Mother Damnable returns

Be My Valentine ?

2012-02-14T00:35:00.003Z

Mate I never meant to be so unkind

Uneccesary I know, I blew my mind

Ready now, to change my wicked ways

Ready now to make up for sad lost days

Always I was wrong, stupid and cruel

You gave me love and I was a fool

For I pushed you away, I am sorry now

Ready to make peace, to show you how

Each step I take will be away from stupid

Every day I remember the dart from cupid

Dearest I love the smiles in your green eyes

More smiles & laughter, more trust & love

And trusting and loving is the way I will be

No more unkindness only loving from me.

Eliminate the Parasites !

2012-02-10T15:01:00.002Z

You may now be aware that everything you have ever been told is a lie, you have been lied to, cheated, stolen from, drugged, contaminated and manipulated since the day you were born, even before you were born as your parents will have been manipulated by the hideous plot that everybody on the planet has been ensnared in.

You may now be aware that a tiny percentage of people are creating wars and conflicts, coldly and cynically creating profits for a shameful war machine that does not care about the child with no hands and feet, the man destroyed because he cannot protect and provide for his family or the many women too frightened to bear children because of the deformities from depleted uranium, does not care about me and does not care about you.

These parasites live off you and me, not only our money but stealing our energies and manipulating us so they can feed from the energy they crave fear, pain and death. Be in no doubt they want us dead, they have declared war on us, vaccines, fluoride, genetically modified foods, chem. trails, mercury poisoning, aluminium poisoning, radiation, cancer, propaganda and mind manipulation. everything and anything that can limit our intelligence and our health is being used against us.

Shocking isn’t it? People do have a hard time coming to terms with this knowledge, many people would rather live in denial hoping against hope that they will not be the next victim, hoping their job, home and family are safe and to frightened, drugged, brainwashed to pro-actively take any steps to change. Who can blame them? Many people would rather this plot was not true, would rather be wrong, myself included!

However people who are awake and aware and who have come to terms with the truth that nothing is what it seems, people who have opened their eyes to the criminal and psychopathic behaviour of banksters, politicians, government, corporations et al still have a problem, what can we do about this? How can we begin to challenge a monster as gross and entrenched as this whole system is? We can only begin with ourselves.

Did you know that there are over a thousand parasites that live on the human body? This is not to mention nano technology or the disturbing reports of Morgellons that we hear about. Very little research seems to be available concerning these human parasites, even nits the scourge of every school have not been researched properly and there is much unknown still about these critters that make our bodies their home.

We are all contaminated, our diet has been manipulated to include more sugars which makes our bodies a better host for the parasites to live on, so even when we are at our best imagining ourselves to be healthy and strong, thinking we have a clear head and believing we are acting independently we are not; we are influenced in subtle, chemical ways by the very parasites that call us home. We are lousy!

However knowledge is power and this situation can be changed, we can get clean and deter further parasites from moving in on us, the first way is to change the chemical levels in the body, to fool the parasites into believing that the body is already dead and of no further use to them, they will then leave voluntarily. This can easily be done by using Apple Cider Vinegar, as a body rub, as a mouth wash, to rinse your hair and clothes, surfaces and dishes are sparkling clean when rinsed with vinegar.

Be careful to take care of your liver as you detoxify, it will be working hard clearing the impurities away so you may become emotional, depressed and may suffer aches and pains in your body, milk thistle will help to support your liver and Apple Cider Vinegar should be regarded as very strong medicine. However your energy levels and conscious awareness will improve rapidly as will your skin you may well shed those stubborn pounds that are lingering from Chrimbo.

Coconut oil is also a good detox, and is gentler than the Cider Apple vinegar, just take a spoonful and put it in your mouth, it will melt and you can rinse your mouth with it for five to fifteen minutes, coconut oil is also very good for your skin and hair.do not swallow either the oil or the vinegar, spit them out and the impurities with them.

Expect the unexpected, my own journey to loose these parasites, that I didn’t even know I had has been strange, colourful and enlightening, I don’t know what will happen with your cleansing, but I do know that we are under attack in more ways than we know and basic, inexpensive solutions will help bring us all to a place where we truly are our own people and perhaps then we can begin to eliminate the other parasites, the ones that rule the world.

We are one.....Welcome Home

2011-03-18T14:08:00.001Z

Emergency Broadcast - Revolution Imminent - Europe

2011-03-09T13:00:00.001Z

You Are Here ------------------->

2011-02-02T10:27:00.000Z

Power Drums

2011-01-27T10:53:00.000Z

......and Dance, Dance, Dance like a Dervish........

~ The Warrior Within ~

2011-01-26T18:02:00.001Z

People of the Rainbow Tribe...........DANCE............become the Ghost Dancer......they won't stand a chance.............against our LOVE

We Are Winning

2011-01-17T22:45:00.001Z

Wake Up World !

2011-01-03T16:41:00.000Z

Out Of Space

2011-01-02T16:53:00.003Z

Lucifer, son of the mourning, I’m gonna chase you out of earth

I’m gonna put on a iron shirt and chase Satan out of earth

I’m gonna put on a iron shirt and chase the devil out of earth

I’m gonna send him to outta space to find another race

Satan is an evilous man

But him can’t chocks it on I-man

So when I check him with my lassing hand

And if him slip, I gaan with him hand

I’m gonna put on a iron shirt and chase Satan out of earth

I’m gonna put on a iron shirt and chase the devil out of earth

I’m gonna send him to outta space to find another race

Him haffi drop him fork and run

Him can’t stand up to Jah Jah son

Him haffi lef’ya with him gun

Dig off with him bomb

I’m gonna put on a iron shirt and chase Satan out of earth

I’m gonna put on a iron shirt and chase the devil out of earth

I’m gonna send him to outta space to find another race

Satan is an evilous man

But him can’t chocks it on I-man

So when I check him with my lassing hand

And if him slip

The Sacred Hoop Of Healing

2010-12-31T17:15:00.004Z

The Sacred Hoop Of Healing

In a Dream of Vision

In a Place where Hearts

reside

and are Consumed in Grief

I saw not Anger nor Retribution

Not the Face of Hatred

nor of Despair

But the Clear and All Encompassing

Heart Of All That Is

I saw Each One Stand

Mother Father Brother

each Child of the Seventh Generation

In Peace and Understanding

And Facing His Brother

His Sister

Each Child of Their Children's Children

Wrapped his Heart around....

And kissing the Tears

on the Tear stained face

of the One he Held

Released His Own Pain

And when he had opened himself

To Receive Unconditionally

the pain and unbearable sorrow

of his Brother

Only then

When Each had Received

The Healing

of each and every Heart

Would raise their eyes

to Wanbli

To All That Is

In utter Acceptance and Resolve

Making the Unimaginable Grief

of each and every Heart

His Own

Would we Heal

And as their hearts and hands reached out

Would open their own Hearts

To become that Hollow Bone

of Acceptance and Responsibility

of All That Is

And in Unified Silence

Take upon themselves

The Duty and the Honor

Which is Each Our Own

Of allowing each hand

And Every Heart

To take up and to Receive

and hold closer than Forever

The River Of Tears

Of All Mankind

The River Of Tears

Of Humankind

As One Swift Uptaking

Breath

Of All That Is

Is made our Own.

Crys The Tears/Dreamwalker~Lakota

copyright 2001

Crys The Tears/Dreamwalker~Lakota

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One Love

2010-12-24T02:23:00.001Z

Poet

2010-12-23T20:07:00.002Z

POET Pour out your heart

oh poet, in a poem

Of far away places

let your mind roam

for just beyondwhat the eye can see

someone will be waitingthere for thee

Someone you have known

forever in your mind

Somewhere in a dream

true love you find

They are more than words

from emotions spent

they are more than words

from a letter, not sent

Of heart, of soul

of tear stained words

the poet writes

that his voice may be heard

So pour out your heart

oh poet, in a poem

let the world see love

let your heart be known

by Robert Ditchman

Jody McIntyre

2010-12-14T20:21:00.001Z

THIS IS WHAT THE POLICE DID TO JODY McINTYRE

Kindred Spirits

2010-12-12T15:37:00.005Z

Here lay your hearts, your flowers,

Your Book of Hours,

Your fingers, your thumbs,

Your Miss You, Mums.

Here hang your hopes, your dreams,

Your Might-Have-Beens,

Your locks, your keys,

Your Mysteries.

The Southwark Mysteries

John Constable, Oberon Books, 1999, p. 206

"The Liberty of the Clink dates back to 1107, when the Bishop of Winchester was granted a stretch of the Southwark Bankside, which lay outside the law of the City of London. Here, the Bishop controlled the brothels, or 'stews'. His whores were know as Winchester Geese......"

"On the south bank of the Thames, outside the jurisdiction of the City of London, Bankside has long been known as a hotbed of creativity, dissent and loose living. With its brothels and bear-pits, prisons and pubs, the area has inspired the nation's greatest writers - Chaucer, Shakespeare, Dickens, Keats, and Blake - and been home to its famous theatres - The Globe, The Rose, The Old Vic and The National. ................"

Shameful day in England

2010-12-10T09:59:00.002Z

Ninth of December, Two thousand and Ten ~ a day to remember, a day when the ConDem government stole the future from children in England, lets not pretend that it was ever so good. The government consists of millionaires educated themselves at Oxford or Cambridge, finding their chums on the playing fields of Eton. A shameful day, 28 liberal democrat hypocrites broke their election promises and voted for university fees to treble overnight.

There clearly is no democracy in this country, no choice between any political party and the wishes of the people do not count with greedy, lying politicians and their millionaire, or is it billionaire banker friends, these bankers and other millionaires in this country do not even pay their taxes, have profited from insider dealing, profiteering, as bank overdraft fees soar to 19% and are tainted by their love of money, which they have foolishly mistaken for power.

The poor must pay for the rich man’s vampiric greed, for the inadequate man’s futile attempt to feel better about his own inadequacies. Oh yes the poor must pay. The poor who will keep breeding! That’s how they speak of us, they make sure our wages are kept low, that jobs are hard to come by and then they steal from us through taxation to feed their parasitical and useless government machine. Oh lets not forget they indulge in illegal and immoral wars to murder our children and the people of other countries, making sure to contaminate with depleted uranium to prolong the torture and death,

Children, young men and women protested outside parliament, the only way they could make their voices heard, literally through the walls, they called all day, in the cold, in the dark, they were heard in the chambers of the hypocrites, no doubt as they chanted, youthful voices, wanting a future. Did the politicians listen as they indulged in strange handshakes, called in favours from the days when they were children themselves? Did the so-called elected people turn an ear to the calls from outside? No they thought of their own pockets, their own comfortable lives and condemned a generation to less.

Never tell me we live in a democracy, never tell me we have a voice, never tell me that politics don’t affect you, and never, never believe another lie…………………

British Jewry goes 'off-message' over Israel

2010-12-08T15:16:00.002Z

British Jewry’s relationship with Israel is undergoing seismic change. The monolithic “Israel right or wrong” support of the mainstream suddenly cracked when one of the community’s most senior leaders went dramatically off-message.

As the Jewish Chronicle reported Mick Davis, chairman of the pre-eminent Anglo-Israel charity, the UJIA, and the executive of the Jewish Leadership Council, “shattered a longstanding taboo by publicly criticising the Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu over the peace process, voicing moral reservations about some of Israel’s policies and calling for criticism of Israel to be voiced freely throughout the community.”

What followed was an “I am Spartacus” moment. As the Israeli embassy and their cohort of diehard loyalists within Anglo-Jewry looked on aghast, one heavyweight community player after another voiced support for Mr Davis.

They included figures who have worked tirelessly throughout their professional lives to defend Jewish rights, promote Israel’s right to peace and security and neutralise the ugly sisters of anti-Zionist/anti-Semitism. Nobody could ever accuse the likes of Jon Mendelson, Gordon Brown’s chief fundraiser and former Labour Friends of Israel chairman, or Bicomchairman Poju Zabludowicz, of possessing an iota of “self-hatred”.

(Read more.).

Look To The Skies

2010-12-03T13:10:00.006Z

Look at the United Kingdom of Great Britain, covered, very neatly under a blanket of snow, it’s white and crisp, children are having time off school and a new concept has come into the workplace, “Snow days” in the temperate climate that we enjoy in the UK have we ever before experience such a universal coving in snow? We are a long island, facing the Atlantic, our weather is variable up and down the country, Scotland very often does see snow, and the south coast, with unique micro climates very seldom enjoys the universal blanket that we have at the moment.

Perhaps, grounds for suspicion in these days of Chemical trails and HAARP weather changing technology, certainly it has been a long time since clear blue skies we seen over our green and pleasant land. However for the past five days I have seen no sky at all, a blanket of low lying white obscures any sight of the sky, I have not seen the sun or the moon for nearly a week, and I look, there is zero visibility, and yet planes still fly overhead to and from Heathrow airport. I miss both the sun and the moon; perhaps many others do without realising it.

That the pollutants are already affecting the UK is very apparent from these pictures taken last spring, the Aluminium and sulphur dioxide chemicals are inhibiting plant growth in a very visible manner. We can be sure that these chemicals are having an invisible affect on our bodies, respiratory systems and on those of our loved ones, no one in the country, or it seems, the world can be escaping the effect of these chemical pollutants that are all around us in the atmosphere.

This combined with the fact that a few thousand criminals are intent on stealing every bit of available money, to the obvious determent of their fellow citizens, and are showing no signs of letting up, despite the obvious unrest, here in England, in Ireland, in Portugal, in Greece, in France and in Spain. That internment camps have been built, and are currently being staffed in the United States of America, together with huge underground bunker complexes can only give cause for concern.

Everything we have ever been told is a lie, many are developing critical thinking, many are becoming more knowing, in a psychic way, however it is still hard to see through the fog of lies to reality and truth. We are distracted, by weather, by propaganda, in all it’s various guises, that can, however, be tracked back to the huge and corrupt government machine. Let’s take a step back from this, let’s clear our heads and look to the skies.

On the last few nights before this Chemical soup obscured everything above a few hundred feet in the skies over London, from my kitchen window which faces South, I could see a bright red and blue planet, it flickered in the night sky and caught my interest because it was so beautiful and bright. I looked for it during the day but Chem trails, again obscured my view, How ever, I was not the only person to notice this below is a video of what I saw.

