Dale of Silvermoon, CO Colony – Human Ambassador from the Sidhe, Arthur Danu, reaches back into the Christmas carols of yesteryear and pulls out a Karaoke Cover™ of White Christmas that will warm your heart and please the ghosts of Bing Crosby and Irving Berlin.
My writing today may wander a bit as I impress my latest magical spell with a concoction of thoughts that I find awakening, liberating and polarizing. It’s a similar situation to what’s going on outside and inside the world as it is right now. My comments regarding the character of Newt Gingrich are best left inside of my video homage to Dr. Seuss below.
I am amazed at what I am seeing today. What’s left of the United States of America after this most sour and detestable election is a fragmented citizenry finally asking the question, “Where do we go from here?”
Unfortunately, the people that are asking that question most loudly are those disaffected people who, for some reason that only their own stupidity can fathom, thought that choosing a murderous traitor who thoroughly ensconces herself with pedophiles, was actually a great choice for the future of this country.
This is not to say that that those who voted for Donald Trump are somehow better, “right” or more smartly inclined to lead the future of this country. Far from it. Remember that the Clintons were guests at Donald Trump’s wedding. Good friends all around. “Good people,” says president-elect Trump of the ranking lieutenants in the Bush Crime Family, they themselves only generals in the Army of Chappaquiddick.
Deep within the belly of all those who voted in this election is the underlying fear of their own powerlessness. They voted in the election because the FELT they had to do something for the future, but their own imaginations were not powerful enough to imagine a world where they didn’t have to choose between a small assortment of shit sandwiches. So America bit into it hard again, and finds itself again wondering why there is such a bad taste in its mouth and why the world is either politely or impolitely turning their faces from our putrid stench.
It is not so hard to notice, either, that the other nations of the world have equally bad breath, for they have sold and consumed their own lies to one another and the world with equal relish and contempt for the human situation.
This plague of powerlessness and confusion will eventually kill the host body of humanity unless it makes a concerted and willful effort to embrace TRUTH in all dealings of life. And this is where the great question of philosophy and religion and spirituality and law and politics and science all converge:
What is TRUTH?
Is Truth the best PROPAGANDA MONEY CAN BUY?
Or is Truth a FREE GIFT OF THE DIVINE TO ALL HUMANITY?
The modern prophecy of Led Zeppelin states that “If we all call the tune, then the piper will lead us to reason.”
I called the tune in 2001 shortly after Rudy Giuliani, another potential member of Trump’s cabinet, stage-managed a controlled demolition of The World Trade Center complex in downtown Manhattan and then quickly removed the evidence that would have surely indicated, and still does indicate, a controlled demolition of all three skyscrapers on that glorious September day.
To my most incredible amazement, even still to this moment, the Divine answered me and led me on an such an incredible and fantastic journey of the Soul and the human drama that I finally did come to realize the truth of enlightenment.
And like the Goddess Persephone did for so many millions of humans prior to the imprisoning tortures of monotheism, She dropped me back into the illusion of space-time, after first revealing it as a kind of farce-with-a-purpose, and gave me a choice.
I chose to cast the spell of A Decade of Love (2012-2022). I believe in a glorious human future because we have a glorious human past. The history you have been taught in schools is utter trash. Which is why much of the world looks like trash to us today. The old saying of “garbage in-garbage out” applies.
And what made for a glorious human past? I believe it will soon be remembered that the only way to a glorious human future will be through a re-awakening of the collective human spirit to a conscious working relationship with the Invisible, Divine powers of Natural, and highly Intelligent forces.
The future is not with Artificial Intelligence. As I said before, no such thing exists or will ever exist whose Intelligence is apart from Nature. This is knowable to anyone capable of even the slightest bit of contemplation. What is passed for as Artificial Intelligence these days is propaganda for the robot violence that will be unleashed on humanity once we turn our attention to dismantling the prison we’ve built all around us. The establishments of concurrent power all over the world will not go down without a fight. Evil is always prepared to spill blood. Good, not always. That’s what makes good people good.
And a lot of good people are going to die in the coming changes. You say that’s unfair, but what about all the good people who have already died…millions of them in the last two decades alone, without so much as a concerned peep from you as you forked over your working money to a murderous government and voted for one lying, genocidal president after another?
