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
“The Keeper of Scrolls” June 2016
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…
‘The Keeper of Scrolls’ November 2018
Wise words from the Priory teachings:
I sat alone but was not free
For the sight and sound did come to me. 
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
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
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
Penned May 2009
Go seek and ye shall find the KT/Craft truths hidden within my poem of words and rhymes….
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’
Into darkness I will fade 
Into a night that man has made
but through that gloom shall gleam the sun
When I am lost; and again am won.
Release! Release! I call to thee
In new lands across the sea
Let another, on narrow pathways, come to me.
Furthest and Highest, yet not beyond reach.
Choose thou well a path that will teach:
How the sunken is raised and emptiness is filled
And a wandering heart can finally be stilled.
Seek the Great Stone! Mark it well, with a sign
And those who see it shall know it is mine
And seeing shall ponder and certainly know
As the Ancients have writ “As above, so Below
And I shall guard the source of Greatness
Waiting by a teardrop
From neither joy nor sorrow born
In silver bound, Beneath the ground,
I am the Spiral Horn.
( a very old, stunningly beautiful and emotional piece of writing that contains many deep truths)
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
Betwixt the strokes of the clanging bell
Midnight hangs like a waiting shroud.
There’s a place so dark no shadows fall;
Tis a void amidst the changing years
So go not there for you’ll not return.
Behind the chimes of the old and the new,
Is an alleyway ancient between the realms
And in this place you must not wait
Lest you be seen by those who observe.
Only the brave will want to go.
Only the courageous will want to know.
For this is the land at the end of time;
The forgotten land where the Devil rides out.
If you hear him, you must close your eyes.
If you see his chariot above the skies
You must wish three wishes so he’ll then pass by.
Do not linger and do not look
For if you do, your soul he will pluck.
At the stroke of midnight
Just walk away,
Do not look back
And do not stay.
How do I know this?
How could this be?
Well of course
The Devil and I keep good company…..
The Devil Rides Out…
She always thought that she could swim underwater
She always thought that she was strong enough to swim against the tide
She always thought that she would forever exist outside of human dreams
But far too late she realised she was drowning…
She always thought her wings were forged of mighty steel
She always thought she had the ability to fly right into the sun
She always thought she knew exactly how to ride the winds
But she rode the winds straight into the fire…
She never thought that she would actually scorch her beautiful wings
She never thought she would drown alone in the dark night stream
She never thought that her world really was all an illusion
And that the horizon and the dream would always be just that tiny bit out of reach
What then, if she allowed herself to drown?
What then, if she allowed her beautiful steel wings to burn up and melt?
And then what would she be; just who would she be?
Alone and lost upon the shores of time the beautiful little fairy took her last earthly breath…