Curiously I have also noticed recently that my compass, seems to have changed slightly, I come from the south west of England so I always orientate myself with the direction of “home” now South west seems to have moved from four o’ clock to three o’ clock, in relation to where I stand. I can only suggest that it might be useful for us all to have a compass and be familiar with using it and mark where north, south, east and west are in relation to you and note any changes. Be aware of your compass. Your body will also be changing and realigning with the magnetic forces of our planet.

Clearly I do feel that the inbreed idiots that have stolen all the power from us and are now stealing all the money are up to more shenanigans than we will ever know. With my back ground of years spent studying any and all esoteric knowledge I can see that they run systems, rituals and are stupid enough to believe the demon entities and discarnate beings they have conjured from the depths of hell. Perhaps to understand this system better you need to know that they sign a pact, they sell their soul for earthly riches, but the pact is signed in blood, not their blood, the blood of a beloved, so if you are in any doubt who is playing this system then just look around them for the ritual blood sacrifice.

That these idiots, dabbling with demons, have been lied to is now becoming increasingly obvious, and that their own psychic skills have been stripped away from them is also obvious by their reliance on technology and occult systems, their symbols are all around us and on television, films and music videos. They have turned themselves into monsters and parasites however they have confused money with power and their greed and selfishness seems to know no limits.

But money is not power and never has been and man made machines will never equal the powers of our own minds. We are a magical, rainbow family, we are full of pollutants and hypnotised by TV but the rulers have never been able to steal the magic they have always wanted from us, they have tried and tried but they have been blind, blinded because of their own evil, when they first signed the pact. So despite their cloning, their genetic manipulations they have never been able to discover the people’s true magic.

They are jealous of this, very jealous, as is becoming apparent, they try and look down on us, try and disparage our lives, their control is vast as is their manipulation of us; but they will never know what we already know, and will never be able to keep up with us as we learn more and more each day. This is the wonder of our human family how we evolve; we should all be dead, or very sick already because of everything they have done to us, yet here we stay! Simply because when the pact was offered to us, as it is offered to everyone, we turned away in scorn, refusing to allow evil into our lives so remained a true spirit within our rainbow family.

That vision of the skies, worldwide are being obscured is obvious, that the evil people ruling the world are panicking, fidgeting and over loading their inbred minds is also very clear to anyone who looks. Every chance you get look to the skies, in England face south, look to the sky, imaging a clock dial in the sky and at about two o’ clock there is an anomaly, a blue and red shining anomaly, if you clear your mind and listen you can hear them, but perhaps that is a subject for another day.

I know there are visitors reading this from all around the world, look to your own skies, when they are not shrouded in chemical fog, if they are ask for clear blue skies, use your energy, the great energy that we can all tap into, because there is a secret out there, something being hidden from us, something that frightens the rulers so much because they can’t hear the wonderful magical music from the universe, and they know that we can. Something that speaks to us all, but only we can hear because this next evolution of our rainbow family promises to be the most enlightening and exciting time, fear not the corrupt, they are frightened for themselves, have fun, enjoy the snow, look to the skies when you can and watch the compass.

Be still, be calm and be true.

SB.TV F64 [S2.EP2] - Akala

2010-12-02T01:00:00.000Z

Barnaby ~ An English Student

2010-11-30T23:37:00.000Z

Highwayman - Johnny Cash (the highwaymen)

2010-11-30T16:31:00.000Z

American Isolation

2010-11-30T11:29:00.002Z

I have been worried for some time now about the attitudes coming from American individuals, there seems to be even more sensitive than usual lately, which is why I’m writing this, to clear the air and try and get a grip on what is really happening. Americans, along with everyone else are being asked to “Wake up” to look at our respective governments and cultures and challenge what we see to be part of the conspiracy to enslave all of us. Yet time after time when it comes to the crunch Americans will retreat into a defensive position, quoting propaganda such as “We are Free” yet when a definition is sought for “freedom” none is given.

Clearly we are none of us free and are all the victims of the propaganda machine. We each have to see through it for ourselves, find our way through the rabbit hole, learn critical thinking and make our own minds up, as long as it really is our own minds then rational debate and discussion will not be a problem. What concerns me, particularly recently is that rational debate is very hard with brothers and sisters across the pond, not only for me, many friends of mine are finding that American people are becoming very emotional when their programming is challenged and cut themselves off from further contact.

The whole body scanner in the US and TSA scandal and lack of funds has stopped Americans travelling abroad, this together with the false flag of terrorism means that for the past ten years we have seen very few American tourists in England, travellers are open to new ideas and concepts and may well have taken some home with them. Now with the TSA and body scanners many people will be put off from travelling to America. People who could have told you what is really going on here will not be visiting.

The Wikileaks seems to be designed to ridicule the US government and to highlight the prejudices you have against foreigners and has already caused a lot of anti American rhetoric here. The call from US senators to make Wikileaks a terrorist organisation has met with sighs and shakes of disapproval, many here are already astonished at how much the American individual will allow their own government to get away with, and are perhaps beyond words.

My worry at the moment is that Americans, the individual men and women that we know and love are becoming increasingly isolated from the rest of the world, that real communication is becoming harder and harder, debate, already hard is now becoming impossible. As even the gentlest attempt at waking up and individual is met with emotive accusations at everyone hating America, we don’t, we hate enslavement of us all, and most truly believe that unless we are all free no one is, many people are putting up with all sorts of abuse just to stay in touch, we don’t want to loose you Americans, we want your freedom too!

Isolation is a real danger to Americans, you are living in a huge country with a well-oiled propaganda machine, and you have been “dumbed down” for generations both through propaganda and through your diet. You can be told what it’s like out here and many of you will believe it. You government is already shutting down web sites, with out warrants and it seems this situation will escalate. Your government has already built 600 internment camps in the US and the whole Denver Airport situation seems very creepy.

Please, please do not allow yourselves to be isolated any further, dislike me and other “alien nationals” all you want, debate with me all you want, prove me wrong, which I would love, I do not want to think we are all so easily manipulated and I would hate to loose any more friends from over the pond. My maiden name is Alden, highly likely therefore that one of my ancestors sailed on the Mayflower, and I do, as do many others, all over the world think of you as brothers and sisters, members of a great family that is man, my hand will always be held out in friendship, many others are here for you too, please remember that through the days ahead.

With love and best wishes, always

Oh, oh ,oh, it's magic xxxxx

2010-11-24T18:32:00.000Z

Global day of action, on the 24 November there is a call for a loving day to raise energies for the awakening ahead, on this day we ask that you share your orgasm globally. Take a moment to think about this divine and wonderful moment, the energies you raise and how in touch you are with the universe when you come, yes! Yes! Yes!

All that is asked from you that as you come you expand energies to include the whole world, the energies we are calling for are Courage and Clarity, so we can all face the days ahead with courage and things will be clearer to all of us.

Please join us, with your loved one, by yourself, whatever feels good to you.......give it up for Global love :>)

24 November 2010 Global Day of Action

2010-11-20T07:26:00.001Z

Please join us, with your loved one, by yourself, whatever feels good to you.......

Would be lovely if all in favour would say Aye, and share this on your blog or facebook.

Aye!

Tired of America (Rufus Wainwright)

2010-11-15T18:25:00.000Z

America WAKE UP the world has loved you long and well,

perhaps more than you loved yourselves

it is time to share the love back, show the world love

and stop the shame that continues, world wide

in your name...........

Price of life

2010-11-14T21:18:00.001Z

Little Grandmother Speaks

2010-11-14T18:02:00.000Z

Kiesha in Zurich from kedarvideo on Vimeo.

Love from Wild Strawberry xx

Captain SKA - Liar Liar

2010-11-11T00:00:00.000Z

Buffalo Soldier ! - Bob Marley.

2010-11-05T08:56:00.000Z

Time Traveller ?

2010-11-03T15:40:00.002Z

When I was about seven, I lived with my grand parents, one day I was told that my mother was coming to visit the next day, I was naturally very excited at the thought of seeing my mum however somehow I got it into my head that my mum and dad were both coming to see me.

The next day my mother arrived and I was very happy to see her, my grandfather took us all out onto the front lawn and took pictures, I am there with my brothers and my mum wearing a pink dress and a white cardigan. We are all smiling for the camera.

The adults went inside and I went to my hidey hole which was beside my grand father’s shed, between the shed and the fence and broke down in tears, I was heart broken because my dad wasn’t there and I hadn’t been able to tell the adults how I felt, I was very happy to see my mum, but I just wanted to see my daddy, I had a little sob to myself.

The next thing I know I was standing half way up the hill, looking down at my grand parents house, a man pushing a bike and dressed in a brown suit walked past me, he smiled at me and said “Hello” I stood there for a moment and then I heard my mother laugh, I looked down the hill and saw my grandfather taking a picture of my mum and my dad!

There he was, the man that I had missed so much, the man whose arms I ached to be held in again, my father, my dad. My mother laughed again and they began to go back into the house, I began to walk down the hill, happy knowing that my dad was there, after all and that I would see him soon.

I heard a noise behind me, I looked around and saw a big, black shaggy dog, he didn’t look scary, but I knew that he wasn’t allowed to catch up with me, so I walked faster and so did he, I got scared and began to run. I ran back to my grandparent’s house and to the back door. I couldn’t open the door and got very scared, so banged on it to be opened for me. My grandmother opened the door and as I suppose I must have seemed hysterical slapped my face, she had never hit me before and never since then.

My uncles were sent out to look for the dog that had scared me so, it was never found and my father never appeared that day, I later realised that my parents were already divorced by this time.

Years later, my mother became very ill and was in a nursing home, she asked me to go to her house and help sort things out for her, she also told me I could have anything I wanted from the house. I came across a box of old photos and began looking through them, there was a picture of my mother and father leaning against their car, happy and smiling, I looked up the hill, in the picture and there was me! I looked further up the hill and there was the man in the brown suit, pushing his bike, exactly as I remembered.

Then I turned the picture over and stamped on the back, as was common in those days was the date that the picture had been developed, the year was two years before I was born, yet there I am, half way up the hill, wearing my pink dress and white cardigan, everything as I remember.

Since then I have had a chance to scan the picture onto my computer, enlarge it, I see lots of anomalies, lots of things that don’t quite make sense feel free to download the picture and have a good look.

How To Deal With The Police (2/2)

2010-11-01T17:22:00.000Z

Minnie Riperton-I'm A Woman

2010-11-01T17:08:00.000Z

Amazing Grace

2010-10-31T10:42:00.005Z

Amazing Grace, how sweet the Earth

That bore a witch like me!

I once was burned, now I survive,

Was hung and now I sing.

T'was grace that drew down the moon

And grace that raised the seas,

The magick in the people's will

Will set out Mother free.

We face the East and breathe the winds

That move across this earth,

From gentle breeze to hurricane

Our breath will bring forth the change

Turn towards the South and feel the fire

That burns in you and me.

The spirit's flame will rise again

And burn eternally

We greet the West, our souls awash

In tide of primal birth.

Our tears and blood, our pain and love

Will cleanse and heal the earth

Reach into the North and know your roots

Down deep ancestral caves.

We find the wisdom of the Crone,

Of circles we are made.

Amazing Earth, enduring life,

From death into rebirth.

T'is earth I am and earth I love

And earth I'll always be.

Amazing Grace, how sweet the

Earth That bore Witches like we.

We once were burned, now we survive,

Were hung and now we sing.

Goddess bless, so mote it be,

Our magick spirals on

Merry meet and merry part

And merry meet again.

Desiderata

2010-10-30T08:01:00.004Z

Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant, they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love, for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is perennial as the grass.

Take kindly to the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.

Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

Max Ehrmann c.1920

Gregory Isaacs - Red Rose For Gregory

2010-10-25T12:36:00.000Z

With my love and best wishes xx

The Secret People

2010-10-23T22:45:00.015Z

Smile at us, pay us, pass us; but do not quite forget,

For we are the people of England, that never has spoken yet.

There is many a fat farmer that drinks less cheerfully,

There is many a free French peasant who is richer and sadder than we.

There are no folk in the whole world so helpless or so wise.
There is hunger in our bellies, there is laughter in our eyes;
You laugh at us and love us, both mugs and eyes are wet:
Only you do not know us. For we have not spoken yet.

The fine French kings came over in a flutter of flags and dames.
We liked their smiles and battles, but we never could say their names.
The blood ran red to Bosworth and the high French lords went down;
There was naught but a naked people under a naked crown.
And the eyes of the King's Servants turned terribly every way,
And the gold of the King's Servants rose higher every day.
They burnt the homes of the shaven men, that had been quaint and kind,
Till there was no bed in a monk's house, nor food that man could find.
The inns of God where no man paid, that were the wall of the weak,
The King's Servants ate them all. And still we did not speak.


And the face of the King's Servants grew greater than the King:
He tricked them, and they trapped him, and stood round him in a ring.
The new grave lords closed round him, that had eaten the abbey's fruits,
And the men of the new religion, with their Bibles in their boots,
We saw their shoulders moving, to menace or discuss,
And some were pure and some were vile; but none took heed of us.
We saw the King as they killed him, and his face was proud and pale;
And a few men talked of freedom, while England talked of ale.

A war that we understood not came over the world and woke
Americans, Frenchmen, Irish; but we knew not the things they spoke.
They talked about rights and nature and peace and the people's reign:
And the squires, our masters, bade us fight; and never scorned us again.
Weak if we be for ever, could none condemn us then;
Men called us serfs and drudges; men knew that we were men.
In foam and flame at Trafalgar, on Albuera plains,
We did and died like lions, to keep ourselves in chains,
We lay in living ruins; firing and fearing not
The strange fierce face of the Frenchman who knew for what he fought,
And the man who seemed to be more than man we strained against and broke;
And we broke our own rights with him. And still we never spoke.



Our path of glory ended; we never heard guns again.
But the squire seemed struck in the saddle; he was foolish, as if in pain.
He leaned on a staggering lawyer, he clutched a cringing Jew,
He was stricken; it may be, after all, he was stricken at Waterloo.
Or perhaps the shades of the shaven men, whose spoil is in his house,
Come back in shining shapes at last to spoil his last carouse:
We only know the last sad squires ride slowly towards the sea,
And a new people takes the land: and still it is not we.


