Wyrd

Wyrd

This is going to be a meander, as story a weave, and throughout it I want you to relax into the gentle bards boudoir- relax out and mellow to whatever the vibe is that pleases you. 

Safe spaces are important and this space fills a circumference throughout the multiverses ~

I am going to take you on a journey - it is not quite now. But Magick as you will learn is woven between things always - a give a take - always a cause and an effect. 

Consider this a Window in to an other world that is very similar to yours but is inhabited by other begins and cultures -

Consider this a land if you will on a world in a parallel dimension that mixes and weaves by degrees with the world you call accepted reality.

I have been in the deep, a return to the abysmal void and depths of human experiences- crossed and hung upon the dark cube ruled by Saturn.. born out of three elements and finalized in a fourth, extended into a fifth via apparent chaos... etc

I have developed techniques that I can express and you can amend to your own personal paradigms or copy for a similar Gateway- your distance may vary and you are only limited by a few things.

One is your fullest potential. That is shown on your natal chart. Most of us are unique, and in that ➰ is further potential by way of magic. 

In effect I am whispering as gently as I can a narrative - that works for me.

Discipline is a thing. It comes in various forms and again it’s up to you to put the work in.

Every day - meditation - centre - ground - expand - weave -

How? ...

The Transits - that is the current positions of the planets - This is a second wand - The Other is The Natal-

Things to take note of- 

I am expressing this particular paradigm - by way of the Ari Tree. At the same time internally I am shifting my energy’s to reflect a weave in sidereal time to mirror  the heavens in the body of a man—— but the mind is not in the body-

So internally I am using a different program to what I am sharing with you because it is easier for you to learn on the Ari- before considering a division that remains syncretic to The Gra Tree.

Anyways... Discipline- Greet the Sunrise - know where the 7 governors are relative in space time to your position on Malkuth-

Consider this- I have many hats- the regular brim is the ecliptic- the belt of the zodiac and the Milky Way Etc Etc - From this perspective I can weave and feel the Telluric currents her on Earth - this is the Cosmos and ethereal Orgone of the Alchemists for one... and basically by degrees of numerous time slips through the astrological ages has been a good or a bad thing.

As in order to chaos - or Anerism opposed to Erism. This is no joke, I can provide the scientific evidence to support my Magick- I weave - and live in my personal and somewhat shared working operations reality tunnel- 

In effect to much of a shift will lead to an imbalance here on Earth which will cause extremes against the natural desire of nature. Nature has in the past and will do again reset and find the balance.

Discipline- every day consult your transits see the interplay - how these planets by angles of concept effect your given potential, now all you need is awareness and imagination to begin your weave-

The bell chimes - the sun rises - coffee noir- pipe.

Revelations - so it has been very busy fly myself in terms of shifting my awareness and experiences- this is the dark of winter - this is not the time for Alchemy and Growing- but still ~

Am I not also a lord of the Chthonic realms - the shadows and places on the underworld- old gods and shades... I will be silent on that. 

Horizon- middle earth - where we live but here for myself it is on the edge - the edge of the wallZ a Perimeter, well several actually due to the Nodes and Nexus.. and several portals of potential. But I am only a man.. there is only so much I can express in a moment of Clarity.

The edge of a wave, a time wave a moment in time. When you make safe - circle the moments in time - now you are on the edge of a potential working in space time.

I DO-  such was the 2012 conjunction some were doing a little. Many were doing more by way of bio neural circuitry by passes. And that’s ok- I was trying to earn my trip. Lost Johnny for sure- I wanted to Break into Heaven - just because -

The conjunction via the black hole in the galactic centre puffed out spores like a cosmic psilocybin - Yods and Yoni of energy particles containing valuable information via - silence 

Now we approach the results- the energy now on that tree has come from the Abyss- where the babes sleep- the ether and quicksilver flow down the tree like shalom in harmony- the fibres dill with silver lights - twinkle ingest crystalline matrix of LVX information.

You are the Tree - the four find the spirit of five in the crown of man- a cranial crossbar between - Binah and Chockmah -

Revelations - I have had a few - not all perfect not all woven - but now I weave - why? 

I know my potential- I know my imagination is limitless light in extension- I know illumination should be free.