I was stunned, temporarily, to hear quasi-folk hero Dave Chappelle call lame-duck president Obama “a good dude” during his recent appearance on Saturday Night Live. That is a perfect example of the kind of confusion I am talking about that is rampant all over the country.
Chappelle was swooned and seduced by the image of a White House full of partying Black People. I can grok the meaning of the historical precedent he was articulating for the audience that night. But does this allow us to brush away the countless now murdered during his eight years of administration, equally as horrific as those America experienced under Bush II? People trusted Obama to deliver this country OUT of the wars in the Middle East, not to continue and expand them. Instead, he pushed harder on the gas pedal and doubled down on the American economy to fail, too. All the Black People being murdered by police and each other in America didn’t stop under his watch and their communities are no more empowered today than they were before he came into office. Obama’s legacy will simply be, as I stated before, in proving that a black man is capable of being just as much a political criminal as a white man. In my book, that’s a good lesson for the politically correct crowd to chew and swallow.
This was a great and remembered piece of knowledge from our past;
that NOBILITY of the human Soul is not created by RACE, RELIGION, SEX, CULTURE CREED, or FINANCIAL station in life, nor is it the exclusive province of any of those. Nobility of the Soul is built by the choices that one chooses to be responsible for. The most noble are those who use the abundance Nature has gifted them with for the continued abundance of others.
What servant of Life would find argument with this? What stops us from being more of this ourselves?
There lies the battle you must fight. It is not out in the streets, protesting this election that changed nothing and only accelerated the death of the USA. America is now trying to save a system that is murderous to itself and to the world. This is a tortured irony to watch.
But that is all I can do. When confronted with a DIVINE REALITY of LOVE and ABUNDANCE, you see that there is enough time and enough of everything for everyone to find the happiness they came into life looking to find and express.
To live in this abundance means to allow people to get there in their own time and their own way, however artful or ugly it may appear to you. The kindest thing we can do for each other is to remind ourselves of this choice and to assist in the sharing of the benefits we receive as unconditional love is poured our way.
Comedian and social spokesperson, Dick Gregory, made remarks recently on television, too, similar in thought to what is written here, that America is finished because it is incapable of recognizing what a good decision is anymore. To see this kind of talk on television today is a clear sign that America is fractured and authority structures everywhere are about to crumble.
And they should. We’ve built something lousy and we’ve got to admit it. You want ideas on what to replace it with?
I don’t think you’re ready for that. First we have to build up good people within ourselves again. No matter what system you try to invent to solve problems, if you fill it with bad people, it will turn out bad.
So that’s the first place and the last place to begin. How have YOU empowered the monstrosity of life that is before you now?
If you do your work diligently, you can unfold a lifetime of hurts very quickly and bring them to healing and useful integration. By very quickly, I mean maybe a decade of your life, plus or minus a few years depending upon your personal kung-fu.
After that, you will have the clarity to at least KNOW what is the right course of action for you to take without waiting for the TV or the internet or your smart phone to tell you.
For the world to change positively, there will have to be an agreement on human friendly principles and values in accord with Natural understanding, which will take some time to learn again because many of us have cut ourselves off from the voices of Nature.
But Nature is POWERFUL and ALL-FORGIVING to those who sincerely strive to live in TRUTH.
And this is the greatest lesson the Gods have ever taught me.
I wish you well in the practice of it.
Dale of Silvermoon, CO Colony – Patrick Michael Mooney takes a nice long pull of marijuana out of his favorite glass pipe. The marijuana in it is his own, grown and harvested by his own hands during his first year in the Colorado colony. It burns gracefully into a white smoke and ash as the activators of feminine consciousness now swim through his lungs and into his blood like luscious undines out for a good time.
They find that good time in Mooney, the former High School teacher turned world class binaural beat engineer and magical multimedia artist. “Marijuana is my sacrament. It’s every bit as holy to me as the communion of bread and wine is to the Christians and the ripshaw brancoot is to the Yurekis of Outer Mongolia,” Patrick says with the certainty that makes me blush over my lack of awareness as to who the Yurekis actually are.
