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THE NORDIC CALL: WEEK THREE:

WEEK THREE OF OUR ATLANTIC QUEST:
An island of magic and mystery with a hidden past of epic truths.
I wanted to be the Ice Queen, especially as there were traces of lost civilizations up there on those barren mountains. Ah if only….
To the volcano and back!
On the road to the active volcano in the north.
DAY FIFTEEN:
TUESDAY 7TH NOVEMBER: KRAFLA: THE ACTIVE VOLCANO: The journey to the volcano was amazing, we were so high up and the roads were quiet treacherous in places, with snowy drifts sweeping across the road, making visibility very challenging and disorientating. It was like driving to almost to the top of the world to see this active volcano at Krafla. Also very nearby is an extinct volcano, both very photogenic. This of course all ties in with our research of Earth magnetics, what they are and how they really work with the lava flow, so a chance for some excellent research. We drove a very, very long way through often icy mountain terrain and one had to be very careful, for as we have learnt here in Iceland the weather conditions can turn on a sixpence and one really does need to be home by 4pm – 4:30 at the latest! I took all photos from a moving car as it is not possible to stop in these snowy mountain passes – but i think i am getting much better at it!
Krafla itself is a volcanic caldera of about 10 km in diameter with a 90 km long fissure zone. It is located in the north of Iceland in the Myvatn region and is situated on the Iceland ‘hot spot’ atop the Mid-Atlantic Ridge, which forms the divergent boundary between the North American Plate and the Eurasian Plate. It’s highest peak reaches up to 818 m and it is 2 km in depth. There have been 29 reported eruptions in recorded history. Iceland is an excellent place to see plate tetonics at work because of it’s placement on the ridges. Krafla includes the crater Viti, which means ‘hell’. As we know, in times past people often thought that hell was to be found under volcanoes. Interestingly Viti has a green lake inside of it; Iceland is full of contrasts and surprises.
Read more about Krafla here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Krafla

 

DAY SIXTEEN:
WEDNESDAY 8TH NOVEMBER: BLONDUOS KIRKJA AND SURROUNDING AREA:

An early morning start from beautiful Hofsos (click to enlarge)

It was a long journey today to reach our destination, but a stunning drive, again through the most scenic routes one could ever wish for. On the way we stopped at was obviously a well-known tourist area with amazing views, and a mountain top sundial with a couple of stone monuments and a kind of stone cairn. I took photos of the info boards there for you – well and for me too. It was such a stunning area, i am sure there was a much bigger and significant reason for it, but i am yet to discover what it would be.  They were certainly mountaintop memorials, keeping their ‘mark in time’.

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The area were were in, with our base at Hofsos clearly marked.

            

We had driven all this way to visit Blonduos Kirka, which although seemingly very popular with visitors, it was actually closed. The actual town is split into two parts by the glacial river Blanda, from which it is named (Blondu is an oblique case of Blanda). The old part of town (Icelandic: ‘gamli baerinn’) including many original houses from the late 19th and 20th century.  It was a fairly small town, however it looked like a lot of modernization was going on to make it more of a resort destination, it being ideally situated for that on the coast. We had also come to visit the textile museum there, which Queen Victoria had visited but sadly that was closed also, so i guess we were just out of season. The church itself was a fairly new and modern, rather unusual in shape, and consecrated in 1993 CE. Dr Maggi Jonsson drew and designed it and got her ideas for the layout from the mountains and landscape of the area, and one certainly gets that feel about it. It is situated on a kind of ‘road island‘, with wide open views all around, the area also had restaurants etc, not unlike a motorway pitstop in the uk.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bl%C3%B6ndu%C3%B3s

 

The church and the journey back to Hofsos.

 

DAY SEVENTEEN:

THURSDAY 9TH NOVEMBER: HOLAR CATHEDRAL AND STANDING STONE: Just a short drive across country, into the mountains, from where we were the at the turf church, is the pretty village of Holar. It was a beautiful bright sunny day, yet very cold. This small village is home to Holar University College, Holar Cathedral and the centre for the history of the Icelandic horse, and the ‘Turf House’. Although the most important feature stands hidden in plain sight and not mentioned.

A stroll around Holar

Hólar Cathedral is the oldest stone church in Iceland, constructed in 1763. The church is built with red sandstone from the mountain Hólabyrða. A number of historically important items are on display at the church, but sadly today it was closed. The church tower is 27m long and stands beside the church. It was constructed in 1950 on the 400-year anniversary of the death of the last Catholic Bishop of Iceland, Jón Arason.

An enigmatic and mysterious ‘Stone of Time’.

 

One of the ‘Stones of Time’  rests at this place and acts as a ‘marker’ for those whom truly know. With a connection to Ireland, Scandinavia, Scotland and England, this stone stands hidden in plain sight…

 

Karl’s Vid: The Standing Stone of Time

Karl’s Vid: Holar Cathedral

 

DAY EIGHTEEN:

FRIDAY 10TH NOVEMBER:  HVAMMSTANGAKIRKJA AND SURROUNDING AREA:
Again a beautiful scenic drive through a magical landscape on a bright but cold day.
The church, which again was closed  is the main church of the Hvammstangi parish. The church was inaugurated on the 21st of July, 1957, and was designed by Guðjón Samúelsson. Church builder was Snorri Jóhannesson from Hvammstangi. The church stands on high ground by Kirkjuvegur. The river Syðri-Hvammsá runs south of the church. The water running by was frozen solid, even though fast flowing, so an indication of how cold it was.

We had a stroll around, but sadly the little local craft shop on our itinerary was also closed, but instead we browsed the ‘Seal Centre’ shop and had a nice lunch in the restaurant next door, where Karl discovered a living relative working in the restaurant!

DAY NINETEEN:

SATURDAY 11TH NOVEMBER: REST DAY:

Karl’s Vid: Beautiful Hofsos. Leaving Early!

 

DAY TWENTY:

SUNDAY 12TH NOVEMBER:  VIDIMYRARKIRKJA: A colourful turf church, the current turf church was built in 1834, though the previous church on the site was from 1630 CE.  The church sits on the grounds of a Fortress, from 1620 CE, which one can clearly see by looking around. it was a very cold day and a little overcast but as it was our last full day here, we wanted to make the most of it. We could not get inside but lingered awhile, walking around the little graveyard, taking photos and taking it all in….  The church notice board provides some good extra info.  Unusually the bell was hanging in the entrance gate.

