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THE PRIORY INVESTIGTES: QUEST NO SEVEN

  • ALL SAINTS CHURCH SHIPDHAM
  • FURTHER CHURCH HAUNTINGS
  • REVEALING THE LINEAGE

So for quest number six we once again made our way into the beautiful county of Norfolk, where so many unusual tales and ghostly stories abide. All Saints Church is situated in a busy parish and the church itself  is the beating heart of the community and very active.  Shipdham is not far from Dereham and the church is on a quite a busy highway that cuts its way through the village and around the church and graveyard; which are surrounded by a high wall. Upon looking over the wall one can see that the tower of the church is crowned by what must be one of the mosr ornate spire crownings in the county. This late medieval tower is surmounted by a great wood and lead fleche, pointing heavenwards. It is completely out of character with the rest of the church and is almost eastern looking in design and could have been designed purposefully that way. This church is certainly imposing and has a great presence about it; a great energy to be precise.  

 

 All Saint’s Church Shipdham, showing the unusual ornate spire crown and the statue of the ‘walvebane’ above the entrance porch, also revealing one of the ‘Nevilles’ of our quest, whose memorial is a beautiful Celtic Cross placed just outside the main porch entrance to the church. What is fascinating is that that Celtic Cross has a crown prominitely placed at its centre; indicating a connection to the crown. <click on image to enlarge>

Such a beautifully ornate church would not look out of place in a big prosperous market town and one wonders why a church of such granduer is situated in a village in Norfolk. The church can trace its history back to the 12th/13th century and the top mof the spire is said to have been added in the 17th century.

To read more:  http://www.norfolkchurches.co.uk/shipdham/shipdham.htm

 

         The stunning windows and beautifully ornate heraldry tapistry inside the church that indicate a time in the past of great wealth and strong connection to the crown.

Once again let our lead researcher explain about the about the mysteries (hauntings) that happen at these sites and most importantly why and what they really are. He will go on to explain more about our quest and our reasons for being here; in particular the connection between the ‘Nevilles’ and the ‘Clarkes’ to Royalty and to the Duke of Norfolk himself. Click on our link below.

ALL SAINT’S SHIPDEN: NORFOLK

The funny thing is that a gentleman with a dog did appear at the church doorway while we were filming there, which was an uncanny coincdence to say the least. When questioned about the Nevilles he semed somewhat confused and was unable to help, although he did know other details about the church.

 

The Duke of Norfolk

Portrait of the Duke of Norfolk who has a strong connection to this site and to our quest

 

 

 Some examples of the ‘symbolism’ to be found within churches, especially prolific at the sites our team are investigating; symbols that should now be familiar to those of you following our quests. These symbols are certainly very interesting and not what they seem; having double or hidden meanings which relate to Craft, the Knight Templars or even further back and which are very far removed from being christian in origin. This all makes one wonder just who were the architects and designers of these churches…

Conclusions of the day:

  • Ghosts are not what we are led to believe; they are simply ‘echos of the past’ that ‘exist’ in a timeless enviroment.
  • Yet another church built over a site of immense energy and power
  • Another ‘Guardian of Secrets’ is connected to the site
  • Royalty once again also has a connection here, suggesting that they were ‘in on the secrets’
  • The symbolism within churches has nothing whatsoever to do with ‘christianity’; very far removed from it in fact.
  • Many churches are built upon ‘sites’ that have been purposefully hidden from the masses.
  • Churches are libraries of information; often hidden information.
  • The bloodlines and linaige of two members of our team are now revealed as part of our quest.

Intrigued in finding out more or joining us?

Please do get in touch with us via this webpage or email me at ‘moon.willow@ntlworld.com’

 

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‘Clarke’ another link to the Quest; another piece of the puzzle..

June 2016

‘The Keeper of Scrolls’

THE PRIORY INVESTIGATES: QUEST NUMBER TWO

  • BORLEY RECTORY & CHURCH PART ONE: THE FACTS
  • PART TWO: FACES FROM THE PAST

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It was a bright sunny (if not windy) day in March 2016 that we arrived in the small village of Borley in Essex. Anyone with a keen interest in the paranormal or places of unusual events or happenings, cannot fail to have heard of the infamous happenings and hauntings that, over the years, have occured at Borly Rectory and Church. The Rectory was demolished many years ago but the church is still very much here.