Sensing my partial bewilderment, Mooney breaks down his own spontaneous koan. “Yurekis are those who believe in what they are told. A sacrament is what someone else says it is. The ripshaw brancoot might as well be the phony war on terror or Ron Jeremy’s penis. Yurekis will swallow it until they gag on it. (You can actually hear the noise recorded all over the internet!) As such, it is best to leave their actions unmolested in faraway regions, such as Outer Mongolia. But if you are Mongolian, then you can adapt the metaphor by substituting New Jersey.”
Before we can get started talking about his latest spell, the wizard felt compelled to finish his expostulation. “Even though Yurekis have it rough in life because of all the lies they swallow to their own detriment, each is born with the power of choice to transform themselves out of the situation they were born into. In this, they are given the abundant love of god, for that is all that is required to become awake in the world. One simply has to choose it.”
Pulling again from his mixed salad of sativa and indica strains, Patrick looks long into my eye with a playful Irish grin causing him to squint with glee. “Spell 49 is about VICTORY, plain and simple. 49 became a special number to me through my work at The Monroe Institute. There, it has the unique meaning of being indicated as a focus level where Bob Monroe and his explorers came into contact with a consciousness known as Mirannon. Focus 49 has a special resonance with another focus level, labelled 18, and I AM that in more ways than one, which is beyond what I can explain to you right now.”
The White Wizard continued. “Mirannon was such a palpable presence that Bob Monroe named the lake he had created on his development after his friend from focus 49. In 2002, when I attended the Institute for the first time and visited the lake, I was grasped in my whole body with a power I had never felt before.”
Mooney says that last part, never feeling something before, is a common and often repeated phrase in the life of a wizard, whose journey is to work with and observe the divine parts of nature that reveal themselves to the aspiring adept and the full fledged master.
“Suddenly,” Patrick picks up the story again, “I was being pulled out to the center of the lake by two very beautiful undines, who knew I could not swim, yet did not pull me under despite the horrors sometimes invested in their reputation. It was an introduction, as if to say, HAVE NO FEAR.”
But Patrick had many fears. He says that when you wake up to realize that most of your education has been a fraud, and that your government is the perpetrator of that fraud, it becomes very hard to find anyone to trust, let alone begin working on what might be a solution to what feels like a very horrid dilemma.
“But that’s precisely what the work of a wizard is called to do. I had to trust that my position among the Yurekis, swallowing choad like the pablum of presidential politics or gyrating on religious postulates, was actually a good thing, created for my benefit.”
One of the benefits Mooney cites is compassion. “When you enter into a conscious KNOWING of your divinity, you see the soil from which you sprang up, and you most certainly can smell the bullshit. It is the fertilizer that compels the awake flower to grow upwards and outwards into its unique singularity of being a sex object to birds, bees and human noses.”
“I became a sex object to the Faery Realms, because my work at Monroe was making my soul smell good!” So good, in fact, that a dangerous synchronicity with a karaoke machine kicked his creative life into overdrive. Instead of filing court briefs with an American judicial system too invested in covering up the 9/11 fraud and its corresponding genocide (not to mention a long list of other sordid behaviors), Patrick followed the calling of The Muses and began his work on the Orphic Mysteries.
“As each spell is cast, my relationship with The Invisible becomes more grounded and integrated into a loving human form. For a time, this form will be a beacon of light as the world transitions out of an age of darkness. In other words, my magic is the annoying guy that turns on the light while you’re watching TV and actually invites you to get up off your ass and live a little bit before your tired mind dies.”
What’s so great about the outdoors? Isn’t that where the chemtrails and the terrorists are? “Yes, but its also where the hot pussy in yoga pants can be found, and you’re only but a moment away from Nature creating a grand spectacle out of pure love for you (not that yoga pants aren’t a grand spectacle in and of themselves!).”
It’s hard not to blush when you’re interviewing Mooney. There’s a playful boy and a sexy man put together in a pleasing package. Or is it that his package is pleasing? He’s giggling as I’m squirming.
