Tag Archive: Truth


WEDNESDAY 24th SEPTEMBER  2025 – WEDNESDAY 22nd OCTOBER 2025

Traveling through six countries. England, France, Germany, Czech, Slovakia, and Poland for four weeks.

What an exciting adventure awaits us  – read below for part two!

 

DAY TWELVE: SUNDAY 5th OCTOBER 2025: Church of St Stanislaus. Skierniewice. Poland: This church has a direct connection to the ‘Desposyni’, the grounds on which the church lays has been the place of the entrance, among a few upon the Earth. When we arrived we were greeted with the strangest of sights, the congregation, for it was a Sunday, were scattered outside, almost awaiting to be allowed into the church. I realized that due to the church being so small, the service continued outside in the grounds, even so it still felt very much like a sign of control by both church and priest. The Church of St. Stanislaus isa historic Baroque temple built in 1720, founded by Archbishop Stanislav Szembek. It is known for its historical and cultural significance to the city and has undergone various restorations to preserve its structure and traditions. The folks and the energies there were a tad solemn, rightly or wrongly, but pleased to have been to this Sacred place. We got quite a few weird looks from folks attending, but never the less continues to take our photos of the church and grave yard, both of which did look very pretty decked out in their autumn attire.

 

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Muzeum Historyczne: Skierniewic. Jana Olszewskiego: Many interesting items here and of course a Craft connection too. Some great items from WW2 and some amazing artworks throughout, including some very demonic voodoo masks and artifacts from ancient Sumeria too. The chap on reception was very chatty and friendly too!

 

Time for a wander in the town and a delicous pizza to boot!

 

Such a pretty well-laid out town square with shops and eateries all around, looking amazing in the sunshine. We had a wonderful wood-fire sough dough pizza, then a wander around the town square with it’s pretty dancing fountains. It was Sunday and most of the shops were shut, but we managed to gather a few general groceries.

 

Always time for a lovely espresso and a delicious pizza – followed by a walk around this lovely area!

 

 

DAY THIRTEEN: MONDAY 6th OCTOBER: REST DAY: A lovely rest day – time to catch up on sleep before leaving Makow, Poland to journey to pastures new in the morning!

 

DAY FOURTEEN: TUESDAY 7th OCTOBER 2025: Memorial and Museum Auschwitz. Oświęcim. Poland: Of course over the years i have read and seen so much about this place, it did seem very surreal being there and i was unsure about what to expect. Obviously there was a Craft connection but i was still very unsure. The car park there cost the earth and the security team at the entrance were ‘jobsworths’. Apparently one needed to get tickets at the ‘other’ site which we had no reason to visit, so we could not get beyond the barriers, of both human and physical making – such is the way of the world these days – sadly all of tickets, barriers and money. The site was great for the ‘energies’ there though and Karl got some good material for his new book and some well made gifts from the shops there. I was amazed at how many coach loads were there, must have been at least fifty. Still we did what needed to be done, as in all our quest it is not about the actual physical site at all. I tried to take photos through the barbed wire that conveyed the history and feel of the past…..

 

 

Stay for two nights at Domek na Szlacheckiej. Graboszyce. Poland.

 

DAY FIFTEEN: WEDNESDAY 8th OCTOBER 2025: Tyniec Benedictine Abbey. Poland: The Abbey which is set high up on a huge cliff with magnificent views, is said to be the oldest Monastry in Poland, with records from 1044 CE. It is not known when exactly the Benedictine abbey was founded. King Casimir the Restorer is speculated to have re-established the Abbey in 1040 during his rebuilding of the newly established Kingdom of Poland, after a Pagan rebellion and a disastrous raid of Duke Bretislaus 1 (1039). There was some fantastic symbology at the Abbey, and Karl wrote on his  youtube page that it was great to see a Royal Mark in use at such a fine place. We stayed for coffee in the little abbey cafe, bought some lovely gifts and enjoyed the amazing views. The abbey was very beautiful inside and out, but sadly it had it’s own little ‘jobsworth’ there too, who seemed determined to stop me being near the altar and taking photos!

 

https://krakow.travel/en/380-krakow-benedictine-abbey-in-tyniec

 

 

DAY SIXTEEN: THURSDAY  9th OCTOBER 2025: Orava Castle. Oravský Podzámok.  Slovakia: Today we left Poland behind and journeyed though into Slovakia, enjoying the changing scenery and beautiful buildings, which in this part of the world had a very Russian feel about them. On a personal level i did find the ‘energies’ in Poland quite ‘chaotic’, but never the less we did see some beautiful places while we were there and today it was another such fantastic visit to Orava Castle in Slovakia, which was amazing to behold! We enjoyed a drive through scenic mountains to get there and then it was a steep old walk up the big rock to get to the castle, with lots of stops on the way, but very well worth the climb! We never went right up to the very top as there were far too many steps involved but we went inside the chapel, which was where we were meant to be. Again many beautiful symbols, marks and artworks within the chapel, one painting did look like a vampire in his coffin, but yet again we arrived without tickets because one needed to buy them prior to arriving! But a very kind guide let us in for she could see we were struggling…

The heart of this castle is within it’s tower, and myth and legend say that a ‘Being’ was once laid to rest here, and there seemed to be clues and Craft knowledge all around to testify this. The area was once known as the ‘Kingdom of Hungary’, the building of the castle  started in 1241 CE, but the top of the actual cliff has been used for many a millennia. Some great and important Craft symbology was to be found here at the castle. 

The castle has been used as a film set many times, and many scenes of the 1922 film Nosferatu were filmed here, the castle representing Count Orlok’s Transylvanian castle. Also in their 2020 TV adaption of Bram Stoker’s novel Dracula, Mark Gatis and Steven Moffat used Orava as their Castle Dracula. The castle has famously been used as a location in many other movies and TV adaptions, which one can read about on-line. There was an exhibition that commemorates the movie side of the castle, but as that was right at the very top, it was out of our reach. I was interested in the Alchemists Workroom though, on the lower levels and i did take many photos from there, maybe for further research and maybe for poetry. Also in the lower castle, it was the chapel of St Michael that had special Craft interest on this quest.