For a bit of useful background and historical infomation, the following links are very useful and help to paint the overall picture:

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

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

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

 

We wondered what we would find there; listening to other clips and snippets on the internet the signs were not good; the church had been well and truly locked to visitors for years, no one was ever around and lest of all welcoming, the small carpark was always chained across with no where else to park and the villagers activey discouraged visitors and researchers by going to the trouble of removing any sign posts that directed one to the village. So not a very good start then but never the less we remained optimistic and really looking forward to the day.

So imagine our surprise then, when as soon as we arrived at Borley Church, not only was the car park unchained allowing us to pull straight up to the church entrance, but there was also another car already parked there with a guy inside seemingly viewing the expansive country side through binoculars. We got out of the car, as did he and before we knew it and quite unexpectedly, freindly conversation had ensued along with introductions, who we were and our reason for being there; namely research into the Church and Rectory and the strange happenings documented to have occured there.

The next suprise happened almost immedietly when seemingly from out of nowhere two others appeared, also engaging straight away in conversation with us; one of whom was a lady who told us she had been taking a ‘tour’ around the church, yet i could not help wondering where the people on the tour actually were and there was ‘something’ unsettling about her that i could not quiet put my finger on; she seemed to be a bit ‘out of time’. Again all seemingly very interested in what we were doing there; not at all what we were expecting or had been led to believe about the village.

We then made our way around the back of the church where there appeared to be a much older area; less manicured and with much older gravestones but with stunning views across the rolling Essex countryside with light rays shinning on where ‘the bones’ are buried…

  We then made our way along the back of the church to the front again but on coming around the side to what was, only a few minutes ago an empty space, a gardener complete with wheelbarrow plus an array of various gardening tools and equipment was now diligently going about his daily buisness. Pleasantries were of course exchanged, yet curiously while we introduced ourselves, he in fact did not, but he did tell us a little more about the church and its history and its current application for lottery funding in respect of its leaking roof yet also making a big point of telling us that the Old Rectory would have been situated way, way down the road where modern bungelows had now been built upon. The church doors that only minutes before had been tightly locked shut and chained, were now wide open and welcoming and thus on our inquiring he bid us to go inside; telling us that the church is often open to visitors on a weekend, yet this was not a weekend, so very contary to what we had been led to believe and certainly not what we were expecting

.View of the inside of the church showing in detail the tomb and its placement, the  window directly opposite the tomb and a view of the altar.

Once inside the small church one can see that it is certainly very stunning with some beautiful stained glass windows of amazing craftmanship. But one can not help noticing the ‘family’ tomb, rising from floor to ceiling, towards the left hand side of the altar and how elaborate, well preserved and detailed it is, being placed directly opposite one of the stained glass windows. I myself felt nothing untoward inside the church; in fact i would say the very opposite, it felt very natural, almost as if we were ‘meant’ to be there and were placed inside of a (to us) protected enviroment.

At the very back of the church, outside the actual boundaries is a piece of ground very ‘different’ from the surounding area with a type of flora growing there which has been left in a natural state and unattended. This is in actual fact the site of the very original Borley Rectory which lasted up until 1161 yet had been added to and modified since 934 CE, but was subsequently demolished, to make way (i guess) for the now infamous rectory of the ‘hauntings and happenings’.

See the link below for a full account of part one the days happenings

BORLEY CHURCH & RECTORY: PART ONE

(Apologies for poor sound quality; it was a very windy day!)

  • So where is the real rectory?
  • Why were we given a red herring in respect of it?
  • Who was the mystery gardener, ‘tour guide’ and companions?
  • Why were the church doors open and welcoming?
  • Why does all this connect to one of our party?

All is revealed in ‘Faces from the Past’ (part two of our Borley investigation)

FACES FROM THE PAST:

After a full day of research and investigations at Borley Church on March 27th 2016, we certainly came home with plenty to consider and to think about. It had been such a truly amazing day where many anomalies had occurred; all being very unusual to say the lest. While still fresh in our minds; to help with further research we decided to try to record our immediate thoughts on the day’s events, there and then. Our team discussed the events of the day, the people we met and the ‘happenings’ of the day, seemingly not adding up or making sense.