“Don’t forget about my woman!” Mooney says of my observations about his sexual energy. “I’ve got as much girl in me as any human sporting a vagina. The Divine is both male and female, otherwise, how could the gods have created both? It goes for women, too, many of whom I have observed as being more masculine than my cock hanging brethren.”
So much of the karaoke wizard’s kosmology seems strange to anyone coming at it from a mainstream, black and white perspective. Mooney claims that Nature will reveal all of these teachings and more, firsthand, to those who have the courage to follow spirit.
“We are on the cusp or a truly unimaginable world. There has been an impressive campaign to hold back the truth from almost every quarter of human society and civilized inquiry. I AM here to say that, while efforts are being maintained to suppress the rise of truth, THEY HAVE ALREADY FAILED. Victory for the human spirit is assured throughout all eternity.”
“That’s why I sang The Rainbow Connection!”
“He descended into Hell. On the Third Day, He rose again, in fulfillment of the Scriptures.”
For many Catholics, and Christians alike, the above passage is a part of the Christ myth that gets very little attention. Perhaps because it is part of a long, monotonous list of beliefs called a Creed, whose droning sound echoes throughout cathedral sound chambers designed to magnify the smallest whisper, and inculcate a state of theta receptivity, that this belief should go unexamined for so long.
Perhaps it is because there was no one there to truly witness what happened.
That would be wrong to state that, though. I, Arthur Danu, AM witness to the events of those three days in Hell. And since we are in the midst of The Apocalypse, I see no better time than now to break the long held wall of silence guarded by the death and skullduggery of Masons who have strayed far away from the True Craft.
Beaten and bruised to a bloody pulp, drained of most of his blood, Jesus grasped hard to regain his composure after crying out that God had abandoned him. He needed to remember, just one more time, WHY he found himself in the gruesome situation at the edge of the Roman Empire and all of Eternity, spit upon by Jews and Gentiles alike, mocked in derision and scorn, dying a socially shameful death between two thieves.
Like a true Master of his Soul, he focused hard and remembered the JOY that made him wealthy. His death was an INITIATION, nothing more. He had known, and seen and WORKED with the INVISIBLE during his entire public ministry, and in the private years of study and courage beforehand, where he learned to risk his life for the PEARL of GREAT PRICE.
His Father was a God of ABUNDANCE. His House was a Room filled with MANY MANSIONS. What is ONE LIFE, to the King who HAS IT ALL? He was NOW that king!
“It is finished!” He said. And so it was!
Light slipped into Darkness. He descended into Hell. Curtains were torn in the Temple and a few Republicans hugged a few Democrats. The print and publishing industry was very excited to have a new holiday to market and produce greeting cards. Parents everywhere groaned at the new expenses these holidays would drain from the family budget. Kids rightfully rejoiced at any excuse to have a holiday from school.
Down in the Darkness of Hell, Jesus waited. He saw a light tunnel off to the distance, with some Grey Aliens pretending to be his family members, inviting him into another round of suffering in the random chance game of karmic craps. Jesus smartly passed. As Christ, he knew there were better offers coming to Him.
A friendly, sensuous hand slipped in front of Jesus and offered him a pomegranate. This fruit of the Dead, given to him by a Queen of The Dead, Persephone Herself, was an offer He was smart enough not to refuse.
Immediately, the pain and the torturous echoes of the maddening death by crucifixion was leaving his Divine awareness. He had managed to hold on to his principle of non-violent loving action in the service of Truth. He had walked his talk. He had cast his spell upon the Earth and it was now forever changed, as it always had been, by LOVE.
Forevermore, the Earth would renew His vision of godly love, because like all visions of godly love, there is a passionate embrace for the living Earth and the sacred feminine that nurtures divine dream into reality,
“Daddy Cool says you can have whatever life you want to live. As many times as you want. They will all be filled with JOY because of what you did in your life as The Christ!” Persephone broke the news with the same joy that takes Her when she makes arrangements for her trip to the Upper World. In human terms, that’s more excitement than getting a refund check of stolen money from the IRS.
A few ideas for fun living immediately manifested in his mind, and he built rooms out for them in his imagination. One of them is about the great Grail King of legend, Arthur Pendragon, now Danu, yours truly.
