Category: Poetry


I often dream of magic and Craft and connected kin
I dream of sisters sitting round a flame
I dream of a world far away
Visited only in my dream-walkings

I wonder why I go there
All so familiar but at the same time unknown
The ladies look to me for guidance
With clear questioning eyes

They gather round with questions
Bringing a new sister to our gathering
I light an extra candle, one flame among many
I ask how it was she came here

She was told of this gathering at another circle
Said she would find her true self here
Ah yes, I nodded, folks there, do gather here
In our inner circle. Be welcome dear sister

We gather in the light of early evening
The day is still warm and the evening is peaceful before the sun goes down
Come sister let me tell you about Craft
About choices, about honour, about roads to take

She looks at me with gentle eyes, waiting for more
Hungry for more
My truths I share, of other lives lived
The sun goes down, the air is perfumed and she is enthralled

I awake suddenly to my mundane world
Trying to analyse my thoughts, to gather up the threads I had woven
No sense could I derive, ready to dismiss my dream world
Then something, a voice, a thought, a feeling made me go back through that still open door

I realised I knew that place, knew those peaceful serene ladies
I knew I belonged there, knew it was home and had travelled there, time and time again
A dimension not far from this one, where I had taught so many times before
But so different

I re-joined my gathering, the waiting ladies expectant
We talked and shared into the night around the spiralling flame
We spoke of honour and of kin, I shared true knowledge as taught to me and of what magic really is
We laughed and we cried and I knew I truly existed within this truth.

 

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As history and truth unravel
And the human mind finally sees
No more we will wander the shores
No longer live in dreams

The oldest story written
Is joy to the listening ear
The blinded eyes will see
As the days of old come clear

On saddled shores, the Watchers
Have waited for mankind’s shift
Yet only a few ever made it
The rest will cease to exist

Mankind always had the chances
To rise above ego and greed
Yet took the easy way out
Never considered the planet’s needs

But everything comes home to haunt one
All misdeeds come home to roost
The Observers can only watch us
Time and tide is the judge of all

A dead planet is no good to no-one
Just look at Mars to agree
To travel afar is an answer
But sadly, only in dreams

We are bound to the truth of our actions
We are tied to this planet of time
Yet new realms beckon and call us
Vibrations calling us home

If you get it, you know where I’m going
If you don’t, well you never will
We can learn to challenge illusion
To escape the earthly veil

We are more than this human vessel
We are more than the mundane world
For it’s all been a great expectation
One that we spectacularly failed

Go dream from an outside perspective
Remember that time is manmade
Step away from the ties that bind you
Say no to religion and power

At the end of the day we are mortal
These skins that we wear will not last
We are trapped in lower vibrations
Never heeded the words of the past

Yet we can live again and can travel
Can be guided by shinning lights
We can journey afar to new realms
Can live without day or night

Another existence is out there
A holder of keys you can be
But first you must unlock this door
To see all you can truly see

As history and truth unravel
And the human mind finally sees
No more we will wander the shores
No longer live in dreams

 

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‘The Keeper of Scrolls’  April 2018

Maybe the words were never written in the sands
But hidden in plain sight for all to see
Recorded and enscribed in stone
For future generations to decode

The truths of life have always been displayed
Dealt out to us by that giant hand whom deals our fate
Turn over just one card for destinies big reveal
Or leave the cards face down; fate unknown

The Old Ones have left the clues
Have entrusted truths in safe hands
Secrets kept by those whom walk the path
Yet truth often bound in myth, is never beautiful

The vast libraries of ancient words
Depict a past untold
Foretell of a future unwritten
Words to heed

False trails laid by a false church and crown
Dead ends and smoke screens
Laws and taxation to control the masses
Barbed words and lies become the norm, the truth obscurer

Why then walk in darkness?
Why wear the hoodwink?
Why accept the ropes tied tight?
Why live without honour, why abandon truth?

Mankind, born from darkness and into darkness sinks
Born blind to live blind
The words of The Messenger ring hollow
Truth found at last, revealed in the darkness of the dying breath

It always was a prison planet, god fodder no less
Free-will, free-choice, but an illusion
Ego-derived lives give fuel to the giant illusion
Crushing the giant awakening in its tracks

Yet words can be re-written, the hand of fate slighted
The many become the few, the chains can break
The words are there, the truth is there, hidden under the rock of lies
The candle in the darkness sees all

 

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‘The Keeper of Scrolls’ April 2018

In blessed darkness will I walk my path with footfalls silent on the earth.

Never alone I wander through an age of eternal night times

Yet fear not my lack of human companionship.