They have given us into the hands of the new unhappy lords,
Lords without anger and honour, who dare not carry their swords.
They fight by shuffling papers; they have bright dead alien eyes;
They look at our labour and laughter as a tired man looks at flies.
And the load of their loveless pity is worse than the ancient wrongs,
Their doors are shut in the evenings; and they know no songs.
We hear men speaking for us of new laws strong and sweet,
Yet is there no man speaketh as we speak in the street.
It may be we shall rise the last as Frenchmen rose the first,
Our wrath come after Russia's wrath and our wrath be the worst.
It may be we are meant to mark with our riot and our rest
God's scorn for all men governing. It may be beer is best.
But we are the people of England; and we have not spoken yet.
Smile at us, pay us, pass us. But do not quite forget.


G.K. CHESTERTON

A Rose By Any Other Name

2010-10-21T17:37:00.000Z

There is much talk of Aliens, UFO’s and we hear of Governments about to disclose the truth about Aliens. As if Governments ever disclose the truth about anything. Stories that there are more and more alien sightings and that we can expect more contact in the future.

I decided to look into this for myself, certainly I had seen pictures of “Greys” heard the abduction stories, but, somehow I had never found these stories credible, however an in depth search was what I decided upon, I followed the trail, Greys, Reptilians stories of the human race being waylaid, subverted and prayed upon by turns frightened, angered me or left me feeling despondent and chilled to the bone.

I could see for myself that much of the “evidence” was just man made craft, wishful thinking or perhaps even a deliberate smoke screen, I could see fraud, could smell a rat and knew things were far from how they appeared on the surface. It was then that a beloved and trusted friend gently caught my fall, he told me to wait, just a little while, and meanwhile take a look at some links.

I followed the links and found the link above, I sat back in amazement, I knew these creatures, not as Aliens, I called them Sprites, and there they were, doing exactly what I see them doing, doing exactly what they do when they help me, I am familiar with these wonderful floating sprites, nymphs or aliens. I KNOW them and work with them!

I first became really aware of them when I moved to London, they make me smile, I went out shopping one day and they were all around, I wondered if other people could see them but carried on with my business, In Sainsbury’s . At the check out a beautiful Asian couple, clearly in love and happy qued behind me, the elderly English lady in front of me was being served and the Asian lady at the till spoke to her in an Asian language, the English lady replied in English, then the check out lady spoke again, in English, this time the English lady spoke in an Asian tongue, I was amazed and turned to the Asian couple to see if they had heard, they nodded and laughed. I laughed too!

Speaking in tongues! Very impressive, I paid for my goods and as I left the beautiful Asian couple called out to me “See you later!” It was a promise. That’s how it felt, a certainty, of seeing them again.

Since then these sprites help me to clear chem.trails to keep the skies over London clear, some how they almost seem to eat energy, they love it, they generally have a happy, bubbly energy, tho’ yesterday when I was playing with the clouds, trying to write S.O.S. they seemed sad, and it rained shortly after.

I can only speak as I find, whatever these are, they exist, they are helpful, do not have a spaceship but do understand energy, and, I believe help to enhance psychic awareness and communications. I know them as Sprites, Fairies or Nymphs, a rose by any other name……………..

What the Elites Fear the Most

2010-10-21T10:32:00.000Z

Look within and claim back your own divinity

The Healing Fountain

2010-10-15T11:56:00.002Z

http://www.thefountainofhealing.com/

The Tower

2010-10-08T08:41:00.004Z

A house that has been built without good foundations must collapse, sooner or later. The Tower represents such situations, for anything that has been built on illusion or false belief is now coming to an end. In the positive, it means having the ability to see the truth in a matter and to build anew for the future – this time with solid foundations.

This is never an easy card because it shows a sudden or unexpected ending that may bring a sense of catastrophe or chaos with it. This can be in regards to situations that have been relied upon as being permanent and can relate to any area of life.

The Tower is not always unexpected: sometimes there is already anticipation of change, yet often people will try to stay blind to the possibility.

It is helpful to recognise how the Tower fits into your life, what preparations you can make in readiness, and how you can improve matters afterward. There is always something positive that can be done.

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Amber-Psychic/137384343099

Ditto

2010-09-24T08:58:00.002Z

Reflections

2010-09-11T07:43:00.004Z

"This Hermit good lives in that wood

Which slopes down to the sea.

How loudly his sweet voice he rears!

He loves to talk with marineres

That come from a far countree.

He kneels at morn, and noon, and eve--

He hath a cushion plump:

It is the moss that wholly hides

The rotted old oak-stump. "

From "Rime of the Ancient Mariner" by

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

From here with thanks

http://moonbeams8.blogspot.com/

The Garden Of Love

2010-04-26T18:45:00.003Z

I went to the Garden of Love,

And saw what I never had seen;

A Chapel was built in the midst,

Where I used to play on the green.

And the gates of this Chapel were shut,

And 'Thou shalt not' writ over the door;

So I turned to the Garden of Love

That so many sweet flowers bore.

And I saw it was filled with graves,

And tombstones where flowers should be;

And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,

And binding with briars my joys and desires.

William Blake

Picture:

Laycock Abbey Wiltshire

Catherine ~ I miss you xx

2010-02-10T14:38:00.004Z

ALL the heavy days are over;

Leave the body’s coloured pride

Underneath the grass and clover,

With the feet laid side by side.

Bathed in flaming founts of duty

She’ll not ask a haughty dress;

Carry all that mournful beauty

To the scented oaken press.

Did the kiss of Mother Mary

Put that music in her face?

Yet she goes with footstep wary,

Full of earth’s old timid grace.

’Mong the feet of angels seven

What a dancer glimmering!

All the heavens bow down to Heaven,

Flame to flame and wing to wing.

By William Butler Yeats

The First Three Weeks

2010-01-11T22:09:00.003Z

Brown eyes met Blue, I was me and you were you,

Conversation came with ease, each began to know.

Poets chanted, read and told, eyes met and smiled.

They told of life, passionate, funny, strong and mild.

Understanding came through word, mind met mind

I saw you clearly, knew you were both gentle and kind.

Time flew by and it was time to go home, South was I

And you were North. We parted then with a gentle sigh

I felt stronger, warmer, braver and knew I was blessed,

To know such a man, your heart on me greatly impressed.

A step at a time my head told me, no jumps and no leaps

Friendship is here, a true friend, a blessing for keeps.

The roast beef of old England gave me courage to act

In Winter’s Wonderland I dared to break the pact

I stepped boldly across the line, first kiss and embrace

Remembered and warmed with a scarf made of lace.

Did I trespass? I still could not know, It felt so right

My first steps with you, Hyde Park, on a cold winters night.

Yet next thing my Demons and Ghosts came out to play,

Growling and snarling, we were found guilty of affray

On Christmas Eve night, disgraceful, when all should be well

I am sorry my Darling that I took you through hell

Yet through it all I could see your eyes were strong

You held my hand in yours and we both moved along.

New Year came together and your kindness still grew,

Pleasure and fun, and more. were what we knew

New beginnings for us, new courage, new heart

New decade, new world and we each played our part

Fireworks on Primrose hill, champagne, and bliss

Floating lanterns, sealed with the joy of your kiss.

Walks in country, walks in town, your knowledge shared

Moonlight and snow light , still I’m glad I bravely dared

To cross the line, because beloved you are with me there

The world will crash in and some days are full of care

But centuries pass in you arms, yet each moment too brief

We’ve loved and lost and life is bittersweet with grief.

Our future, ahead we have certain ways to know

The Tarot, the Crystal our Demons surely will show.

Perhaps once introduced they will distract from pain

And we’ll know once again that love holds no shame

A step at a time my heart says, some jumps and some leaps

Kindred spirits, sacred touch and friendship for keeps?

Life and Death ~ Rumi

2010-01-11T15:58:00.002Z

look at love

how it tangles

with the one fallen in love

look at spirit
how it fuses with earth
giving it new life why are you so busy
with this or that or good or bad
pay attention to how things blend

why talk about all
the known and the unknown
see how the unknown merges into the known

why think seperately
of this life and the next
when one is born from the last

look at your heart and tongue
one feels but deaf and dumb
the other speaks in words and signs

look at water and fire
earth and wind
enemies and friends all at once

the wolf and the lamb
the lion and the deer
far away yet together

look at the unity of this
spring and winter
manifested in the equinox

you too must mingle my friends
since the earth and the sky
are mingled just for you and me

be like sugarcane
sweet yet silent
don't get mixed up with bitter words

my beloved grows
right out of my own heart
how much more union can there be

{

come on sweetheart
let's adore one another
before there is no more
of you and me

a mirror tells the truth
look at your grim face
brighten up and cast away
your bitter smile

a generous friend
gives life for a friend
let's rise above this
animalistic behavior
and be kind to one another

spite darkens friendships
why not cast away
malice from our heart

once you think of me
dead and gone
you will make up with me
you will miss me
you may even adore me

why be a worshiper of the dead
think of me as a goner
come and make up now

since you will come
and throw kisses
at my tombstone later
why not give them to me now
this is me
that same person

i may talk too much
but my heart is silence
what else can i do
i am condemned to live this life

{

i've come again
like a new year
to crash the gate
of this old prison

i've come again
to break the teeth and claws
of this man-eating
monster we call life

i've come again
to puncture the
glory of the cosmos
who mercilessly
destroys humans

i am the falcon
hunting down the birds
of black omen
before their flights

i gave my word
at the outset to
give my life
with no qualms
i pray to the Lord
to break my back
before i break my word

how do you dare to
let someone like me
intoxicated with love
enter your house

you must know better
if i enter
i'll break all this and
destroy all that

if the sheriff arrives
i'll throw the wine
in his face
if your gatekeeper
pulls my hand
i'll break his arm

if the heavens don't go round
to my heart's desire
i'll crush its wheels and
pull out its roots

you have set up
a colorful table
calling it life and
asked me to your feast
but punish me if
i enjoy myself

what tyranny is this

{

you mustn't be afraid of death
you're a deathless soul
you can't be kept in a dark grave
you're filled with God's glow

be happy with your beloved
you can't find any better
the world will shimmer
because of the diamond you hold

when your heart is immersed
in this blissful love
you can easily endure
any bitter face around

in the absence of malice
there is nothing but
happiness and good times
don't dwell in sorrow my friend

Translated by Nader Khalili "Rumi, Fountain of Fire"
Cal-Earth Press, 1994

{

Stunning Bat Pictures

2009-09-29T15:40:00.002Z

Swooping low over a garden pond in Surrey, these are the stunning pictures of bats enjoying an evening drink at their favourite watering hole.

They are so detailed you can even see the night creatures slurping from the pool with their little pink tongues.

The amazing shots were taken after months of painstaking planning by wildlife photographer Kim Taylor.

After noticing the beautiful bats flying close to his garden pond at night Kim began wondering how he could capture the moment they drank from the pool.

Travelling at 20mph, with wing beats not visible to the human eye and flying mostly at night the bats are notoriously difficult to photograph.

They are also no bigger than a human hand and weigh less than half an ounce.

Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-1213851/Stunning-shots-thirsty-bats-swooping-lick-water-garden-pond.html#ixzz0SViysdSz

A Plea for Bees

2009-08-01T12:27:00.006Z

The decline of the honey bee is increasingly well documented. But there are many other bee species that are essential in the pollination of plants and the production of food crops, and they are also under threat. There are a number of causes. The verona mite and certain agricultural pesticides like Bayer's Clothianidin, a neonicotinoid, are cited as primary suspects, together with loss of habitat due to modern farming practices..

We used to have 27 species of Bumble Bee in the UK. 2 have become extinct in the last 70 years and several more are on the critical list. Much needs doing beyond the garden gate, but there is plenty we gardeners can do. Wherever you live in the UK, you should be able to attract at least 6 bumblebee species to your garden, and perhaps as many at 10.

Think about your choice of plants. Native wildflowers and cottage garden style plants are the best (see full list below), while doubles, exotics and annuals such as Busy Lizzies and Begonia are the worst. Try and provide bee friendly habitats and nesting sites and join http://www.bumblebeeconservation.org/about_bees.htm

List of Plants recommended by the RHS

Annuals

Borage (Borago officinalis)
Buckwheat (Fagopyrum esculentum)
Californian poppy (Eschscholzia californica)
Candytuft (Iberis species)
China aster (Callistephus chinensis)
Clarkia (Clarkia species)
Cornflower(Centaurea cyanus)
Cosmos (Cosmos bipinnatus)
Forget-me-not (Myosotis species)
Gilia capitata
Godetia (Clarkia species)
Heliotrope (Heliotropium cultivars)
Love-in-a-mist (Nigella damascena)
Mignonette (Reseda odorata)
Nemophila menziesii Phacelia species
Poached egg plant (Limnanthes douglasii)
Sunflower (Helianthus annuus)
Sweet sultan (Amberboa moschata)
Zinnia (Zinnia elegans)

Biennials

French honeysuckle (Hedysarum coronarium)
Hollyhock - single flowered (Alcea rosea)
Honesty (Lunaria annua)
Wallflower (Erysimum species)

Herbaceous perennials

Agastache foeniculum
Alyssum species
Anchusa azurea
Arabis species
Aubrieta species
Bellflowers (Campanula species)
Catmints (Nepeta species)
Cranesbill (Geranium species)
Dahlia - single-flowered species and cultivars
Eryngium species
Fleabane (Erigeron species)
Geum species
Globe artichoke (Cynara cardunculus)
Globe thistle (Echinops ritro)
Golden rod (Solidago species)
Gypsophila paniculata
Helenium species
Hellebores (Helleborus species)
Ice plant (Sedum spectabile)
Jacob's ladder (Polemonium caeruleum)
Japanese anemone (Anemone × hybrida)
Lambs' ears (Stachys byzantina)
Leopard's bane (Doronicum species)
Liatris spicata
Michaelmas daisies (Aster species)
Monarda punctata
Oriental poppy (Papaver orientale)
Persicaria amplexicaule
Rudbeckia species
Salvia x superba
Scabious (Scabiosa species)
Sea hollies (Eryngium species)
Sidalcea malviflora
Thrift (Armeria maritima)
Verbena bonariensis
Veronica longifolia
White horehound (Marrubium vulgare)

