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THE PRIORY INVESTIGATES: QUEST NUMBER FIVE PART TWO

  • WINTERTON ON SEA
  • SECRETS IN THE SANDS
  • HOLY TRINITY AND ALL SAINTS CHURCH

Our visit to Little Plumstead had been cut short yet the day had by no means drawn to a close for we spent a relaxing few hours on the stunningly beautiful and deserted beach at Winterton on Sea. This is a very interesting stretch of coastline for it is said to hide within its waters the point of emergence in the UK of a well know geographic fault line; the Madrid line. At one point along the beach, and at one point only, certain types of rock usually found underground, such as granite and pyrite could easily be spotted on the shore line, spewed up from beneath the waves by the tides. Other semi-precious stones such as cloudy quartz, milky quartz, moss agate, flint and different types of agate and fossils were in abundance everywhere, yet the granite and pyrite were to be found in just the one spot; suggesting an unstable seam underground. At one point on the beach huge chunks of pyrite have been strategically placed along the sands as a natural form of sea-defence.

 

 

The beautiful coastline with a clear blue sky and a close up of the twinkling pyrite <click to enlarge>

Sadly though the ‘geo-engineers’ were out in full force, as they usually are in this area and the once beautiful clear blue sky became a jigsaw of dull merging toxic chemtrails by tea-time….

The Parish Church of The Holy Trinity & All Saints: The parish church in Winterton  village was the last port of call for the day; with its very tall tower and unusually large size for a small community, it is certainly a very eye catching and immpresive sight. Its grand 15th century tower soars to a mighty 132 feet and is the third highest tower in Norfolk dominating the whole of the surrounding landscape. This medieval church is a mixture of styles and dates, having grown and changed over the years, when it almost went into rack and ruin but thankfully to the Victorian Gothic restorers we now have the wonderful church we see today. There is a distinctly nautical feeling about much of the interior and in 1891 on the Sunday evening after christmas, was held the first annual thanksgiving service for the safe arrival of fishermen and for the Harvest of the Sea; this Fisherman’s Thanksgiving was to continue for many years.

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Outside and interior showing the very immpresive tower and the spacious knave area of Holy Trinity & All Saints, Winterton.

One of the things that did strike me about the altar area of this church was certain similarities of decor to that of Santon Downham Church previously visited. The colours of blue, gold and red around the altar and the design used was certainly in keeping with the Knight Templar and Masonic designs employed at Santon Church, as too was the ‘real’ cross and ‘four corners of the square’ as portrayed on the altar cloth. So much pause for thought here….

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The ‘four corners’ and the altar cloth displaying the ‘real’ cross….

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Close up of detail from behind the altar, showing clearly the similarity of colour, style and design to that of Santon Down Church. The style, colour and symbolism once again gives clues to Templar and Masonic connections

Worth noting here is the fact that our lead investigator once again found a personal conection here at the parish church of the Holy Trinity and All Saints. He located a member of his own family bloodline here; a one James Bartam, indicating once again the fact that nothing is ever what it seems and that there is always something more than meets the eye….

J B

  • James William Bartram
  • Connection to the ‘bloodline’ and ‘Guardian of Secrets’
  • and thus our Quests continue….

Please feel welcomed to join our team for more revelations and fun social days out or to join The Priory too…

email me at ‘moon.willow@ntlworld.com’

      ‘Its a quest for a lifetime and beyond’

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The ‘star’ of the day……

The Keeper of Scrolls’

GEHENNA

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

Truth and Love

 

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

DREAMING THE DARK; DREAMING THE LIGHT

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….

 

TIME AND ILLUSION

Suspended in the illusion of Time.

Future and past tightly woven as one into the tapestry of destiny.

Ancient tales from the scroll of life etched onto reality,

Manifesting into dreams and desires that were once only that.

Time lines changed by those who weave the web.

But tell me, was it woven from the inner realms of my subconscious?

Or do the starlight worlds pull silken threads tight around my soul?