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

https://www.oravskemuzeum.sk/en/exhibition/orava-castle/

 

The artifacts were stunning here with much symbolism relating to Craft and this quest.

 

 Afterwards we had a lovely coffee in the town below, before a great drive through Slovakia with all the stunning mountain views to feast our eyes upon, before arriving at our next digs.

Stay Villa Koralka. Liptovsky. Trnovec, Slovakia for three nights

DAY SEVENTEEN: FRIDAY 10th OCTOBER 2025: St Nicholas Church. Liptovský. Mikuláš. Slovakia: A lovely visit to this church and vibrant town. Built in 1248 CE on the site of a much older church. The Church of St. Nicholas in Liptovský Mikuláš, Slovakia, is an ancient Roman Catholic church built around 1280 in the Gothic style. It is located in the center of the city on the Main Square, and it is considered the oldest architectural masterpiece, a national cultural monument and largest early Gothic building in the area, situated in the main square. A large influx of migrants from Germany in 1299 CE, of which one said Migrant would lay the path for the discovery of the Grail. Sadly we could not get inside, but took some great photos from the outside.

 

We spent some quality time in the town afterwards, a lovely wander, some retail therapy and a delicious meal!

 

 

An afternoon out in Slovakia – two churches, a coffee, some lunch, very wet rain and a wander around the local town. They like their florist shops over here, interestingly many are next to cemeteries, but they are are very much into autumn decorations here big time but without all the tackiness!

 

Church of St Peter of Alcantara: Liptovsky. Mikulas: As the rain set in for the rest of the day we drove a short distance to the church of St Peter, sadly again we could not get inside but managed some great photos despite the rain! This magnificent building dates back to 1473 CE. Once a major place of gatherings, it now lays strangely silent to the local people, unknowing of its real significance. It is a Baroque style Roman Catholic church and one could see it had many tales to tell and was once a monastery in the fifteenth century. 

https://www.mikulas.sk/en/visitor/monuments-of-the-town/st-peter-of-alcantara-church-in-okolicne/

 

 

DAY EIGHTEEN: SATURDAY 11th OCTOBER: We left our accommodation in Slovakia a day early due to ‘issues’ with property, some dissatisfaction and a lack of privacy. My rest day will need to wait for now…. So we traveled onwards for just one night, at a very swish property, then on to our next scheduled stop, another beautiful and very posh property for three great nights and a rest day for ‘yours truly’, so back on track. We did a bit of re-arranging in respect of sites to visit, but as in life, nothing ever turns out as expected. The thing about the quests is to be ready for the unexpected and to go just with the flow, for we are always where we are meant to be. As you know if you have followed me on the quests, we are not here to visit the actual sites (lovely as many are) but here for the secrets they hide, here for their histories untold, and here for what is hidden ‘underneath, often for many, many centuries’.

So rounding up, I wasn’t at all grounded in Poland, in fact i did not connect to it or it’s strange chaotic energies at all. However Slovakia is another matter indeed and i felt at home with the calming energies straight away. We had some supernatural encounters in Poland, nothing unusual for a Quest, but they just seemed to be more intense, one in particular proved many things to me about other beings and entities. Life is all a great learning curve and other life forms are to be greatly respected. On a mundane level I was really missing good quality real English crisps and thus endeth a wonderful week three! I ran out of marmite too!

See all of Karl Neville’s excellent  quest videos and posts here on his very informative channel below:

Please do get in touch if you are interested and feel that this path is for you and in the meantime we bid you a warm farewell…

 

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moon.willow@ntlworld.com’

‘Keeper of Scrolls’ ‘Grail Guardian’

 

“For even the Angels will mask themselves as Demons and Demons as Angels themselves”

 

 

 

11th September

One wonders just how far the human race will go (or have left) Probably no where near as long as folks think.
One can certainly see that the ‘experiment’ is failing – as it has so many times before.
Humanity has had so many chances to put things right and learn from it’s many mistakes but sadly that is not to be.
When i leave i shall certainly look forward to pastures new and new realms to explore and of course i shall take all my wisdom and knowledge with me for i was well taught…

 

13th September

Autumn has long been my favorite season, due to the change in earth energies that i find so invigorating. I love to discover how other countries tune in to Autumn too.

This photo is from a village memorial in Germany in the autumn time.

 

13th September

Viewing the world through ‘different’ eyes, one easily sees all the human flaws being played out over and over again, over many earth cycles and ‘so called’ new beginnings that never seem to amount to anything. I could go on and on but i think you all get the gist.

I jumped out of the illusion many years ago now, but sometimes it’s fun to still play the ‘game’…

 

15th September

Within the Serpent Path i tread
A truth resides, not in my head
I remember a time when dragons flew
Above my head in skies so blue
Oh how i love to remember so
Of all these things i knew, and know….

 

20th September

Blood is the essence of life.
Guard it with your own life lest others steal it away…

 

20th September

Am getting ready for another great adventure where i will be going to places way off the tourist trail, via many roads less traveled.
It just goes to show that what ever one’s age or physical abilities, where there is life there is always hope and adventure.

 

22nd September

There are many things that tie humans to the earthly plane (the mundane) so considering we live in an illusion, one can see how important it is not to get seduced by the illusion.
The illusion is so potent that when one perceives one is out of the illusion, it may be too late for what is perceived of as truth is yet another illusion – like a ‘false awakening’ in a dream…
Yet it is all meant to be, humanity has always been kept purposefully in the dark, and this current cycle more so than ever.
Differences, labels, separations, religions etc all keep us apart and by the time humans realize how important it is to ‘pull together’, it may be too late…

 

23rd September

Almost all ready and packed for another epic trip! Even though all food and clothes for a whole month away can be challenging i am getting an old hand at it now. Looking forward to more amazing views and experiences to come my way!

 

25th September

Lots of traveling, especially in non-tourist areas leads to lots of revelations on other cultures and of how they view us (from the uk). Looks, glances and chance remarks tells all. But no matter for travel and what is discovered while traveling is enriching for the soul. Seeing the landscape through newly awakened eyes shows me more than any history book or the misinformation taught in schools. As they say seeing is believing and not all is what it seems in this world of ours. Once one sees though this illusion there is no going back and one’s personal world changes for ever, for the truth is there for all to see -just look ‘between the lines’….

