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POEM: THE SERPENT PATH

The Serpent Path

“I found some old notes going back many years to a time when i was seeking my path, a path i always knew to be there. Over the years i have made many notes and had the thought of making these little notes and thoughts into poems. Here is the first one that is of my very personal journey into Craft, with some up to dates thoughts added too….”

The wheel turns and new times arrive through the gates of destiny.

Old doors clang irreparably shut.

New doors creek and slowly open.

What once was, now no longer is.

What is now, is never to be.

Within the chaos ahead a path intertwined with mine.

A desire.

A change, then never no more.

I dreamed of chaos.

I stood in that labyrinth, that physical labyrinth at midnight and screamed for change in my mundane life.

For deep dark chaos.

A yearning to be taken to the centre, to the darkness, to the desire.

To see what others do not.

To see the hidden.

My hidden was always there in plain sight.

My potions, my healing herbs, my culinarys sitting there on my kitchen shelf side by side with my hexing’s and poisons.

That old, ragged charm over the door, or the worn pouch hung on the tree near the gate. Did you not notice?

Kitchen canisters full of, well not food….

Yet within my healings and spells, a dream of a different future yet untold, took shape.

A shadow, a flickering, a whisper of a way.

A serpent uncoiling.

I was bound to the wrong path, by the false words, the fake hierarchies and the false knowledge.

I knew this.

I desired a way out; I desired truth however dark, that resonated on my soul.

An ancient path that came from before the dawn of human time.

I wanted that which comes from deep within, that which can bind with the without to achieve that perfect balance of dark and light, night and day.

I wanted connection to that deep well of inspiration, that deep dark place within my soul, that source that binds us all not to the Wyrd, but to the complete unknown.

I wanted to stand on the edge of human reality and stir that deep cauldron of truth.

Would i find my place with the energy we know of as the goddess, or would the energy find me?

Would he whom weilded the flaming sword push me and show me the way?

Little did i know at that time, that i had already been found by that force, that energy that was the driving force of all i would come to be.

I wanted to break all the human-set rules, become a part of a soul defining truth that I knew existed. But first I had to know the rules, learn the rules before I could even consider breaking them.

Down, down, down into the dark I journeyed, into the unknown, surrendering, letting go of all I knew.

A solitary journey.

Familiar faces came and went, as I turned away from false priests and prophets.  Yet I surrendered every corner of my life in love and trust and to the deep yearning of my soul.

I saw humanity revealed in a blink of an eye, a creation that knows not its purpose, a carbon footprint echoing briefly upon the shores of time.

I heard the wind whisper long and low and the waves wash over the saddled shores of time at sunset to erase all footprints with just one swift touch.

I felt the serpent awaken.

I waited then and only then for humanity to realise the truth.

The truth I had longed for, searched for and desired.

Deep down, the ‘trait’ within me always knew.

For I was never blind.

I saw the spread, the feast.

The blood on the table laid out before my eyes.

The food of the G-ds.

A painful vision, once seen, never unseen.

I was careful in what I wished for.

In that which I so desired.

Sure and strong and unbending.

I found the chaos, the deep dark chaos.

I found and fought the dragon.

I saw the illusion,

As Mary did.

Both Serpent and Moon at my feet

Dragon and illusion

At last falling into place…

 

“The Keeper of Scrolls”

aka ‘moon.willow@ntlworld.com’

April 12th 2023

 

LONG FORGOTTEN KNOWLEDGE….

Maybe there was a time, long long ago when vampires and dragons really did walk the earth.
Not the kinds from Holywood movies but the kinds that possesed a human form, unbeknown, or lived amongst us as any beast would.
Maybe there was a time long long ago that the peoples knew this and lived with this knowledge.
Knowledge now lost for all time.
Maybe there was a time long long ago when knowledge itself was different from today, and what was known then, is now no longer known.
Creatures and ways not of our understanding flourished amongst us.
Maybe there was this time long long ago, before the modern world, a time now wiped from our history books, for fear of what modern humanity would make of it.
Maybe part of that world still survives.
Hidden.
Maybe there was a time long long ago when the Old Ways were the only ways and folks respected that and were ok with it.
Embraced it.
I often return to those times in my dreams, in my night journeys, becoming one of them, following my blood tides and blood ties.
It is all there, in Time, like pages in a book.
Just as it ever was.
Open yet hidden from most.
Slip through.
Shapeshift into a reality that awaits the traveler.
What was, can be again.
Past and future are all one.
Times peeling bell forever rings me home
As I slip into that magical void between the earthly years.
Embracing whatever comes my way.
Respecting the hidden ways of old, the lessons given.
For long long ago is also yet to be
And what once was, is now simply hidden within realities placed outside of human consciousness…
‘The Keeper of Scrolls’
1st December 2021
<moon.willow@ntlworld.com>

 

 

 

 

The sun and the moon

Sit side by side
Within human eyesight
In a clear blue sky.
They tell a tale
Not often told
Of a land of plenty
In a time of old.
They weave a tale
So very bold
Of another time or maybe not.
When things we knew
Are now forgot.
For nothing now is as it seems
And humans are sleeping
In a perpetual dream.
A dream they love
And live and die in
To awaken not
For fear of crying.
So start with the stars,
The moon and the sun.
Then planets like Mars
Being not which they seem.
Or sleep soundly still
In that deep dream of dreams.
When all is said it matters not,
The experience, the experiment
Was a human’s lot.
With no where to run and no where to hide,
Slumbering and sleeping through the truths of time.