The other was about an American high school teacher who falls in love with a hot, magical, Faery Queen who just happens to be from Russia. It’s a fun story of how the Second Cold War gets averted just in the nick of time and humanity moves forward into its future with joy instead of terror,
Juiced up by the ecstasy of pomegranate and his now AFFIRMED immortality, Jesus tried out the body of his future life and summoned Satan into his presence.
“Well done, Chief Adversary! That’s quite a convincing spectacle you put on up there in Earth! In earlier times, your challenges were friendlier. Now that you’ve got people believing and worshiping in that one-god nonsense, it tends to get pretty vicious when you get lost in the illusion.”
Satan shifted into the sexy form of Persephone once again, grabbing Jesus by his junk and leading him out to the center of a raging disco dance floor. Rasputin leaped out from the shadows, smelling the scent of sex rising from the loins of nymphs and satyrs alike.
Christ just died! Party time!
Christ is Rising…and he’s packing heat! Party time!
Christ will most certainly cum again! Party Time!
With Rasputin’s vodka-laced invocation complete, the funky strains of Boney M blared and shook the halls of Pluto’s Disco Inferno! He would be extremely jealous of anyone else trying to grab the ass of his semi-annual lover, but watching Persephone being sandwiched between Rasputin and Jesus was a sight that other immortals would be hard pressed to believe.
Dancing in Joy and Truth, Christ Jesus literally burned away the sins of the world and set his heart to peace. It took three days because each day is danced with one of his different sisters. When Joy is reached, Anubis measures the heart against the evidence of the Past, Present and Future.
Being lighter than a feather, He ascended into Heaven, though that’s an odd name to call Jersey City. Glastonbury at least sounded like it was in a high rent district.
Those two lives and more, our resurrected Christ did explore!
Want to know more? For Sure?
Knock on the only Door.
The one that says “Truth”.
Open it with Trust.
Dale of Silvermoon, CO Colony – Karaoke Cover™ King, Arthur Danu just released his latest musical contribution to A Decade of Love (2012-2022) today. Spell 47 was cast in honor of the excellent work done so far by one of his Faery Spirit guides, The Pookah. Here’s what Arthur had to say on the release of his music video:
“My destiny as Arthur Danu in this life is to empower the flowering of truth by nurturing environments of JOY within the Self and the surrounding, natural landscapes of The Great Mother. My way of doing this will be varied, mystical and wonderful. The Pookah is teaching me so much about spontaneous playfulness and it’s great power to disarm fear and hatred. I think this is a wonderful lesson for all of us to ponder at this seminal Summer of Change.
Surrounded now by many varieties of hares and rabbits, I am having thoughts of abundance and horny playfulness. I enjoy my body in my mid-forties much more than I did when I was supposed to be in “my prime”, back in my studly twenties. I had a lot of fun back then, make no mistake about it, but there was a part of me that was always fighting inside of myself. I didn’t feel worthy of the goodness Life offered to me then; the cultural conditioning had done its job effectively, at least for a little while.
But like fucking rabbits, the gods spawn multiple opportunities for us to “clean up our acts”, which though it sounds boring and sacrificial, actually winds up increasing one’s capacity for joy, ease and abundance; as well as lessening the necessity for striving so arduously against time and seasoning.
I believe in humankind and I believe in Love. The two ARE NOT INSEPARABLE. You have been told that God is LOVE. Now add HUMAN into that equation, for it is MAN who created the WORD, and the Word is God. God, therefore, must SERVE MAN. Even in the plural multiplicity of the great singularity, you can say correctly that The Gods must serve humankind.
If you follow the White Rabbit into this reality tunnel long enough, you will come out the other side to the great Paradise of your longing. But never get too comfortable anywhere. The ticking of TIME will drive you madly from one room to the next, unless you wake up and create an adventure where TIME has to catch up with YOU!”
Dale of Silvermoon, CO Colony – A young friend of mine recently crossed the important threshold of his 21st birthday. I remember what that day and those moments felt like to me, just a tad more than half my life ago.
For me, it was the knowledge and the feeling that I did not have to answer to anybody, anymore, about anything. I was, in the theory of functioning society, the commander of my own ship.