Karl’s Vid: Vidimyrar Church, Varmahlid,

 

FOSSLAUG WATERFALL: It is said that the essence of life flows through this magnificent wonder and i could see why. It was a bit of a walk from the car par, but only a short drive from the turf church. I couldn’t find much info on the waterfall but apparently a thermal bathing pool is nearby, which i did not see at all, but there was more than one approach to the waterfall so maybe we approached from a different direction. It is a spot well known for being peaceful and beautiful and very popular in the summer months with hikers and tourists. It was very icy and cold when we visited yet still very spectacular. However there is much more going on here than meets the eye, especially on a metaphysical level. If one looks around one can see remains of an older civilization, with a stone circle, ‘marked’ stones, and certain stones with a different purpose altogether. Again all hidden in plain sight with everyone simply walking right past. See what you think from the photos….  There is a link here to ‘The Stones of Time‘ on both a metaphysical and an earthly level. Iceland connects to the metaphysical realms in a very important way, yet in a mostly unseen way. My eyes (inner and outer) were certainly shown how to ‘see’ while i was here in Iceland, for it captured my soul and imagination and awakened me further on a Craft level too…

 

DAY TWENTY ONE:

MONDAY 13TH NOVEMBER: LEAVE HOFSOS:
“Fare thee well Hofsos! You were magical and unforgettable. I will miss these stunning views from my bedroom window and being able to look out at the sea of a night time when i cant sleep. This place has etched itself into my being for sure”

It was a wild morning here in Iceland when we left, to be on the road. It’s a long way to the port so having a two night stay elsewhere to break the journey and to be safer on the icy roads, not to have to rush to the port. It was an ominous looking blood red sky as we left Hofsos and an uneasy stillness hung in the air. We were leaving a couple of days early, due to both the emergency situation here in Iceland and because of the weather and icy driving conditions.  Hofsos is a site of strong earth magnetics, which is why we stayed here. The pull of the magnetics at this important earth point have a ‘stilling’ effect on the tides, and one can almost feel it, especially if one is sensitive to earth energies. So much knowledge and understandings gained.  We had a long journey ahead to reach the port, a whole days driving, so decided to stay for two nights near to the port. It was concerning that we could miss the ferry due to the weather, so a risk not worth taking. It turned out to be a very wise decision as the journey was challenging and the mountain pass was down to almost no visibility in places, but we made it, with more adventures along the way….

We were only a couple of miles along the road from Hofsos, when we started seeing what we at first thought were developing snow clouds, only to realize that they were too low for that. They were in fact steam vents that had suddenly come alive, spurting vapours that hung in the air, clinging heavily to the mountain peaks, and definitely not there before…. It was still dawn and they certainly looked very dramatic against the burgeoning sunrise. But the driving conditions were getting bad with the snows scurrying in.

MYVATN GEOTHERMAL AREA: Created 2000 years ago when a series of craters erupted. Now a site where the energy is harnessed and still extremely active. As far as safety goes this day was rather ‘hairy’ to say the lest, which my videos testified too! Especially us dodging the ‘thermals’, we only just made it out in time before they went off! And driving up over the rapidly dissapearing mountain roads – but what a real adventure it was proving to be! I can’t believe now i had all those experiences, it was like watching someone else’s videos! Driving was an adventure to say the lest and hats off to Karl for his safe and careful driving.

 

“We were about to embark upon a rather hazardous journey across an uncompromising mountain pass to reach our two night stop at the horse ranch. Yet little did we know, the weather was about to get much worse….”

STAY AT FINNSTDIR HORSE RANCH: EGLISTADIR: It was a wonderful feeling coming down from the mountain pass into normal weather again!  A two night stay to look forward to, warm and cosy prior to catching the ferry. So very thankful for this stop over!

After the bleakness and invisibility of the mountains i was so pleased to be here at this pretty little ranch
 
Riddle Number Four:
The Cycles in Time….
They bring us back to what once was,
To what now is
And to what will be
Joined by an invisible thread upon the land
A thread cutting through our human cycles of time
The markers upon the earth
The ‘Stones of Time’
But why?
What for?
Who can unravel their mystery?
Who can discover their point and purpose in time?
Who can unlock my Rhyme of Time…?

 

‘The Keeper of Scrolls/Guardian of the Grail’

AKA ‘moon.willow@ntlworld.com’

March 2024

 

(All videos yet to be added!)

THE NORDIC CALL: WEEK TWO:

So here we are arriving in Iceland, the land of Fire and Ice, Myth and Magic.

“Iceland is so stunningly beautiful, everywhere one looks is the chance for a wonderful experience and of course an amazing photo too. It all looked so magical and truly a dream come true, a chance of a life-time.

Many adventures and experiences lay ahead of us, some magical and some a bit of the ‘living on the edge’ kind!”

DAY EIGHT:

TUESDAY 31st OCTOBER: Arrive in Iceland! We disembarked at the town of Seydisfjordur in the eastern region of Iceland, at the innermost region of the fjord with the same name. There is a very high mountain road pass to take one in and out of the area; a mountain pass that in the day to come we would become very familiar with as the snows set in upon the mountain tops. The whole village is surrounded by mountains and is a very scenic area.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sey%C3%B0isfj%C3%B6r%C3%B0ur

SEYOISFJAROARKIRKJA: SEYDISFJORDUR: This very charming blue church can be clearly seen just as one disembarks off the ferry, it’s in a pretty little area with many colourful buildings, and the church it’s-self is very popular with tourists. After a storm in 1894, the church was rebuilt, but in 1989 a fire broke out, after which it was renovated. Sadly it was locked, but we had a nice stroll around (fresh off the ferry) and seeing one or two interesting objects.

https://www.east.is/en/place/seydisfjardarkirkja

Those of you who follow our Grail Quests on a regular basis will realize it’s not the church, cathedral or the building as such that we visit but what may have been there, on or under the site in times long gone. There are strong connections here to other standing stones or monoliths we have visited, especially to the Swedish standing stone, the very special one from our previous quest. A forgotten Stone of Time, a real treat when just off the ferry.

EAST ICELAND HERITAGE MUSEUM: This was a small museum of local history and artifacts of the area. We did not stay long as amongst other things we needed to get on our way as we had a long a treacherous journey ahead. But i did take a few good photos. But we were both too tired to concentrate really.

HOFSOS: ICELAND: A long and often treacherous journey of 252 miles, across the snowy mountain peaks now lie ahead of us. A journey of over five hours, through wild stunning scenery to one of the most northerly points of Iceland, after disembarking from the ferry at 9pm this the morning, just a short couple of hours ago.

The road to Hofsos! (click on all photos to enlarge)

It was a long drive, but wow! What a spectacular journey through a magical sparkling kingdom. It was like being in a movie! We passed by snow topped mountains, through icy winding roads, by crystal clear streams and waterfalls, by ancient forgotten kingdoms and steaming, sulphur, spewing geezers – and this was just day one! The weather was quite bleak at the onset of the journey, but bright sunlight eventually came out to bid us welcome at our destination.

