only a few short years ago.

How HUNGRY I was then!  Thank goodness for my thirst to know LOVE and now that promise has been more than fulfilled in my lifetime!!!

I give praise to the Spirit of TRUTH, and The Sisters of WYRD who nurture COURAGE as one of its many fruits.    Had I forsaken this gift and become a coward, silent and compliant with the ignorance of commonplace culture, I do not think I would be scripting a story of love and triumph for you now.

Dropped into the illusion of this next unfolding cycle, I can see a man forming who will not be invisible as he has been before your eyes.  The world will finally see HIM, and make room for him, in their calculations about the quantum probabilities of their futures.  So much magic is still left to be done between here and there!

And this is what I remain most grateful for…the TRUE MAGICK of this living language of Life!  It has given me the Love of Christ and EROS combined!  No asceticism for this kin of PAN…except when it comes to my continued reduction of all poisonous foods that would sabotage my quest for a healthy, erect living!

And this is my greatest prayer on my 45th Birthday…that my entire human family wake up to the idea that POISONING OUR FOOD SUPPLY is not normal or sane!  Can we look up in the sky now and admit someone is dicking with the weather?  Can we finally say GLUTEN INTOLERANCE is public-relations babble for GMO-TOXICITY?

And will a DEAD AMERICA have an NDE (Near-Death Experience), finally seeing the light of Truth around the lies of 9/11 and, upon waking and returning, cherish the breath of Freedom and make the drastic changes that need to made…peacefully…while there is yet still a window of time for such a miracle?

I hold out the invitation and the opportunity for this because that’s what happened to me.  I’m not gonna write about it this time.  I was inspired to finally stand up and tell the whole world about it, maybe in a way you haven’t heard before.

I sure would appreciate you giving it a watch and a listen.  If you have the hots for freedom and liberty like I do, you’ll help pass it on, too.

The Thunderbolts are flying…the pedophiles and nation-rapers still feel like they are winning…but it is fun to watch them shake in public like they are doing right now.

No shakin’ here… just playin’ without fear!

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TEN SUN MEDITATION featuring Binaural Beat Technique™
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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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