In reality, I was already in the grips of deep servitude to student loan debt (though not as deeply as today’s outrageous and scandalous numbers report). My government was already claiming unjust and illegal ownership of my paltry earnings, and I was ignorant enough to happily give them their share of it. I had managed to stay free from the entanglements of love, yet was open to being snared at any moment if the right pair of legs walked along with a friendly enough smile and a catching sparkle to her eye. More so, I was a prisoner to the jaded human conventions of sex and sexuality, god and religion, Democrook and Republicon, Yankees and Mets. Ultimately, I was deeply asleep, tucked away in the dream of American fascism that slowly unfolded into an American nightmare.
But despite the world’s many attempts to disenfranchise me from the power of my own choice to make something out of this life, I managed to free myself from the dangerous illusions that were holding me back from true happiness. To anyone feeling happy for the simple fact that you have aged to the point where you are now considered a legal adult, enjoy the moment. But if you want to multiply that feeling many times over, and also discover that there is a universe of potentials for living that are not filled with insurmountable debt and a bleak future where everything is not tainted with the intent and effects of genocide, then; as soon as you are able, come to embrace the three following gifts that the Gods in their divine wisdom have stewarded safely to you down through the Ages.
A Love for the Truth. First and foremost, the Truth inside of YOU is what you are called to steward. By the time you have reached the adult age, your integrity has been most likely severely compromised, especially if you spent any time collecting degrees after high school, and even more especially anyone educated after the Kennedy assassination and 9/11, where Bush Crime Family money buys the facts that a “single bullet” hit several passengers in the President’s motorcade from many obtuse angles and that “burning jet fuel”, imbued with Islamic black magic from the wizardry of Osama Bin Laden, broke all the rules of physics by bringing down three steel framed skyscrapers in one day, in symmetrical fashion nonetheless.
Science is not science anymore, but a political priesthood instead. They are seeking the power of the Inquisition and it may not be too long before the world foolishly grants it to them. In many instances and places, they already have.
The Gods have set the highest price on truth and glories, so that when we attain them, we feel richly rewarded for our achievements and discoveries. Furthermore, what we gain will also have the added joy of being in the service of our fellow human family. All other attainments, no matter how richly adorned or famed will feel hollow and turn to dust when the illusion of their integrity wears off.
Be wise at a young age and learn to trust your feelings. While the truth can be frightening when it is revealed, it is also extremely liberating, and has a lighter feeling than the heaviness of lies and illusion. This is why the state of TRUTHFULNESS is called enlightenment. When your Soul is free enough to fly among the Stars and the Gods at will, welcome in any quadrant of the Galaxy or mighty hall of Asgard, you may say that you are light enough to know the truth of the Love Divine.
If you set your heart on this and surrender it not, this treasure of all treasures will be yours. If you surrender it for a kindly illusion along the way, be grateful for that, and know you have another life waiting for you to continue onwards toward whatever is ultimate for you!
Everything else is secondary to the injunction above. What will foster that growth and discovery faster and more amazingly than any human teacher is the cultivation of a genuine Love for Nature. Seek out Her wisdom in walks, soak in the healings from Her waters, acquire knowledge through the practice of growing something with loving care.
On the road to your truth, you will often feel alone. Cultivating a love for Nature can practically guarantee that you never feel this way. See the Moon as you would see your own ass. Love the Sun the way you love your genitals. Gaze out among the Stars and see the legions of your adoring friends and family! Their messages will come to you as visits from the animals, and your heart will know a romance that cannot be found in human relations alone, for all romances have their origin in the Earth. They are the echoes of love songs left by divinity consorting with itself endlessly.
Filled up with this kind of love, you will be a great lover of people, too. Many return to nature seeking to escape the human condition, forgetting that “human” is natural, too. Once reminded, you can bring that knowledge anywhere and everywhere, and begin to consciously heal that in society which ails you.
Lastly, the two loves above in their transformative partnership will find many frictions soothed, eased and released with a
Love for The Invisible. There will always be MORE to life than what any of us, individually or collectively, can say about it. Things are constantly in a state of unfolding, or to say it as the Ancients would; the Sisters are constantly weaving.
Since some part of the Invisible is INSIDE YOU… yes?