Bulbs and corms

Allium species
Autumn crocus (Colchicum species)
Crocus species
Fritillaries (Fritillaria species)
Glory of the snow (Chionodoxa luciliae)
Grape hyacinth (Muscari species)
Hyacinth (Hyacinthus orientalis)
Siberian squill (Scilla siberica)
Snowdrops (Galanthus species)
Snowflakes (Leucojum and Acis species)
Winter aconite (Eranthis hyemalis)

Vegetables and culinary herbs

Asparagus
Brassicas left to flower
Broad bean
Hyssop (Hyssopus officinalis)
Marjoram (Origanum species
Marrow and other cucurbits
Mint (Mentha species)
Rosemary (Rosmarinus officinalis)
Runner bean
Sage (Salvia officinalis)
Thyme (Thymus species)

Trees and shrubs

Almond (Prunus dulcis)
Apple, including ornamental Malus
Barberry (Berberis species)
Blackberry
Blackthorn (Prunus spinosa)
Boston ivy (Parthenocissus tricuspidata)
Box (Buxus sempervirens)
Brooms (Cytisus species)
Caryopteris
Ceanothus species (spring-flowering types)
Cherry, including single-flowered ornamental types
Cherry laurel (Prunus laurocerasus)
Christmas box (Sarcococca species)
Clematis cirrhosa
Cotoneaster species
Currants, red, black, white and ornamental
Ribes species
Daisy bush (Olearia species)
Daphne mezereum
Dogwood (Cornus alba)
Enkianthus campanulatus
Escallonia hybrids
False acacia (Robinia pseudoacacia)
Firethorn (Pyracantha cultivars)
Fuchsia species
Gaultheria shallon
Gooseberry
Gorse (Ulex species)
Hawthorns (Crataegus species)
Hazel (Corylus avellana)
Heather (Calluna vulgaris)
Heathers (Erica species)
Hebe species
Holly (Ilex aquifolium)
Horse chestnuts (Aesculus species)
Hypericum species
Indian bean tree (Catalpa bignonioides)
Ivy (Hedera helix)
Japanese quince (Chaenomeles speciosa and C. x superba)
Judas tree (Cercis siliquastrum)
Koelreuteria paniculata
Lavender (Lavandula species)
Lime (Tilia species) - note Tilia tomentosa ‘Petiolaris’ nectar is sometimes harmful to bumblebees
Loganberry
Lonicera × purpusiiMahonia aquifolium
Maples (Acer species)
Mountain ash (Sorbus aucuparia)
Orange ball buddleia (Buddleja globosa)
Pear and ornamental
Pyrus speciesPerovskia atriplicifolia
Plums
Potentilla fruticosa
Raspberry
Rock rose (Helianthemum species)
Rose - single-flowered species types (Rosa species)
Snowberry (Symphoricarpos species)
Strawberry tree (Arbutus unedo)
sycamore (Acer pseudoplatanus)
Sweet bay (Laurus nobilis)
Tetradium daniellii
Virginia creeper (Parthenocissus quinquefolia)
Weigela florida and hybrids
Willows, male forms, especially goat willow (Salix caprea)

Wild flowers

Bindweed (Convolvulus arvensis)
Birdsfoot trefoil (Lotus corniculatus)
Burdock (Arctium lappa)
Charlock (Sinapis arvensis)
Chickweed (Stellaria media)
Clovers (Trifolium species)
Coltsfoot (Tussilago farfara)
Dandelion (Taraxacum officinale)
Devil's bit scabious (Succisa pratensis)
Field scabious (Knautia arvensis)
Figworts (Scrophularia species)
Hemp agrimony (Eupatorium cannabinum)
Hogweed (Heracleum sphondylium)
Horseshoe vetch (Hippocrepis comosa)
Knapweeds (Centaurea species)
Knotgrasses (Polygonum species)
Lesser celandine (Ranunculus ficaria)
Mallows (Malva species)
Marsh marigold (Caltha palustris)
Meadow clary (Salvia pratensis)
Meadowsweet (Filipendula ulmaria)
Poppies (Papaver species)
Purple loosestrife (Lythrum salicaria)
Red deadnettle (Lamium purpureum)
Rose bay willowherb (Epilobium angustifolium)
Teasel (Dipsacus fullonum)
Thistles (Cirsium species)
Toadflax (Linaria vulgaris)
Traveller's joy (Clematis vitalba)
Valerian (Valeriana officinalis)
Viper's bugloss (Echium vulgare)
White bryony (Bryonia dioica)
White melilot (Melilotus alba)
Yellow melilot (M. officinalis)
Yellow trefoil (Trifolium dubium)

BEN

2009-06-29T19:33:00.003Z

Ben, the two of us need look no more

We both found what we were looking for

With a friend to call my own

I'll never be alone And you, my friend, will see

You've got a friend in me (you've got a friend in me)

Ben, you're always running here and there

You feel you're not wanted anywhere

If you ever look behind And don't like what you find

There's one thing you should know

You've got a place to go (you've got a place to go)

I used to say "I" and "me" Now it's "us", now it's "we"

Ben, most people would turn you away

I don't listen to a word they say

They don't see you as I do I wish they would try to

I'm sure they'd think again

If they had a friend like Ben (a friend)

Like Ben (like Ben) Like Ben

~ Today ~

2009-06-04T21:53:00.000Z

~ Beloved ~

2009-05-23T09:40:00.007Z

Beloved,
In what other lives or lands
Have I known your lips
Your hands
Your laughter brave
Irreverent.
Those sweet excesses that
I do adore

What surety is there
That we will meet again,
On other worlds some
Future time undated.

I defy my body's haste
Without the Promise
Of one more sweet encounter
I will not deign to die.

By
Maya Angelou
Pictures from The Chelsea Flower Show

The Emerald Tablet

2009-04-29T07:30:00.002Z

Arabic Translation:

1. It contains an accurate commentary that can’t be doubted.
2. It states: What is the above is from the below and the below is from the above. The work of wonders is from one.
3. And all things sprang from this essence through a single projection. How marvelous is its work! It is the principle part of the world and its custodian.
4. Its father is the sun and its mother is the moon. Thus the wind bore it within it and the earth nourished it.
5. Father of talismans and keeper of wonders.
6. Perfect in power that reveals the lights.
7. It is a fire that became our earth. Separate the earth from the fire and you shall adhere more to that which is subtle than that which is coarse, through care and wisdom.
8. It ascends from the earth to the heaven. It extracts the lights from the heights and descends to the earth containing the power of the above and the below for it is with the light of the lights. Therefore the darkness flees from it.
9. The greatest power overcomes everything that is subtle and it penetrates all that is coarse.
10. The formation of the microcosm is in accordance with the formation of the macrocosm.
11. The scholars made this their path.
12. This is why Thrice Hermes was exalted with wisdom.
13. This is his last book that he hid in the catacomb.

Newton's Translation:

1. Tis true without lying, certain most true.
2. That wch is below is like that wch is above that wch is above is like yt wch is below to do ye miracles of one only thing.
3. And as all things have been arose from one by ye meditation of one: so all things have their birth from this one thing by adaptation.
4. The Sun is its father, the moon its mother,
5. the wind hath carried it in its belly, the earth its nourse.
6. The father of all perfection in ye whole world is here.
7. Its force or power is entire if it be converted into earth.
7a. Separate thou ye earth from ye fire, ye subtile from the gross sweetly wth great indoustry.
8. It ascends from ye earth to ye heaven again it desends to ye earth and receives ye force of things superior inferior.
9. By this means ye shall have ye glory of ye whole world thereby all obscurity shall fly from you.
10. Its force is above all force. ffor it vanquishes every subtile thing penetrates every solid thing.
11a. So was ye world created.
12. From this are do come admirable adaptations whereof ye means (Or process) is here in this.
13. Hence I am called Hermes Trismegist, having the three parts of ye philosophy of ye whole world.
14. That wch I have said of ye operation of ye Sun is accomplished ended.

Original edition of the Latin text. (Chrysogonus Polydorus, Nuremberg 1541): Verum, sine mendacio, certum et verissimum: Quod est inferius est sicut quod est superius, et quod est superius est sicut quod est inferius, ad perpetranda miracula rei unius. Et sicut res omnes fuerunt ab uno, meditatione unius, sic omnes res natae ab hac una re, adaptatione. Pater eius est Sol. Mater eius est Luna. Portavit illud Ventus in ventre suo. Nutrix eius terra est. Pater omnis telesmi[3] totius mundi est hic. Virtus eius integra est si versa fuerit in terram. Separabis terram ab igne, subtile ab spisso, suaviter, magno cum ingenio. Ascendit a terra in coelum, iterumque descendit in terram, et recipit vim superiorum et inferiorum. Sic habebis Gloriam totius mundi. Ideo fugiet a te omnis obscuritas. Haec est totius fortitudinis fortitudo fortis, quia vincet omnem rem subtilem, omnemque solidam penetrabit. Sic mundus creatus est. Hinc erunt adaptationes mirabiles, quarum modus est hic. Itaque vocatus sum Hermes Trismegistus, habens tres partes philosophiae totius mundi. Completum est quod dixi de operatione Solis.

contemporary Latin translation:

1. True, without error, certain and most true
2. That which is below is as that which is above, and that which is above is as that which is below, to perform the miracles of the one thing.
3. And as all things were from [the] one, by [means of] the meditation of [the] one, thus all things of the daughter from [the] one, by [means of] adaptation.
4. Its father is the sun, its mother[,]the moon, the wind carried it in its belly, its nurse is the earth.
5. The father of all the initiates of the whole world is here.
6. Its power is integrating if it be turned into earth.
7. Separate the earth from the fire, the fine from the dense, delicately, by [means of/to] the great [together] with capacity.
8. It ascends by [means of] earth into heaven and again it descends into the earth, and retakes the power of the superior[s] and of the inferior[s].
9. Thus[,] you have the glory of the whole world.
10. Therefore[,] may it drive-out by [means of] you of all the obscurity.
11. This is the whole of the strength of the strong force, because it overcomes all fine things, and penetrates all the complete.
12. Thus[,] the world has been created.
13. Hence they were wonderful adaptations, of which this is the manner.
14. Therefore[,] I am Hermes the Thrice Great, having the three parts of the philosophy of the whole world.
15. What I have said concerning the operation of the Sun has been completed.

Break the Spell !

2009-03-06T20:26:00.002Z

Hypnosis is as old as mankind. At first it was associated with mystical, magical or occult phenomena, but as time passed it became the subject of scientific investigation. At the end of the 19th century the scientific community took a more serious interest in hypnotism and much of the "Hocus Pocus" was eliminated from the equation. When we began to understand how hypnosis works, the art of hypnosis began to flourish.

Here are the fundamentals that you need to know in order to understand how mass covert hypnosis is being used against you virtually every day:
First of all hypnosis is a special, altered state of awareness in which a person becomes more suggestible. The ideas that the hypnotist gives that person bypass normal conscious thinking and influence him/her directly at the unconscious level.

When I speak about the unconscious (sometimes referred to as the "subconscious" or "non-conscious" mind - these are all really different words for the same thing), I mean that part of you that stores your memories, feelings, hopes & dreams and is responsible for automatic behaviors - it regulates everything from your heartbeat to your habits. When you have a craving for chocolate, when you find yourself doing things automatically (like driving on the freeway - can you remember what sights you passed between your entry and your exit?) or when you choose one brand of washing powder over another - even though you have NO IDEA what the difference between them really is, that is your unconscious mind in action.

The conditions for allowing the state of hypnosis to arise are simple:

1. Fixate the attention
2. Somehow bypass or shut down the normal intellect, i.e. "critical" or "rational" thinking

Once the state is induced, a hypnotist can start planting his suggestions inside the mind. Luckily your mind is not without its defenses - we will come to these, and the ways in which some people are trying to break down your defenses every day!

Let’s look a little more closely at the traditional methods people have used for inducing hypnosis.

To fixate attention means to absorb it, to concentrate, to narrow your awareness down to a single point of attention (like tunnel vision or a single idea). This can be done in many ways. Traditionally focus points have been the "ordinary" like a light or the hypnotists finger, through to the exotic, like the rhythmic chanting ofeastern mystics, the repetition of a word or phrase (like a "mantra") or focusing on the light of a candle.

To bypass rational thinking there are many methods. The simplest one is engaging in repetitive "non-intellectual" activities. Rhythmic drumming or whirling in circles, a mind-numbingly boring lecturer or the rhythmic chanting of "mantras" or other prayers can have this effect. Over time more sophisticated techniques evolved.

So this is the first crucial thing to remember: to induce a hypnotic trance (and open the mind to suggestion) the basic conditions are get attention and turn off the intellect.

The next thing that needs to happen is that the unconscious mind is influenced. But the unconscious mind has got defenses - for example hypnosis alone cannot be used to force someone to break their own moral code. No one can hypnotize you and make you murder someone else (unless you really don't mind killing them anyway). But they can make you see things in a way that makes killing OK - for example this is something that army indoctrination programs do. This last is an example of what are called hypnotic realities.

A hypnotic reality changes the way we think the world is, which then allows us to make "rational" choices that can be predicted. For example, if you are convinced that a certain washing powder has a special ingredient that cleans clothes better, it is rational to choose to buy it. Whether or not that magic ingredient actually exists or even works is irrelevant. The fact is that once your mind accepts that as a reality, your natural choices will take you down a predetermined path.

The same is true in politics: you will naturally withdraw your support from a politician that is corrupt - so smear campaigns started to evolve. It is natural to give your support to a politician who seems to have a clear solution in a time of crisis - which is why the outbreak of a war or a natural disaster has "saved" many flagging careers.

There are many devices for creating and installing these hypnotic realities: hypnotic stories, loaded hypnotic language, repetition, the voice of authority, trance logic. We will investigate these in order to familiarize you with the tricks being used on you until you can spot it happening and choose to stop it.
For now the stage is set for mass covert hypnosis. All you need to start a campaign of mass covert hypnosis is:

1. Reach enough people (there is an element of group dynamics that can be helpful to the hypnotist),
2. Rivet their attention for a period of time,
3. Switch off their intellect,
4. Hypnotically install a reality in which a normal, ethical person can only act in the way you want them to.

Mass Covert Hypnosis And The Media

It there are many different environments that will allow someone to create the 4 conditions for mass covert hypnosis to occur.

A cult may invite you to a meeting, talk or special seminar.
A lobby group may stage a mass rally with long speeches, the chanting of repetitive slogans and tiring marches.
A rock concert can be used to support a political message.

