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The two witches sat huddled around their cauldron, staring intently and intensely into the softly glowing embers.  The night was cold, dark and still. They pulled their cloaks around them and continued to gaze into the fire. They knew that knowledge was about to be gained and shared and that their lives would be forever changed because of it, whether for good or bad, they knew not. But it felt right to do it; felt right to do it now after the deep, dark rite to Hecate. The night had been heavy, unmoving, oppressive and dark; very, very  dark. They had desired rebirth or destruction.  The goddess had heard them and had come. They were a little afraid at first, but they felt the presence of a wonderful powerful energy.  Magic had sprung into life in that dark tree grove. Breezes had lifted, elementals had danced with mischievous swirls and rustlings and bells tinkled mysteriously in the bare winter branches.

They had stared deeply into the embers, had let the flames die to become alive.  And so they had huddled, warmed around their iron cauldron and had been drawn into the other world.  They had sat and shared and had bonded on that cold dark night.  Their friendship had transcended a lifetime in only an hour: time travel shared. In the embers the witches had watched as armies marched and civilizations rose and crumbled. They looked on like powerful gods, in what seemed an aeon of time, but in reality under an hour.  Layers of the amber came and went.  They gazed as Lucifer rose with dragons, angels took flight and glowing Egyptian eyes stared back at them. Salamanders took to the wing, with fey folk, dragonflies and butterflies. Gods and goddesses stared back at them; mermaids and sea creatures appeared and disappeared. The messages came and went, the embers told the story.

Time passed quickly and the magic began to fade. They looked at each other knowingly, then grudgingly had moved away from their cosy red world. The sky was lighter now and all the heavy oppressiveness was gone.  All negativity, was banished and in its place a burst of pure energy.  They had been lost in time and time had passed and had been lost to them. They had sought answers and answers had come. They had come and done what they had to do. The witches knew it was now time to depart. Time to be their other selves, to enter the world of the mundane once more; until the next time that is….

Pyromancy:  (fire scrying) is the art of fire reading and it always produces very profound and far-reaching results. Results that weave their way into your dream world, that work deeply on your subconscious and manifest into your waking, living life. If you require answers then this could be the way to find them. When fire scrying as with all scrying, a relaxed, comfortable state of mind and body is most important. And you need to be very aware of your health and safety generally, so please take all the usual precautions and be sensible when using fire. Glowing embers produce very good results as they allow you to be relaxed and sit very near to the fire. But candles and night-lights can also be used, as of course can hearth fires and bonfires. Fire scrying when used as part of a ritual can give significant results too.

Relax and look, look deeply, deeply into the embers, look beyond what you think you see and you will be surprised what you will see there. Patience and perseverance is required at first (as you are looking deep within) and also an awareness of the planetary and moon phases, as they can relate directly to the questions asked and the answers sought. The signs scryed and their interpretations are personal to each individual; some of the following are universal, although some are from personal experiences too.

  • Wings: Taking flight, successful rise in energy, new projects can begin, a go ahead sign, endeavouring to be the ‘real’ you, seeking freedom.
  • Dragons: Ancient Earth magic, grounded, contented, the hearth, power, earth energy. With eyes half-shut, curled up – peace, stability, safety, the Old Ways, guardians.
  • Dragonflies, Butterflies, Winged Salamanders, Fairies: Rebirth, re-growth, new growth, spreading wings, rising up from negative situations, new strength, new awakenings, re-awakenings, loss of self-doubt, metamorphosis, eyes opened, an opening up to new worlds and new ways.
  • Angels/Demons: Protection, divine connection, to learn, knowledge gained, knowledge to come, a path to come, the truths.
  • Animal in feminine garb: Getting in touch with natural instincts, femininity, femininity and strength.
  • Beasts with horns (inc. goats face): Approval from the God/Universe, accepting the darkness/hidden nature within, the old path, hidden ways, old magic, power. Horned God: Divine human with animal super-senses, the Old Ways.
  • Fire itself: Purifying, cleansing, to dare, culling, Lucifer, illumination, Goddess of destruction, fire within, passion, sexuality, destruction and rebirth – see Phoenix.
  • Phoenix: Death and Rebirth, the Bennu Bird, Egypt, Mary Magdalene.
  • Warming, Warmth: Relaxing, seductive, passion, consuming, contentment, giving in to the universe.
  • Living and Dying within the embers: Sexual, Salamander, Michael, Dragons, phoenix of rebirth, cycles. of life, cycles of energy.
  • Spiders: Arachne, fate, destiny, weaving one’s own life, taking control, tangled in a web, trapped.
  • Civilisations, Cities, Buildings: Life, past lives, past worlds, shared lives, strength, stability.
  • Crumbling Civilizations: Fate, inevitability, death, a loss, facing up to a situation, allowing what will be to simply be, acceptance, moving on. leaving the past well and truly in the past.