Mulling over the day….

Upon discussing the many ‘oddities’ of our day at Borley we noted from watching numerous YouTube videos that it was apparent that previous researchers always found the chain well and truly across the tiny car park, which can only fit about five or six cars in it anyway. What the videos all say is that the chain is padlocked across the car park entrance making it very difficult to find somewhere to park, but on this day the chain was unlocked and we were able to drive straight in.

We had parked next to a rather elderly couple and thus chatted with them, exchanging pleasantries; the lady from the car advised us that she was from two villages down, a village called ‘Chapel’ (or did she mean the chapel?) She seemed to know a lot about Borley Rectory and Church and said she had been taking a ‘tour’ around the Church; yet they were no one else to be seen there. The gentleman who was driving the vehicle had a pair of binoculars and was generally just looking across the open landscape. But what was most odd was that when a question was asked in respect of Borley Rectory and Church; the lady’s face changed suddenly froze and went quiet stern…

Then almost within a moment’s breath, a little white van turned up and a mature gentleman, maybe in his early fifties gets out and comes over to us; again exchanging pleasantries; he told us his name was Steve and that he often came up to the Church, but was quite adamant in saying that the Church was normally locked and that he, himself could never gain entrance. He also said he had been to Borley Church at night time but had not really seen anything, although to him it has seemed ‘eerie’. We then went on to discuss the location of the Rectory, yet strangely he did not seem to know where it was, though listened avidly to our theories of where we thought it would have been; behind the actual church on the piece of ‘wild ground’ to one side. The next minute he seemed to go on a ‘walk around’ in that very direction but not into the actual Church area. The mystery is that none of us actually saw him arrive in the actual church area  but one of our party, when upon our arrival and initial walk around the church saw ‘Steve’ talking to a ‘gardener’ at the back of the Church as if they knew each other. What was more interesting is that the ‘gardener arrived from nowhere; he was suddenly there trimming a bush!

So to recap; the people there at the site at this time are us (the research team), the elderly couple from the blue car, (the man with the binoculars and the lady who said she was from ‘Chapel’), Steve (in the white van)

When we walked up initially and had a look at the Church there was no gardener in sight. The ‘elderly couple’ did eventually leave in their car, so that just left Steve and us and when we first walked up to the Church to start filming, there was no sign of any gardener, but when two of our party walked around the Church, prior to filming; the door to the Church was suddenly unlocked and wide open, the hedge strimmer attached with extension cable plugged in!  There was also a wheelbarrow and tools all ready and in action yet only minutes before no-one was there and the chain and padlock was well and truly over the locked and shut Church doors! The ‘gardener’ did indeed look as if he had been working on the bush trimming for some time; had been there a lot longer that had appeared yet only two or three minutes had elapsed in real time!

Steve then re-appears and disappears again and so for a place that everyone says is always locked and one cannot gain access to see inside the Church and that there is no one around; at the very moment we arrived it seemed to be a height of activity with people there and a gardener appearing from nowhere cutting a bush! The gardener also had ‘tools’ and ‘electrics’ that were not stored in the Church and neither did he have a vehicle in the car park! So a mystery that needs a lot more research and thinking about or maybe visiting again at another time of day to see what the experience will be. We have four different individuals; the couple, Steve in the white van and the gardener; four people in fact who suddenly arrived from nowhere, yet all the youtube footage tells of no-one ever being around, never anyone from the local village being anywhere near Borley Church but oddly, this day when we were there, it was a hive of activity!

Past and Present Become One: Findings of our Research:

So despite the information we had been given by the ‘gardener’ we subsequently discovered that Borley Rectory, the site of many unusual happenings was not, as we suspected, down the road at the bottom of the hill, but was of course just across the road from Borley Church, which of course makes perfect sense.

real rectorysite

Aerial photo showing the site of the old Rectory and it’s geographical relationship to Borley Church.

