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TIS TIME…

I grieved for a love adored since birth
I grieved for my love, my home, my Earth
The future i wanted i knew was a dream
I tried to hold on, yet stifling a scream
A moment in time to stop and ponder
A great test of time to truly wonder
Are we traveling through mankind’s fall
A time to embrace or totally ignore
I saw mankind rise, and i saw mankind fall
I saw greed and envy, i saw war and strife
I saw not a feeling for this thing called life
Over the centuries no lessons learned
And on the shores of time i witnessed it all
I wore no blindfold, I saw the score
My sad, single teardrop in an ocean wont cut it
I cried and i cried but nothing could stop it
Mankind you came and mankind you went
Destroying the Earth you went all out, hell-bent
The innocent creatures you left in your wake
Didn’t deserve their death or their fate
A prison planet it was meant to be
But it could have been treated respectfully
Now all of those humans who let greed shine a light
Will atone for their sins in the darkest of nights
The ‘creatures’ that make, are the same ones who take
The ones that have watched as mankind cast their fate
You were a toy of the G-ds ’tis very true
Yet all that is wrong is down to just you
You lived out a life that was not accepted
Now you die a death you never expected
Like a field full of cattle you grew fat on your crimes
Fat for the ‘Old Ones’ to take when it’s time….
For i will be gone, will observe it all
I will witness mankind’s greatest fall
But do not fear, do not stress
It was never a given, was always a test
I once knew a land where time stopped still
I saw things that maybe were only for me
I reached out and grasped that which i quested
This moment, my life, i was fully invested
And no, i wasn’t living a dream
Everything viewed was meant to be seen
In the blink of an eye, the cool waters will rise
Rise up to reach those firey red skies
It was always written, always fortold
Within years of study, if i may be so bold
Under a dome, a greenhouse for sure
It has always been there, yet always ignored
Your governments lied, your scientist too
But i think in your hearts, you always knew
Too many anomalies, it didn’t add up
So now here we are on the edge of time
That party at midnight I knew would be mine
Yes i’d mentioned the ‘party’ in previous words
But nobody saw, nobody heard
So ‘we’ did what we did, it had to be done
But doing it was such tremendous fun
So i sit and i watch and i sit and i wait
I sit and i watch humanities fate
Way out of time, above beyond rhyme
You may see me again at the end of all days
The Feminine Light to show the way
Yet if still in your blindfolds
You never will never see
The truth of existence, or the real ‘me’
For i was always there, guiding the way
Revealing a path so true and profound
Yet many stumbled and cried on the ground
But time and tide and moments move on
Only a few knew the ‘song of songs’
The truth was the ‘word’ it was always said
But what use is a word to the already dead
Time is of essence, please let me not tarry
I have said far too much, i must not dilly or dally
Back to my perceived grind of a daily life
But a Guardian of Time i shall always be
So never ever underestimate me
I sit and i watch and i sit and i wait
As i cast my hands over man’s written fate…

‘The Keeper of Scrolls’
aka ‘moon.willow@ntlworld.com’ July 2023
Reverend Janis

“Know me and know whom i am.
See me and see me as i am.
Feel the energies and fly with me tonight
Or don’t…..

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

 

THE FALL THROUGH TIME.

Angel lost; fell through stone
Blood and clay far from home.
Fell to earth through stormy waters,
Rebirthed in water, Leviathan’s daughter.

A million years, a thousand stars,
Dismissed from heaven at the eleventh hour.
A portal of slaughter or man’s salvation,
Demon hunger, a sacrament waiting.

Blood red flesh
Bound as one.
Blood is truth
Under a sun.

A Messenger spoke of truth or dare
Told the tale to those with no fear.
In chambers deep with no rebirth,
Secrets kept by G-d on earth.

A magic hill,
A golden tomb
Forever hidden,
Mankind’s doom.
Beauty stirred
Within a thought,
A test of time,
Battles fought.
Love was lost,
Grail diluted.
A story done
But never ended.

Time is endless
Existence not.
A waking serpent,
A fire to stoke.
A dark knight waiting,
The church’s curse.

Turn around
Turn around
My little child.
Water is wet
Wind is wild.
Those we shall meet
And meet again,
Brothers, Sisters,
Lovers. Friends.

Within a season
Within a time
A purpose known
Yet living a lie.

Stoke the embers
Raise the flame,
Time has come
And come again.
Cycles repeat
And repeat once more,
We are born to death,
Few reborn.
Dark waters spilled
Under a dome,
Within a thought
Dark beauty sought.

Ice and fire
Carry the key.
A sinking land
Eternally.
Those we have loved,
We will love again
As ‘we’ carry the Flame
Again and again.

 

The Keeper of Scrolls Feb 2019

 

REALITY AND TRUTH….

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exsistence

human race

Reality and Truth: have i not always said that truth is never what has been taught; never what you thought it was. Think hard dear freinds and consider the truths of your existence and why you have been lied to. Learn, accept and be free. The Priory has always taught the truths yet it is up to each individual, those whom are truly meant to know and to evolve beyond their human existence, whether they wish to remove their blindfolds or not….

One can make a big noise and launch as many orange balloons over London as one likes but directing ones energy to this mere drop in the ocean, this mere diversion in time, only serves well the purpose of those whom wish to keep you in blindness. Consider then if you will that path laid down for you, and the oportunities presented, for they all have a purpose and it is up tp you whether you go against the flow and rise up against the roar of the crowd or be forever blinded and deafened by the mundane pull of humanities blindness…

While it is important to respect the beliefs and opinions of others, even if they differ from our own, we must do so with open minds; for we are all different. We know instinctively what is right or wrong, yet sadly the truth is obliterated these days by what the main stream media deem us to know; what the so-called religous bodies deem us to know. Yet do either of them know about real truths, for they hide any real truths from us and shower us with a truth they think we deserve to know.