 

30th September

As a Craft person and Templar, one often needs to take a step back and accept that certain knowledge and truths will never be available to most humans. Many various ‘internet warriors’ do enjoy spouting off their ‘opinions’ as the truth, but opinions are just that, one person’s opinion and when folks loudly proclaim something i know to be entirely false, there is only one thing to do – just delete them. They will never see the truths of our existence as it really is, and has been taught to me as a Craft, and of course maybe were never meant to. Of course anyone has the right and ability to learn the truths for them selves if they so wish to and would only open their minds and see…. (of course Craft teachings are available to those whom wish it)

September 2025

‘moon.willow@ntlworld.com’

‘The Keeper of Scrolls’ & ‘Guardian of the Grail’

SUMMER MUSINGS….

6th August 2025

The interesting aspect of living in this mundane world is that not everyone realizes it, therefore it tends to trap folks well and truly in it’s grip, forever pulling folks down. The trick is to be able to rise above the pull of the mundane. Everything going on in the world today is of the mundane and is all an illusion, break the illusion and one breaks the pull of the mundane.
This is one of the teachings of the Craft/Templar path, it teaches one how to step out of the mundane; to rise above it. The mundane world is all about control, all religions are about control, pulling the blindfolds down, keeping folks in forever darkness. Even the more so-called enlightened paths all teach their own form of control and misinformation. In the degree of The Magi, we learn about rising above the ‘roar of the crowd’, which is all about rising above the mundane. Humanity will never learn and never break free of it’s bonds while still attached to the mundane, and yet cycle after cycle nothing changes and those who do speak the truth are often ridiculed and these days charged with crime, again all about control. They say the truth will set you free but at what cost, sadly though not everyone wants the truth, maybe just the brave amongst us.
There have always been teachers, observers and watchers amongst us hiding in plain site, just ready for a chance to share the truths….
Eyes once opened will never close again.

 

12th August

Have just re-updated week three of our last quest, as noticed i had cut short the days! So we now have a full week loaded with lots of extra photos!
It had been a very busy third week and what an amazing week of contrasts it was, from the glitz and the glamour to the ancient and profound, to the decaying and derelict. Yet they all have one thing in common, all are part of a larger puzzle that tell a tale of truth and illusion, all have that important connection to Craft.
14th August
Out of the corner of one’s eyes is perceived a flicker, a movement, a figure maybe?
Someone is watching, waiting, observing, seeing all, telling all….

Sometimes in the blink of an eye, a wanderer appears and is then gone….

 

17th August
Dusty halls and musty books
Curled up in a hidden nook
Spinning dreams within my mind
Visions of another time
Lingering perfumes, unknown scents
Demon formed or heaven sent?
In the corner a silver cobweb
Waits to cover my shrouded bed
Petals dried lie on the floor
A portent of a world no more
A book that crumbles in my grasp
That told me of my time, my past
So hidden in my sacred nook
I crumble like this dusty book….
17th August
I don’t mind saying that i am so bored with all this summer heat and having to stay inside all the time. There were things i wanted to do and go to, but i just can’t take the heat in any shape or form.
True i have had time to catch up with my writings, photo editing and online teachings, but i long for the autumn and winter and to be able to go out and about again. Also it has ruined my fitness plans, being so inactive.
Roll on dark nights and cool days!
17th August

On a positive note, being stuck indoors has given me plenty of time to re-evaluate my life and pinpoint what is important to me, and to embrace my future journey in this current life of mine. I have thought a lot about my path and how it is the most important aspect of my life. I have thought about the falseness of our reality and my ability through Craft, to rise above it all; to embrace the game….

 

August 2025
‘The Keeper of Scrolls/Grail Guardian’
email me at ‘moon.willow@ntlworld.com’

TIMES ENIGMA

Have you ever slipped through a void of time
That’s different to this of yours and mine?
For time is neither friend nor foe, time is neither fast nor slow
Time is life, time is death, time is now in every breath
Time is past and yet to come, a standing stone in time alone
A marker bright, a message clear, that only those who know will hear.
There are those whom come and those whom go
There are those whom watch and those whom know
There are words and riddles handed down, hidden truths never found
Time is all and nothing at all, a fleeting shadow cast on a random wall
A cloak, a shroud within the night
Killing and curing, revealing all
Time is an illusion, a saddled shore
A perfumed breath, a whisper of more
A shadow that comes, a shadow that goes
A written tale on an illusionary wall
Waiting for time may be too long
Singing for time may be the wrong song
When the spoken word is spoken no more
It is the waves of time that still kiss this shore
A vampire’s kiss in an illicit dream
Time’s fleeting reality is not what it seems
When the talons of time no longer bind
Will freedom then be yours or mine?
But do not wonder, do not you ponder
The answer is there in the great blue yonder
For the riddle of time was given to me
A riddle of time near the deep blue sea
For there I saw what no one else saw
The riddle of time on a sandy shore…

 

“Keeper of Scrolls/Guardian of the Grail”

moon.willow@ntlworld.com

3rd July 2025 – Poetry to make you think and light your fire!

A Yearning of Home….

I yearn to go back to the shores of time where dreams seemed real and life was mine.
Where time’s mirror cracked and i walked through, giving new thoughts to all i knew.
A perfume that hung in the air like a spell, where a timeless shore kissed a holy well.
A echo in time of a vast ancient land with tears of the dead falling soft on the ground.
A message through time from a land of no more, just the soft gentle waters caressing the shore.
A land we all know but few rarely see with whisperings of home only to me.
I caught a glimpse of reality on that day of days, a truth that forever has stayed and stayed.

‘The Keeper of Scrolls’
9th May 2025
<moon.willow@ntlworld.com>

‘PLAYFUL LINES – THE CLARKE LINE’

Quest 39 Wednesday April 10th 2024 TO Saturday 11th May 2024.

Another adventure awaits as we travel towards Europe and through to the Baltic countries on our Grail Quest, our quest for an earthly truth….