Tightening still as known worlds fade to grey, disappearing before heart and eyes wide open.

The Roaring Lion goes unheard as amber sunlight reveals the Serpent Path

And the Howling Wolf casts shadows of silver and blood upon my life.

I reach and grasp the thread, allowing the tide of destiny to flow within my heart.

The night sky becomes an open book for this eager clay born infant.

The words have always been written, yet read by few.

Only now can I even begin to read between the lines.

Yet who are we?

Us who hide inside this human form and dare to sip the Cup of Life, innocently unaware that it is we who are the Key?

That which is sought.

When Time unfolds, our future surely was always written by the Star of Insight and our paths already sacrificially trod by Messengers of the past.

Past and future only now become one and the unseen becomes the seen to those of The Way.

 

 A Warrior of the Serpent Ways; always questing upon the sphere of time.

Sharing and teaching to those who are open to receive.

Inanna -clay tablet

2014

 

 

Whether we realise it or not, most of us who are reading this do live a fairly good life; we have our daily ups and downs for sure, many of us struggle with health or finances, yet we are able to face our challenges head on as we move forwards in life. Life may not be easy for us, yet it is through our daily challenges that we learn, evolve and grow as people; we learn from life itself; indeed life is continually our ‘go to’ teacher – our learning curve. Our lives are not at all bad really; we do make the time to do the things we love and to surround ourselves with those we love and hold dear. We all work hard yet we still find time for relaxation; we have a choice.

After spending an amazing weekend recently listening to some of the very best musicians,  singers and performers in the world, I felt very happy and very privileged indeed to have the choice to be able to do this. But how can one continue to feel happy amidst all the turmoil and crisis of the world? How can one even consider personal happiness and dwell on such seemingly shallow subjects as ones image and personal appearance, when in other parts of the world innocent children are being blown to smithereens and beautiful creatures are being hacked or tortured to death because various parts of their bodies are farmed by humans for profit?

What of the world of war then – is not war just another ‘stage-managed profit project’ by those in the world with ‘other’ hidden agendas? How many times have we heard the phrase ‘the war to end all wars’?  Yet that never happens and it never will be the war to end all wars, while there is big money involved with one country selling weapons to another country and people behind the curtain forever pulling the strings. One has to ask who really are the ‘good guys’ and who are the ‘bad guys’? The answer if one is savvy enough to delve and to look behind the riddles given is not what one might expect at all….

Go ask yourselves what is the difference between a freedom fighter and a terrorist? Ask yourselves who writes the history books and why and from whose perspective? Known perceptions become deceptions if we turn everything on its head; but thankfully the doors of perception are changing and blinded eyes are now opening. People are beginning to ask loaded questions. Nothing is ever what it seems in this world, yet once the code is cracked the ways of the world start to make more sense and the jigsaw starts to fall into place; we need to look through the smoke and mirrors to see what’s really going on and who is actually pulling the puppet strings.  The thing is, not to be a sheep, get out of the field, be your own person and question everything put before you; lift the veil and really see.

We in the uk can still do this; we still have a choice and can still look down into the depths of the rabbit hole, we can do our own research, look behind the news, behind the media and question it all. As I said the good guys may turn out to be the bad guys and the bad guys knew the truths all along….. If only our eyes were opened.

So what has all this do with my amazing, healing and invigorating musical weekend? Well I was thinking that those of us who are able to find enjoyment and pleasure from our lives – we do need to harvest and harness those fantastic feelings and wonderful energies to use them to good intent within this world; to spread the truths, to educate, to use our energies as a healing, magical process on ourselves so that we can offer up help, truth and healing to the universe for the good of others, yet also on a practical level we need to use our energies to make others aware; to work towards the truths, spread the truths so to wake up the population to what’s really going on in the world and why; wake up to the hidden agendas and to the stage management of events around the globe and to share, share, share.