So once again i dance alone, my midnight dance on the eve of that tide…..

 

‘The Keeper of Scrolls’
12th December 2021
<moon.willow@ntlworld.com>

A different poem for this time of year as memories manifest….

I remember that time of year
When the darkness lingered longer

And the shadows came out of hiding to drape themselves lovingly across the land.
I remember dressing in all black, in readiness, waiting
I remember a time before the modern world earased the old times from the memories of mankind
A time before the world of men was filled with the chatter and clatter of a manufactured reality
I remember the moon shinning upon the grove
And the ladies waiting there
I remember the energies of the night
That night
I remember the purpose and the point
Although no one had ever taught me
But the truth, the blood, the energy was inside me, living
I remember pulling my black lace shawl tightly around my shoulders as i made my way towards the moon grove
I knew the wolves would be watching on this night
Watching, waiting, testing
My old blood, the bloodline of my forefathers i knew would keep me strong and see me through
We had great things to achieve on this the darkest day and longest night
A prophecy to fulfill, a blood challice raised, a divine point in time to invoke and preserve, not only blood memories, but to acknowledge the ‘ladies of the line’ both past and present.
I remember on that long dark night, when the cold seeped into our very bones, i remember us all being as one, yet separated upon the points of time.
The old ways preserved within ‘the ladies of time’, the ladies of the grove.
Now as then, connecting
Blood ties held safely within under the protection and magic of our grove.
Keeping faith, preserving truths, a world apart.
I remember that night of unending darkness
That longest night when realms collided
When the Old Ones shared and dared to reveal themselves
Under the moon
In a grove
Hidden forever
Within the memories of time
‘The Keeper of Scrolls’
December 21st 2021
<moon.willow@ntlworld.com>

 

 

 

On Cornwall’s Moor

Written from my true experiences….

 

Whispers within the landscape
A pulse vibrating
A breath
The hidden heart
On Cornwall’s moor
A needed sanctuary
When knights a travelling came
Lost in time
Out of time
Three lions roared
To leave their mark
The Dove hovers above
A blood red cross
Dimension’s change
Tis neither the beginning nor the end
Suspended forever in its own time
Tales unfold
Entwined within old ash roots
Never told
The land keeping its own counsel
Ancient eyes watch from the shadows
In recognition
Traveling pilgrims in modern dress
Also acknowledge
All gone before
Seeing within the green of the land
The sanctity of a bloodline
Secrets forever carved in stone
Spell the unspoken word
Tell an untold tale
Energies exchanged
Footprints left
Forever upon the moors

 

‘The Keeper of Scrolls’

moon.willow@ntlworld.com

May 2021

“The truths have always been protected over the years, within this very shallow world of men; truths hidden behind tales of misadventure, tales of misdoings and tales of misdirecton, thus keeping that which needs protecting, forever secret, yet hidden totally within plain sight…”.

Only the Light….

When the sands of time run out

When all thoughts return unto their source

When the steeple bells no longer ring at twilight

And the city lights fade into an earthly past

 

When the shores of time are memories

When the wave no longer breaks the shore

When the moon and sun with truths intact, just cease

In my silence on the winds I will know I loved you.

 

From the beginning to the end

From the new dawn to the ancient night

From high above the roar of human kind

Only one Light will shine

 

In the silence that surrounds you

In the becoming of my soul

In the Light I carry forwards

I will know, I will know, I will know….

 

 

‘The Keeper of Scrolls’

<moon.willow@ntlworld.com>

January 2021

‘Still chasing the tide…’

A Heartbeat in Time…

A heartbeat in time
A single breath
A sign to savour
An ancient word
A path to walk
Yet non to tarry
A taken oath
In blood not broken
A chalice of hope
A guiding Light
A weary pilgrim
Wandering home
From first to last
From dusk til dawn
An earthly crown
In heaven borne
A ticking clock
A rising tide
A trumpet loud
A clash of thunder
Clouds and sky
Both ripped asunder
Climbing Angels
Giving hope
Catch their hem
A foot on the rung
Alpha to Omega
Nearly home….

 

‘The Keeper of Scrolls’ September 2020

moon.willow@ntlworld.com

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

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