If you are unsure, ask yourself whether there is a place inside of you or something that is hidden about you from all others, or; even if it can be seen, can’t be pointed to? If the answer is “yes”, congratulate yourself on having some self-awareness!
Continuing. Since the Invisible is inside you, that means you have access, at any moment, to things that are unknown, and possibly thought of as impossible. Some people call this the imagination. Many try to pretend it doesn’t exist, disregard it as a genetic malfunction, or denigrate it’s power through fearful and ignorant superstitions and practices. Nevertheless, it remains inextinguishable and inexhaustible, just like everything else in Nature.
Yes. We see the passing of years and the dying of things. But don’t we also see constant renewal and opportunity within each new dawn, each new thought, or even each new breath?
How long has this been going on for? Who can tell? Humans are billions of years old. Anomalous artifacts long predating anything our history says is possible have been found on this Earth. These are the remnants of imaginations long ago. Are they returning to us now?
One little desire to wish my friend a happy birthday turned into a musical magical spell that I call Sweet Earth of Mine, which is a slight change to Neil Diamond’s original Sweet Caroline. That video turned into such a joyful creative experience for me that I had many great insights about my own story of divine development in this life., which prompted this beautiful narrative that you’re reading.
One of my artistic friends in this life said that my singing persona, like my spirit, was very reminiscent of Neil Diamond. He meant it as a jibe, associating Neil’s music with a schmaltzy sentimentality that just isn’t out there in the real, everyday experience of people. But I took the comparison as a compliment.
Neil Diamond’s music is undeniably entertaining. Besides songs sung from his own incredible voice, he has penned smash hits for many other acts as well, too many for me to name here. The feeling his music engenders strikes rich tones in the emotional palette of my human experience. It’s great to be in a crowd when they get taken over by one of his songs, as almost every sports or college bar knows with Sweet Caroline blaring as beer is spilled everywhere.
I thought putting those great feelings into a prayer of gratitude for Mother Earth would be the best way to revivify a simple, noble and true song. From the bottom of my heart, please enjoy this latest spell in a Decade of Love (2012-2022).
The days I am living now are the best of my life. I surrender my humanity to Nature’s divine plan!
Oksana Zielinski is my wife. She is also one incredible shaman. I AM the happy, enlightened, creative and successful person I am today because of her supportive love AND her skills as a highly disciplined, practiced and gifted shaman. Like Reiki Masters, I have met many on the wide and wyrd road who claim to be shamans, simply because they attended a few weekend workshops and paid a lot of money for a nice certificate to hang on the wall. This is not the case with Oksana.
Enjoy this brief but informative interview with this Empress of the Soul who knows how to articulate the masculine/feminine aspects that each of us carries within our psyches, as well as how to cultivate a fruitfully empowering relationship with the Invisible, Intelligent side of Natural Reality. What you will discover is that the Universe is gifting you with your own opportunity for transformation. Will you take it now?
It is always a joy for me to put my creative talents in the service of Oksana and others who share a similar integrity and love for the Earth and all its peoples. Look for more stimulating, entertaining and informative productions in the future from WYRD TV.
The Unlearning Channel is pleased to announce the addition of a new video to the site! An Interview with Patrick Michael Mooney, recorded in 2003, is the seminal broadcast of a truth and magic operation that began in earnest over a decade ago, right here at www.unlearning.org. For those of you who are new to this website, this video will give you an opportunity to see a younger Patrick Mooney on the verge of the most transformational period of his life.
It took me 11 years to write the Book of Danu (Volume I), working an intense magic of transformation to where I have reached the point in my Soul that I am able to find gratitude for the false-flag terror attacks of 9/11/01, and even all the fascism and genocide that has followed. In fact, it may be the greatest thing that ever happened to me, and this world, by the time I am done working my spells.
There are many wonderful qualities to this song. I find it works me over when I try to sing it. Don Henley, who wrote the song a few decades ago, said it took him twenty years to finish. Sometimes it takes that long for the WYRD Sisters to weave something beautiful out of the choices we’ve made. We can frustrate the process by showing a lack of trust in The INVISIBLE, and really miss what could be an excellent opportunity to practice self-love on a deeply healing level.