We drove ever northward to reach our destination, into a frozen land, strangely seeming to get warmer and sunnier the further north we drove, with both the sun and the moon as guardians and guides. It was a fairy-tale landscape which seemed as if it could have ‘blown‘ at any moment, with this deep aroma of sulphur hanging heavely in the air. We were close to the elements and the very power of the earth itself. We finally arrived at dusk, at the little ancient harbor at Hofsos, where we are staying for a fifteen night stay in an idylic Icelandic lodge almost totally on the very oceans edge. Fire and Ice it certainly was….

We got here! Lovely Hofsos at the oceans edge and a place where the earth magnetics cross!

See link below for lots of info and video on Hosfos:

Karl’s Vid: Waking up in Iceland

 

DAY NINE:

WEDNESDAY 1ST NOVEMBER: After good rest we were up early to travel 82 miles to Akureyrarkirkja, a trip through some stunning scenery with some interesting stops along the way.

SVALBAROSEYRI LIGHTHOUSE: SVALBAROSEYRI: What a gorgeous day today, it was a photographers dream day in fact, with the sky an unbelievable shade a blue, the lighthouse painted orange stood out against the deep blue backdrop of the sky. The lighthouse, built in 1920 was electrified in 1960 and was fully automated in 1995. It stands on the shores of a small promintery near Svalbardseyri and guides ships into the small port at Akureyri. There are small fishing sheds and traditional fishing boats nearby, rendering the whole area very photogenic. It is a peaceful area for exploring and simply unwinding and maybe discovering the secrets to ‘The Stones of Time’ of which it hides… This is an important site to us and the quests, the lighthouses is a photogenic extra!

AKUREYRARKIRKJA:  AKUREYRI:  Onwards then though more beautiful scenery and wild landscapes to the city of Akureyri. We had an unscheduled stop along the way at a roadside ‘thermal’ outlet, which was too good to miss. Of course coming from the UK, we had never seen anything like it before, this was a wildness never experienced before. Down amongst the geezers and thermal springs with sulphur hanging in the air, it was so exciting to come across! What an adventure! The thermal springs here are beside the road tunnel which runs through volcanic rock.

This is a prominent Lutherian church in northern Iceland, in the centre of the city of Akureyri, and built on quite a steep hill. It was completed in 1940 and built on the place where ‘Star Crystals’ were found in 1823 AD. There is quite a bit of work going on today at the church, with the completion of some amazing steps right up from the city streets below. Sadly it was closed today, but we had a good look round and admired the view over the city and afterwards had a stroll around the city, enjoying a nice coffee and some good quality retail therapy! Akureyri is one of the main tourist areas in this part of Iceland, with lots to see and do, and especially busy in the summer months. Something interesting and quite sweet really are the heart-shaped red traffic lights, which lighten up anyone’s day!

 

Karl’s Vid: Geo Thermal Springs

 

The ‘thermals’, the city and the church. Click to enlarge.

MOORUVALLAKLAUSTURS: HORGARVEIT: It had been a long yet very worthwhile day, with time to reflect as we drove northward to our last destination of the day.  After the lighthouse and church, as dusk was almost calling, at that time of day that photographers call the ‘golden hour’ we made our way to Modruvallaklausturs kirkja to visit Modruvellir Church, complete with it’s guard of very verbal geese!  The church here was amazingly open for us, and in a lovely secluded rural area. It was built on an older site of 1771. It was once the place of the  ‘gathering’ in  Medieval times.  A small quite plain looking church from the outside, and simple inside too, but warm and welcoming. The day was drawing nigh and night-time was fast approaching, coming much earlier here in Iceland than in the UK, and folks seem to be home from work no later than 4:30pm. We soon learnt why, as the roads became icy and dangerous, not to be ventured on to, yet still everything was stunningly beautiful. It was very crisp and crunchy underfoot as we departed with the sunset looking amazing over the icy land.

The beautiful area of  Horgarveit with the little church surrounded by magestic and serene mountains.
DAY TEN:

THURSDAY 2ND NOVEMBER: SIGLUFJOROUR AREA: THE SERPENTS GATE: This is the day i called ‘Bad Road Day’. The day we almost fell off the edge of the world and survived. The bad weather had truly set in. The roads had become icy and dangerous with no services at all on this ‘Arctic Circle’ road, for yes indeed we were THAT far north! We had been unable to get where we intended, but maybe it was never intended for us to be there. There was a ‘funny’ sense of reality about this area, known as ‘The Serpents Gate’, an area of a little known of portal. The whole area had a strange void feel about it, a sense of timelessness, yet also without time. It was as if it wasn’t really there, it was only our perceptions that kept it there. I did have a sense of reality being played out on some sort of ‘screen’ of our consciousness. It was a weird sense of reality, that for sure i did know… and it was an  area often frequented by Princess Groa Thorsteindottir, Karl’s 32xGGM, lady whom i would have loved to have met….

Karl’s informative video of this area

HOFSOS BASALTS: HOFSOS: On our return from the ‘Serpents Gate’ area we made our way through an area of stunning coastal scenery, which one never gets ‘used to’ in Iceland, to the area of the basalt columns, not far from where were were staying. The sun was really bright now we were away from the mountainous region of the ‘Serpents Gate’ on the edge of the Arctic Circle. The day was sparkling and beautiful. The basalt columns were right next to the cliff-top infinity swimming pool, sadly close at this time of year, but very popular in the summer months. It was very windy on those cliff-tops though, and i went as far as i dare towards the edge! The columns are marked in the same way as those across Ireland, yet this is not surprising if we consider how these lands were connected during the ‘Pangaea’ stage.

Basalt columns are a fascinating phenomenon that can be found in Iceland, as well as Ireland. These hexagonal rock formations can take a variety of forms and create stunning landscapes.

It is commonly thought that these rock formations, with their unique hexagonal shapes, are sculpted by natural forces that create stunning formations that rival the work of the world’s finest architects. However there is another thread of thought that originates from way beyond our human time-line, which suggests that they are not what we have been told at all, the truth having been lost in time (from our time) and that they were something much more important and are not natural at all.

HOFSOS KIRJA AND GRAFARKIRKJA: Just a short drive away, the most unusual site awaited us in the form of the oldest church in Iceland. Not only the oldest church but an unusual turf church. Unusual to us, but not so in Iceland. A pleasant little turf church that lines up not only with the ‘Rock of the Oceans’ but also also with the ancient pyramid there. As far as Craft goes, this site and this ancient pyramid is very significant to us. Back in times past Icelanders used to live in turf houses and we saw several while we were there, and even some more modern ones too, but only a handful of turf churches remain. Parts of the current church here date back to the seventeenth century, there is an old weather vane on top of the church with the letter 167 on it, but with the last symbol missing. Sadly the church is no longer open to the public for preservation purposes, but one can have a good explore around this lovely area. The oldest account of the church is from 1240 and can be found in the Icelandic Sagas. The church was de-consecrated in 1765 by a royal order of the king and used as a storeroom, then in 1953 it was re-consecrated by the Bishop of Iceland, after being totally rebuilt in it’s original form. The important aspect here is not so much the church itself but the alignment, it’s placement upon the earth and the fact that it is in alignment with the pyramid behind and the ‘Rock of the Ocean’ in front.