The old rectory, which had previously burned down, was as one can see, well within walking distance of the church and right where it needed to be. At the back of the church where we were filming on the day, is the site of the very first rectory, also needing to be near the church. So the ‘gardener’ did actually give us misinformation, as he said the rectory was way down the hill where two bungalows are now built; but why did he say this?

Directly opposite the church there are in fact two bungalows but not built on the old rectory ground itself. The rectory site is grassed over and the original vegetable patch is the only remaining evidence. The vegetable patch is however still used by the first bungalow, which seemed very strange.

This is where events of the day start getting very interesting, for upon coming home and doing avid internet research in respect of all the folks who in the past had a strong connection to the Church and the Rectory at Borley, but yet who are no longer around today; we were in for a great shock and many revelations to say the lest! Even though ‘somethingon the day told us that things were not quite right and events did not seem to add up; especially the folks we met on the day whom we had wondered; were they real people?

They say seeing is believing and this is what we saw….

HARRY PRICE: ghost hunter aka ‘our gardener’

   Harry Price: Ghost Hunter or Harry Price: Gardener?

 As the photos above show, Harry Price was the original investigator at Borley, yet also this is the exact image of our mysterious gardener in the present day. All of our party made the connection and recognised him instantly from the photos!

So the gardener appears to be Harry Price the Ghost Hunter who lived from 17:01:1881 to 29:03:1948. He has been dead for 68 years but seemingly well and truly alive on this particular day!

MOLLIE GOLDNEY: physic researcher aka ‘tour guide’

Mollie Goldney

This photo shows (on the right – looking at it) Mollie Goldney, who was also (or so it appeared) the lady in the second car, that appeared out of nowhere!

On the far left (looking at the picture) the gardener we met on the day, who also appeared out of nowhere. This picture is 1939! Again, we all recognised her as the lady we had met on the day! Mollie Goldney was a Psychic Researcher and died in 1992. She has been dead 24 years! Mollie has/had a wealth of ESP government research papers that she has in trust NOT to be published until the year 2020, this was her direct and strange request.

REVEREND LIONEL FOYSTER: aka ‘Steve’

Also in the photo, next to Mollie is the Reverend Lionel Foyster with his wife Marianne. ‘He’ also said to us that he is often there at the church, which would make total sense if he had been the actual Reverend of the church! So Steve is The Reverend Lionel Foyster who lived from 1878 to 18:04:1945. He has been dead for 71 years!

In the picture also is the Foysters adopted daughter, Adelaide and the Lodger’s son, Frank Junior. Again and independently, we all made the connection here!

LORD MARK KERR-PEARCE: aka the man in the car with Mollie with the binoculars

 MarkKerrpearceLord Mark Kerr-Pearce, was the ‘official observer’ for Harry Price. He  was also the second man in the car we met on the day with Mollie; Lord Mark Kerr-Pearce; a Psychic Researcher who was born in 1818 and who died in 2005, he has been dead 11 years! Again, we all independently made the connection as we instantly recognized him!

BURRYING THE BONES…

Foyers and price

The photo above clearly shows Reverend Foyers (Steve) and Harry Price (the gardener) burying the bones of the murdered lady; exactly where in our video; our head investigator Alek said they were buried, before actually finding this photo! After the bones had been buried here, was when all the ‘happenings’ started to occur in the church. Putting together all our findings, there is certainly a mystery waiting to be solved and one, which we will in due course return to.

See the link below for our personal thoughts on the day….

BORLEY RECTORY: MULLING OVER THE DAY

Joining the dots of the Quest

  • Clearly, the ‘gardener’ was looking out for us as he told us a white lie thus we would not be harmed. It is clear that the entities (ghosts) of today (27th March 2016) all welcomed us, especially inside the church itself, but they did not want us to go to the rectory site across the road.
  • Note to Priory Team: Clearly, we should take note of that warning and not attempt to go to the site.
  • What is of interest here is that our head investigator, discovered on the evening of March 17th 2016, that the wife of Sir Edward Waldegrave (1517-1561) is resting in the actual tomb inside Borley Church next to his wife (our researcher’s relative) Frances Waldegrave, which explains our encounters of the day and why the entities were welcoming for us and how by amazement we were freely able to enter the church.