These activities may not be bad in themselves, but they have the potential to alter your state of consciousness enough to open your mind to mass suggestion. Whether this is done deliberately or accidentally is a mere historical footnote. The fact is your choice was taken away from you, the only individual entitled to determine the course of your life.

Luckily most of the example activities I have just mentioned are improperly stage managed so that the hypnotic effect is haphazard: whilst it is more likely that you will be influenced than not, it would still be difficult to tell the outcome in advance.
If you want to know the effectiveness of true covert mass hypnosis techniques in action when they are used with a purpose and properly stage managed, just look at Hitler's rallies in the 1930s and the 1940s.

Hitler's rallies were carefully crafted using every trick in the book (as they knew it then) to take a nation of decent people and make them either blind to the evil consequences of his regime (known as a negative hallucination) or embrace his twisted ideas one carefully managed step at a time.

Hitler used many people to help him in his campaign to corrupt a nation, including a drama teacher to help him deliver powerful and emotional speeches. But his most irresistible medium ever was film. Film allowed Hitler to take his message to an entire nation. If you think about it, film was ideal for a campaign of deliberate cover mass hypnosis because by its very nature it:

1. Reached millions of people at the same time
2. Forced them to sit still and pay attention for a period of time
3. Encouraged people to "Switch Off And Enjoy The Show" and
4. Bombarded them with the same (hypnotic) messages in many different ways.

The four conditions for mass covert hypnosis were satisfied. This s as true today as it was in Hitler's day. Only now we have television as well as cinemas to contend. We have seen what Hitler's messages bombarding a movie going nation once a week could do. Now think about how much more power a TV set has. It fulfils the 4 conditions just as well as film: its in your home (so your defenses are down) and you watch it every day!

In fact many children spend more time watching TV then they do going to school. Who do you think controls what they will be thinking when they grow up?

Still doubtful?

Well here are two studies that may shock you.

The first is by a researcher called Herbert Krugman. In his tests he found that the part of the brain responsible for the normal intellect, like rational thought, gets tuned down and other parts of the brain get stimulates into hyper activity. It literally numbs your ability to think rationally.

The second study is just a worrying. Thomas Mullholland put a bunch of children in front of a television set. The TV was wired so that it would automatically switch off when the children's brain state switched from a normal everyday state to a more receptive state almost comatose in nature - like hypnosis.

They tried this a bunch of ways. The children were warned to keep alert. But no matter what the children did, within 30 seconds of the TV being turned on, those children entered a trance state and the television sets automatically clicked off.
30 seconds.
That's all it takes for your mind to be switched into a hypnotically receptive mode - just 30 seconds.

How long do you watch TV?

How many messages have you let into your mind without realizing how they have shaped your thinking?

If you are feeling unsettled right now, your fears are not unfounded. Watching TV meets all the conditions for delivering a campaign of covert mass hypnosis: the studies have shown that TV focuses your attention and switches off (or at least "dumbs down") your intellect to the point where your mind becomes easy to influence with hypnotic messages.

Now that we have discovered the basic "hypnotic" medium that is being used to make your mind vulnerable, lets have a look at the techniques that advertisers, politicians and political activists use plant Hypnotic Realities inside you so that you cannot help but do what they want you to do.

Covert Mass Hypnosis Strategies

The enemy of covert mass hypnosis is rational thinking. If you could reason logically whilst the messages are being implanted in your mind, you could deliberately block the process quite easily. It is more difficult to go in and root out a Hypnotic Reality that has already grown into full bloom inside your mind. It can be done, but prevention is a much better remedy than a cure!

So of course on of the primary strategies that a gifted covert hypnotist will use is to systematically break down your ability to reason. And there are many ways to do this.

Stir Up Primitive Drives

You may have thought that you have only one brain. Well it turns out that you have at least three, and each one does a different job. These brains are divided into 3 "shells" that grow around each other.

At the centre we have what is called the "R-complex". The R-complex is made up of the brain stem and the cerebellum. Now the closest thing that resembles this brain in nature is the brains of reptiles. Both a reptile’s brain and the R-complex have the same function: survival instincts. The basics are eat, sleep, mate, fight and run away.

The next "brain" is a layer called the limbic system. Sometimes its referred to as the "mammalian brain" because it looks and acts a lot like the kinds of brains we find in lower mammals (like cats and dogs.) It basically regulates your emotions, some aspects of your personal identity and some aspects of your memory.
The topmost layer is the most complex. It is called the "neo-cortex" or sometimes the "cerebral cortex". We share this structure with our primate cousins, though our version of it is ridiculously large in comparison. This is where our "higher" functions come from. We can socialize, reason, plan and speak thanks to this part of our brain.

Now normally the three brains work in balance. But as soon as the basic function of one of the lower brains is threatened, it short circuits the functions of the higher ones. So the first thing to go in stressful situations is our reason, our ability to speak coherently and plan ahead.

When your safety is threatened, the R-complex kicks in and makes you run on autopilot to keep you safe (by running away or fighting). When your emotions are stimulated to a high degree (e.g. when you're in love or when you're angry) again you loose the ability to reason or plan ahead properly.

Enter the mass manipulators. Did you ever hear a politician paint you a grim picture about rising crime rates (lack of safety) or rising unemployment (lack of food and shelter)? If their words hit home, then chances are pretty good that your ability to reason afterwards was impaired. All you know is that you want the problem to go away. You stop thinking the issues through clearly and the politician gets away with making bold claims without any real logic behind them.

This is a trick that Hitler had perfected. As a mass manipulator, he was lucky to live at a time when unemployment and food shortages swept through Germany. People where desperate and reason was in short supply. Hitler's speeches hit the R-complex square in its needs, and the rest (as they say) is history.

The same is true of political activists. Look at the scare surrounding the climate change problem. How many of the messages you are being pumped full of are actual reasoned arguments? How much of it is designed to just make you feel afraid?

Whilst their cause might be a decent one, to keep our planet from harm, their methods are at times as sinister as Hitler or Stalin's propaganda machine.
The news and politicians tend to thrive on the attention that they get from stimulating the R-complex. War, death, disaster, disease, corruption, evil, atrocities... these things sell papers or make you tune in to CNN. We think that the world is a terrible and evil place because that is the message that is being pumped at us - either to get us to look (e.g. the news) or to make us desperate for a political change.

Of course the general sense of unease that we are left with (in some cases it develops into a full blown paranoia) is the price we pay for their successful campaign to dominate our thinking.

Advertisers are also no strangers to manipulating our R-complex. We all know that sex sells.

Why do we see a sexually alluring woman draping herself across the bonnet (hood for our American friends) of a car?
Because men are aroused by the sight at some level. The R-complex kicks in and wants to mate. Whilst we may mask the desire from ourselves or under a social veneer, we still buy the message: car means sex. Buy car have sex.

The logic of the idea is atrocious. But we're not thinking logically any more. Advertisers may (for the most part) be using more pleasant images, but they are still controlling your impulses to limit your choices down to one: do as we say!

The price we pay for this kind of associational logic that we have been exposed pretty much since birth is that we have a pretty warped sense of what we want from the world.

There was a time when our basic needs (eat, sleep, procreate) could be satisfied by living on a small farm in the middle of nowhere. It could be satisfied living in a city or town. There were more ways to find happiness because our choices where not narrowed down.

Ironically with the birth of industry we have more choice than ever in terms of what products we can use. The problem is that as our choice of things increase, our choices of lifestyles decrease. Men desire women with movie star looks and women need cosmetic surgery to feel desirable.

There must be something wrong with this?

The problem is whilst our thinking is restricted to the R-complex, so cleverly stimulated by the media industry as a whole, we don't have a chance to think for ourselves.

The Mood Manipulators
There is another consequence of the Triune Brain model we just discussed. Apart from using fear to cripple our ability to think for ourselves, we can be swayed by any strong emotional response.

Again we turn to advertising. You're watching TV (good boy, keep watching the hypnosis box), you're receptive, an advert comes up with alluring images (R-complex starts overriding things) cue music and emotionally laden images.
Just as stimulating the need for sex, food or safety, so developing a strong emotional response in someone will short circuit their ability to think straight.

Cue nostalgic music. A handsome grandfather plays with his adorable granddaughter. They have a fun day, the little girl shows an expression of pure love for grandfather. He gives her a little treat, sweets from an old candy jar. Impossibly the little girls expression lights up even more. We are filled with happiness and delight with the privilege of witnessing this scene. Cue the cheap plastic bag of candy you can get for 99 cents in any drug store.

We unconsciously accept the message: to feel loved eat this candy.
Or: buy the pure love of children, bribe them with these sweets.

Consciously it doesn't make sense. But when do you find yourself in the drugstore searching out the brand of "happy candy"?

When you've had a bad day and need some love and affection.
Ask any therapist and you will hear that the most common underlying problem driving obesity is unhappiness. A feeling of loneliness, or that you are not loveable. When we are down and out we grasp at the magic pill to make us happy again. Logically we know it won't make us happy - just fat. But who is capable of logic anymore?

The hypnotic principle being employed here is "to change someone's mind change their mood."

Next time you watch TV just notice how much of what you are seeing and hearing is designed to manipulate your mood so that your unconscious makes similar mistakes in their favour!

Hypnotic Language Patterns

Consider this little item that could come from any political rally:

"We deserve to live happily, we have the right to be free from fear, we need to ensure that our children are safe in our homes and on our streets and we will do whatever it takes to make sure that happens"

Rousing stuff? Maybe.

But have a look at what is actually being said. Do you have any idea what this politician is on about?

The truth is if you ask 10 different people, you'll get 10 different answers. The politician in question has made a statement that is a piece of hypnotic genius: we find our own meanings in it. Because we find our own meanings, we think that he's speaking to us about our own needs

This is the power of hypnotic language. Hypnotic language can turn off your reasoning process, it can make you identify with the speakers message as though it were your own and accept his conclusions despite the lack of evidence (or even evidence to the contrary).

You're watching a political broadcast. The guest speaker starts with a grim piece of news:

"Yesterday Mary X was walking with her children in the park. A gang of thugs raped and killed her whilst the children watched and cried..."

My apologies for this grim piece of language. If you are feeling disturbed just reading this, then you have just felt your R-complex being activated. The politician telling this grim story has just switched off your ability to reason. If he is good, he can convince you of anything now - the death penalty, more taxes (for a bigger police force or more prisons), even changes in the law that end up infringing your own civil liberties.

He doesn't have to prove a thing. He has caught your mind so firmly with his hypnotic language that he can make you believe almost anything now. All he has to do is follow the hypnotic principles one step at a time and you'll be caught - unless you can see what he's doing and refuse to let him lead you around by the nose!

Now the topic of hypnotic language is vast. These examples were just the tip of a very large iceberg. And politicians and other cult leaders are particularly good at using it to subtly control what you think and don't even consider.

The Law Of Repetition
This one is a hypnosis classic. The more often you say something the more you'll believe it. The more a message is repeated to you, the more real it seems to become. This is partly because your memory finds more examples of it, and partly because of the way that your mind tries to reconstruct reality.
Repeat a message often enough and in different guises, and it is accepted as truth. At one stage in our history we all believed that the world was flat. Then came Galileo and was almost burned at the stake for suggesting it was round.

Now we all know it is round.

Or do we?

Ask yourself this: how do you KNOW that the world is round?

Now I am not from the Flat Earth Society. I have no wish to convince you that the world is flat. I just want you to think for a moment: how do you know what you know?

Chances are that unless you are a doctor of mathematics, an astrophysicist or an actual astronaut you have never worked this fact out for yourself through personal observation or mathematical measurements.
You believed other people. Enough people told you it was so and you believed them.

Imagine what would happen if all the papers tomorrow said "Scientific Scam - The World Is Not Round" and told you that rebel scientists have decided to break the great secret on pain of death. At first you wouldn't be sure whether to believe the story. But it gets run again on the news. They interview some of these rebel scientists. They show photos that demonstrate how the curvature of the earth is an optical illusion. The evidence seems to pile up. How long would you hold out before you started to doubt what you now consider to be a cast-iron fact?

Politicians know this. They know that they can insinuate an idea in your mind. Come back to it time and time again. Build you up until you're ready to accept it as the truth just on their say so - with absolutely no reasonable evidence to back it up.

Just think of the "Weapons of mass destruction" debacle that both the UK Prime Minister and the US President found themselves in. We believed them without a shred of evidence.

Why did we do it?

Because they kept telling us the same thing, over and over again, on TV when our mental defenses were down.

Did we really have a chance?

Specialist Techniques

There are many more techniques from the field of hypnosis and covert hypnosis that are being used more and more each day to influence you. Hypnotic stories (yes they exist!), shock & confusion, core drives and needs...

Sadly I do not have the time or the space to break each one of these specialist techniques down for you here. However there is one technique that is so subtle, so undetectable and so powerful that I feel obliged to make sure you know about it.

It is known as the "interspersal technique" or more commonly as "embedded commands"

An embedded command is a hypnotic command hidden inside of a normal, innocent sounding comment. Consider this:

"I need to tell you that ACME Product has just hit the shelves. By now you'll have heard that there was a small delay to get it in shops, but we're pleased to announce that we can get it there NOW without any problems. We feel proud to have done so at last."

This sounds like an innocent announcement you could hear on the radio or in a TV slot somewhere right?
Now take another look at the statement with the message I have italicized for you:

"I need to tell you that ACME Product has just hit the shelves. By [buy] now you'll have heard that there was a small delay to get it in shops, but we're pleased to announce that we can get it there NOW without any problems. We feel proud to have done so at last."

This gives you the following set of instructions:

"Need ACME Product , [buy] now, get it in shops, get it there NOW , feel proud to have done so at last."

An embedded command allows you to use a special gesture, change of tone or other hypnotic trick to alert the unconscious mind to the secret message hidden inside the ordinary comment. Consciously we hear the normal comment and don't think too much of it. Unconsciously we here the true message, and if the conditions were set up correctly, we get the "spontaneous" feeling that we really need another ACME product.

This is a powerful hypnotic technique that politicians and advertisement executives are learning all over the world now. It is almost impossible to spot, unless you know what to look for. And it is devastatingly effective.

Break The Trance

I hope that I have given you a solid foundation for understanding how covert mass hypnosis is being used against you. With all the conflicting hypnotic messages we are bombarded with every day, it is no wonder that more and more people are confused about what they want out of life.