DAY ELEVEN:
FRIDAY 3RD NOVEMBER: BATTLE OF ICELAND MUSEUM: SAUDARKROKUR: We drove to what was the ‘other’ side of the ocean inlet of where we were staying. It was an interesting drive across causeways over the ocean, and it reminded me of the causeways in the Orkney’s. The water was high but not flooded, although i suspected that it could easily get so. It was a nice little town, and we had a lovely stroll around, even though it was very cold. The shops are mostly very simple, beautifully understated with not much in the way of frontage or signage and had a lovely traditional autumn feel about them. What i like about Iceland is that it is very unpretentious and what you see is what you get. The shops are nothing like in the UK, and it often feels like walking into someone’s sitting room or kitchen! The museum was interesting with a wonderful gift shop and cafe, so we stayed awhile browsing and having tasty lunch. There is a 3D interactive experience in the museum where one could take part in the Battle of Iceland of 1238, if that is one’s thing. The Battle of Iceland, revolves around the most famous part of the Icelandic sagas,  the Sturlung Era (1220 – 1264)
SAUDARKROKSKIRKJA: SKAGFIROINGABR:  The church (above), was  originally built in 1892 on the site of a Viking burial ground. It is said that in time this church shall hold the beauty of the Earth. Sadly it was closed today, but we did enjoy our stroll…

BLACK BEACH: SAUDARKROKUR: The Black Beach is indeed very black, due to being formed from volcanic rock, bought up from the ocean bed by the very strong tides here, and ground down in the process. It would have taken thousands of years for this process to happen, and today is a magnificent sight. It was so very cold when we were there with a biting wind, so only a few photos, but some great videos!

“The place shall be the saddled shore of time, and a beacon for others in time to come”

Karl’s video of the amazing Black Beach

 

DAY TWELVE/THIRTEEN/FOURTEEN:
SATURDAY 4TH/5TH/6TH NOVEMBER (INCL. REST/SNOW DAY): HOFSOS HARBOUR & SURROUNDINGS:  This is oldest harbour in Iceland and used since 1538 CE and on the ‘cusp’ of the safe zone, which was reassuring news to know, seeings there was a national emergency while we were there, due to the seismic activity down near the Blue Pool area. But a lovely place to stay here in Hofsos, right on the oceans edge. Nothing here but pure unpoilt nature where one can truly be at one with the earthly elements. Outside our little balcony is a old bridge across a fast flowing stream, very high at the moment, as ice is melting in the mountains and gushing down to the sea.

We went for a windy and fresh walk across the bridge, and around this little area, to see the ‘basalt columns’ along the shore line here. Karl had to help me as it was very dodgy underfoot and a real fear of twisting one’s ankles, but i held on for dear life and it was certainly worth it!  These are amazing to see and similar to other columns elsewhere, yet not quite what they seem, due to the manipulation of history. The wind got up during the night, and i spent hours just watching, for i could see the oceans edge from my bedroom window. I love watching the waves, even at night, such as on this occasion. Very soothing, even at night in the wind. I will miss this place….

All of Karl’s Icelandic videos are here.

I shall be adding mine shortly…

Riddle Three

I’ll tell thee a tale of a magical land
Of beauty and pleasure, a life so grand
Of things and of ways we don’t understand
Technology evolved got way out of hand
In a time and a tale, all totally lost
Twas greed and ego that turned all to dust
Fear thee though not, can it happen to us?
With our wars and our weapons, are we just as lost?
Oh riddle, oh riddle, oh riddle me ree
Don’t riddle, don’t fiddle, don’t mess up time
For time do’est repeat upon man’s decline
For whom is the ‘He’ whom knoweth the day
The ‘He’ whom knoweth man’s final say?

 

‘The Keeper of Scrolls/Guardian of the Grail’

‘moon.willow@ntlworld.com’

13th March 2024

England into Wales…..

And so we are on day one of another epic Quest into Eire. We will be travelling through England, into Wales across the seas from Hollyhead through to Dublin, then travelling in a mostly south westerly direction through Eire via some most amazing rugged scenery, of both coast and mountains. An epic journey through time and history on this quest in the blazing trail of the enigmatic Grail. We will be connecting to St Michael at many points, as we have always done through times mysterious passage. We will be travelling to the heart of many mysteries both physical and metaphysical in our Grail quest (also both physical and metaphyical) to unravel the mystery and beauty of the grail….

 

 

Day One: 12th September 2021: St Michael’s Church, Bray, Berkshire: Bray, is a large suburban village and civil parish in the county of Berkshire, sitting on the banks of the River Thames. The civil parish is far larger than the village itself and includes a number of other villages and hamlets, it had a population of 8,425 at the 2001 census. Bray has some exclusive housing, known, in the press as ‘Millionaires’ Row’, and Monkey Island in the Thames is associated with the 3rd Duke of Marborough and houses two structures that he built and furnished with paintings of monkeys, and the architecturally grade 1 listed building, Monkey Island Hotel. The Jesus Hospital is a red-brick group of almshouses founded in 1609 by William Goddard to house thirty-four of the aged poor of Bray and six of the Worshipful Company of Fishmongers, to which he belonged.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bray,_Berkshire

St Michaels, Bray is a grade 2 listed building and a Keystone church, dating from 1293, supposedly to replace a Saxon Church at  Water Oakley. It was partly rebuilt ca.1500 and extensively restored in 1857–82 by Thomas Henry Wyatt. It has a number of sculptures which may have come from the earlier church, including a damaged Sheela na Gig. The church contains several brasses from the fourteenth to sixteenth centuries, notably that of 1378 to Sir John Foxley, the Constable of Southampton Castle. Sadly we could noy get in but did manage to take some very presentable shots through the glass windows of the church porch.

St Michael’s Church, Bray – shots taken from church porch <click to view>

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St_Michael%27s_Church,_Bray

It is said that the Grail could have arrived in this area around 450 AD, in the era known as the ‘Saxon’ period when there was much migration going on from places such as Germany and Norway into the old kingdom of England. People were transient then, and with them, their possesions too. Like most churches, this current church is a replacement for a much older church. Many myths and legends surround the building of the older church. St Michaels is mentioned in the Domesday Book of 1066, when at that time it was located at the site of an old Roman cemetry. If the Grail did journey here, as suggested,  to St Michaels, it would probably have been a very challenging journey.

You can read more about the Keystone churches and the journey of the Grail in the forthcoming book ‘When thw Trumpet Sounds’ by Mr Karl Neville on Amazon:

Grail Bloodline Connections:

  • A Keystone Church
  • St Michael – past, present and future.