 Edward: husband of Frances Frances: wife of Edward & relative of Alek.  

 There is a direct connection between Borley Church (built in 984 CE) and the Magnetic Hill at Warboys, if you choose to remain on this Quest, then more shall be discovered.

  • Sir Edward Waldgrave, buried here in Borley Church, was the chief adviser to Queen Mary 1st. When she had her coronation, it was at St Mary’s Church at Akenham that there was a major celebration to mark her coronation on becoming Queen after Henry died.

March 2016

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‘The Keeper of Scrolls’

GEHENNA

Wise words from the Priory 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

THE KNIGHTS BIBLE:

We are very pleased to announce the publication of the complete Templar practices in the form of

‘THE KNIGHTS BIBLE’

This a series of four very comprehensive books that allows the student/reader to have complete access to the Knight Templar self installations and preceptory teachings as taught in Preceptory, up to the 42nd degree.

The information contained within the pages of these very informative books has only recently been available to the general public though many authors down the years have attempted to gain insight into our teachings and ways, but only now has the true knowledge come to light to be enjoyed by those whom seek. These books are full of interesting and fascinating wisdom, knowledge and facts, including many magical practices that the aspiring reader can learn for themselves at home.

 

“I am personally very honoured and happy to have been a big part in the creation of these books and spent many a night happily burning away at the midnight oil, studiously compiling, editing and revamping the teachings and wisdom of my tutor in order to create these works. The Knights Bible, all four books are now available on Amazon”

 

 

THE KNIGHTS BIBLE: ALPHA. Before any student can begin to practice this art, there must be a degree of understanding. It is important not to confuse the following of the Templar Practices in this book with other registered or recognised groups. Although such groups may have a place in Craft, they tend to rely purely on copied or misinterpreted scripture. The elders of this path have, in their travels met and heard of various individuals whom profess to be of a sacred order or even to be at the state of a High Priest and on a many local levels, there are people that profess to being of sacred orders, placing themselves in groups of teaching and then spend endless hours reading from others published work to pass on to their groups. Sadly, in reality most of these infidels are nothing more than seekers, hoping that on the basis of their made-up, stolen, and purely out of context paths and assumptions, they will meet the right people in the right place at the right time to steal their knowledge. The only difference being that they will, on this occasion steal from a person directly rather than steal the information from books.

 

THE KNIGHTS BIBLE: MU.  That you redeem yourself from the society that you know, to explore the path of the many; to seek the truth. We have often wondered as to people’s religious belief system. Take a moment to consider what you actually believe in. Do you believe in a supreme being? Do you believe in God? Or perhaps you believe in another? You could ponder on that thought and consider a realm of possibilities, or maybe just read on a while longer and let us explore further, the meaning

 

THE KNIGHTS BIBLE: SANA. The Knight Preceptory exists to teach candidates up to a certain level – it is not a dark (or left) path. It teaches the Black Flame Lit, as the aspects of creation. We feel it is imperative to teach the levels that those whom may seek to attack would use. The Knight Preceptory operates to heighten awareness of Mary Magdalene in the role of spiritual teachings.

 

THE KNIGHTS BIBLE: OMEGA.  I am Love. I am Light. I am Peace. I am the Alpha and the Omega. I am the Master of Ascension at this time, In the presence of the Divinity and Infinity. And So It Is.

 

“Seek and ye shall find”