When we take the chance to love ourselves unconditionally, finding ourselves WORTHY of the BEST that life has to offer; only then do we begin to actually raise ourselves up to the standards of our divine dream. It is then that we see that FORGIVENESS will be the mortar to most every brick we lay on the road to that moment.
Spell 36 of the Decade of Love marks a moment in my own journey of great spiritual clarity when forgiveness filled the mold of my bare and broken life like poured concrete. The emptiness and desolation of my Soul’s wanderings in the lands of human fascism and reasoned insanity had crushed all element of personal will into an agonizing march of despair and surrender.
In those moments before my epic transfiguration into the Realms of the Faery, regally welcomed as any entrant into Avalon ever was, I felt the crushing weight of my people’s poverty. In Ireland, there is so much national, historical, ancestral, and magical beauty that SIDHE and Her Peoples should be living as all royalty do, yet Ireland is a land of suicides and rebels with no will for bloodshed and yet no desire to surrender to a greater slavery to even more foreign powers.
As oppressed as many Americans are beginning to feel these days, Ireland has known a deeper scar, and for a far longer time, She has borne it, too. I was slowly dying amongst all the empty stares in the eyes of my people, when I was looking for some spark to continue living, hoping to find it in my roots…wondering what that even meant. Will Ireland ever be able to welcome her children home with the open arms of joy? Walking on her lands for the first time in my life, I understood the DESPERATION of the American Dream for them.
How sad that the dream is truly a nightmare! Irish in America, good natured though we may be, are very easily corruptible, especially when hooked by the drink. Of all the choices that have saved my life and delivered me unto my highest glories, the decision to avoid alcoholic drinks as a form of recreational enjoyment may have been the most wise. I should have followed the fate of my twin brother, who committed suicide, if it had been otherwise.
But in Ireland, and other great places all over this Earth, there is DANU, the great MOTHER who knows a redeeming love that can transform this entire world…if we would only turn to Her with a sincere and open heart.
Look at us! We play as children! Using technology to destroy and control instead of building for human happiness and joy. Charging for water? For talking to each other? For traveling all over my back? For feeding my children? You call yourselves reasonable? You are children, chasing vanities while so many go starving and cold. I have given you all plenty, and to spare! Yet you can not find the way to share? Tell me…WHY SHOULD I CARE?
Oh, how this Goddess speaks to me…to say to my humanity…won’t you take responsibility? Will you not make the choice, speak out loud with your voice, and know that I AM there?
I knew SHE was there…in Ireland. And when SHE came to me, after wedding majesty of SIDHE in ancient Newgrange, to the place that humans call Killarney…all despair about everything washed away in a glorious instant. The emptiness I had felt in my Soul, walking as a gaunt knight…Parsifal, trudging and gasping in that last waning moment of life before The Grail is found. I went from wasted to RESTORED, in an instant!!!
I and the land are one again.
The second great choice that contributed to my coronation, was the decision to not engage in acts of physical violence for the achievement of my aims. When I ruled as Arthur, Earth was still very fractured from the cataclysms that had shaken the worlds of old. A bent force that had gown in power since then was determined to wipe out all forms of worship that connected human beings to a loving relationship with this planet, which is conscious, and actually a part of your physical self. Swords seemed necessary in those times to achieve the establishment of Camelot and its principles, but in this life, the power of The Grail is to be poured out over all creation, which can only bring healing and remembrance.
Those bent ones did not succeed in completely separating our connection and they will not succeed now, regardless of what your assessment of appearances are today. Camelot was created to be the stuff of future memory. Now is the time for its RECOLLECTION!
And now, I am remembering, and writing, and forgiving as I go. For the wealth of this new world that is right now before you is infinite. To see it, you’ve got to stop dividing and separating yourselves from the rest of us…IN YOUR MIND. My Irish-ness, is nowhere near as important as my HUMANITY. My Humanity, which is my gift to myself, is not all of WHO I AM. That noble one calls me to Her, as Lover, as Brother, As Sister, as Kin, as Husband, and Wife and country.
There is only one voice. We all spoke from one tongue before. Let the first word of this remembered language be FORGIVENESS.