St Michael’s Church, Cefnllys, Llandrindod: Cefnllys is an abandoned ghost village, formerly a medieval castle town and boriugh near Llandrindod Wells in Wales. The settlement was founded during the 13th century by the Mortimer family in order to strengthen their hold on land in the vicinity of the Cefnllys Castle, with which the town was closely associated. The town was probably intended to become the primary settlement of the lordship and cantref of Maelienydd, but was unsuccessful and declined during the 14th century as a result of bubonic plague outbreaks, economic isolation and military insecurity. Despite this, Cefnllys retained its borough status until the 19th century. Nothing is left of this once thriving town and it is hard to imagine just how commercial a town it once was and you can read much more about it here and watch our own vide about it:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cefnllys

It is said that the settlement was concentrated around St Michael’s church, now a very isolated church nestling in the mountains, almost hidden from view from the outside world and indeed a merry game to actually locate it at all! It is found on low land next to the river, where there would have been easy access to the mill and a nearby spring. A series of earthworks surrounding the church represent raised causeways above boggy land, sunken roads in the direction of the toll bridge and probable medieval house platforms, as well as ridge and furrow patterns from open-field system agriculture which we managed to take photos of. Archaeological finds surrounding the church have been mostly from the Tudor period or later, however. the church’s structure is of 13th century origin, although the date of its founding is unknown and it was heavily restored in 1895.

Hints of the once thriving settlement and town can still be seen, as can the very intriging tree ‘grove’ <click to view>

The church of St. Michael was erected in the 13th century, but most likely it could have been built on the site of an earlier building from the 10th or 11th century. The earliest written references to the building date from 1291. During this period under the Norman rule, a settlement developed near a nearby castle, which became a royal borough with market charter. At the end of the Middle Ages, the castle fell into disrepair, and the village decreased to a small hamlet, with the temple remained, as a symbol of better times. In the 16th century, construction works were carried out at the church, probably from this period the southern porch comes from.

St Michael’s Church, Cefnllys <click to view>

A major renovation was carried out at the end of the 19th century. It included a partial reconstruction of the walls, replacement of windows and a timber ceiling. The church was built on the bend of the River Ithon, which encircled it from the north and west, and further south. On the eastern side, the church was dominated by an oblong hill occupied by Cefnllys Castle, which secured the only land route into the meander of the river.  The church was erected as an orientated building on an elongated rectangular plan, consisting only of the nave, without the externally separated chancel. On the west side, there is a low tower, and right next to it, at the southern wall of the nave, a 16th-century porch. The façades were most likely pierced by narrow lancet windows, perhaps doubled in some places.  Inside, the priestly part was separated from the western part intended for the congregation by inserting a wooden rood screen partition. Sadly we could not gain access to see any of these features or any of the ‘treasures’ contained within such as the oldest element of the temple’s furnishings, the octagonal Norman baptismal font. The late-medieval painted rood screen has also been preserved in the church, divided into 6 sections on both sides of the door. The roof truss and some of the windows (especially on the south side) are the result of early modern renovation. It is a Keystone church with connections to the Grail and of course St Michael, with suggestions in history that the Grail may have spent some time here around 1430 AD. See more in our video, where you can see the contours on the land from past settlements there and also a very intriging grove of trees….

St Michael’s Church, Cefnllys

Grail Bloodline Connections:

  • A Keystone Church
  • St Michael – past, present and future.

So at this point it was time to make our way to our digs for the next two nights – the appropriately named ‘Cosy Cottage, in Felinhell, in Wales. We were high up in the mountains, and the clouds were low over the mountain tops and in the shadowy dusk it created a very magical and misty effect. One could entirely see why Wales is known as the land of myth and legends. Finding our digs and letting ouselves in, in the pitch black is a story for another day…..

Wales, stunning, beautiful, magical and timeless…

Day Two 13th September 2021: Dolfellau Stone Circle Dolfellau: (Dolgelly or Dolgelley) is a town and community in Gwynedd, north-west Wales, lying on the River Wnion. We had not planned to have wander or indeed some lunch here, but Dolgellau was such a pretty and interesting town, steeped in history that it would have been a great shame not to have stopped. The town was formerly the county town of Merionethshire (now Gwynedd). Its main bridge over the Afon Wnion dates back to 1638 and the remains of historic Cymer Abbey, founded in 1198, can be seen in the nearby village of Llanelltyd. The stone circle on the Marian (the local recreation field) is not ancient, but left over after the 1949 Eisteddfod. Although those whom built it must have known a thing or two for it is situated on old energies. The many buildings, shops and walks here are full of history and ancient character; one can see why it is so popular and it is an excellent base from which to explore Snowdonia. The name of the town is of uncertain origin, although dôl is Welsh for “meadow” or “dale”, and (y) gelli (soft mutation of celli) means “grove” or “spinney”. This would seem to be the most likely derivation, giving the translation “Grove Meadow”. The Encyclopaedia Britanica in 1911 suggested the name means ‘Dale of Hazels’.

Pretty Dolfellau – well worth a stroll around with lots ot see and nice places to eat <click to enlarge>

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dolgellau

Our Lady of Seven Sorrows: Not part of our quest as such, but we were drawn there for a reason. There were some interesting artifacts inside one piece was very old and of interest, so including some of the photos i took and an online link for reference…

A bonus church full of surprises….

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Our_Lady_of_Seven_Sorrows_Church,_Dolgellau

 

A lovely relaxing lunch – just what we needed! <click to enlarge>

So after a delicious lunch we made our way to the Dolfellau Stone Circle, which was the main purpose of our visit here. Although this is a modern stone circle built in 1948, and were erected when the National Eisteddfod came to town. It is important to note that the circle was built on a much more ancient site of pyramid energy. There are indeed mixed and strange reviews on the internet for this peaceful little circle, which instinct tells me does indeed get used in the modern day and age. What the modern reviewers dont know is that like all Craft sites we visit, it is what is under the current structure, of whatever age that is really important; usially pyramid sites of energy and power…. Obvioulsly the folks whom set it up knew just what they were doing and why – another case of something important hiding in plain site for all to see, yet no-one does.. The circle does follow the ancient designs of stone circles and could best be describes as a marking point in time…..

If one looks closely one can see the lines of energy formed from the magnetics of the site <click to enlarge>

 

On the road again and Barmouth awaits…..