It’s all about being a warrior; an Ansar walking upon the sphere of time, whether in spiritual or practical mode we all need to keep on fighting, to use our personal inner resources and energies to teach and educate. Luckily, in my life I know plenty of people who are trying to make a difference and who have looked into the mirror of illusion and found it to be very cracked and grubby indeed. Just refuse to be fooled by the media or by what those in power and authority would have us believe; always seek answers and forever search out the truths for yourselves – its time to choose which colour pill to take, for it’s there in your free choice that your destiny awaits….

Coming up to the end of 2014 I am compelled to add another comment; ask another question: true freedom or a fabricated illusion? Only if you understand the question will you also know the answer….

Is life through the mirror always what it seems.....?

A Warrior; always questing upon the sphere of time.

Sharing and teaching the truths to those who are open to receive.

August 2014

Prayer to my Watcher

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’

“Some of us have walked this way before & will walk this way again; we will always seek out and find our true kin, our ‘family’ to walk with them time & time again”

“Thaddaeus was the female apostle of Malak; a part of the very first council. She has a Craft/energy line that continues on this earthly plane to this very day…..”

From the moment I first set eyes on him, when our eyes briefly met as he passed by and our gazes melded, I knew then that he was special. I had no doubt in my mind that he was everything that those whom knew him said he was, but little did I know at that time just how close we would become and of how our lives would forever remain entwined.

That deep connection was confirmed when I was asked to become part of his carefully chosen circle.  He had come down from on high after being on his own for prayer and solitude. His choice was made for those he wished as his apostles; his ambassadors in the physical world and I was to be one of those whom he would teach and share the truths with. I in my turn would protect him and continue teaching his truths long after this existence in his earthly body was no more. He taught me the truths of time and of creation; of the reason for his own existence and I knew that if the patterns of the universe were to exist, then our energies would once again meet in the future, recognize and know each other. I thus became his messenger; an ambassador of his teachings whilst out in the world and eventually and with great honour, I received the ‘K.e.y to the Kingdom’.

Had I know him as child? Some say I was related, a cousin; my mother and his mother the virgin, being cousins and so we may have played together as children, maybe if so then destiny was forged right then and there and a path laid out for me. But what is kin? For I was later to learn it was far more than an earthly connection. I eventually gave up everything that I knew in order to follow him and to learn his teachings of the truths, becoming one of the chosen ones; his bonded ones. He walked within the world of men, seen by many yet truly known by only a very few, as to whom he really was and the true origins of his birth. And so I was at his side, patiently learning and always thirsting for knowledge and willing to share, until the very end of that particular earthly stage. As one always eager for his words and teachings, i was to sup from the chalice of life at his table as he shared his blood, as he shared his life and I knew my body and heart would never hunger because of it. With my brother Simon I was there to the very end of that earthly phase.

It seems I took upon myself the courage to ask him why he did not manifest himself to the whole world, to which he replied to me that if anyone loves me he will keep his word and my father will love him, and we will come to him and make our abode with him. He who does not love me will not keep my words which sadly always proved to be so true. As always the teachings of the truths and why he was here among us were built upon a strong foundation of love and trust; a love and trust which went both ways.

I was always very wary of those who would claim to preach in His name, for they knew nothing of the universe and lead others astray, yet they fooled me not and I knew that time would reveal all; all the false prophets would be doomed and destroyed. Likewise though within the realms of Angels too I knew that there were those that did not keep their word and sought that which was forbidden to them, seeking the way of strange flesh which should not be their way at all and I knew this would be their undoing and they too would be held in darkness until the day of judgement came. To live in truth we must all be filled with wisdom and not as an empty cloud filled not with rain or a late autumn tree devoid of fruit. I knew the future to come, I saw it clearly and knew the fruit was due to fall from the trees leaving them barren.

Some say I was a martyr, had a courageous heart and yet I was only doing that which I had been taught to do; that which was now bound also within my own heart.  I was taught the truths of the earthly plain by him and of that which had bought him from worlds afar to these fertile lands; he spoke of his own world across the universe and his own origins of which I knew he shared with so few. Yet after all this time the truths of the world still go unheard across time and space and across the very plains of physical existence. He bestowed upon me, together with the other apostles, the other chosen ones, the flame of the Holy Spirit; we drank from the chalice of life with him and thus the divine light was forever to blaze above my head.

