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Monday, 30 October 2017

The Kilmory Stone

A personal story -

At the age of 11 my mothers health deteriorated to the point that she could no longer function in society, My half brother and sister who were younger than I were placed in foster care. I was heading in the same direction. 

Whatever or whether it was a mixed blessing my paternal father took me in with his new family. We moved to another small village called Kirkcolm in The Rhinns Of Galloway. 

It was another period of another difficult circumstance, more out of the frying pan and into the fire.

Beset by bullies, self hate, grief and basically feeling ill nurtured and spiraling into depression myself.

It was the numerous spirits of nature in the local woods that saved me. Or at least kept me going and helping to change my perspective of my relationship with the great all that is Mother Earth.

The woods were large, once a country estate called Corsewall owned by the local Lairds called Lord Buchanan, it had become rundown and overgrown. 

More importantly it was Out of Bounds to all locals and policed by a bitter old Gamekeeper.

There was so much to see, explore and do, so many diverse trees and animals, it was my wild adventure. 

I discovered quite a lot about the nature of earths spirits and the fey became my family.

One of the things I discovered or should I say rediscovered, inside a copse of massive Rhododendron Trees was an ancient Celtic Stone. Next to the stone was a big hollowed out stone Cauldron with a massive fitted stone lid. Inside the Cauldron lived a big Auld Toad. We all became friends. Over the following few years I spent more time in those woods than anywhere else. I had little or no need for human friends as the area was my family.

I knew every path, every run and hiding place. I listened and felt everything. It was a child’s magical playground. 

Of course it was not without it’s dangers, especially as it was considered out of bounds to us mere mortals.

I would spend a lot of time upsetting the illegal traps that were set by the gamekeeper, much to his annoyance. This battle of who knew the land better progresses; I would like to think that I won that battle.

I was like a wild Satyr in those days, fleet footed, silent and invisible.

So back to the Celtic Stone. 

One day I went back to the spot and it was all gone. The local church had taken them away.

These days the Cross is up the hill in the Graveyard of the Church.

The Cauldron is aside the Church filled with flowers, the lid cast aside as of it did not belong. And the great big Auld Toad is long gone.

The Celtic Stone is described thus:

The Kilmory Stone

‘On one side, the hammerhead cross carries a rough representation of the Crucified Christ. Another figure stands below, flanked by two birds, a set of blacksmith’s tongs and an unidentified rectangular shape. It has been suggested that this lower figure is the Scandinavian hero Sigurd, juxtaposed with the Crucifixion to highlight the mingling of pagan and Christian beliefs in a region colonised by Vikings. On the other side of the slab, the hammerhead cross is decorated with spiral patterns, below which are two horns, a coiled serpent and a panel of interlace terminating in a pair of snakes.”

Although personally I see very little Christianity in the Stone. To me it is Celtic, Norse and Very Pagan.

Thursday, 29 December 2016


There is a spark, 

It soars like a lark,

It becomes a blaze,

Passion ignites possibility.

Through Magick, fire is tempered,

Through Will it is sent.

Probability and Intent...

Every word is a spell,

In silence a circle,

Let each act go,

To return inside, a spark.

Thursday, 31 January 2013

What is the Agenda

There is a need to say something
Not just anything...

The majority inclusive of myself have been had.
We continue to be had!

Love Light twinkles and fluffy bunnies hop too and fro over the open asylums surface.

We were deviated from the issues at hand by the numerous wishful thoughts of a better reality, we took care to share the ideals of a profound awakening.

The clocks spat the ticks and the tocks.
The Calendars turned to another year and nothing improved.

The world of man remained enslaved to greed and the perpetuation of this system based upon our value as cattle.

New injustices and terrors will be enacted in the name of freedom and democracy.

The banks and corporations will continue to dictate to the elected Governments policy to ensure profit.

This was clear when the Peaceful Occupy Movement were treated as terrorists by the authorities by the media and slowly usurped by agent provocateurs.

More money will be created to pay for the Industrial Military Complex and to bail out the very financial system that's corruption was so clearly predicted to fail.

Those fat cats lap in satiety at the trough of cream, while those of us way below in the food chain are blamed for the failings.

Many work harder, more productive against higher targets and demands for less. While many no longer work, made redundant.

Reliant on benefits and support which are often denied or cut to save a little, in a pretence to support the continuance of the failed system.

Slowly and surely though a few more awaken. It is a harsh slow realisation, not a global shift.

So what if we cannot change the world in its entirety overnight? We can however be awake and aware. And perhaps one by one little by little make a difference.

Be astute to question each source and open to enquire what is the real purpose.

What is the Agenda?
I Tego Arcana Dei

Location:Galloway,,United Kingdom

Sunday, 26 August 2012

The Powers That Were

"All matter originates and exists only by virtue of a force which brings the particle of an atom to vibration and holds this most minute solar system of the atom together. We must assume behind this force the existence of a conscious and intelligent mind. This mind is the matrix of all matter" Max Planck 1944

Even seen as the Tree of Life, within the construct of the very matrix of perception.

We as beings energise the matrix, and to change it we need to change our perceptions of it. This is done at the smallest levels for as - That Which is Above is Below so we are the Cup Bearers of the Macrocosm.

We first deny their reality, usurp their energy. The system becomes open via disorder and by entropy we give their control over to dissolution.

The media of Psy-Ops will lay in their own waste.

No more will those who seek to travel via the Astral Body be delayed by the passwords and gates that stop our psychological revolution.

No more false trails that lead you back to where you once began.

This is the sidestep the curve ball. So take the sidestep. No more requirement to continue to triangulate your souls by the short journey of life from World to Devil to Death... Step off via ART.