St Mary’s Church Llanaber: Barmouth: The drive to Barmouth on the west coast of Wales, (where the mountains meet the sea) was extremely picturesque, along some beautiful rugged coastline and Barmouth itself, although we only drove though it looked like a lively and arty place for a visit one day. Barmouth is a seaside town in the county of Gwynedd, lying on the estuary of the Afon Mawddach and Cardigan Bay. The Welsh form of the name is derived from aber (estuary) and the river’s name, “Mawddach” The English form of the name is a corruption of the earlier Welsh form Abermawdd. The community includes the tiny villages of Llanaber, Cutiau, and Caerdeon and it was Llanaber were were making our way to…

A scenic drive to Barmouth…

The church was set upon a solitary possition upon the cliffs overlooking the sea and the local railway line. The graveyard was on a slope with some interesting gravestones there, and some hidden Templar symbolism too, and a beautiful lingering perfume that seemed to come from nowhere which permeated the very air… Sadly though the church was shut, but it would have been lovely to go inside. According to one of the church websites, Llanaber is in many ways the original settlement for Barmouth and as such the church served the once thriving local ship building community. Sadly though, the coming of the railway in 1866 finished the shipbuilding industry.

St Mary’s on the cliff top over looking the sea, hiding a few secrets… <click to enlarg>

St Mary and Bodfan is a Grade I listed building, which despite substantial restoration work in 1860, is a well-preserved 13th-century building with lancet windows and arch-braced collar beams (16th-century) to the chancel roof. Ancient maps refer to the church as St Bodfan’s and an association with the saint is preserved in the name of the nearby Bodfan Farm, but the church is more popularly known as St Marys. The present church dates from the early thirteenth century. One of its great benefactors was Hywel ap Meredydd ap Cynan, the Lord of Ardudwy, Hywel was a great grandson of Owain Gwynedd and a near relative of Llewelyn the Great. In the north west corner of the church are to be found two ancient stones. One is the Calixtus Stone, placed in the Church in the 19th century and having been previously used as a footbridge on a neighbouring farm. The inscription has been read as: CAELIXTUS MONEDO REGI, and is thought to mean Calixtus King of Mona. Such a shame we could not gain access to see these ancient treasures…

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St_Mary_and_St_Bodfan_Church,_Llanaber

Grail Bloodline Connections:

  • Sir Thomas Neville (4th GGF) 1810 – 1893

In the morning we were catching the ferry from Holyhead to arrive in Dublin early evening.

More Irish adventures were waiting and i was so happy i wanted to dance with joy….

 

‘The Keeper of Scrolls’  January 2022

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In Blessed Darkness….

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

Never alone I wander through an age of eternal night time

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 sorrow; secrets hidden from mankind’s view.

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

I feel the truth flowing as blood upon the land;

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 truly sees their unwritten language of the past,

Who feels their energy and patterns of life reverberating 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 the Hills of Destiny to those whom would listen.

 

‘The Keeper of Scrolls’

September 2017

 

 

 

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’

“Some know… some dont know… many will never know they dont know…” 

All tellings evolve; life evolves, we evolve; we have to in order to move on. I have discovered that some poems and writing of mine keep growing, ever expanding with new inner meanings as my own understandings also change and evolve; my inner visions and wisdom are on a constant spiral of evolution. Pictures that portray a universal truth constantly flash in and out of my open mind’s eye. We seemingly, in respect of inner and outer growth, travel full circle yet arrive round at a point beyond the original starting point; that is true evolution and growth. The cycles of life and becoming, from a personal perspective of an enlightened being, as well as from a universal perspective, come and go also evolving, yet as we follow the spiral round we do not evolve to the same place from that from which we started. Each cycle takes us round to a different place; a different placement on our own circle of life, moving on, life in motion, as it should be.

I recently peered into a shop in a town in the Hartz Mountains and saw a beautiful bag that totally illustrates a poem i had previously written connecting me to the past, present and future on many levels; even to the history of the painting on the bag itself; the ‘me’ as i was in the present at that time, was totally in a peaceful inner place and looking to the future, thinking of those lovely roses on the bag and of what hope, peace and inner, higher level, self acheivement can bring.

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However though, and sad as it may at first seem, this can not be true for everyone and some folks will not evolve, will never climb those heights to greet their true potential but will stay forever in the repeating cycles of the mundane; will always allow the mundane lower realms to hold them firmly fixed in place. As Craft and as teachers we are always here to advise and guide; always here to show the LIGHT to any one who whises to learn; to evolve, but as the old saying goes, the teacher will open the door yet it is up to the pupil to walk through…. It is always sad when a creature of true potential chooses the mundane world, but life is a free choice and one must always choose wisely, whether in favour of a life less lived or the actual bigger picture…

“I am one who will always be smelling those roses in this life or the next ones”

I have been thinking a lot about inner peace of late and have reached the point in my life of acceptance of peace as being of and in the moment; connected to the momement; one must fully embrace each moment for the gift that it truly is. One’s happines IS in each current moment and no where else; YET it is those very moments which create our future happiness.

Maybe it is too late for the planet as a whole yet NOT too late to be enlightened, so to evolve above and beyond the mundane. All ‘traits’ have the potential and ability to be awakened and to use that within them that has aforetime remained dormant…

There are those whom constantly chose to tamper with the Old Ways, for their own ends and means and thus relay false teachings to the world, and thus the teachings do not make sense when thus tampered with; the cycles do not make sense; the teachings become flawed. For the poor ‘old god‘ does not know whether he is living or dieing… What has become known as the ‘wheel of the year’ in many paths, is very much an ‘earthly wheel’ and certainly not a regional one as it is often portrayed. What is important here to remember is the validity of your teachings and your teachers; are they of the universe itself or from a man-made ego based version of the truth?

“As the world turns, we acknowledge the truths of existence”

My own spiral of life resonates within and without me and is a reflection of the deep love & a connection to Craft that effortlessly flows and blends into every aspect of my daily life. Poetry, writing & photography give me further connection and focus and are also very much of the magic woven from my heart, leading me upwards and beyond the unknown mountain paths of time; always consciously being on the spiral.

Hidden among the deep mystery of our land lies the truth; often hidden in plain sight, often hidden within the very fabric of time itself. England is a land of magic & mystery and let non tell you otherwise. Here in these very lands you can discover portals, other realms, ancient magic and gliches in time and encounter others not of our own timeline, not of our realm and if guided discover so very much more of the unexplored metaphysicl realms.

Here at the home of The Priory on the internet, we are as an ever evolving path through time with hopefully many interesting articles, personal accounts, teachings, photographs and the odd secret or two… We follow and evolve along an ancient path of truth, very much for the modern world; we seek & we quest through time, always following our hearts and the cycles of the multiverse.

“Time reveals yet also hides it’s footfalls upon the land”

I recently doscovered this quote from Nicola Teslar on the interent; he is someone who was way before his time yet thankfully is being rediscovered. There is so much hidden in this quote to get one’s head around, we don’t exist in a linear plane of existence, but a dimensional one, the lowest one being us. It is everyone’s wish to experience the higher dimensions and many have been teased with tasters….

earth is a realm

 

“The Keeper of Scrolls” October 2017

QUEST TWENTY THREE: DAY FOUR:

  • ST MARY’S THE VIRGIN CHURCH: STAINDROP

ST MARY’S THE VIRGIN CHURCH: STAINDROP:  This day was to prove to be our most significant to date with many pieces of the quest jigsaw puzzle falling into place. The meanings and purpose of the past, present and future were to be revealed in the here and now; but yet as always only those meant to know will have heard the whisperings…. The church was full of very significant artifacts which were very relevant to our quests and to the teachings of The Priory as a whole. The metaphysical world simply collides with the mundane world here with some very wonderful and magical occurences revealed… It is of no further suprise that there are many Templar and Masonic features prominent about the church.