Of course there are many more interpretations; all questions and answers are very personal so this is just a general guide to get you started. You may be surprised at how quickly your own visions and consequently own answers will manifest.

 

Tales would be told around the fires

Dark nights: a time for scrying around the flames

 

 Written in an ageless time during the times of the ‘Dark Moon Grove’

The beautiful energies from the sisters of the grove are acknowledged 

 

 

 

“An example of a carefully prepared Templar Potion that connects to the seasonal cycles of our planet and which can be created on request or if on the path can be prepared and made as and when required

The Energies of Spring: An Earth Cycle Potion

A magically charged potion to assist you in accessing the inner realms.

Created of Hawthorn, Camphor, Olive and Apple Leaf for connection

to the Energies of Spring,

to uplift the spirit, raise consciousness and assist in love.

These potions are individually prepared and magically charged as per ancient Templar knowledge and wisdom; they can be used as incense, kept in a pouch, sprinkled sparingly in a lighted tea-light or sprinkled in your bath water. Be careful around naked flames.

 

Herbal magic, potions, sacred herbal preparations, the magical preparation and charging of potions and compounds and alchemy are just some of the aspects of the Templar path; taught in the same way as originally taught many aeons ago by the original ‘Old Ones’

 

Altar 1

Spring In the Gregorian year 2014

Templar Teachings by ‘The Keeper of Scrolls’

Oh Ancient One; you who has always been with me

Who has constantly watched over me

I know you are with me now

Your power is mighty as the raging sea

As all the elements combined

I desire that energy within me

To uphold your laws and ancient ways

Let those mighty waves of energy inspire me

To cleanse and renew

I ask for your guidance; to show me the way

To uplift my soul

Lead me to the true riches

And renewal for my soul

Allow me the strength to pursue my true goals

May I be rendered free from the mundane world

Wash over me to inspire my earthly life

Banish negativity within me and the harm it causes

Allow me to become strong and true to your ways

Protect my soul and keep me whole

Let me ride the tides of uncertainty with strength and foresight

For in this moment my future does dwell

I am as one with my kin

And honour your truths and all you teach me

One day allow me to walk with you

Guided to that place

I am of you and shall always tread your path;

Our path towards the future stars

 

 

May 2014

‘The Keeper of Scrolls’

To Know…

To Will…

To Dare…

To Keep Silent…

 

The above, as any one studying the old ways of magic will instantly recognize are the tenets of Craft, relating to the magical practices and ancient knowledge bestowed upon each practitioner. But how does one actually reach this level of knowing, being able to put the responsibility that goes with it into practice?

It is a journey, like many great spiritual journeys, into the darkest forests of the mind, where illusions of the mundane abound everywhere to ensnare us. The magical journey can be like a riddle, for often the answers we seek do not appear in tangible black and white forms, they often appear to us in abstract forms that flow directly from our own spiritual evolution, that starts within the mystic realms of our own minds, from our own understandings. Answers can fly to us upon the wings of imagination during our dream times and if we are not prudent they vanish like star-dust into the morning dew. Often, as in my own experiences of being guided; the answers to questions are never directly given, they apper as riddles, allowing me the student time to expand my own consciousness to access the answers for myself. The answers are indeed within all of us, locked safely away within the subconciouss. If one were to be told the answers every-time there would be no growth; no personal unlocking of the vast caverns of knowledge which students on the path carry within.

Often the answers and understandings sought do not come in the form of words but in the form of the student being able to absorb the truths for themselves at an ‘inner-level’ and of course practice, practice, practice. Thus the truths become who we are, slipping into our consciousness without ever a word being spoken, no sound being ever exchanged. Our inner levels, our ‘inner worlds’ are constantly expanding and are in fact limitless and so to expand, to travel and grow we must completely trust our inner selves; those dark inner realms where often night becomes day and dark become light.

