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Long forgotton knowledge…

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December 21, 2021
Maybe there was a time, long long ago when vampires walked the earth. Not the kind from Holywood movies but the kind that took on human form and lived amongst us. Unbeknown.
Maybe there was a time long long ago that the people knew this and lived with this knowledge. Knowledge now lost for all time.
Maybe there was a time long long ago when knowledge itself was different and what was known then, is now no longer known. Creatures not of our understanding flourished amongst us.
Maybe there was a time long long ago, before the modern world, a time wiped from the history books, for fear of what modern humanity would make of it.
Maybe part of that world still survives.
Hidden.
Maybe there was a time long long ago when the Old Ways were the only ways and folks respected that and were ok with it.
Embraced it.
I often return to these times in my dreams, in my night journeys becoming one of them, following my blood tides and blood ties.
It is all there, like pages in a book.
Just as it ever was.
Open yet hidden from most.
Slip through. Shapeshift into a reality that awaits the traveler.
What was, can be again.
Past and future are all one.
Times peeling bell forever rings me home
As I slip into that magical void between the earthly years.
Embracing whatever comes my way.
Respecting the hidden ways of old, the lessons given.
For long long ago is also yet to be
And what once was, is now simply hidden within realities placed outside of human consciousness…
‘The Keeper of Scrolls’
1st December 2021
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Old tales…

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The sun and the moon

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

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

 

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

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January 26, 2021

When the sands of time run out

When all thoughts return unto their source

When the steeple bells no longer ring at twilight

And the city lights fade into an earthly past

 

When the shores of time are memories

When the wave no longer breaks the shore

When the moon and sun with truths intact, just cease

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

 

From the beginning to the end

From the new dawn to the ancient night

From high above the roar of human kind

Only one Light will shine

 

In the silence that surrounds you

In the becoming of my soul

In the Light I carry forwards

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

 

 

‘The Keeper of Scrolls’

<moon.willow@ntlworld.com>

January 2021

‘Still chasing the tide…’

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A Heartbeat in Time…

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September 2, 2020

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

 

‘The Keeper of Scrolls’ September 2020

moon.willow@ntlworld.com

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In Blessed Darkness….

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December 6, 2019

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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

 

 

 

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THINK OF ME

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June 13, 2019

Think of me and you think of Mary
Think of Mary and there I am.
Light a candle in the dark
Feel the love
Feel the warmth
Feel the Light.
See me and you see Mary
Touch me and feel her grace.
Gather on the shores
And see with clear vision
The truth that binds us.
Look at me and see Mary
Find her in the darkness and there I shall be

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“The Keeper of Scrolls” June 2016

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FATE WRIT

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November 25, 2018

Those moments in life when death calls
And one existence stretches seamlessly into another
Where reality unravels
And the sun and moon are no longer an illusion
Come walk with me into a world you do not know
A world where my footsteps have already marked my destiny
And my carbon echoes are writ upon times page
In energy and blood
Come walk into a time of endless night and day
A time of truth
Yet a time of lies
A time of choosing sides
Meet me on the other side
Or know me not forever
Step through death’s barrier
With earthly wisdom
And I will know thee
As thy true self
Yet wait I will not
Indulge thee never
For your true light only you must find
And if findeth not, accept that fate so given
As a traveller upon the shores of time
Just that, no more…

 

time

 

‘The Keeper of Scrolls’  November 2018

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GEHENNA

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January 27, 2016

Wise words from the Priory (now KORO) teachings:

I sat alone but was not free
For the sight and sound did come to me.                     Gehanna - picture only
A sight of old yet new around
The silence upon the golden ground.
A Ground so pure yet tarnished well
As man doth cold and hunger dwell
A ground to be within the sea
Yet most saw not what I did see
The sight above lurked further still
Yet on the ground they hardly knew
Of what was come and sure to be
A tale of crime within the sea
A sea so pure yet hunger yearned
As time and space did so learn
A height of walls and oceans full
Yet to the North one whisper called
A sound of sight and of delight
For in the ground the rising height
Of North and East so raised the sea
Yet of the North a raise by three
Such raise of ground and comfort still
A still of life for others knew
A knowledge of time and place to be
As thus the land sunk to the sea
Yet of this story did so tell
That man and beast shall inward dwell
For time has come and sure to be
As I sat alone but was not free

Teachings of The Priory
Shared by the Keeper of Scrolls

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Truth and Love

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May 18, 2015

 

Earth from Space

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

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DREAMING THE DARK; DREAMING THE LIGHT

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April 30, 2015

Celebrating Beltane/High Sabbat

Where do we go to dream the dark; to crack the illusion of the human heart?
Who do we ask and what do we do,
When the knowledge we seek is known just by a few?
How do we cross the Divine Divide to awaken our powers, free the spirit inside?
The Lady waits under the Perfumed Tree; in silence she has waited for eternity.
She knows not of time; she knows not of space; she silently watches and steadfastly waits.
Her enigmatic smile and her blossoms of white allure and entice to open our hearts.
Her musky odour and scents of the night, invite us in for the very last dance.
We are drugged by our sins as she spins us around and around, will we fail to see her clues on the ground?
Can we chant her words that will open the veil as she spins us around in a far greater game?
With her knowledge of black and her knowledge of white she can bestow great truths on this night of nights.
But don’t be deceived by the allure of desire, the trappings of flesh and her beautiful attire.
With the sun and the moon and the star in fusion we can dance the dance of human union,
We can draw down the stars from the Lady’s eyes; we can raise the power from deep inside.
With purity and innocence and a greater love, she will allow us our dance our moment of glory.
For from beginning to end she has written our story;
She can let us drown under the Perfumed Tree in the musky odour of our own desires;
Caught in illusion, trapped in a web, still spinning, still dancing yet totally dead.
When her blossoms fade and the world turns from green, when the frenzy of white combines with the dark.
When lust turns to love and innocence reigns; when this fleeting life is shown as a dream.
Who will we turn to; what will we do?
Will we know where to find her?
Will she want us to?
So go drown in the odour of the scents of the flesh for in this Merry Dawn your destiny rests.
Only a few will resist the pull and be soul fire cleansed in the dark lit flame.
Only a few will face the dawn, will see and smell the Sacred Union.
So feel the thrust of that sword as it pierces your heart
And go dance the dance of the Light and the Dark
 

Hawthorn 2

Penned May 2009

Go seek and ye shall find the KT/Craft truths hidden within my poem of words and rhymes….

 

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