Do not call them The Powers that Be - call them The Powers That Were.

The decision regarding their timeline was was made some years ago.

And they have built an ongoing matrix that most can now see around them in your daily affairs and you ask what can we do?

Recognise your self your actions and the consequences of accepting their reality over your own.

So as the cup bearers of the macrocosm within your own diverse microcosm you can change the matrix in this reality and in doing so change the path of existence for the better.

The way is being cleared, hundreds are actively now taking control, rejection of numerous control systems that for thousands of years enslaved you are being removed.

As each errant knight strikes further outward in extension they lance the poisons of corruption.

No need to be governed when nature is the Goddess, no need to be told how to worship by churches and ministry. The journey to receive spirit is your own purpose.

And above us all out with this matrix or the next the very energies of the multiverse cascade towards that inner grail that is your heart.

Look at each other as family, recognise the spark within.

And remember they are The Powers That Were.

Khabs Am Pekht


The Magus 9°= 2□ XI°



I Tego Arcana Dei
Location:United Kingdom

Thursday, 23 August 2012

Luisliu, (Delight of the Eye).

In dawn she whispers to me her warm lips caress from lips to navel...

Ubiquitous you are found around me; I wear your kisses like a tree wears leafs to bask in golden sun drops.

Combinare we exist as one to the other, my boughs sigh in the breath of your inhalation.

Climb and explore my branches the top most secrets. They will not tell of us apart.

Perennial we evolve secure, deep rooted memories that to others appear obscure.
No matter to us, for in this matter we are understood.

Such exchanges cambrian, one nourishes the other, to settle core secured a story circles of heartwood within. This also they can never know.

Season will pass, shoot forth to bud and blossomed berry. An environment extendere to service the world.

Synthesis in balance, so numerous, apparent opposites in actuality no more conflict.

Some may objectify our apparel as happiness, it is deeper than that, higher than this... Complimentary, Content.

Come fall, we shed and feed our earth and prepare for cycles new.
In winters cold commensal we share all memories stored.

Once again to spring saps rising we shimmer and shine. Long ages past and new. Nous in abundance such natural love, and feelings divine.

Jonathan MacLean-Lambie 2012

Sunday, 19 August 2012

To Be

This month I have nothing to add.

I have much to consider, yet nothing to verbalize.

When or if there is anything to share I will however, in the meantime I am observing the convergence of several timelines and I cannot perceive which one will bubble to the top or which one is better than the other, outside of a timeline which is created by the divine and received as manifest upon the mundane.

We live in interesting times. Then I would feel that we always have.

Within this interim you can find me.


Be good to each other.

Boomtime - Bureaucracy 13 YOLD 3178

Sunday, 15 July 2012

Thus spake Master Pan-Essence

It can get obscure up here.
The realisation that within this construct the poles have shifted.

What was once down is up. All is in flux and reversal.

It is a requirement.

The most difficult parts of experience are those which are yet to be fully understood and verbally expressed.

Zarathrustra and Gnome

“Silence is worse; all truths that are kept silent become poisonous.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

To be honest with oneself one is required to walk their talk.

Initial constructs apply.
Visuals, Sounds, Colours, Codex and they can leave a cornucopia of interpretation.

To grasp that all of this sprang forth from one question?

3 then 2 Tarot Cards

A bout of suffocating Panic and Flatness at the same time.

And a picture of the Sky

To then have the stamina of will to realise all of that which is above.
To take it and work with it in the understanding that it is only after all energy, that can be worked with, broken in to its parts and solved.
As Alchemy and Art.

Yes there are enemies at the edge of the lower fields.

For if you are not part of the new then you are part of the old.

“The lonely one offers his hand too quickly to whomever he encounters.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spake Zarathustra: A Book for All and None

Those who feign friendship and Magickal Cooperation only to realise that they never cared and are only in it for themselves.

“The higher we soar the smaller we appear to those who cannot fly.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

So the need to express is validated by truth and honesty.

“Become who you are!”
― Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spake Zarathustra: A Book for All and None

Poor old Nietzsche he had the concept yet neither the heart or will to truly be

His Abyss was his own shadow he feared to leap.

“you must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame;
how could you rise anew if you have not first become ashes?”
― Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

His understanding that he could not in actuality assist in giving birth to a Neo Creative Reality was his entrance to insanity.

What we do here is create and sometimes cups will be spilled, torches that blazed feel empty, opposites will be paired eventually. Still through those dark tea parties of the soul - True Spirt will avail. And The Magus continue to Work That Will.

“And once you are awake, you shall remain awake eternally. ”
― Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra - A Book For All And None

For what constitutes the tremendous historical uniqueness of that Persian is just the opposite of this.

Zarathustra was the first to consider the fight of good and evil the very wheel in the machinery of things: the transposition of morality into the metaphysical realm, as a force, cause, and end in itself, is his work.

Zarathustra created this most calamitous error, morality; consequently, he must also be the first to recognize it.

His doctrine, and his alone, posits truthfulness as the highest virtue; this means the opposite of the cowardice of the "idealist” who flees from reality

—Am I understood?—The self-overcoming of morality, out of truthfulness; the self-overcoming of the moralist, into his opposite—into me—that is what the name of Zarathustra means in my mouth.

— Nietzsche, Ecce Homo, "Why I Am a Destiny",

So you see? You understand? What you have made me do.. To almost fall entrapped into the system of a weaker man. To quote the above when it is below the Abyss already crossed.

Follow the Arrow where does it shoot? -

From Ḥwt-Ḥr, am I now Aeropagus
For your misalliance the Will remains True in LVX

Khabs Am Pekht


The Magus 9°= 2□   XI°