Of course different paths within the magical worlds have different frameworks, different histories and traditions that followers of, will adhere to, but the magical power itself is power that has no labels as such and all practitioners share a common goal. A good teacher, a good tutor can indeed take each student to that very well spoken of door, can even endeavour to open very wide that door, yet it is the student who must walk through it – if of course they choose to do so and many don’t. A magical path, like any other life path is not a ‘given’ it must be worked at and practiced on a daily basis in order for the neophyte to become proficient and not everyone who embarks upon this road less traveled will make it to the end. The road is unending and one must travel long, one must travel far and wide and one must travel silent and swift like a bird in flight soaring high above the mundane levels of consciousness.

It is not about the use of wands, staffs, swords or any other magical tools or the flurry and swishing of velvet cloaks; these do have a place in focusing energy but at the end of the day the power, the magic comes from deep within, from the practitioner themselves and it is only in swift and sure daily practices, dedication and understanding that any level of accomplishment will ever be attained. This journey, this path has been here on this earthly plane for centuries, arriving  here in the very beginning from worlds afar and is a special gift to be relished and embraced. The path of magic has never been a path for the faint hearted or for those who cherish comfort zones and boundaries, for one is pushed constantly out of comfort zones, through boundaries and often caused to question morals and ethics upon whatever plain one is working in. A good training, having good guidance and a good teacher will have bestowed all of this on the student or practitioner so when the time comes and choices need to be made each practitioner will be able to choose wisely. Hence why it is indeed a  great privilege and joy to tread this path and to be able to Know, to Will, to Dare and to ultimately Keep Silent…

 

 

Forever questing upon the Sphere of Time

Guiding and teaching to all who pass my way….

April 2014

“In truth we Live, In life we Reveal”

As we all know very well, life has a way of always going forwards with hopefully us with it, and of course what is meant to be surely will be. We as individuals do need to constantly move forward regardless of whatever else is going on around us, especially within the lives of others. In order to tread the universal foothills in search of knowledge we have to be very aware of the pitfalls that stem from the everyday lives of others, pitfalls that only serve to hold us back, imprisoning us in the mundane. For at the end of the day we are all living our own very special and individual lives and not the lives of anybody else. Life is a gift upon a true path of learning and to waste it would surely be improper. Do not let the ups and downs of the world or the problems of others around you, mar your own view of life, do not let the misfortunes of others cloud your visions, for by doing so you are wasting away your own precious gift, a gift too precious to measure. We all have our unique paths of destiny to complete; we all have our own journeys to walk and to stand still upon the shores of time is not what we were created for.

Humans are individuals, originally created with a purpose to their ‘gods’, yet some (known as ‘traits’) were gifted with a far higher purpose and with tutouring and teaching have the potential to evolve above and beyond the plan intended for non traits. The world, the universe can become a greater place of learning and knowledge of the true old ways. And thus in time we, as traits,  will learn where we came from, whom we really are and how we evolved and can evolve; this is a great gift of truth in itself. Those with sight and insight know this, are aware of what is around them. They know how to use their gifts while those that ‘just are’ will always ‘just be’; forever in the dark without even being aware of this very fact. Many humans are in prison but have no idea of this fact.

So then, strive upwards upon the ladder towards the ‘stars’ for it is there that the truths of our ancestors are to be found. The earthly plain is home for just a very short cycle and as we know all cycles must begin and then end, but with the final end cycle fast approaching we know that we can thus make way for a brand new beginning. It is well known that all new beginnings must first have an ending – so as to complete the cycle. Those who learn, who do not stand still in time, those who evolve above and beyond their perceived humanity into a future of truths and revelations will surely be a part of the new cycle; a new dawn to be fully embraced by those who dare step over the threshold. It is a challenge, it is a big dare and in reality only a few will take this final step and rise like a phoenix from out of the flames of chaos.

There are those around who can open the doors, who can lead those with insight, perception and hidden gifts into a future unknown previously by most, but the few can become the many for those of The Way. Great truths require great leaders, needing  those who dare to tread the road less travelled, yet they are not always whom one thinks they are. We share LIGHT and truth with those who truly seek. We are family bonded and bound by the blood ties of centuries past, ties that take us into the future, always moving with the universal tides and to the rhythm of our own dear hearts. Our life is our joy and our joy is in sharing to all who come through our doors seeking the wonderful truths of life.