 

St Mary’s Church Staindrop from the outside, showing the ‘Eastern Star’ sundial above the porch, a good indication of more to come….

 

Nestled in the valley between Bishop Auckland and Barnard Castle on the main A688, Staindrop has been described as “quite simply one of the prettiest villages in County Durham.” It stands as one of the gateways into Teesdale, with its long village greens making it a typical rural Durham village. The village is also one of great antiquity with some evidence of neolithic activity, but it gained importance in the time of King Canute when he gave his manor at Staindrop and its surrounding ‘appendages’ (hamlets and houses) to the newly founded priory at Durham Cathedral in 1031. The church itself stands at what was once the Easternmost end of the village next to the Langley Beck, just past the magnificent Raby Castle, which we had visited a couple of days previously. More on the history via these links:-

http://www.stmarysstaindrop.org.uk/Staindrop/History.html

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Staindrop

 

Above are some general views of the interior of the church showing the beautiful architectural and artistic features within. <click on photos for a larger view>

The shield on the font is depicted showing the crescent moon and the Sinclair Cross, the shield or plaque on the wall depicts the alignment of two families (two bloodlines), the church records records a ‘Ford’ (my bloodline and lineage), the close up of the window shows the ‘merkaba’ a familiar ‘Knight Templar symbol, the kneeling pads show the Neville Symbols and the window (possibly) shows the ‘Three Mary’s’.

Let Karl show you around and take you on a tour of his own family bloodline; explaining in full all the ‘family connections’ and the ‘Templar/Masonic/Priory’ symbolism which abounds within the church.

ST MARYS CHURCH: STAINDROP

 

 

To see all the Neville Family tombs in detail, as mentioned in the video and read the historical writings please click on each image to enlarge

 

 

For me personally a most ‘magical’ discovery was seeing with my own eyes the appearance of what looked like a ‘moon’ or ‘sun’ on the church floor with clouds scurrying past; a perfect disc formed by the rays of the sun through the centre of the red rose in the window above. Directly underneath was what apeared to be the ‘all seeing eye’ but i could also see a ‘square and compass’. At a certain perfect point in time an alignment will occur… a snippet of this is in the video above.

There is so much more to this vast universe than our human existence or our human perception of it.

The ladder of knowledge is there for all to climb.

Happy in acceptance am i when i discover that what i once thought i knew was nothing more than human illusion…

Please feel free to contact us if you are curious to find out much more about our quests; on an England; on a history you thought you knew….

“the Keeper of Scrolls” August 2017

From the beginning to the end…..

For MG 3

Fortunately we still just about, live in a country with a culture where we can all freely have and express our individual opinions about anything and everything; yet at the same time respect our fellow creature’s points of view, even if they conflict with our own. I often see a lot of anger and strong opinions on social media; conflicting viewpoints, with ‘friends’ being ‘unfriended’ from peoples lists, when personal viewpoints are not shared ones. Quarreling about words is of no value and will only have a negative effect on those who listen or read.

In the blink of the universal eye, this does not really matter, social media does not matter, for the true purpose of human existence is yet to be revealed to the many. In future times who is to say what is right and what is wrong, for it is all subjective and relates to given timelines of humanity and current thinking modes. In future times, it matters not one jot who fell out with whom or who agreed with whom or who said what. When one ‘draws’ away from the insular traits of modern humanity, all this bickering and self opinions is revealed as totally pointless in the bigger scheme of things and is proved to be totally ego based. Many view this planet as a  ‘prison planet’ and indeed once one crosses over the threshold of profound knowledge one can see why so.

 

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Many cultures and religions on planet earth worship false prophets and false gods with people choosing to allow their lives and how they live them, to be dictated to them by man-made rules created by those whom wish to keep their followers under control and in total darkness. These people will never know freedom of thought and choice, and sadly do not know they have no freedom of choice in the first place.  Even the so called enlightened ‘spiritual paths’ also provide teachings not to be of truth, often based on man’s misinterpreted mythology; thus they misinform their followers too. But as said, we all still have freedom of choice so it is up to each individual to discover the truths for themselves or not; to believe what they want to believe.

Go tread lightly folks on this precious journey called life, see the unsee-able, look behind the mundane world and question everything, question the reason for everything, all the whys and the wherefores, seek truth out at every turn, even though it may not be where you think it is or what you believe it to be. Truth is not pretty and does not come gift wrapped with a beautiful bow, so keep an open mind, yet neither is it a personal opinion of any self-elevated individual human. Look above and beyond humanity for the answers that really are already inside of us, within our very DNA; for those whom are meant to know, really will in time, know and will awaken.

 

For MG

Where-ever we are on this planet peace is always to be found within each individual and has nothing to do with the control or illusion of religion or politics. Learn and evolve to become the best you can be, break the barriers of the mind in order to truly grow and to expand your consciousness, it is more than possible. Seek knowledge and personal growth; question everything you are told by those who would profess to know. The illusions of life are starting to collapse and new concepts of truth are coming out into the open and being embraced, so always ask yourselves, why all the lies in the first place? What is it that humanity is not supposed to know and why? All else will then start to fall into place, petty arguments and differences especially will seem pointless. Don’t be ‘mind-controlled’ but be ‘mind-awakened’ and make each step matter; find your own way, in your own way, be individual not ‘one of the crowd’. Do not follow established man-made paths and viewpoints, take a big step out of the glaring light, above and beyond the ‘roar of the crowd’ and try a little bit of quiet shade; you may just be surprised at what you will find there in the shadows…..

That is the thing though; the human species has evolved way beyond the original purpose and intent of its creators. Over time human brains have developed and continue to develop above and beyond the purpose intended, but they dont know what for or where they are heading with this. A little knowledge can be a dangerous thing; one only has to look at how mankind is destroying the planet by greed and consumerism; mankind in these closing decades has not treated this planet well and has allowed greed and the fulfilment of ego to be the ‘be all and end all’ goal. All the carefully created balance of nature now being thrown out of the window. Of course many more human creatures live in the dark than will ever evolve towards the light of full knowledge, of whom and what they really are. Most live in the moment in the glare of the ‘Neon God’ they have created for themselves and have not an inkling of the huge possibilities that could lie ahead. Yet for those with a passion and a yearning for knowledge, those with a deep love and a hankering for the ‘Old Ways’ and for truth, the possibilities for growth within the right hands are endless and boundless.