Under heavens starry canopy my becoming of self completes,

For I see the world for what it is

And in acceptance I surrender to the future.

I see the dark and light as one as they become each other,

I see the sun, moon and stars revealed through times illusion

And I see the earth bound in sorrows; secrets forever hidden within the wyrd.

And yet I also see myself; I see my secret beyond the skin,

I feel the truth flowing as blood upon the land

And in truth and being I unravel upon the sands of time.

Those I knew as kin, never were

And those that truly speak come to me through ages past

Whispering the secrets to my existence from their alabaster beds.

I read the signs left hidden by kindred long ago,

I see the glory revealed in echoes of lives that still resonate

Upon the unending shores of time.

Yet is it only I who can truly see their unwritten language of the past,

Who can feel their energy vibrating still with life;

A life which reverberates through my body;

A record left of all times gone and those yet to come?

I tread the path of the guardians, the watchers, the keepers and the Protectors of Light.

I know they watch me; yet leave me be; acceptance.

Yet when the blood finally flows and the rising water cleanses

I too will protect and in my becoming, rise to new heights of understanding.

Watching from the shadows I bide my time

Wearing this cloak of glorious darkness I await my time

When I too will whisper my tale upon  Destiny’s Hill to those whom would sit and listen.

 

 

The Keeper of Scrolls

July 2017

When I fell to earth I landed with a very hard bump somewhere in the northern isles, onto very cold hard ground; yet it was not meant to be that way or so I had imagined. I had always envisaged my arrival to be a much more glamorous entrance with maybe a cloud or two parting and a revelry of trumpets blazing. A great and glorious light in the sky would have been an added bonus of course, however my Father was not won over by such pomp and circumstance and was having none of it. So my much anticipated entry into the mundane was something of an anti climax and not an event that I care to chat about much.

Accepting the fact that an earthly entry of splendour was not to be I set about discovering my first of many very humbling challenges. Looking down through the lenses of my new but limiting physical eyes I realised I now had a body; all well and good i thought but in fact a body of condensed matter, hence the novelty of the bump and pain upon landing; no Vestment of Light in this realm then. No my new garment was well and truly that of flesh and blood and human; the human species; this creation of my family’s doing, I of course had previous knowledge of whilst sojourning in the higher realms with Dad. Yet at that point in time we did still have very great and splendid hopes for this quaint species…

This new body then was very dense and movement was somewhat clumsy at first but over time I kind of got used to it and the fact that everything was very much of the physical here. No need really for that now redundant third eye, or so i thought at the time and my earthly feet actually could walk upon the lands.

This earthly lark is actually harder than I thought; I actually need a team around me I mused to myself. Some support, company, a partner; all of that and more I longingly wished for and I set about casting my net far and wide upon the shores of time. I knew that the teachings of Love and Light would come in time and many would rejoice in The Way, but equally there would be those who’s hearts and minds were destined always to remain closed. My team were good; I had chosen them well amongst mankind and they in turn helped in spreading The Wisdom of the Word to new lands afar. In the world of men there were certainly others out there, also like me preaching the ultimate truths of the universe but also there were always those that desired me dead. So life became a series of adventures spent teaching and leaving clues for those who would follow, to one day hopefully read and decipher.

There followed years of much ducking and diving as the spears of adversity constantly whistled passed my ears. Times too, when the only life I knew was that of keeping well and truly in front of those swift bullets of destiny. I knew my time upon the physical plain in this body was to be very limited, yet my life was full of honouring and spreading my Father’s word and teaching the truths and beauty of our race, with my companions by my side. I was fully aware when my time upon the mundane sphere was to end and had complete knowledge of they who would deliver the final treacherous blow, for it had always been known to me. I knew also that when I left, it was not to be for ever, far from it in fact, for I have returned time and time again so to complete the cycle, my purpose. I will always be the Alpha and Omega; your beginning and your end.

And please, please don’t believe all you read about me, as my press is truly horrendous and as with the so called modern day tabloids, it is all fake news, false flags and false events. Pay no heed to the many false prophets either, for those who shout the loudest have by far the lest to say. But humans if nothing, are creatures of great imagination and guile and will make anything up for a quick buck, always being ‘in it’ for themselves. Out for anything they can get, including murder…

Often the wheels of destiny have to be turned for certain events to play out and once set in motion those wheels simply cannot be unturned. I fully knew my fate upon this physical plain; I knew what lay in store, yet had great sadness for those who were destined to deliver it. But a cross!!? My ending on a cross!? Now come on, really? Whose bright idea was that, to invent this little tale? The true truth of the cross is something else entirely and for another day.