We are being manipulated into believing things, wanting things and feeling bad about things that we otherwise would not care about in the least. When we leave our minds open to anyone, we cannot be surprised if we end up getting something that isn't really any good for us.

We have a responsibility to choose our own way. We can take all these messages and examine them with our full reasoning abilities. Some of them will actually be worthwhile. You can the chose to let these in. Others will be unmasked for the destructive and manipulative things that they are. We can chose to expel those.

To prevent a negative suggestion taking hold in your mind is easy. As you hear it, consider what it really means. When the politician tells you that crime is out of control, what are his sources? Are things really any worse in your neighbourhood? Have things, in your own experience, been getting better over the years?

If the politician's or the adverts message doesn't match your experience then they had better have a damned good argument - with real facts to back it up. Not some emotional jujitsu, and not some random statistic thrown in without any explanation of how it was arrived at. Remember 80% of statistics are made up - including that one :-)

Be careful what you watch on TV. If you watch the news, then take at least an equal measure of time to think about all the things that are NOT going wrong in the world.

My personal preference is to simply avoid the news altogether (actually I don't watch any TV at all - apart from having a clearer sense of what my life is about, I have so many more hours to enjoy it in!) If anything really important happens - like the outbreak of war or the change in oil prices - I am sure to find that out from other people. In the last 7 years I have not missed one major event. But I have saved myself countless hours of needless anxiety.

And my mind is my own!

Published by Clifford Mee & Igor Ledochowski

Hercules and Omphale

2009-02-26T22:38:00.001Z

François Lemoyne
Hercules and Omphale
1724

To a Mouse

2009-02-24T15:06:00.002Z

Small, sleek, cowering, timorous beast,
O, what a panic is in your breast!

You need not start away so hasty

With hurrying scamper!

I would be loath to run and chase you,

With murdering plough-staff.

I'm truly sorry man's dominion

Has broken Nature's social union,

And justifies that ill opinion

Which makes thee startle

At me, thy poor, earth born companion

And fellow mortal!

I doubt not, sometimes, but you may steal;

What then?

Poor beast, you must live!

An odd ear in twenty-four sheaves

Is a small request;

I will get a blessing with what is left,

And never miss it.

Your small house, too, in ruin!

It's feeble walls the winds are scattering!

And nothing now, to build a new one,

Of coarse grass green!

And bleak December's winds coming,

Both bitter and keen!

You saw the fields laid bare and wasted,

And weary winter coming fast,

And cozy here, beneath the blast,

You thought to dwell,

Till crash! the cruel plough past

Out through your cell.

That small bit heap of leaves and stubble,

Has cost you many a weary nibble!

Now you are turned out, for all your trouble,

Without house or holding,

To endure the winter's sleety dribble,

And hoar-frost cold.

But Mouse, you are not alone,

In proving foresight may be vain:

The best laid schemes of mice and men

Go often askew,

And leaves us nothing but grief and pain,

For promised joy!

Still you are blest, compared with me!

The present only touches you:

But oh! I backward cast my eye,

On prospects dreary!

And forward, though I cannot see,

I guess and fear!

Standard English Translation
Robert Burns

Skull and Bones

2009-02-22T15:49:00.000Z

I first began looking into the “Bonesmen” of Yale university several years ago when it became apparent that both Al Gore and George W Bush were members of this secret society. At first glance this is yet another off shoot of the sad cretins known as “Freemasons” these odious little men form a society that was formed from the alleged occult secrets stolen by torture from my brave and bold sisters during the burning times.

What these fuckwits don’t seem to realise is that all they were told was jokes, and old jokes at that!
“We are naked in our rites”
Well any neophyte to the true craft of the wise will understand this little jest as they wonder at corpulent, middle aged men, jangling their bits in a vain attempt to emulate a merry dance.

Most recently this disgraceful activity has been exposed in what I believe is a mundane attempt at the rites of Mithras.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/4513158.stm

The “Salute” or kiss of Satan is even funnier. The kiss to the arse of Satan, not to the left, not to the right but right in the hole. Imagine now whose arse the Bushes of several generations have kissed! ~ Crude enough I know but I never believed this merry jape, who in their right mind would consider kissing someone’s arse to be a gateway to anything?

The girls had to say something, they were victims of the pilkie claws, many other tortures were designed by celibate clerics to gain secrets from wise women of past times, to say nothing was an impossibility, these tortures were designed to maim, inflict horrific pain and yet to deny the blessed relief of death.

True the “Masonic brotherhood” do have privy to several lower class hexes, for this reason they are know in England as Slugs or Leeches in the United States as Gophers or Skunks (Yes they do stink and may be recognised by their smell!) However these minor hexes are easily overcome most often by laughing at them.

The “Skull and Bones” fraternity at Yale have refined the rites quite considerably, most notably by the fact that initiates are invited to join by their family genealogy resulting in the inbreeding most noticeable both physically and by his lack of intellectual ability in George W Bush.

The other initiation rites are equally sad and are well documented through the internet, they seem to rely heavily on the ancient belief that whoever is in possession of the skull and long bones of a person controls their spirit, resulting in the disgraceful theft and retention of the skull of Geronimo by Prescott Bush and several other “Bonesmen”.

Again this group of fools have shot themselves in the foot, bowing down to and kissing Geronimo’s skull has simply given this great warrior spirit power and dominion over the richest and most powerful families in the world. If My Lord Geronimo needed this ancient relic he would have it, a true spirit could never be trapped by the mundane.

That only 500 members of the Skull and Bones secret society are alive at any one time yet they are most often the President and members of the ruling elite in the United States can hardly be coincidence, and yet what have they contributed to human kind? Lies, mass murder, deception. You see they consider us (everyone who is not a “Bonesman”) as Barbarians, not as people at all. This is clearly shown in their actions over past generations.

So after laughing at their silly mundane rites I looked deeper and guess what I found? You see by trying to enslave the human race, whose destiny have they really denied? Who have never been able to fly freely through the Ether? Who have been enslaved by lies, jokes and theft? Whose inbreeding has manifested ugly and intellectually stunted individuals?

Who’s to say what these people might have evolved into if their asinine ancestors had not forced them into the hideous mould created as “Skull and Bones” They might have been able to dream their own dreams at night, they might not be so thoroughly trapped by the mundane as they obviously are.

They might have been able to create a world to be proud of.

You see, the riches they own, the “power” their families claim was stolen generations ago, all they have is what we didn’t want! They’ve always had what they still seek! Which is perhaps the best joke of all, they will never know what they have, they perhaps might glimpse what they could have been but they will never live their destiny as you and I do.

My plans for the rest of today are to dance for my Lord Geronimo.

“I was born on the prairies where the wind blew free and there was nothing to break the light of the sun. I was born where there were no enclosures.”

Geronimo of the Apache People

Non Violent non-cooperation

2009-02-20T22:38:00.002Z

Non Violent non-cooperation……….we are tiny drops in the ocean but together we are the oceans……….

So what is it these bastards want? These elite, these reptilians? It can’t be money because they fucking invented the filthy lucre and let’s face it they have it all already, they enslave us through their monetary system, but that’s not enough, it’s not their goal it’s not their aim.

They have taken a very long time, worked craftily and carefully for maybe thousands of years, they have removed us from our divinity with their religions, religions that are all the same! Mithras bears such an uncanny resemblance to Jesus who bears a very strong resemblance to Horus, these religions have another resemblance the congregation must not approach the divine directly but must do so through intervention from priests.

Possibly thought then we are being removed from our own divinity, denied our own powers, our spiritual awareness is stunted and thwarted we are encouraged to think of the divine as other, as outside ourselves and are grounded with only our five senses, we have more than five who knows how many more, in my every day work I am a psychic, I work on the premium phone lines, every body I speak to is an empath, is psychic, a healer EVERYBODY!

We are made up of energy, cosmic energy, basically that’s all we are, electrical impulses, I am an energy worker and I know how these energies can be directed, used for healing, understanding, psychic communication, our energies never die, they can’t they can leave our bodies and change but energy is infinite, changeable, focused or unfocused, mixing and blending with the cosmic whole or staying unique and individual just as we ourselves are.

Another possible thought then is that these powers that be; these fucking wankers that are controlling everyone are themselves after energy, our energy. Some energy they feed well from, some of it gives them a buzz, fear seems to be really potent for them, hate is an energy they cultivate again and again, sorrow will do at a push, grief will help them bubble, which may explain why we are kept in a state of fear, stress, pain and anguish. Even exposing their nasty games presents us with emotions that they can feed from. Remember emotion is simply energy, powerful directed energy when we watch our TV and see thousands die in the World Trade Centre.

These are my thoughts and I really want to be wrong, but why else constant war? Constant fear? constant division being promoted through humanity? Stupid reasons that make no sense given for why we must kill, why we must send our sons and daughters away to wars, how much fear is really being generated in Iraq, in Gaza, in Afghanistan? Take a moment can you feel that fear? That hate? That pain? Can you? I can, I am in a cold sweat, my stomach in knots, my eyes are full of tears and I know if I let them fall I will sob and sob.

We are being fooled and conned, held back, we know that now, eyes are being opened to awareness all over the world, yet we still feel small powerless unable and perhaps afraid to embrace our own powers, our own control, our own divinity, we have to stop being our own prison warders, we have to realise that we deny our own power at our peril. If they feed from our energy then we can change that, we need to be clear headed, not give in to despair or panic, we will have to be strong and there are difficult times ahead begin to feel your own energies, the energies around you, dare to be familiar with atmosphere, claim back your own divinity and know that you are a divine and powerful being.

Why have matters escalated over the past fifty years so much? They worked in secret for so long, so carefully, could it be arrogance that makes them break cover now or could it be their own fear? There own panic about what is happening with us, with the proles, the huddled masses, could it be that we as humans are evolving into a place we can fight them at their own game? We are evolving you know as a race, as humans, many of us are now born without wisdom teeth, acknowledged to be a natural evolution, how else are we evolving?

How else are we already evolved but in ignorance? Ask yourself these questions and dare to dream, because that’s all we have…….. our dreams.

It's a kind of Magic

2009-02-19T11:07:00.002Z

It’s a kind of magic It’s a kind of magic

A kind of magic

One dream one soul, one prize

One goal, one golden glance of what should be

It’s a kind of magic

One shaft of light that shows the way

No mortal man can win this day

It’s a kind of magic

The bell that rings inside your mind

It’s challenging the doors of time

It's a kind of magic

The waiting seems eternity

The day will dawn of sanity

Is this a kind of magic?

It's a kind of magic

There can be only one

This rage that lasts a thousand years

Will soon be gone

This flame that burns inside of me

I’m hearing secret harmonies

It’s a kind of magic

The bell that rings inside your mind

It’s challenging the doors of time

It’s a kind of magicIt’s a kind of magic

This rage that lasts a thousand years

Will soon be, will soon be

Will soon be gone

This is a kind of magic

There can be only one

This rage that lasts a thousand years

Will soon be gone

Magic – it’s a kind of magic

It’s a kind of magic

Magic, magic, magic, magic

It’s magic

It’s a kind of magic

Lyrics by Queen

Thanks Freddie X ~ X

~ The Quickening Moon ~

2009-02-10T11:43:00.003Z

The full moon in February can help prepare for rebirth. Deep within, seeds are stirring with visions fertile and strong. While winter's fury blusters and brays, our own inner visions stir in the growing light of day, below the surface of the earth, small seeds are awakening. Spring is still but a memory within our heart. but the worst of the winter is past and soon the growing season will start.

It's time to clear clutter within and around. Let go of anger, resentment and old limiting behaviour. Clear yourself of habits and things that no longer serve you. Make way for new growth. Light a candle, white for purification and potential, beckoning the brightness of spring.

Hunger Moon, Wild Moon, Ice Moon stealth,

In quiet preparation I love my self,

Brigit, Peresphone, Diana, Kuan Yin,

Help to cleanse and heal what's within

Dalas Jennifer Cobb

Wolf Moon

2009-01-06T16:33:00.001Z

This January moon is named for the wolf for two reasons: it occurs during the time of the year when food is scarce thus bringing the wolves into the villages in search for food, and the wolf pack is representative of the family.

Wolves keep the same families for life. This is the time to spend time and make peace with family, blood relatives, extended family and family figures.

Wear shades of burgundy or rose, and burn rose or burgundy-coloured candles. Alternatively, pine incense is also acceptable.

These colours represent family, love and togetherness. Now is the time to resolve issues that have weighed heavily upon your family or that you have been unable or unwilling to address or accept.

This full moon is in the astrological sign cancer. Use this moon toexplore previous lives, make a connection with the past or to renew old traditions.

Sources: Conway, DJ. Celtic Magic, Llewellyn Publications, St. Paul, MN, 1994.The Farmer's AlmanacGross, T. Native American Full Moons.Hawke, E. Praise to the Moon: Myth and Magic of the Lunar Cycle,Llewellyn Worldwide, 2002. Morrison, D. The Craft, Llewellyn Publications, St. Paul, MN, 2000.Copyright © 2004 Ireland's OWN.

...A Christmas Wish...

2008-12-21T10:30:00.002Z

Without the door let sorrow lie,

And if for cold it hap to die,

We'll bake it in a Christmas pie,

And evermore be merry.

Aries ~ Aries Rising

2008-12-08T11:23:00.001Z

Yeah well, I don't remember asking to be born, but I've been lumbered with this Aries Aries rising thing, which means I am a catalyst I change people, I don’t mean to it just happens. One minute I’m having a normal conversation in the pub next thing I know some Joe has turned into Jack the Giant Killer and is freaking out in the corner.

When I was younger I would attract every psychopath within a 30-mile radius, I spent my teens and early twenties wondering why all the blokes I met were mad and bad, then they turned into pussycats purring at my touch. Growling at anybody else who tried to get through their barriers.

Once I learned to say “No thank you, you can’t buy me a drink because you’re probably a psychopath!”

Life did get a bit easier. You may think I’m this or that but imagine how it is for me to be inside this! It’s difficult, I tippety toe around people daring them to be constant, not wanting to be the one that breaks their hearts, not wanting to be a leader, not wanting to be the one that everyone looks at when I walk into a room.

I didn’t deal the cards I’m just playing the hand I was given, I play well, I may beat you or I may fold, does it really matter?

I never meant to change you, I loved the way you were.