 

For MG 5

As a teacher and guide (of Craft) I will always endeavour to guide humanity towards open doors wherein this knowledge lies, but that is all a teacher can do; gentle guidance and encouragement; it is up to each individual, whether or not they choose it, to step over that threshold or not. Knowledge once gained cannot be ‘un-gained’ yet knowledge gained can change one’s way of life and thinking for all times; those things that were once unthinkable become the norm, the thinkable and nothing can and ever will be the same again. I love to teach, love to share and love to experience with students that ‘light bulb’ moment when I know that their lives have been changed for always, above and beyond the norm; it is and always will be a very rewarding experience to share this brand new beginning with folks. Time is marching on and nothing is infinite, everything has a beginning and an end, yet new travellers are always welcome, those seekers of truth, those creatures with a sense of adventure, with a deep thirst for knowledge who wish to walk the road less travelled with us.

Family is above and beyond any earthly blood ties; honouring blood ties of another kind. For those who wish to follow the ‘ways of the blood’, of the original way, the journey is often long and ardarous, with one questioning every aspect of one’s current life and it’s associations. If within my life I can change just one person’s perspective of their reality, if i can cause them to stop and think about the very nature of reality, then I am very happy.  I try and give clues, give pointers and directions for people to follow and to maybe study up on more. In time they may wish to join us in the fold of Priory; to become as one with ‘family’ or they may simply go their own way, forever enlightened. Whatever happens to planet earth in future times, one thing is sure, the species known as humans will survive the coming end times, albeit in numbers much, much less than we are familiar with today and that will be a good thing. Each student is guided by the Elders of the path to a place of safety within the physical and metaphysical realms where temporal doorways do exist to cross through. To those students who have suceeded through the mundane’s constant  tempting of  them not to succeed, the true beauty of reality will at last be revealed.

 

For MG 1

 

‘Stay well and stay sharp’

‘Fan go maith agus fanacht géar’

 

Craft Tutor and Keeper of Scrolls

June 2017

 

 

Loyalty and Commitment

“In perfect love, In perfect trust”

Oaths taken on the metaphysical spheres will always remain binding on the mundane..

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It is very easy in todays modern world to fail to consider, or even to not understand subjects such as loyalty, commitment and the taking of oaths, for they are quite deep and profound topics for many folks and yet relate totally to life today. Whatever one does in life, it is beyond a doubt that if personal commitment is not one hundred percent, then one is never ever going to get anywhere or achieve any goals; more so in Craft than anywhere else. Like-wise with loyalty, one must be loyal; above all to ones-self and to ones chosen path in life, whatever that path may be. Whatever one is involved in and whatever one hopes to achieve from that involvement, one is simply betraying ones-self if one falls short. One is of course betraying too, the trust that others have invested  in you.

Loyalty and commitment often go very much hand in hand with trust, in so many aspects of life. By being loyal and committed to what one desires on a personal level, one is also showing/proving that one can be trusted. Words alone are not enough, for it is in ones actions alone that the truth of loyalty and commitment are to be found displayed. How many times has one experienced the ‘could haves, would haves, should haves’ of this life, the people who when told of the endeavours and achievements of others are all too full of what they would have or should have done in similar circumstances, to the extent that it becomes very boring to hear and one tends to switch off from listening. For heavens sake i want to shout, “if you could have; then why didn’t you?” Empty words from empty vessels I fear…..

So then, following the path of Craft, of a Knight, how does loyalty and commitment relate to this? It is of course a lifetime of commitment, of ever-deepening loyalty and trust for all followers of the path, and each student upon embarking on the path will take many very profound and deep oaths; oaths that are bound in the metaphysical world as well as the mundane world. Those ‘who see and observe’ will oversee the oaths taken and will grant ‘passage through’ for those who are true of heart and mind. The oaths are never to be taken frivolously and never ever taken lightly, for the meaning of the oaths reach far beyond the every day aspects of life and yet at the same time will also see each student through their mundane as well as spiritual lives, if of course they listen to the messages contained within the oaths. While each student is free to leave the path at will at any time, their oaths will always remain binding and can never be ‘untaken’, never forgotton.

In the early degrees the commitment would be to attend meetings regularly, to be punctual upon the sphere of time, to study and to engage in Craft pursuits, carrying out all the tasks requested by the Preceptor. Loyalty is to the path and to Craft, to ones brothers and sisters of the path and to staying loyal and committed to each oath taken. Loyalty and commitment is in living the path as taught; having faith above and beyond the mundane and to always ‘walk your walk’. True followers will attain this naturally yet for others it may take time, patience and perseverance,  but if not, if loyalty and commitment are hard to attain, then perhaps another path would be more appropriate? As time goes by loyalty and commitment to ones ‘family’, becomes second to non, above and beyond the mundane and it is in the executing of these acts that others, especially ‘family’  know they can trust you, for every morsel of trust has to be fully earned.

One can set an example as to enlighten others to the true wisdom and beauty of Craft and can support all those interested and to always help them through any challenges that come along, but ultimately it is up to each student to tread their own path. My own journey and commitment has been a true revelation to me as I have never committed myself one hundred percent and beyond to anything else ever before. With my deepening commitment also came proof of loyalty, for as i learnt the Old Ways, I also learnt about myself and learnt that I could be true, loyal and committed to that which I knew to be the ultimate truths, to my very oaths in fact. Loyalty and commitment do work both ways though for in proving one is loyal and committed the barriers of time and space will be broken down as the Old Ones, who forever watch, know they can come to you as you journey to them. But it is something that, as mentioned before, is never to be taken lightly, one can never rest on ones laurels as it were.

When i took my oaths i never spoke the words lightly, i always had complete understanding of exactly what they meant on all the spheres and of whom would be listening. I always studied the words very carefully before-hand as often the words spoken contained within them a ‘sacrifice,’ a giving up of something, often an important aspect of the mundane and familiar world. Therefore no oath can ever be taken lightly or simply skimmed over; those that fail to understand this, simply fall by the wayside – yet those oaths will always bind, for the power of words upon time and space is magnificant, but often not considered.

I have complete trust in those who have tutored me, something that goes way beyond the fact that when I step over the precipice I know I will be caught ; it is not that at all, it is in the knowing and the knowledge that when I do step over; I can and will fly. It is something that has been instilled within me; a gift given. The loyalty, the commitment, the trust, it all goes without saying that with my passion and desire I can thus pass all this on to the world and instill within all, the lessons I have learnt. I do try hard to walk my walk and talk my talk yet it is through continuing hard work, dedication, loyalty and commitment and of course, great joy that I am able to do so. My personal journey, along with a few good old bumps now and again has proved to be a wonderful ride, a blooming amazing ride in fact and one that I forever embrace and one I never ever want to end.

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Updated February 2017/June 2020

“The Keeper of Scrolls”

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