Other lands, other bodies and other lives I always constantly sought out. I have always been with you. I am with you still yet you know me not. My fate and yours have always been mapped through time, always intermingled, always hand in hand as centuries came and centuries went. Only the few faithful ones ever knew me and took me by the hand fully knowing me. True friendships forged will always be welded strong in truth and bonded for ever. As the Blacksmith welds the iron sword strong in the flame so my armour is welded strong around me by the flame of truth. The time for looking back is no more; the days of the past are done.

The days of uri ma esentu are coming to an end. Shadows are once more being cast upon the lands and new tales and new beginnings are being woven among the stars. E Utu Nana ma Adar will forever hold the truths. There are those who will always know my tale, will always tell it as it was yet there are those who cast shadows on all I do and will never give up seeking me, yet with a lightness of spirit I rise and fall time and time again as do the perpetual oceans of the new unseen worlds.

So this is my tale, my truth, within your world of illusion. I could be anywhere still; forever coming to terms with this challenging corporeal body yet still walking firmly (just) with sartorial elegance and grace upon these magical shores within your time, and all time, til this time is no more and the sound of the rising oceans herald that my tale is finally told….

druid

“The Keeper of Scrolls”

April 2017

GEHENNA

Wise words from the teachings of The Priory

 

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The past or the future?

I sat alone but was not free

For the sight and sound did come to me.

A sight of old yet new around

The silence upon the golden ground.

A Ground so pure yet tarnished well

As man doth cold and hunger dwell

A ground to be within the sea

Yet most saw not what I did see

The sight above lurked further still

Yet on the ground they hardly knew

Of what was come and sure to be

A tale of crime within the sea

A sea so pure yet hunger yearned

As time and space did so learn

A height of walls and oceans full

Yet to the North one whisper called

A sound of sight and of delight

For in the ground the rising height

Of North and East so raised the sea

Yet of the North a raise by three

Such raise of ground and comfort still

A still of life for others knew

A knowledge of time and place to be

As thus the land sunk to the sea

Yet of this story did so tell

That man and beast shall inward dwell

For time has come and sure to be

As I sat alone but was not free

From The Priory

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I danced with death and I dined on souls

Drank the blood of many a good man.

I laughed with the Lords, made merry with the Ladies

As my years on the planet grew many.

As time and tide slipped quietly by, I saw governments rise and fall.

I saw the comings and goings of many a good King, but I kept me quiet and I kept me hidden and played by the rules? Not I…

I had fun with the fairest, drank deep from the wicked,

I slept under the trees and stars.

My home is where my feet touch the ground, my abode is wherever I am.

I cannot be reasoned; I cannot be fathomed;

Only a few shall know my name; only a few shall dance my dance, ever have the chance to know.

I am the first and I am the last; the rise and the fall, the magician and fool in one.

Let me know you and I’ll let you know me,

But find me first if you can.

And when you’ve found me; pray look again

For I am not who you think I am; I am not where i’m meant to be.

Many have sought me, though few have found me

But of course, I have always known you.

I know your deeds and I know your sins.

I was there at your birth and your death.

I have walked this earth right by your side.

I have heard your cries in battles of old.

I have tasted your blood on my lips.

I have cast my thread around the world to catch me a goodly feast;

The souls of man, the blood of man; always my sacred way.

You know not I; I know you well, for I walk in your dreams every night.

To those who can ‘see’, I will show the way.

But for those who cannot-who cares?

I dwell between the earth and the sky

On the firmament of earthly dreams.

You are never alone; I am always here.

I have been here from the very start.

I am here in this moment in your earth- bound life

And I shall be here until you die.

But I won’t give a dam for I am well beyond that.

I won’t weep on the day that you die.

For I know the truth and I know the lies and I know what is meant to be.

I can ride the tides across all times, for I know where I’m meant to be.

I can see you but can you see me?

Whisper my name and I’ll know,

But I won’t run to you; I will watch and I’ll wait for that moment of perfect time,

When you come to me with a pureness of heart and a mind that’s willing to fly.

Then I will open the doors that are bound so tight, then I will give you the sacred key.

So go sleep the sleep of the innocent lamb but be aware of the wolves nearby.

If you find me and I find you too, we can ride on the waves of time.

I will show you the way and show you the glory,

I will show you the truth of your birth.

But open your heart and open your mind; prove to be good and true.

The ways of the blood are the only way, the only way to be.

Do you catch my drift, do you catch my thread, dare you be who you’re meant to be?