32 Nights / 31 Days (4 Weeks) traveling through Finland, Estonia, Latvia, Lithuania, Sweden, Netherlands, Denmark and Germany (eight countries)

WEEK ONE: DAY ONE: Tuesday 9th April: Leaving Cambridge to stay in Hythe, Kent overnight, ready to board the Channel Tunnel Shuttle Train from Folkstone to Calais on:

Video: Karl gives an overview of Quest 39

DAY TWO: Wednesday 10th April 2024: Across on the train and into Garrel in north-west Germany for two nights, a journey of 385 miles taking nearly seven hours. A smooth and trouble free journey across into Germany and the real start of this adventure!

Along the road into Germany….

Video: Arrived in Germany!

DAY THREE: Thursday 11th April: St Vitus Church. Dörpen. Germany: The Roman Catholic parish church of St. Vitus is located in Dörpen in Lower Saxony.  Between 1794 and 1798 a classicist hall church, built in typical Templar style, in place of an older chapel and was consecrated  in 1801. The church tower was built in 1883, demolished and rebuilt on the southeast flank of the nave. The interior is covered with a wooden flat ceiling decorated in stucco. In the crossing is a dome-like recess with a depiction of the Trinity. The oldest part of the church furnishings is a carved Pieta from the beginning of the 16th century. A wooden figure of Saint Vitus was created around 1700. There were some very interesting wooden carvings there, and statues too, with a very strong Templar and Craft connection. Females saints are depicted beautifully in the stained-glass windows giving the church a very strong female energy, together with some iconic serpent symbology too.Serpents have always been very important within Craft – hence why we are known as ‘The Serpent Priesthood’.

St Vitus Church showing the carvings around the walls and ceiling & the beautiful windows of female saints – all with a strong Templar connection. Click on photos to enlarge.

Video: St Vitus Church. Germany

Dörpen is a typical little German town, in the clean and thoughtful style one comes to expect in Germany. Spacious streets with shops set well back from the road and everything well looked after. After the church we enjoyed a wander and a coffee, stopping at a local bakery for refreshments, in the way of baked goods and a lovely espresso coffee.

The clean streets and bakery of Dorpen – time to rest awhile…

The Grail Bloodline. Bloodline of Karl Neville:

  • Fredemundus Desposyni 20.01.375 – 19.08.423: Nordrhein. Westfalen. Germany. Karl Neville’s 52 x Great Grandfather

Pfarrkirche St. Clemens. Wesuwe. Haren: The Roman Catholic parish church of St Clemens is located in Wesuwe, a district of Haren (Elms) in Lower Saxony. The old part is from the 8th century and two extensions from the 16th and 19th centuries. In 1510 the foundation stone of the church tower was laid to replace the wooden bell tower. It was preserved and the old church was then rebuilt. In this church are some very interesting carvings and statues, and at the top of the stairs some unknown (to the modern world) symbols of which only ‘Craft’ will be familiar with. The depiction of the Last Supper is also very unusual for a specific reason not normally known of…. Can you see what it is?

Video: St Clemens Church. Germany

The Grail Bloodline. Bloodline of Karl Neville:

  • Fredemundus Desposyni 20.01.375 – 19.08.423. Nordrhein. Wesfalen. Germany. Karl Neville’s 52 x Great Grandfather.

DAY FOUR: Friday 12th April:  Leaving Garrel, we had a long journey of 211 miles in front of us, a trip of about 4 hours. Upon the way though we did have a Craft connection stop, it is always enjoyable to break the journey.

St Peter’s Cathedral. Schleswig. Denmark: The cathedral was completed in 1200 CE, and is the main church of city of Schleswig and was the cathedral of the Bishop of Schleswig until the diocese was dissolved in 1624. It is now a church of the North Elbian Evangelical Lutheran Church, the seat of the Lutheran Bishop of Schleswig and Holstein.  It is very gothic in style with some beautiful architecture both inside and out.

See more details here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schleswig_Cathedral

St Peters Catherdral. Schleswig.

The Grail Bloodline. Bloodline of Karl Neville:

  • Sir Roger Woodchurch 25.04.1191 – 16.09.1243. Woodchurch. Kent. Karl Neville’s 24 x Great Grandfather.

Video: On the road. Denmark through to Sweden

Although a long journey, it was a safe and interesting, stopping for a ‘rest break’ on route at this peaceful spot…

DAY FIVE: Saturday 13th April: A Rest Day. After arriving safely in at Fågelmara, Sweden, today was a rest day for relaxation and recuperation, before another long journey….

DAY SIX: Sunday 14th April:  Leave Fågelmara and another long trip ahead of us, stopping along the way at our next cathedral. The journeys themselves are always very interesting with lots of points of interest along the way – one never knows what may lie around each corner….

Leaving Fågelmara, on route to Stockholm.

Linkoping Cathedral. St Persgatan. Sweden: The cathedral here is 800 years old, it’s first recorded history on this site begins in the 11th century, with the construction of a wooden church. Later, around 1120, a stone church was built, a basilica of about half the size of the present building. By around 1230 it became necessary to construct a larger church. It is an active Lutherian church and one of the largest Gothic cathedrals in Europe. It was an extremely blustery day when we arrived, making walking very challenging. The cathedral was undergoing renovations with big plastic sheeting flapping around furiously in the winds!

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Link%C3%B6ping_Cathedral

Inside and around Linkoping Cathedral

The Grail Bloodline. Bloodline of Karl Neville:

  • Lord Tescellin 29.06.1005 – 02.03.1072. Fountaine-les-Djion. France. Karl Neville’s 31 x Great Grandfather.

Espresso on the road! Then a three night stay in Sweden in one of the ‘Hoom’ hotel apartments before embarking upon a ferry trip to Stockholm.

DAY SEVEN: Monday 15th April: Storkyrkan Cathedral.  Stockholm, Sweden: Situated in the old town area of Stockholm, it is the oldest church in modern times. Consecrated 1306 CE, the Great Church, also called Stockholms domkyrka and Sankt Nikolai Kyrka (church of Saint Nicholas). The church lies in the oldest part of Stockholm down some narrow streets, but on the highest point. It was consecrated to Saint Nicholas in 1306 and still maintains much of it’s late medieval appearance. Hard to photograph though as in a very built up area around the cathedral, with old narrow street, little shops and of course visitors.