The Eld are Speaking - The Old Gods are still the 7 after a fashion by way of another paradigm-

To film the gaps - to bridge the gaps - to shift your awareness - simple tricks can be employed - I use apparent paradox and then conceptually sense and feel the energies - I bring them together by way of alchemy and yoga - I weave the potential of the Magickal weather as best as I can.  The Eld are Old- older that the world, older than man, older than elf and Fey and gods and angels - The Eld are the bodies that provided the rays to Earth as our Sol systems (Sirius) cooled.

The prophecies are all synced and melding as one- no matter where I turn to look the message is the same.  This is the end... the end of The Kali Yuga - there are things I do not know. I can prophet, divine, doom say, cast my lots and weave my Magick- I can even share some of those perfected moments with others - I do not know everything- but this age is ending.

Whatever way I see it the message across all the oracles I profess say the same.

So it is to the Elder Futhark that I also turn to assist in hearing a letter which is a wyrd.. a wyrd that connects the weave of heaven, earth, sea and underworld.

The day is this day 1/1/2020 - The Tree B - Berkina - Birch - Birth - 

There is a book called 777 - it contains some tables of correspondence- it will not contain all of these- I represent my weave my tradition - I am a Harlequin- The Fool Thrice - Woven- I dance the balance of the universe - I move and sway in the branches of the Great Trees/ I am between everything this I Balance within everything 

My heart bleed green into blue - 

I walk upon the subconscious sea crest 

The Bastard Seed of Inception- 

An alien spore a shoot on the tree - I own this! I am everything you meet on the journey!

From this undertaking to make the 7 back into the 1 - I can assist in the dream wave that now on its fulcrum and cusp.

Soon by way of the prophecies I wrote and the subjects I poorly addressed in the past - the thread is now more a chain that is wrapped into the very bells and scabbard of Orion.

I am the tip of my fiery spear, I am the point of the Arrow shot by Sagitta - that was in a veil behind a veil that has now come down by natural lead to pierce the hear of the waters. Sidereal The Sun is still in Sagittarius- indeed it entered there - on the 16th of December and the end of The Serpent Holder - 1st Decan Yule.

B - Birch - The Empress- I shall not bore you- she is Venus as a fertile glow upon the moon in her fullness. Cranial Cross Bar - a fertile imagination and third eye.

Second letter of the Elder Futhark.. whilst in Ogham script it’s Beith- the first in the series called Beith Luis Nion - under the Gaelic? Tuatha? Formorian?  Language of The Trees. A T is the symbol - Gnomes are again introduced here as in the giving birth to a Magickal Creature - 

There is a heavier feel on the crossbar Chockmah / Binah - numbered 14 - another deeper flow of energy from the Supernal Triads themselves - as an Angel it evokes - AzraEl on the Same path in his capacity to kill off the old whilst on looking into the Book of Records his quill sharp as a Scythe to stir up the dead to return - the souls incarnated over the past 100 years have lived into very ingenious times.  From Uranus were the stars born and in Binah in her dark shroud are they made glorious-

You walk every day with death - not in the shadow for I know my doom and my Geas.

Another oracle - from The Silver Elves- again where we look to The Trees for their messages - and feel the wisdom of Elven Druids..

Another paradigm with value to explore as a means to shift my reality so bridge the gap between energies that connect to the telluric waves that I can surf in space time to find perfected moments of mastery and return these to the current - for the explanation of how my magic flows -

Purification Healing - Gnome - in Arvyndase Pihyr 

Arvyndase Wizard - Noman-

A new start and a new wave - 

This time I will succeed and draw to me all I need.

And finally the card that was a play was from The Forty Servants - The Gatekeeper - with Key and access you the worlds and locked doors in time space - access via - a Smokey Quartz - Landscape and a pinch of Octarine -

So many old things are coming together - new things and a collective psychological and spiritual evolution is about to wash into the Garden/ Mutual Waves of Probability have been narrowed and there is an immanence in this apocalypse-

Soon... but it’s an awareness and a beginning and Aquarian - telepathic clarity of waves between you as operators - you will just wake up and start to operate and practice and weave a new reality... this is really Magick.

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.

Sparks

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.

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?
AGENDA 21 (DEPOPULATION)
HARRP, GEO-ENGINEERING, CHEMTRAILS,
BIG-PHARMA
NWO -
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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

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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

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.

wizardparadox

Be good to each other.

Boomtime - Bureaucracy 13 YOLD 3178