Today I have been listening to my “Aries” CDWagner ~

The Ride of the Valkyries

Vivaldi ~ Spring, From the Four seasons

Schumann ~ Traumerel (Dreaming)

Verdi ~ La Donna e Mobile

Delibes ~ Pizzicato from Sylvia

Strauss ~Radetzky March Opus 228

Orff ~ Fortuna Imperatrix Mundi,

From Carmina Burana

Holst ~ Mars, the bringer of War, From The Planets Suite

It helped.

Touched By An Angel

2008-12-04T13:44:00.000Z

We, unaccustomed to courage

exiles from delight

live coiled in shells of loneliness

until love leaves its high holy temple

and comes into our sight

to liberate us into life.

Love arrives

and in its train come ecstasies

old memories of pleasure

ancient histories of pain.

Yet if we are bold,

love strikes away the chains of fear

from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity

In the flush of love's light

we dare be brave

And suddenly we see

that love costs all we are

and will ever be.

Yet it is only love

which sets us free.

Maya Angelou

The Spider Totem

2008-11-22T09:21:00.000Z

The spider is the weaver of magic. There is much myth, legend and lore associated with this small and interesting creature. Nearly every culture, continent and tribe has some lore associated with the spider. They are said to be everything from the creators of the universe to the givers of the alphabet to man. They are associated often with the number 8 and are said to be the keepers of the internal plan of creation.

The spider is considered to be associated with the Earth element. Several American Indian tribes tell the story of Grandmother Spider. She is said to have spun the web of life and that all living creatures, beasts, and humans are interconnected through her web. Every life touches another via the intricate, complicated, interwoven threads.

The spiders web is also said to contain messages to man. One folk lore story suggests that it was a spider’s web that gave the gift of the alphabet to humankind so that they could communicate with each other, all over the world, with the written word. There are also variations on this theme of messages being sent through the spider by use of the web. One only need understand how to read the web correctly in order to interpret the message trying to be conveyed.

Many different names are given to the spider or it is connected with various god like traits. In India the spider is associated with Maya, the weaver of illusion. Greeks called the spider Neith and believed she was the “divine mother.” The Cherokee American Indians call the spider the “sacred weaver” and believe she spun the world into existence. The spider was also one of Athena, the Goddess of Wisdom’s, totem creatures, along with the Owl as she represented deep knowledge and understanding of life.

To watch a Spider spin its web is a wonder to behold. They diligently work to create a masterpiece of nature that they seem too small to accomplish. The silk of a spider is said to be stronger than a strand of steel of the same diameter. Their webs provide a means of catching the prey for their sustenance. It really is a marvelous work of art and nature. The spider creates her web and then goes about her business, when she returns she has a host of tasty insect meals to choose from. She wraps them up in her silken thread and preserves them for when she needs to nourish herself. Spiders are solitary creatures and their web patterns will vary by species.

The Spider possesses many virtues that are powerful and valuable and which any person would be wise to emulate or divine. One who has the power of the Spider will see enhanced balance, creative energy, and writing skills. Magic and intuition are also all part of this noble totem’s magic.

The Creative Spider Totem possesses the following virtues:

Balance, nurturing, energy, solidarity, intuition, inspired abilities, writing abilities, enhanced communication, wisdom, patience, fortitude, faith, ingenuity and divine knowledge.

Spider Pearls are said to impart their particular magical virtues to their owner. Spider Pearls are characteristic of its host; they possess all the virtues that may be seen in the Spider itself; the wisdom and understanding of this creature is contained within the pearl waiting for its proper owner to bestow its inner magic to that unique and fortunate individual. For century’s shamans, priestesses, spiritualists and practitioners of the occult have used Spider animal pearls to transfer the powerful magical energy of the Spider to themselves and to others in need of this commanding animal magic.

Spider pearls are highly sought after by any wishing to absorb Spider virtues into their lives and develop stronger mental abilities such as those embodied by this wise creature. The owner of a Spider pearl will see their lives, spiritual energy and mental clarity imbued with all of the virtues attributed to the “Creator” of the world, the Spider. The Spider totem is a strong spirit indeed and its magical properties are one of the most influential of all animal totems. Strength, magic, psychic energy, balance, creativity, and so much more can be integrated into the spirit of the possessor of this magical pearl and the Spider totem.

Copyright © 2006: Zahir Karbani UK Registration Number 253932

~ Because ~

2008-11-21T15:02:00.001Z

BECAUSE I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school where children played
At wrestling in a ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then ’t is centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses’ heads
Were toward eternity.

Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.

http://www.bartleby.com/113/4027.html

A Call To Arms

2008-11-14T10:26:00.001Z

Boy child, released from evil, free from pain,
We hope, where you are you can smile again.
Blessings for you we send from our heart.
We will, till from mortal life we too depart.

Empaths are here and time walkers too,
We are with you, to love and cherish you.
You suffering we take and lift you from care.
Alone? Darling never, your load we will bear.

Everything that they did is with us now,
We know and will heal you, somehow
We will soothe and release and love
Feel us now! On Earth or above.

Each blow and bite and kick and swing.
We take from you, peace and love bring.
Confusion is gone and clarity so sweet
Is with you now, we bow at your feet.

We surround you with rainbows
We take from you all the blows
Heal each and every injury….
Love, love and love will bless thee.

We tickle your feet and kiss your toes
Smile, sweet boy, and forget all woes
Chunter and chuckle, feel us all near
To protect you from those whom you fear.

With this spell our magic we work well
Our story for you baby boy will begin to tell
Sweet dreams fair one and blessings of peace
Now only with smiles your features will crease,

~ So Mote It Be ~

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/7708398.stm

Distant Dreamer

2008-11-06T12:33:00.001Z

Although you think I cope

My head is filled with hope

Of some place other than here

Although you think I smile

Inside and all the while

I'm wondering about my destiny

I'm thinking about all the things

I'd like to do in my life

I'm a dreamer

A distant dreamer

Dreaming far away

From today

Even when you see me frown

My heart won't let me down

Because I know there's better things to come,

oh yeah

And when life gets tough

And I feel like .. enough

I hold on to a distant star

I'm thinking about all the things

I'd like to do in my life

I'm a dreamer

A distant dreamer

Dreaming far away

From today

I'm a dreamer A distant dreamer

Dreaming far awayFrom today

Yeah,

I'm a dreamer

Ooh...

I'm a dreamer

A distant dreamer

Dreaming far away

From today

Yeah, I'm a dreamer

Ooh...

I'm a dreamer

Artist: Duffy

Album: Rockferry

We Return Thanks...

2008-10-31T08:14:00.001Z

We return thanks to our mother, the earth, which sustains us.

We return thanks to the rivers and streams, which supply us with water.

We return thanks to all herbs, which furnish medicines for the cure of our diseases.

We return thanks to the moon and stars, which have given to us their

Light when the sun was gone.

We return thanks to the sun, that has looked upon the earth with a beneficent eye.

Lastly, we return thanks to the Great Spirit, in

Whom is embodied all goodness, and

Who directs all things for the good of

Her children.

~Iroquois Prayer~

Free Will

2008-10-21T14:04:00.001Z

The snowdrops have been seen,
The land will soon return to green:
Our winter freeze will blow by,
The sun rises higher in the sky.
We bless the walkers on their path
With light and love they're free to laugh!

Freedom on the paths we all walk
Free will, to learn, laugh and talk:
Let none blinker or cause them pain:
Teach them wrong: or cause shame
Our souls can never be bought or sold.
The paths we walk are free and bold

To your own heart you must be true
Let no other decide your way for you.
If you feel lost and all alone
In your pocket carry a stone
Let the universe into your life
Put away mundane strife.

Our Mother will guide and bless you
Our Father as well, he loves you so
We all learn as we go along
To be true and to be strong
So sweetheart be true to yourself
No more than that, but never less.

~ Secret Garden ~

2008-09-24T07:45:00.000Z

The Battle Of The Trees ~Taliesin 2 ~

2008-08-22T12:46:00.001Z

I HAVE been in a multitude of shapes,
Before I assumed a consistent form.
I have been a sword, narrow, variegated,
I will believe when it is apparent.
I have been a tear in the air,
I have been the dullest of stars.
I have been a word among letters,
I have been a book in the origin.
I have been the light of lanterns,
A year and a half.
I have been a continuing bridge,
Over three score Abers.
I have been a course,
I have been an eagle.
I have been a coracle in the seas:
I have been compliant in the banquet.
I have been a drop in a shower;
I have been a sword in the grasp of the hand
I have been a shield in battle.
I have been a string in a harp,
Disguised for nine years.in water, in foam.
I have been sponge in the fire,
I have been wood in the covert.
I am not he who will not sing of
A combat though small,
The conflict in the battle of Godeu of sprigs.
Against the Guledig of Prydain,
There passed central horses,
Fleets full of riches.
There passed an animal with wide jaws,
On it there were a hundred heads.
And a battle was contested
Under the root of his tongue;
And another battle there is
In his occiput.
A black sprawling toad,
With a hundred claws on it.
A snake speckled, crested.
A hundred souls through sin
Shall be tormented in its flesh
I have been in Caer Vevenir
Thither hastened grass and trees
Minstrels were singing
Warrior-bands were wondering
At the exaltation of the Brython,
That Gwydyon affected.
There was a calling on the Creator,
Upon Christ for causes,
Until when the Eternal
Should deliver those whom he had made.
The Lord answered them,
Through language and elements:
Take the forms of time prinncipal trees,
Arranging yourselves in battle array,
And restraining the public.
Inexperienced in battle hand to hand.
When the trees were enchanted,
In the expectation of not being trees,
The trees uttered their voices
From strings of harmony,
The disputes ceased.
Let us cut short heavy days,
A female restrained the din.
She came forth altogether lovely.
The head of the line, the head was a female.
The advantage of a sleepless cow
Would not make us give way.
The blood of men up to our thighs,
The greatest of importunate mental exertions
Sported in the world.
And one has ended
From considering the deluge,
And Christ crucified
And the day of judgement near at hand
The alder trees, the head of the line,
Formed the van.
The willows and quicken trees
Came late to the army.
Plum-trees, that are scarce,
Unlonged for of men
The elaborate medlar-trees
Tue objects of contention.
The prickly rose-bushes,
Against a host, of giants,
The raspberry brake did
What is better failed
For the security of life.
Privet and woodbine
And ivy on its front,
Like furze to the combat
The cherry-tree was provoked.
The birch, notwithstanding his high mind,
Was late before he was arrayed.
Not because of his cowardice,
But on account of his greatness.
The laburnuin held in mind,
That your wild nature was foreign.
Pine-trees in the porch,
The chair of disputation,
By me greatly exalted,
In the presence of kings
The elm with his retinue,
Did not go aside a foot
He would fight with the centre,
And the flanks, and the rear.
Hazel-trees, it was judged,
That ample was thy mental exertion
The privet, happy his lot,
The bull of battle, the lord of the world
Morawg and Morydd
Were made prosperous in pines.
Holly, it was tinted with green,
He was the hero.
The hawthorn, surrounded by prickles,
With pain at his hand.
The aspen-wood has been topped,
It was topped in battle.
The fern that was plundered
The broom, in the van of the army, in the trenches he was hurt.
The gorse did not do well,
Notwithstanding let it overspread.
The heath was victorious, keeping off on all sides.
The common people were charmed,
During time proceeding of the men.
The oak, quickly moving,
Before him, tremble heaven and earth.
A valiant door-keeper against an enenly,his name is considered.
The blue-bells combined,
And caused a consternation.
In rejecting, were rejected,
Others, that were perforated.
Pear-trees, the best intruders
In time conflict of the plain.
A very wrathful wood,
The chestnut is bashful,
The opponent of happiness,
The jet has become black,
The mountain has become crooked,
The woods have become a kiln,
Existing formerly in the great seas
Since was heard the shout:--
The tops of the birch covered us with leaves,
And transformed us, and changed our faded state.
The branches of the oak have ensnared us
From the Gwarchan of Maelderw.
Laughing on the side of the rock,
The lord is not of an ardent nature.
Not of mother and father,
When I was made,
Did my Creator create me.
Of nine-formed faculties,
Of the fruit of fruits,
Of the fruit of the primordial God,
Of primroses and blossoms of time hill,
Of the flowers of trees and shrubs.
Of earth, of an earthly course,
When I was formed.
Of the flower of nettles,
Of the water of the ninth wave.
I was enchanted by Math,
Before I became immortal,
I was enchanted by Gwydyon
The great purifier of the Brython,
Of Eurwys, of Euron,Of Euron, of Modron.
Of five battalions of scientific ones.
Teachers, children of Math.
When the removal occurred,
I was enchanted by the Guledig.
When he was half-burnt,
I was enchanted by the sage
Of sages, in the primitive world.
When I had a being;
When the host of the world was in dignity,
The bard was accustomed to benefits.
To the song of praise
I am inclined, which the tongue recites.
I played in the twilight,
I slept in purple;
I was truly in the enchantment
With Dylan, the son of the wave.
In the circumference, in the middle,
Between the knees of kings,
Scattering spears not keen,
From heaven when came,
To the great deep, floods,
In the battle there will be
Four score hundreds,
That will divide according to their will.
They are neither older nor younger,
Than myself in their divisions.
A wonder, Canhwr are born, every one of nine hundred.
He was with me also,
With my sword spotted with blood.honour was allotted to me
By the Lord, and protection (was) where he was.
If I come to where the boar was killed,
He will compose, he will decompose,
He will form languages.
The strong-handed gleamer, his name,
With a gleam he rules his numbers.
They would spread out. in a flame,
When I shall go on high.
I have been a speckled snake on the hill,
I have been a viper in the Llyn.
I have been a bill-hook crooked that cuts,
I have been a ferocious spear
With my chasuble and bowl
I will prophesy not badly,
Four score smokes
On every one what will bring.
Five battalions of arms
Will be caught by my knife.
Six steeds of yellow hue
A hundred times better is
My cream-coloured steed,
Swift as the sea-mew
Which will not pass
Between the sea and the shore.
Am I not pre-eminent in the field of blood?
Over it are a hundred chieftains.
Crimson (is) the gem of my belt,
Gold my shield border.
There has not been born, in the gap,
That has been visiting me,
Except Goronwy,
From the dales of Edrywy.
Long white my fingers,
It is long since I have been a herdsman.
I travelled in the earth,
Before I was a proficient in learning.
I travelled, I made a circuit,
I slept in a hundred islands
A hundred Caers I have dwelt in.
Ye intelligent Druids,
Declare to Arthur,
What is there more early
Than I that they sing of.
And one is come
From considering the deluge,
And Christ crucified,
And the day of future doom.
A golden gem in a golden jewel.
I am splendid
And shall be wanton

~
From the oppression of the metal-workers
Translation by Revd. Robert Williams

The Battle Of The Trees ~Taliesin 2 ~

2008-08-22T12:46:00.000Z

~
From the oppression of the metal-workers
Translation by Revd. Robert Williams

Invocation

2008-08-11T15:23:00.000Z

Her gaze looked behind me, scanning the horizon

But when I looked, she had her blindfold on,

And yet she saw far beyond our normal grace.