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I danced with death and I dined on souls
Drank the blood of many a good man.
I laughed with the Lords, made merry with the Ladies
As my years on the planet grew many.
As time and tide slipped quietly by, I saw governments rise and fall.
I saw the comings and goings of many a good King, but I kept me quiet and I kept me hidden and played by the rules? Not I…
I had fun with the fairest, drank deep from the wicked,
I slept under the trees and stars.
My home is where my feet touch the ground, my abode is wherever I am.
I cannot be reasoned; I cannot be fathomed;
Only a few shall know my name; only a few shall dance my dance, ever have the chance to know.
I am the first and I am the last; the rise and the fall, the magician and fool in one.
Let me know you and I’ll let you know me,
But find me first if you can.
And when you’ve found me; pray look again
For I am not who you think I am; I am not where i’m meant to be.
Many have sought me, though few have found me
But of course, I have always known you.
I know your deeds and I know your sins.
I was there at your birth and your death.
I have walked this earth right by your side.
I have heard your cries in battles of old.
I have tasted your blood on my lips.
I have cast my thread around the world to catch me a goodly feast;
The souls of man, the blood of man; always my sacred way.
You know not I; I know you well, for I walk in your dreams every night.
To those who can ‘see’, I will show the way.
But for those who cannot-who cares?
I dwell between the earth and the sky
On the firmament of earthly dreams.
You are never alone; I am always here.
I have been here from the very start.
I am here in this moment in your earth- bound life
And I shall be here until you die.
But I won’t give a dam for I am well beyond that.
I won’t weep on the day that you die.
For I know the truth and I know the lies and I know what is meant to be.
I can ride the tides across all times, for I know where I’m meant to be.
I can see you but can you see me?
Whisper my name and I’ll know,
But I won’t run to you; I will watch and I’ll wait for that moment of perfect time,
When you come to me with a pureness of heart and a mind that’s willing to fly.
Then I will open the doors that are bound so tight, then I will give you the sacred key.
So go sleep the sleep of the innocent lamb but be aware of the wolves nearby.
If you find me and I find you too, we can ride on the waves of time.
I will show you the way and show you the glory,
I will show you the truth of your birth.
But open your heart and open your mind; prove to be good and true.
The ways of the blood are the only way, the only way to be.
Do you catch my drift, do you catch my thread, dare you be who you’re meant to be?
But my children be swift in your very deed, for your time is running out; your fate has already sealed.
So on Destiny’s Hill I will await, I will whisper your name on the winds.
When the rivers flow red and the lamps go out; when the chariots are all aligned;
You will thus know me as I am meant to be, the Walvbane; shepherd and slayer in one;
But by then my friends it will be too late, for the trumpets will have already been heard.
You sealed your fate to your neon gods as you walked away from me,
But fear not the night my goodly souls, you won’t feel a fucking dam thing.
For I dance with death as the tide rides high as your souls I so gladly take.
Your fate I sealed at your time of birth; all swept away on the tides of blood, your chances came and went.
I am the One; I am the All
The first and the last, don’t you see?
I will kiss your lips with the bloodied rose, let you revel in my embrace.
We will dance till dawn, we can dance as one, we can tango the night away.
Then sweet sounds I will sing, as I lullaby you home and you dance to the tune of your death.
I shall soothe you home through day and night, to the end of your human fate.
It’s all been a laugh, it’s all been a scam, it’s all been a deadly game.
Most of you will never know and those that do aren’t telling.
If you fuck with me, I’ll fuck with you, as I raise my glass and empty the vessel, to a wondrous future foretold.
I am the Lord, I am the Light
Come dance, come follow me.

moonwillow/adueni 2016

‘The Keeper of Scrolls’

“Solve my riddle if you dare…..”

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

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….

 

“The last in the series of my ‘Earth Cycle’ potions; a little late this time yet still very relevant”

A magically charged potion to assist you in accessing your own inner realms of consciousness. Created of Wormwood, Kelp, Dill and Mugwort to connect you to the Energies of Autumn. Use for travelling within,  for connecting to the underworld and to the ancestral spirits and for increasing psychic powers.

These potions are individually prepared and magically charged as per our ancient Templar knowledge and wisdom. The potions can be used as an incense, kept in a pouch (hang in your home or wear as a pendant), sprinkled sparingly in a lighted tea-light or sprinkled in your bath water. Please be very careful around naked flames and using with candles.

Herbal magic, potions, spell work, sacred herbal preparations, the magical preparation and charging of potions and compounds and alchemy are just some of the aspects of the Knights Templar path; taught in the same way as originally taught many aeons ago by the original ‘Old Ones’

Autumn Altar

Autumn In the Gregorian year 2014

A warrior of the Serpent Path; always questing upon the sphere of time

Bringing LIGHT to those open to receive

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

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