Walking towards the cathedral through the old bustling part of Stockholm.

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

Inside this old cathedral is much ancient symbology.

The Grail Bloodline. Bloodline of Karl Neville:

  • Peter Clarke  16/09/1291 – 21/01/1368  Karl Neville’s 20 x G.G.F.  Woodchurch. Kent.

Saint Gertrude German Church. Svartmangatan. Stockholm, Sweden: Just a short walk away, again own narrow streets, the German guild of St. Gertrude was founded on the location for the present church in the 14th century. While the guild was created by German merchants, their Swedish counterparts were often invited to take part in its activities. For example, King Charles VIII was elected in the guild’s building in 1448. The headquarters of the guild was gradually rebuilt into a church starting in the 1580.  Although the church was closed, it was set in a pretty little garden so we were able to have a nice stroll around outside. The church is dedicated to Saint Gertrude (626-659), abbess of the Benedictine monastery of Nivelles, in present day Belgium, and patron saint of travellers.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/German_Church,_Stockholm

The Grail Bloodline. Bloodline of Karl Neville:

  • Peter Clarke  16/09/1291 – 21/01/1368  Karl Neville’s 20 x G.G.F. Woodchurch Kent.

Time for a coffee and bookshop date amongst the little narrow streets….

DAY EIGHT: Leave Järfälla where had been staying to depart Stockholm with check-in for the ferry at 15:15: Two overnight cabins to arrive 10:30 am in Helsinki after 17 hours at sea!  End of week one!

Hey! Going my way!?

So this has been week one, lots of traveling plus some extra challenges and now well into this European Quest with revelations and Grail truths starting to reveal themselves to an eager student or any eager listener…

 

‘The Keeper of Scrolls/Grail Guardian’

AKA ‘moon.willow@ntlworld. com’

October 2024

 

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THE NORDIC CALL: WEEK FOUR

“Our last day here in gorgeous Iceland where the magic truly happened, where Craft came alive.

Everything, especially in Craft, is a moment in time, is a ‘perfect point’ in time, especially for each student. To stand still within time is something that is never sought in Craft as a student. Within the vibrations and journey of the life of a Craft, we all continue as students to evolve upon this earthly plain.

It will always be truth for me, my only way, my only path, whatever the year or time of day. One road, one route, one truth. Each quest is a journey of truth in itself,  for me and for my personal evolement in truth”.

DAY TWENTY TWO:

TUESDAY 14TH NOVEMBER: EGLISSTADIR AND SURROUNDING AREA: We had a well earned rest and a peaceful night after the drama of the mountains. We are staying near Eglisstadir, the largest town in East Iceland with 2500 population and established in 1850 CE. So time for a nice wander around the town and area before our journey home. The town is spacious and well laid out and all fairly modern.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Egilssta%C3%B0ir

 

 

DAY TWENTY THREE:

WEDNESDAY 15TH NOVEMBER: LEAVE FINNSTDIR: We were traveling today to Seydisfjordur to board the Smyril Line ferry to Hirtshals and once again enjoying two luxury cabins again with stunning scenic views of the ocean. But our adventures were not over yet! We left early enough for what should have been a forty five minute drive across the mountains to the ferry port, the day was bright and the sun was shinning and we were in high spirits. However things and the weather took a dramatic turn for the worse. As we drove only slightly up into the mountains, the weather rapidly changed. The snow clouds came down and the roads changed from drivible to undrivible in about five minutes. The only way to the port was up and over the mountain tops, and we were struggling as the car ground to an ominous stop on the slippery road up over the mountain. Karl made the decision to stop and put the ice-grip, snow pads on the car wheels, not easy on an already icy road with no footing and other vehicles coming each way, also trying to pass, but he did it, and we struggled onward with visibility at an all time low – in fact it was non-existant! Everywhere one looked it was white on all sides, on a steep mountain pass with no road barriers. One can not begin to imagine how weather conditions can change so rapidly on a mountain pass. But thanks to Karl and the snow shoes we were able to keep going little by little. It was challenging and worrying but i had every faith in Karl and his driving. When we eventually started to descend from that mountain and could see the port below with the ferry waiting – never, ever in all my life, was i so pleased to see this sight.  Coming down down from those mountain storms in Iceland, where one could not even see off the edge of the mountain, it was such a relief! No visibility, no road markings, no barriers! We only made it because Karl put those ‘snow shoes’ on the front tyres of the car! This then, this ferry was the best ever sight on the planet! but what a wise decision on Karl’s part to leave Hofsos tow days early!

Driving up into the mountains to catch the ferry home (no photos on the mountains as no visibility)

 

DAY TWENTYFOUR:

THURSDAY 16TH NOVEMBER: ON BOARD FERRY.  Once again as we sailed through the Faroe Isles, at barely dawn, the views were stunning, and i had not been seasick this time.

 

DAY TWENTYFIVE:

FRIDAY 17TH NOVEMBER: ON BOARD THE FERRY STILL.

 

DAY TWENTYSIX: 

SATURDAY 18TH NOVEMBER: ARRIVE AT HIRTSHALS IN DENMARK: We made it safely back to Denmark after all our adventures. A day of driving, straight through to Germany to stay two nights at Gnarrenburg.

 

DAY TWENTYSEVEN:

SUNDAY 19TH NOVEMBER: REST DAY: VISIT KARLSHOFEN: A little day of relaxation, a wander around, a coffee and taking it easy.

 

A war memorial near to where we were staying

 

The pretty little town of Karlshofen, near to where we were staying in Germany and ideal for a relaxing wander.

 

DAY TWENTEIGHT:

MONDAY 20TH NOVEMBER: BOARD THE STENA LINE FERRY:  So after all the drama, all the magic and all the wonder of Iceland we we actually boarding the ferry from the ‘Hook of Holland’ to Harwich UK!  Then home to good old England!  But what an amazing adventure we had, had and one that neither of us will ever forget. Iceland will always be in our hearts…

The ferry was a bit wet, but it was back to reality!