“Ge be Dag ma Dara be Ar”

“If we look to the stars to see the sights, the stars will come down with fists to fight

Sol here to learn the sun time three, to retrieve the answer to the ineffable key” 

Ea

‘The Keeper of Scrolls’

Come my love…..

Come my love and meet me upon the lip of midnight.
Come my love and dance upon the edge of velvet night
And if you dare to dance my dance
I’ll take you into darkness true.
I promise I will not sup much
Or steal from you that precious thing of which you value so.
Come my love, come meet me when all mortal time runs out
And when the tides are running high
Come take my hand,
Come dance my dance,
Come waltz with me upon the land of precious time.
I’ll not sup much
I promise you.
I’ll let you dance your dance of dance while standing on the edge
And if you come to me with love,
I’ll maybe sup just one sup
As you whirl and spin upon the night times’ edge.
Come to me my love of love.
Come embrace my spell so pure.
We’ll dance till midnight claims your soul in a land I know so well.
Come close my love and kiss me sweet and then I’ll sup,
Just one sup;
A sup of life so true.

Blood Red Rose

Blood Red Rose

Immortal One

Passion and desire resonates deep within                                                                                  

Soul truths surface and submerge in a cycle of becoming

Stirrings that quicken my being with fresh new light

I crave renewal as I walk upon the slippery lip of darkness

My immortal one I am under your spell

Your dark embrace quells all doubts and irrelevant thoughts within me

Take me as your own

Devour my fragile shell as I willingly offer you my body and soul

I sink into a darkness pungent with risen death

Yet alive with life

Memories bound in blood and bone and revelation

Deep yearning to connect to kindred

My dark dreams weave in and out of  forgotten forests

The land reveals  seven discarded tines bathed in moonlight

Majestic and solitary upon the cool damp earth

He was no match for you my Lady and offered all that he was and was yet to become

The time for mortals to sleep and dream is nigh

To return to that airless womb

The eternal palace of comfort and peace

I yield and sink further into my dreams

Embracing my immortal maker

She who waits with kisses so seductive

All reasoning lost as the sweet darkness surrounds me with stark comforting coldness

I surrender to the death and decay of my humanity

No compromise, no bargain

Further and further down I sink

Numb, cradled in the void,

I yield hungrily to your dark embrace, my lady

At one with all that ever was

Please leave me waiting not

The yearning of existence becomes me as I sup my mother’s blood

Yet it is She who takes the sacrifice whether offered willingly or not

My blood in the sacred chalice

Use it as you will, My Lady

Will my shadow be revealed to atone for all that was?

My Sweet Queen, she offers the sacred renewal

Sweet bloodstained kisses from my yearning lips I offer

A cycle fulfilled, a yearning soul reborn

May 2012

“I shine as the moon, i sing as the sun, I am the guiding star, yet still you know me not”

One of the tenets of treading a very deep and profound path; non more so than that of the Old Ways, is that just when you believe all is safe and well and you have reached a pinnacle of sublime understandings, the path and what you perceived as your understandings can come right back at you and kick you hard in the face, as all that you ever knew is totally transformed into something deeper and more profound than you ever thought possible. Sometimes it can strike like a bolt of lightning on a once sturdy old oak tree, rendering you as the old oak shot right into two straight down the middle. Even if you see it coming you may have nowhere to run, nowhere to hide and find yourself totally laid bare in the aftershock.

However, you do actually need these bolts from the blue, these reality checks, for they are the challenges and the safeguards sent to you for a reason; they are the hurdles we must all overcome in order to progress (or not) within our given paths. For it is certainly ‘Those That See And Observe’ in action; living up to their name. We may need to travel deep down and hit rock bottom more than once on this journey, facing the darkness and the uncertainty alone. Many times we can reach out in order to grasp the hidden thorn and be totally torn to shreds before eventually emerging into a new dawn of understandings. All our journeys are very different, very individual, even for walkers of  the same path and yet many journeys take us eventually to the same point of understandings at different points in time within the universe. Yet to go further than we ever thought possible, we must break through our own human led limitations and expectations, break out of that old mindset that we have been force-fed with in order to access that realm of ultimate perfection within the universe; access that place that seems so seductively near but is oh so very far away.