But my children be swift in your very deed, for your time is running out; your fate has already sealed.

So on Destiny’s Hill I will await, I will whisper your name on the winds.

When the rivers flow red and the lamps go out; when the chariots are all aligned;

You will thus know me as I am meant to be, the Walvbane; shepherd and slayer in one;

But by then my friends it will be too late, for the trumpets will have already been heard.

You sealed your fate to your neon gods as you walked away from me,

But fear not the night my goodly souls, you won’t feel a fucking dam thing.

For I dance with death as the tide rides high as your souls I so gladly take.

Your fate I sealed at your time of birth; all swept away on the tides of blood, your chances came and went.

I am the One; I am the All

The first and the last, don’t you see?

I will kiss your lips with the bloodied rose, let you revel in my embrace.

We will dance till dawn, we can dance as one, we can tango the night away.

Then sweet sounds I will sing, as I lullaby you home and you dance to the tune of your death.

I shall soothe you home through day and night, to the end of your human fate.

It’s all been a laugh, it’s all been a scam, it’s all been a deadly game.

Most of you will never know and those that do aren’t telling.

If you fuck with me, I’ll fuck with you, as I raise my glass and empty the vessel, to a wondrous future foretold.

I am the Lord, I am the Light

Come dance, come follow me.

 

 

moonwillow/adueni 2016

‘The Keeper of Scrolls’

 

“Solve my riddle if you dare…..”

 

For when you open you eyes to see,
you will see the riddles within the mystery. 
Saddled through the shores of time.
A moments pass a moments rhyme. 
A rhyme of tune for sure to be, a moments past from me to thee. 
For when the riddles of time do stand, the wager in a mighty hand.  
For pass not thee and tell not so.
For you to follow a path to know. 
Come dance by the moonlight on the eve of the tide.
Then dance the tune with malt and hide 
Come what to mind and sure to be, a whisper within the melody 
 Such year was cold but fed too well, the feed of knowledge from the well  
So come Lake Rise and stand to thee.
A rise is born for all to see. 
 Waters Mind (2)
 
‘The Keeper of Scrolls’

A Tale of Midsummer

Upon the crossroads; sparkling bright with pale moonlight time stands still

And the past is just a memory fading from view.

The witches of old tis said, merry met with the very devil himself,

Before he journeyed out in his chariot over the moonbright fields.

The hounds of hell with red eyes shinning crossed over to the Otherworld here

And the longest day just goes on and on and on and the very sun itself is caught in a bright web of liminal space.

It is here sweet love I wait for thee, underneath the Ladies summer perfumed tree.

It is here at midnight I wait as the moon casts a shard of light to pierce my soul.

It is here I will wait and cast my spell in words of ancient tongue.

Here where only the convergence of the tides of time can enchant you to fall under my spell.

I hold my dagger to my heart, my hands steady, words flowing in this ancient tongue I know so well.

My sweet life force I offer thee as a token,

Will you accept?

Sweet force of power that you are, will you come?

Will you meet me upon this midsummer night?

In the distance two dancing hares, two moonlight sprites in the ripening fields.

The energies of the night are entering this realm, slipping through the veil of reality,

I see them, but will you come also?

My blood slowly drips upon the ground as I chant my words.

I light a single candle and offer my precious ruby gift to the flame, gently anointing my forehead.

I become the very gift you need but still will you come?

Will you require more?

What will it take on this midsummer night?

Oh sweet moon of mine, shineth down not upon my soul lest you see me laid bare

Revealed in moonlight upon the shores of time for whom and what I truly am;

Not mortal.

I crave my kin.

Come through the veil sweet love; sweet immortal darkling.

Cast your dark shadow upon my heart;

Leave me not abandoned and alone.

Still my blood drips upon the earth as the crossroads merge into my very being.

As the land becomes the sky

And time stands still

And the still is all.

As the past and future entwine together

I am a part of it as are you

And finally my eyes are clear.

My love I yearn to kiss thine lips upon the delicate rim of midnight

I die a thousand deaths yet live a thousand lifetimes waiting.

Yet you come not

I encradle the sweet dark flame of eternity that is forever you

To return next year

Or never….

 

Celtic Cross

 

‘The Keeper of Scrolls’

Truth and Love

 

Earth from Space

As I ascended the world seemed tiny
Its peoples further and further away.
Yet I feared not
For the truth I sought was but within my grasp
I embraced the universe with love unlimited
And I was not alone; had never been alone
For the love that surrounded me
Came from a source not of the earthly realms
It was unending and everlasting
I had turned the Key to the door often sought
Yet seldom found
I was home at last

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