..and we met these two character, who say goodbye!

 

The Bloodline Family/Grail Links:

  • Princess Groa Thorsteindottir (32nd x GGM)  Neville Linked.  873–914 Birth 873. Hvammur, Iceland.  Death 914.  Larvik, Vestfold, Norway.
  • Provincial Ruler Duncan (Dungad) Of Caithness (32 x GGF)  Neville Linked. 871–910 Birth 871, Wick, Caithness, Scotland.  Death 910. Wick, Caithness, Scotland.
  • Olafsson Thorstein (33 x GGF)  Neville Linked. 858–888 Birth 858. Dublin, Dublin,  Ireland.  Death 888. Hvammur, Iceland.
  • Thurid Eyvindsdatter (33 x GGM)  Neville Linked  847–935. Birth 847.  Sogn og Fjordane, Norway Death 935.  Hvammur, Iceland.

 

“And so we left Iceland, that island of magnetics, of wonder and of tales to behold. We had so many adventures and some hairy experiences too that i can report on now i am home. Nothing ever stays the same for long and many changes manifested while we were there…  It is a truly beautiful land and I loved it’s wildness and uncompromising nature, i loved the sunrises and sunsets, i loved the energies there, the oceans and volcanoes.”

 

I stared reality in it’s face.

I saw as if i was seeing for the first time.

I could see that which had never been told.

I saw what had never been shared.

Within me they shall reside

Until i am reality no more….

 

Karl’s Vid: Quest Review One

Karl’s Vid: Quest Review Three

Karl’s Vid: Quest Review Four

Karl’s Vid: Quest Review Four

 

‘The Keeper of Scrolls/Guardian of the Grail’

‘moon.willow@ntlworld.com’

March 2024

“Our Swedish ‘hideaway”

“It was so enjoyably relaxing staying in our little forest ‘hideaway’ at Gustavsfors in Sweden, well off the beaten track, a little sanctuary, a community apart from the hustle and bustle of the world. Miles from anywhere and such a peaceful base to return home to each night. Gazing out of my window in the early morning, i could see sheep, dear and foxes, all feeding together in the mornings and shall be so sad to leave this lovely place, with it’s lake and forest. We have so enjoyed it here and truly settled in“.

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

WEEK THREE: DAY FIFTEEN:

TUESDAY 30TH MAY: AKERSHUS BADPLATS: SAFFLE: It was lovely, after our long journey to be able to settle down in Sweden for a couple of weeks, knowing we had a base to come home to, in which to relax each evening. Having said that, the pace of life was much slower in Sweden and folks seemed to have a different outlook on life, which did grow on one. Akershus is a traditional region and current electoral district in Norway, with Oslo as it’s main city and traditional capital. it is named after the Akershus fortress in Oslo.

Read more here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Akershus

Today was a visit to some natural outdoor baths set in the area of a very interesting ‘rock’ formation. Once a very busy place pertaining to an ‘off world’ settlement, not generally known of. It was peaceful and beautiful, yet a very profound and meaningful purpose hung in the air, when times were different and humanity had a different purpose. Times change and many truths become lost or buried in time and ancient rock formations, that never were just rocks, become just that… Everything changes over time and what was once known becomes the unknown in the modern world. It is almost as if time is running backwards….

ESKILSATERS KYRKA: SAFFLE, SWEDEN: Built in 1189 AD with an altarpiece from 1683, leaving one’s imagination to wonder what secrets are hidden within it. Since 1952 a small museum has been housed in the tower room. But today sadly all was closed. A peaceful and pleasant area with the church and grounds being well cared for. I managed to get a few shots through the windows to see the nicely preserved wooden pews – always a joy to see…

DAY SIXTEEN:

WEDNESDAY 31ST MAY: IMMANUELS KIRKE: HALDEN. NORWAY: The church has an equally dramatic past as the town itself. This current structure is the fourth church to be erected on the site. The original structure was built in 1683 AD, but burnt down in 1716 AD by two brothers attempting to get the Swedes out. Re-built in 1792 AD, another fire breaks out in 1826, leaving us with today’s structure that was completed in 1833 AD, to mark the 10 year anniversary of that which ‘lies below’. The church is on a very busy road junction, with many roads connecting here. Sadly closed today and a bit sad looking, the construction works right outside the church did not help the ambience. Some rather nice artworks in the grounds though.

NOTE: Interestingly all pyramid lines collect at this sacred point…..

DAY SEVENTEEN:

THURSDAY 1ST JUNE: REST DAY: Yes a rest day for unwinding and relaxing, for visiting a swimming area and enjoying the crystal clear waters and sunshine. All just a few short miles from where we were staying… Karl bravely went in but i just paddled my toes and admired the view!

DAY EIGHTEEN:

FRIDAY 2ND JUNE: GOTHENBURG CATHEDRAL: SWEDEN: Gothenburg is a huge sprawling bustling city that combines both the old and the new. Although we were there to visit the cathedral, a big end of year schools event was taking place, so we could not get into the cathedral, due to it being used by all the schools for their term-end presentations. However we were there long enough to soak up the atmosphere. The city was quite noisy because of all the celebrations going on, but in a fun way with a good atmosphere. The whole city was alive with these annual end of term gatherings and partying! There was also a ton of redevelopment happening too, with building sites and road closures everywhere.  Before the first cathedral was inaugurated in 1633, a temporary church known as the Gothenburg stave church (Swedish: Braderkyrkan) stood on the site for approximately 12 years. This was one of the city’s first buildings and the first church in the current city.

Read more here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gothenburg_Cathedral

After the hustle and bustle of Gothenburg, we escaped to the tranquil streets of the old town with it’s artisan shops, cobble streets and little cafes, that provided a complete contrast

HAGA: GOTHENBURG: SWEDEN: What a charming and pretty area, with cobbled streets and amazing, mostly wooden architecture. Certainly worth a visit for a relaxed time and some retail therapy in the quaint and unusual shops. There were a mixture of craft type shops, artisan and retro shops, lots of charming cafes and food shops and of course the inevitable tourists shops where one can often pick up some surprising and quality items. Shop items were often spilling out over the steps onto the pavements giving the area a very unique vibe.