But we must all wake up from our slumbers for we are being manipulated for sure, yet each & everyone of us has the power to make up our own minds, for the truth is there to find and folks willing to share it Dont be manipuated by popular opinions and popular beliefs; rise up above the roar of the crowd, up above the clouds that fog the mind. This can mean standing alone, yet being true to ones self and to those beings whom lit the original flame of life that resides within us all.

‘Ge be Dag ma Dar be Ar’

‘The Keeper of Scrolls’ July 2018

Blood Secrets

When the tides turn
And the cold wind blows,
When the waters of creation
Finally consume the lived.
When the clock shall tick no more
I shall take my rightful place
Amongst my true kin.
The Sanctuary was always there;
Hidden within, in my dreams and desires.
Unknown by the unseeing eyes of humanity,
Whose achievements resonate not
Across the wider universe
With the seekers of human flesh.
Think not in human terms;
Think not of a world of matter.
The threshold has been crossed,
Yet it was never of the physical world;
Perceived of with my human eyes.
Everything is of its time;
The past, future and present
Have always been as one.
Future memories visit;
Perceived time lines merge,
Cycles repeat.
Be served well to remember
What is done cannot be undone,
What is known cannot be unknown;
Oaths taken upon the sphere of time
Cannot be untaken.
Remember well; that which you love the most
Is that which binds you to the mortal realm;
Soul bound to the shores of time,
Blood ties secured by DNA.
I guard the door; steadfast,
Knowing that Heaven will await.
The secrets of the blood
Have been gifted.
I stand firm; protector of my kin
Sword in hand and breastplate shinning.
Lest no one pass this way
Lest they stumble over times fragile threshold.
Without true love’s key
All answers remain hidden,
All secrets lost within man’s folly.
Blindness reigns,
Tethered by the ego of mortality.
Yet to those of faith
The secrets within the blood of life;
That sweet threaded coil
Of man-kinds destiny
Is forever within reach.
Yet to those whom mock
With tongue and heart of stone,
The sweet blood secrets hidden within the sacred chalice of life,
Sipped not by those of human descent.

 

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moon.willow@ntlworld.com: July 2018

‘The Keeper of Scrolls’

History and Truth…

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

The Rock of Truth

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

THE KNIGHTS BIBLE:

We are very pleased to announce the publication of the complete Templar practices in the form of

‘THE KNIGHTS BIBLE’

This a series of four very comprehensive books that allows the student/reader to have complete access to the Knight Templar self installations and preceptory teachings as taught in Preceptory, up to the 42nd degree.

The information contained within the pages of these very informative books has only recently been available to the general public though many authors down the years have attempted to gain insight into our teachings and ways, but only now has the true knowledge come to light to be enjoyed by those whom seek. These books are full of interesting and fascinating wisdom, knowledge and facts, including many magical practices that the aspiring reader can learn for themselves at home.

 

“I am personally very honoured and happy to have been a big part in the creation of these books and spent many a night happily burning away at the midnight oil, studiously compiling, editing and revamping the teachings and wisdom of my tutor in order to create these works. The Knights Bible, all four books are now available on Amazon”

 

 

THE KNIGHTS BIBLE: ALPHA. Before any student can begin to practice this art, there must be a degree of understanding. It is important not to confuse the following of the Templar Practices in this book with other registered or recognised groups. Although such groups may have a place in Craft, they tend to rely purely on copied or misinterpreted scripture. The elders of this path have, in their travels met and heard of various individuals whom profess to be of a sacred order or even to be at the state of a High Priest and on a many local levels, there are people that profess to being of sacred orders, placing themselves in groups of teaching and then spend endless hours reading from others published work to pass on to their groups. Sadly, in reality most of these infidels are nothing more than seekers, hoping that on the basis of their made-up, stolen, and purely out of context paths and assumptions, they will meet the right people in the right place at the right time to steal their knowledge. The only difference being that they will, on this occasion steal from a person directly rather than steal the information from books.

 

THE KNIGHTS BIBLE: MU.  That you redeem yourself from the society that you know, to explore the path of the many; to seek the truth. We have often wondered as to people’s religious belief system. Take a moment to consider what you actually believe in. Do you believe in a supreme being? Do you believe in God? Or perhaps you believe in another? You could ponder on that thought and consider a realm of possibilities, or maybe just read on a while longer and let us explore further, the meaning

 

THE KNIGHTS BIBLE: SANA. The Knight Preceptory exists to teach candidates up to a certain level – it is not a dark (or left) path. It teaches the Black Flame Lit, as the aspects of creation. We feel it is imperative to teach the levels that those whom may seek to attack would use. The Knight Preceptory operates to heighten awareness of Mary Magdalene in the role of spiritual teachings.

 

THE KNIGHTS BIBLE: OMEGA.  I am Love. I am Light. I am Peace. I am the Alpha and the Omega. I am the Master of Ascension at this time, In the presence of the Divinity and Infinity. And So It Is.

 

“Seek and ye shall find”

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http://priory7.wix.com/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…..”

New Year Invite

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More to follow……..

You can of course now read the whole story over on my ‘Midknights Tellings’ site….

THE PARTY BEFORE THE FALL