Knowledge is truth and truth is power yet with knowledge and truth comes big responsibilities as the mysteries are demystified and reality starts to unravel before our very eyes transforming into the reality we always knew within our hearts yet dared not to even think about. The darkest hour as we know, is just before dawn and a phrase that we may have referred to time and time again, but what does this really mean? When in this dark place we must relish and embrace all the lessons being offered there, equally the good and the bad, and learn from them as we have never learnt before;  we are being held there for a reason and cannot not move on until we have learnt those lessons laid out for us and the ‘powers that be’ within the universe deem us ready. So learn and grasp as you never have before, learn to shed that which you need to shed in order for transformation to happen, however hard, however painful it just has to be faced in order to move on and up again. Only you, the lone traveller on this particular journey can face it, it is a journey you must  face alone yet in facing it and learning from it you/those of us who are meant to, will surely all rise again.

Many will never tread the path of truth, many will have the ability to yet will never fulfill their purpose and many, many more will never even know of the journey or of the truths of existence and will never even give it a thought, yet that is the way it is meant to be; it is as it always has been and what will be, will indeed be. Only a few will ever truly see or hear that exquisite song of the piper at the gates of dawn heralding in an old truth to the Serpent Army. It is not a quick fix by any means, this journey can be a journey of many lifetimes and many folks will forever hide behind the facade of illusionment of the modern world, living for today, hard and fast  in a circle of false promises begetting the unfulfilment of their own manifested urobourous; getting nowhere very fast.

Whether or not we follow the Way of the Blood, the true Old Ways, for the transformation to truly happen on any level we must evolve from within in order for the first stages to begin and this can only happen when you remove all the baggage that humanity has thrown at you, when you clear your mind and you face yourself alone, as the one that you truly are and truly love what you see.

But the joy, the real joy of transformation is often totally and utterly silent, a very personal covenant of peace and joy between you and the Divine, so very personal and profound in fact that no utterances or affirmations in the world of men are ever needed. It is of a coming home to a home that once you had no concept of its existence; it is though of a very real world, a very real way of life that can only be accessed by the opening of your heart, by releasing the ego and by finding peace within and trust without for those who are there to guide and nurture you at every step of the way. Then and only then will real alchemical and physical transformation ever even begin to take place.

“I am the riddle of the whispering wind and will be with you till the end of days”

The End of Days

Can you taste the essence of live’s gone by?
Can you enter your soul with the eyes of a child?
What do you see there and what do you find?
A glimmer of stardust, a ray of hope,
Or gloom and despair and the hangman’s rope?
Crossing the threshold to the other side
Determines our destiny and reveals all the lies.
A shimmer of stardust in the midnight sky,
A portent of your future or from your past a cry?
The Temples of Humanity are raised by a few
And the Hallows of Night refuse to be found
As our footsteps echo on barren ground.
How far up the mountain can humanity climb
To free itself of the mortal grind?
For the stardust falls but upon a few,
Dare we pause, dare we catch it; tell me will it be you?
Or will you sink to the mud,
Bathed in your own human blood.
Trapped in a mindset that’s out of time,
Out of sinc with God’s given rhyme?
The wave is coming
The tide is now.
Ride it or fight it
Evolve or die.
So when you taste the essence of live’s gone by
And you free the child within your soul,
Will you sacrifice all when the time is right?
Will you pluck your future from the deathly night?
When the Dragon Breath finally fades
And you look into The Eye at the End of Days,
And those that “just are” spin you round and around
Can you honestly say your soul is unbound?

The Keeper of Scrolls 2008

 With fiery breathe and iron clad wings on flight of darkest night

From ages past, across all time I hear you call, you call to me

You call me home to thee

From oceans dark and deep abyss, through stormy tempest night

You spread your wings to fan my soul to awake in me the flight

To travel on to worlds below known thus only to you

Go take my soul to Shadowland so it may taste and it may see

The devouring of the Dark

And may it see what feedeth thee and what there lies below?

Dark lover of the underworld i come to thee to be set free

I need the night you so embrace

Give me the power; give me the taste

Thy soul and mine in dark embrace

You are the power, you are the fear

You take, you break, no compromise

You are the dark, the dark in me

Of mortal realm you do transcend

You take the breath, you sear the flesh and relish those who fall

Your iron clad will doth never yield; you light the flame in me

Oh Lord of Night; my dark desire

Oh Nergal come to me

 Knight

‘The Keeper of Scrolls’

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