Haga: the lovely retro area of Gothenburg

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haga,_Gothenburg

DAY NINETEEN:

SATURDAY 3RD JUNE: GUNNARSNAS KYRKA: SWEDEN: Closed but a beautiful and peaceful setting surrounded by stunning countryside, which we had grown to accept in Sweden. This stone church has a separate bell tower and was probably built at the beginning of the 13th century and is said to have been the farm church of the nearby Ekholmen Manor. In the first half of the 17th century, the church was extended to the east and got a three-sided chancel. During the 19th century, larger, round-arched window openings were used in 1882. Today we were accompanied by two surprising visitors, whom came and went in the blink of an eye, yet keeping a ‘watchful’ eye on us…

JARNS KYRKA: SWEDEN: The original grey stone church was built in the 13th century. The current three-sided chancel was added in 1726 during an extension to the east and at the same time the windows were added to the north. In 1745, an armory was built in front of the south-west portal and in 1862 the church was extended to the west.. Very beautiful but closed yet we did have an extra little treat or experience in the way of a ‘watcher’ making an appearance and chatting to Karl for quiet some time – keeping ‘tabs’ as it were…

Beautiful views all around and some rather lovely old Celtic crosses

DAY TWENTY:

SUNDAY 4TH JUNE: VIKING CENTRE: SAFFLE: The Viking Ship museum in Oslo was closed which was where we had planned to go, but what a revelation the Viking Centre, near Saffle proved to be! The Viking Centre is set in beautiful unspoilt countryside with a very alive ‘energy’ there, of course relating and connecting to Craft. It was just a short drive from where we were staying, and was a fascinating place to visit. Including an interesting exhibition with exhibits lent direct from Yorvik in York, England. There were very with good quality items for sale and very (Craft) relevant gifts in the little gift shop. There is a living viking village, a short walk away where local folks, students and academic people actually live a lot of the time, and make good use of their ‘Viking’ skills. They have built their own individual wooden huts, which are very cozy inside. Built so that visitors can get a good idea of how Vikings would have lived. Everyone was so friendly and accommodating and very interesting to chat too. It’s a brilliant place to visit with lots of interactive pursuits and displays for the youngsters. I took some interesting photos, the whole site and people were very photogenic.  Some of the photos are of an historic nature which i loved and there was plenty of historical items and information there, interesting to many folks.

Above are items from the Viking Centre exhibition.

Below is the historical Viking village and educational site.

 

A  stroll around the Viking Centre with Janis

The Viking Centre

DAY TWENTY ONE:

MONDAY FIFTH JUNE:  LEAVE GUSTAVSFORS: So at this point in time we were at the point of realization that we  were about to depart from this stunning place; a place we truly settled into and came to know of as home. Sweden has been stunning, a place full of lovely energies, lovely people and the most beautiful scenery with views across vast expanses of crystal clear water. Sweden has also been a place of great revelations too, especially for me with learning and understandings i never dreamt possible, on a Craft level especially and i for one am an a much more evolved person because of it.

In a few hours we shall make our way towards Germany via road and ferry, so new experiences await. Traveling back through Sweden  and Norway, to stay one night in the Kristiansand distict of Norway, staying in a house with it’s own resident cats!

DAY TWENTY TWO:

TUESDAY SIXTH JUNE:  We boarded the ferry in the morning for an 88 mile crossing and a day’s travel into Germany….

Spotted in  the Viking Centre!
Very wise those Vikings.
I will take their words onboard!

 

I loved the fact that we were hoping on and off ferries so often, sometimes only knowing this fact when arriving at the waters edge as below!

This area is certainly known for all its water, and ferry crossings cut huge chunks out of what would have been very long journeys around the vast areas of water by road!

I can’t really remember which ferry journeys these shots above are from as i did get a bit ‘out of sinc’ with it all. But hope you get the idea!

 

Karl and myself both have our own channels on youtube. Please take a look for more Quest info!

 

My youtube channel with Quest videos!

Karls Quest videos! Lots to learn here!

 

“Not all who wander are lost” Tolkien

“Memories are akin to my photographs and often feel like one and the same, recalling them when required, remembering as required, the ‘lady’ on the bench at the white-washed church, watching me taking photos of the gravestones. She sat on the bench and looked on. I smiled and gave her a wave. Yet she was gone before we were…. I remember both the cars turning up at the other church, then driving away as quickly as they had arrived, and of course the mysterious cyclists at the ‘skull and cross-bones’ church…”

“I remember the standing stone at the water’s edge and being drawn to it. I remember what it felt like as i touched it and can remember almost sinking into it and the exchange of energies that occurred there. I remember it’s ‘tree’; the Lord and Lady i said, energy lines? I knew nothing at that point of the stone or it’s story, of how there was a connection to ‘The Stones of Time’. I simply knew how i felt about it and that it was special.”

“I remember that aroma of bleach (or was it…?), i remember all the water and the ferry rides, the ‘fallen star’ in Karlstad and hidden away in the Viking Museum and all those lovely Vikings” I remember the ‘skull and crossbones’ church and of how special that was, and the ‘energies’ there, the blue folaige and the mysterious man and young girl turning up and pretending to take photos of random gravestones, yet in the background i surely lingered.”

“I remember all those mirages, every day, shinning and reflecting all over the roads. I remember being told that not everyone is able to see them, for i always assumed that everyone could, like it was a natural thing to see them. ‘A beautiful illusion’, a phrase to remember…..”