I was always to stand by his side, albeit often in the shadows at the edge of the group and often unnoticed by society; for that was my way, yet all his words became a complete part of me and a part of who I was to become. He led the Way and I in time became the Way also. I was close by his side on so many occasions, some written down while others not so and I witnessed him heal the sick on many occasions, guide the misfortunate ones and bestow the teachings of truth upon others. I even saw him occasionally despair at the thoughtless actions of mankind and make his feelings well and truly known, but maybe it was only those of us truly close to him that really knew how he felt.

I loved to be by myself to write down my words; the words that came straight from my heart for I knew that in a future time there would be those who would come along and read my words and would understand. I wrote my words for them. To this day many of my words still remain a mystery, my gospel truths unseen, hidden within time and attributed to others or simply disregarded, yet I know in my heart that those who find them will read and truly know.

Many writers and scholars have confused me, maybe on purpose especially the gospel writers, with Judas, not the Iscariot one I hasten to add, and with Lebbaeus and Jude also and at times they seem unsure of whom my parents and siblings were but does that really matter? One must ask what’s in a name and for what deeper reason did the scriptures appear confused; were they concealing something on purpose? For we must always dig deep to find that which we seek. I in my heart know of the truth of whom I am and why the truth has been hidden and diluted for so long within the world of men. Many usually great and renowned artists too, have been content to see me forever as a man and that is fine, for those who know me, thus know me as I truly am and it is forever the word of the truths that I have been trusted with that are important and not the teller.

At times I was greatly challenged because of who I really was, yet in time the people began to see me differently, honoured me and came to me. My challenges often gave rise to me being perceived as a martyr, though I was always following my heart and the heart of he who had chosen me and to whom I had freely relinquished my soul. I wish not for the populace to worship or venerate me, for I only wished for them to listen to the true words and to find The Way for themselves and to be awakened from the everlasting darkness of lies in which they reside and see the true beauty of the Light.

My journey was always one of forever seeking knowledge and I always had a hundred questions to ask. I needed to understand fully why some can ‘see’ while others can not and in time my knowledge expanded and the answers became clear to me. I further asked of him how it was that he manifested himself to us and not unto the world at large. But all things happen in time and with love, and time is not always the right time so we held our understandings within, until a time to come in the future allowed us all to stand together upon the shores of time once more.

Life after he was no longer within the physical earthy realms was taken up with sharing the truths of his teachings and with spreading his Word. His Divine Spirit and influence were always with me; that part of him never, ever left me and in that knowledge came great courage and great strength. I preached his truths all over the world that was then known to me; Judea, Samaria, Idumaea, Syria, Mesopotamia and Libya to name but a few and it is written that I took the Word of his teachings to Armenia.  Did I end up as a martyr with my brother Simon in Persia as the scriptures state or is my tale still unfolding? But what is certain is that a ‘Jude’ and a ‘Simon’ are to this day venerated together on October 28th, both dying together as martyrs in the eyes of the world. For this date is indeed a time of endings and beginnings and hides a tale of rebirth.

There is much confusion as to my earthly remains and as I said previously what’s in a name, so then by the same token, what is in the importance of my earthly remains or anyone’s for that matter, for it is within the wisdom of the teachings I shared and in the love in my heart that I wish to be remembered. For He that has taught and guided me; it is His truth and it is His beauty that will be forever bound within my breast like a bright shinning star upon the black waters of creation. For He that was then shall be again and those that were by His side shall rise again within the realms of time and so shall a telling be complete and our place among the stars once more affirmed. A cycle will complete within the land of time and prophecies told will come to be for those who walk The Way.

Thaddaeus as told to Su.endal 2012

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‘The Keeper of Scrolls’

Prophesy of the Horn

Into darkness I will fade Prophesy of the Horn
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…..

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