‘The Keeper of Scrolls/Guardian of the Grail’

AKA moon.willow@ntlworld.com

8th February 2924

TIS TIME…

I grieved for a love adored since birth
I grieved for my love, my home, my Earth
The future i wanted i knew was a dream
I tried to hold on, yet stifling a scream
A moment in time to stop and ponder
A great test of time to truly wonder
Are we traveling through mankind’s fall
A time to embrace or totally ignore
I saw mankind rise, and i saw mankind fall
I saw greed and envy, i saw war and strife
I saw not a feeling for this thing called life
Over the centuries no lessons learned
And on the shores of time i witnessed it all
I wore no blindfold, I saw the score
My sad, single teardrop in an ocean wont cut it
I cried and i cried but nothing could stop it
Mankind you came and mankind you went
Destroying the Earth you went all out, hell-bent
The innocent creatures you left in your wake
Didn’t deserve their death or their fate
A prison planet it was meant to be
But it could have been treated respectfully
Now all of those humans who let greed shine a light
Will atone for their sins in the darkest of nights
The ‘creatures’ that make, are the same ones who take
The ones that have watched as mankind cast their fate
You were a toy of the G-ds ’tis very true
Yet all that is wrong is down to just you
You lived out a life that was not accepted
Now you die a death you never expected
Like a field full of cattle you grew fat on your crimes
Fat for the ‘Old Ones’ to take when it’s time….
For i will be gone, will observe it all
I will witness mankind’s greatest fall
But do not fear, do not stress
It was never a given, was always a test
I once knew a land where time stopped still
I saw things that maybe were only for me
I reached out and grasped that which i quested
This moment, my life, i was fully invested
And no, i wasn’t living a dream
Everything viewed was meant to be seen
In the blink of an eye, the cool waters will rise
Rise up to reach those firey red skies
It was always written, always fortold
Within years of study, if i may be so bold
Under a dome, a greenhouse for sure
It has always been there, yet always ignored
Your governments lied, your scientist too
But i think in your hearts, you always knew
Too many anomalies, it didn’t add up
So now here we are on the edge of time
That party at midnight I knew would be mine
Yes i’d mentioned the ‘party’ in previous words
But nobody saw, nobody heard
So ‘we’ did what we did, it had to be done
But doing it was such tremendous fun
So i sit and i watch and i sit and i wait
I sit and i watch humanities fate
Way out of time, above beyond rhyme
You may see me again at the end of all days
The Feminine Light to show the way
Yet if still in your blindfolds
You never will never see
The truth of existence, or the real ‘me’
For i was always there, guiding the way
Revealing a path so true and profound
Yet many stumbled and cried on the ground
But time and tide and moments move on
Only a few knew the ‘song of songs’
The truth was the ‘word’ it was always said
But what use is a word to the already dead
Time is of essence, please let me not tarry
I have said far too much, i must not dilly or dally
Back to my perceived grind of a daily life
But a Guardian of Time i shall always be
So never ever underestimate me
I sit and i watch and i sit and i wait
As i cast my hands over man’s written fate…

‘The Keeper of Scrolls’
aka ‘moon.willow@ntlworld.com’ July 2023
Reverend Janis

“Know me and know whom i am.
See me and see me as i am.
Feel the energies and fly with me tonight
Or don’t…..

POEM: THE SERPENT PATH

The Serpent Path

“I found some old notes going back many years to a time when i was seeking my path, a path i always knew to be there. Over the years i have made many notes and had the thought of making these little notes and thoughts into poems. Here is the first one that is of my very personal journey into Craft, with some up to dates thoughts added too….”

The wheel turns and new times arrive through the gates of destiny.

Old doors clang irreparably shut.

New doors creek and slowly open.

What once was, now no longer is.

What is now, is never to be.

Within the chaos ahead a path intertwined with mine.

A desire.

A change, then never no more.

I dreamed of chaos.

I stood in that labyrinth, that physical labyrinth at midnight and screamed for change in my mundane life.

For deep dark chaos.

A yearning to be taken to the centre, to the darkness, to the desire.

To see what others do not.

To see the hidden.

My hidden was always there in plain sight.

My potions, my healing herbs, my culinarys sitting there on my kitchen shelf side by side with my hexing’s and poisons.

That old, ragged charm over the door, or the worn pouch hung on the tree near the gate. Did you not notice?

Kitchen canisters full of, well not food….

Yet within my healings and spells, a dream of a different future yet untold, took shape.

A shadow, a flickering, a whisper of a way.

A serpent uncoiling.

I was bound to the wrong path, by the false words, the fake hierarchies and the false knowledge.

I knew this.

I desired a way out; I desired truth however dark, that resonated on my soul.

An ancient path that came from before the dawn of human time.

I wanted that which comes from deep within, that which can bind with the without to achieve that perfect balance of dark and light, night and day.

I wanted connection to that deep well of inspiration, that deep dark place within my soul, that source that binds us all not to the Wyrd, but to the complete unknown.

I wanted to stand on the edge of human reality and stir that deep cauldron of truth.

Would i find my place with the energy we know of as the goddess, or would the energy find me?

Would he whom weilded the flaming sword push me and show me the way?

Little did i know at that time, that i had already been found by that force, that energy that was the driving force of all i would come to be.

I wanted to break all the human-set rules, become a part of a soul defining truth that I knew existed. But first I had to know the rules, learn the rules before I could even consider breaking them.

Down, down, down into the dark I journeyed, into the unknown, surrendering, letting go of all I knew.

A solitary journey.

Familiar faces came and went, as I turned away from false priests and prophets.  Yet I surrendered every corner of my life in love and trust and to the deep yearning of my soul.

I saw humanity revealed in a blink of an eye, a creation that knows not its purpose, a carbon footprint echoing briefly upon the shores of time.

I heard the wind whisper long and low and the waves wash over the saddled shores of time at sunset to erase all footprints with just one swift touch.

I felt the serpent awaken.

I waited then and only then for humanity to realise the truth.

The truth I had longed for, searched for and desired.

Deep down, the ‘trait’ within me always knew.

For I was never blind.

I saw the spread, the feast.

The blood on the table laid out before my eyes.

The food of the G-ds.

A painful vision, once seen, never unseen.

I was careful in what I wished for.

In that which I so desired.

Sure and strong and unbending.

I found the chaos, the deep dark chaos.

I found and fought the dragon.

I saw the illusion,

As Mary did.

Both Serpent and Moon at my feet

Dragon and illusion

At last falling into place…

 

“The Keeper of Scrolls”

aka ‘moon.willow@ntlworld.com’

April 12th 2023