Her Pearls of Wisdom draped her delicate face,

She wore a badge on her cap and feathers too.

Her aura flashed and showed her spirit as true.

“Lady, why?” I asked as her Black Rose fell“

Wear a blindfold when you see just as well.”

Under the cloak of darkness I saw her smile

“I will tell you true though it may take a while”

Her voice was serene giving sound to her art.

“If I show you my eyes I’d break your heart”“

I’m called to Earth and here I’ll stay

There’s much to learn to remember our way

We’ve been sold out for a very long time

Our powers denied, our names in the grime.

Yet here we are with grace and beauty intact.

We didn’t forsake you, I remain in fact.”

In her voice was passion, her anger was reined

I could tell her fire was bravely restrained.

“Who then and why would disparage you so?”

The person and reasons I was eager to know.

“Their names are so many, they rule through fear.

Yet it is they who pale whenever I am near.”

“I am not in the New Order they seek

So I’ve learned to be mild, I’ve learned to be meek

I’m underground for they “Fire at will.”

But I live on; inspiring still

Freedom and Justice are all I wish

Where in the world can I find this?

The rules and the laws they change at whim

That’s why I feel so angry and grim.

Rules and laws are never for me

I must remain Joyful and Free."

“But freedom is mine.” I said, feeling wise

“Ahh that’s why you can’t see into my eyes!

I see your soul, it’s injured and in pain.

Each lie you believed has left its grain,

Every lie left a mark upon you;

Evil has left some painful residue.”

At her words I felt a chill to the core

And yet, still again, I would listen more.

Her voice told of mysteries yet to share

Filled with light; filled with care.

I felt some confusion, then understood

The rules cut deeper when you try to Be Good.

“When they make up the rules to follow

They fabricate the lies you must swallow.

To follow, blindly the rules of men

Will injure your soul, will damage again.

The beauty that within you does grow

Is damaged and imperilled my eyes will show.”

“These eyes are mirrors and would show clearly

The harm laws inflict on all you hold dearly,

How you heart is broken, twisted and torn.

This process begins the moment you are born.

Men’s’ rules and judgements will torment and bend

Your heart and soul cry out for a friend”

“So, I am here, you’ve invoked and prayed,

I show you my form so you’ll not be afraid.

Believe apparently, by all that you find.

Know once again the powers of your mind!

Remember, once again, by all that you see!

Know that you are blessed by the

Angels of Anarchy.”

Thor's Day

2008-07-10T11:51:00.000Z

Thor, Lord Almighty, childhood playmate
Be with us now and help keep us straight
Fight with us against the evil men
Babylon’s here! It shames us again.
Women and children cry out in their pain
While Babylon strives, filthy lucre to gain
The serpent arises, its coils are tensing
Thor, my lord, its Armageddon I’m sensing.

We Bless and honour you on this your sacred day

Offer you a libation and a candle to light the way

As we stand here before you with our banners unfurled

We worry and fret for the evil unleashed in the world.

The witches of the hedgerow stand brave and true

Our ways you well know and our flowers dressed in blue

We garden and nuture, to grow is our favourite way

The wickedness we find can only fill us with dismay.

We speak of the child left weeping and alone

It hurts us my lord. Chills us to the bone

We hold and we cherish, light a candle to bless

Cuddle and care and share the peoples distress

We need you my Lord, we can fight alone no more

The strength and the power of the peoples hero Thor

With great hammer and belt, gauntlets and thunder

Lightening gladdens our hearts and fills us with wonder.

The peodophile, the nonce, the child molester

Theives of childhood, the innocents they pester

Throw thy great hammer, expose this evil plot

So we may see what’s what and what’s not

Protect these your children, peace of mind impart

Bless with kindness and help ease the broken heart

We can live with this evil and this shame no more

Please hear our prayer Mighty God Thor

Sharon Damnable

From Here

http://motherdamnable.blogspot.com/search?q=Prayer+for+thor%27s+day

St Boniface School Tooting ~ more lies!

2008-07-08T06:39:00.001Z

Latest message from St Boniface School Tooting:

Dear Ms Gifford
Thank you for your email. I am waiting for the gardening company to confirm dates with me. I will let you know as soon as I have details.
Thank you

Siobhan Kerins

Despite the fact that i have told Madam Kerins that it's Mrs Gifford, why do people do that?
Passive aggressive ? or just pig ignorant?

Apparently it is beyond Siobhan and her staff to clear a bit of fence, the hidey holes extend past two very elderly families homes, my home and the homes of young people sharing who are out at work all dayI, have told her what has happened to me, I have explained that it would be ten minutes work to clear the other side of my 82 year old neighbours fence, then at least one worry would be cleared and one person would be, if not safe, at least safer.

Why tell me last week that the work would be done within a week and now apparently when they are good and ready!

This is after taking years and years to grow a mess that is a nuisance to everyone, staff walk by the gardens without giving it a second glance, anyone would think they would take some responsibility for the security of the school and it's reputation amongst neighbours. Would perhaps care about people being crept on.

It is incomprehensible to me that it is still standing at all, when I worked with children we gave very serious thought to their safety at all times, gave serious consideration to concerns and if anything like this had occurred then we would simply have cut down the offending area.

The fact that Siobhan Kerins obviously does not believe me is irrelevant too, the fact is that what I am saying is entirely possible, and in this day and age for a primary school to enable dens and hidey hole and have such lax security that dirty old men can get into the area during the day and much more dangerous people at night should spur the school's staff into some kind of action.

But NO, it's me who has turned into the villain of the piece, because I want peace of mind back, because I want my neighbours to be safe and because I can't stand the children to be spied on, followed or groomed by pedophiles.

It would only be ten minutes work to clear Eileen's fence, I have cleared all this side and am very tempted to go in as the criminals do and just pull down the rats nest that makes me cry every time I look at it, but no doubt ms kerins would call the police on me before I could finish, it's only a very small part of the rat run so cunningly grown by St Boniface school, but it would help me to feel better.

So here we are nearly six weeks later, I have explained and explained, how can I heal from what happened to me when I know it may still happen not only to me but to others as well.

Siobhan Kerins is complacent because the school has not been robbed! Well it has, it has been robbed of innocence and self respect, yet nothing changes, I wake up in hell every day, look out of my window not knowing what to expect, I sleep behind more locks and bolts and padlocks than I ever felt the need for before, but I am still not safe, because anyone can get through into the school and then into our homes and gardens.

Friends tell me I should move, but who would want a house in the middle of a rats nest grown by staff at St Boniface School with the complicity of the head teacher ? How could I put some one else in this position? Because Ms Kerins isn't listening to me, she has tried to dismiss me time after time, I have tried and tried to make her realize how serious this situation is, how it is her responsibility and that she should have been considering the security of the school and it's impact on neighbours for all these years, instead of listening to her staff telling her the rat run grows from neighbours houses.

Like I don't have much better things to do with my life, this could have been sorted a month ago, and would have been if there was a head teacher worth a salt at St Boniface school, but no it's nasty Ms Gifford moaning again, making a silly fuss over nothing! I cannot begin to heal until the rat run is gone, so I have no choice but to make sure that it is.

I just thanks the gods that my children never attended such an unsavoury place and that I never had to deal with such a disgraceful head teacher, who runs rats nests and then pretends they don't exist.

Think very carefully before having any dealings whatsoever with this school, if the head teacher is complicit in running a rat run for criminals and pretending it doesn't exsist what else is this woman capable of?

Certainly not a bit of weeding it seems.

St Boniface School Tooting ~ Rats Nest still

2008-07-07T07:30:00.000Z

Latest message to St Boniface School, yep the head teacher lied yet again, nothing has changed, the school is still a disgusting rat's nest, neighbours property is still being entered and damaged because of the serious security breaches from the school.

How does Siobhan Kerins sleep at night?

Another week has gone by and still you nurture your rat run through the school, I have been more than patient with you, and your e mail claiming to cur down the offending vegetation was just another lie.

I will now get in touch with parents and the local authority, the bishop and the pope and anyone else I see fit, I gave you the benefit of the doubt, silly me!

You lack of concern is shocking, quite shocking.

By the way, your claim of "No man's land" is wrong as well, perhaps you should get in touch with the land registry and check for yourself. Not believe any more lies from your nasty little caretaker.

Hope you had a good week end, I was out on Sat and came home to find my property had once again been entered and plants damaged. Thanks Siobhan.

Your bins are still a disgusting disgrace and the school has apparently stolen a postman's trolley for rubbish now too.

Please do not lie to me any more, I was at the end of my tether before I came to you to try and get you to sort out the rat run you are responsible for.

Friends and neighbors are wanting to join me in cutting down the area ourselves, but naturally as that would be trespass we don't like to, although you seem to encourage dirty old men, creepers and buglers through the school, no doubt you would call the police and furnish them with more of your lies.

Before you claim that you don't know where the rat run is and cut down the wrong areas the rat run goes from behind 40 Ashvale road right to the entrance of the school, there is an overgrown area on the other side of the bins. Which again gives entry into peoples gardens.

I simply don't have the words to express how disgusted I am at your lack of care for the poor children who have the misfortune to attend the school or for the innocent, law abiding people who have the great misfortune to be the school's neighbours.

I also don't have the words, apparently, to make you care either but there are many others who do care and are not prepared to have this disgusting state of affairs continue.

~ The Court Of The Crimson Queen ~

2008-07-03T10:19:00.000Z

The rusted nails on coffin lids
Are shattered by the fun.
I fill my bong horizons change
the flame war has begun.
Through Dragons Mouth and
Phoenix wings,
the Zees- they quickly glean;
The threads on a recent post,
from the Court of the Crimson Queen.
The keeper of The Book of Zees
Puts shutters on the dreams.
I wait outside my mail account
with insufficient memes.
The Black King lights the flamers torch,
The Dragons mouth unclean;
To summon back the Primal Witch
To the Court of the Crimson Queen.
The gardener plants another meme
while trampling on the hour.
I chase the form of a servitor
beyond the sweet and sour.
The pattern juggler lifts her spell;
An orchestra obscene.
As slowly turns the keys to hell in the
Court of the Crimson Queen.
On Thanksgiving mornings Zeelers laugh
the wise ones share a toke;
I run to grasp divining signs
Although it's just a joke.
Contamination is diseased but
always plants the meme
and smiles as the demons feast
In the Court of the Crimson Queen.

By: Infekshun

Adapted from here:
http://www.lyricsfreak.com/
King Crimson

St Boniface School ~ Still a rats nest ~

2008-06-30T19:42:00.000Z

Another day goes by and still the Rat run thrives through the grounds of St Boniface School Tooting, I have seen and heard men at my back door, feel sure they have been in the house, have informed the school, the police, my local councillors and what have they done?

Nothing at all, the head teacher Siobhan Kerins is just about the poorest excuse of a person I have ever had the misfortune to come across not only has she allowed this rat run to be grown on her watch but now she is pretending it doesn’t exist!

I am still being prowled; it is difficult to see out because of the overgrowth from the trees and bushes (brambles and nettles).

My blog entries keep disappearing from the search engines but hey ho! Let’s not get suspicious and think the school are spending more time and energy on trying to stop me from speaking out than on actually clearing the rat run, hidey holes and dens.

Still the wonder of the Internet means I can speak out and will until the school sorts itself out.

So once again a warning, do not have anything to do with this school if you can possibly avoid it, the head teacher and staff are highly suspect and the number of paedophiles creepers and generally nasty people that the school apparently encourages onto it’s grounds makes the whole area unsafe for adults let alone children.

Steer Well Clear!

St Boniface School ~ Rats Nest

2008-06-30T11:03:00.000Z

St Boniface primary school, Tooting is behind my house and until recently I thought it was a normal pleasant school, I had moved was bringing up my own children, bringing my new house into a good state of repair and getting settled with full time work enough for anybody to take on, but if I had looked at the dark underbelly of life that the school chooses to allow through its property I never would have stayed here.

My garden was a disaster, not helped by the overgrown shambles the school for some reason I don’t understand calls it’s "nature garden", as I started clearing it I notice strange patterns, there would be a plastic bag usually with water (urine) on it to make the area smelly, under this would be some form of packaging usually white, then a plant pot to crunch and make a noise then finally at the bottom of this heap would be a brightly coloured ball, I suppose so the peeping tom/ paedophile burglars etc could tell if his den had been found or was safe to use again.

The area gives access to over forty houses in many of which live elderly people or are houses shared by younger people who are out at work all day. It also gives an escape route from the Tooting High road.Yes I had discovered that I was living in the middle of a rats run, right in the nest, I cleared what I could from my area, cleared my delightful 82 year old neighbours garden, I suppose as I did so I upset the criminals using and maintaining the rat run, my house began to be crept on, spied on and I believe was entered and a set of my keys taken.

I approached St Boniface School thinking that someone from the school might be concerned and take steps to clear their side of the rat run and truth to tell it is mostly from the school’s side of the fence I went round to have a chat with the Head Teacher, she appeared to understand the seriousness of the situation and I showed her the area of concern, she used the usual line round here that it was broken by foxes. I explained to her in my best Wiltshire accent that foxes would not break a fence, and that she should remember where a fox could fit a small man could too.

At the point a very small, creepy man turned up, the head teacher explained to him that I was concerned that I had discovered a rat run, he went straight to the entry point which gives entry into my next door neighbours shed, which has a convenient hole in the roof covered by vines to provide a hidey hole for criminals, together with a hole from the school at ground level. A chill went right through me; it was obvious that this creep, in the employ of the school knew all about the rat run.

I tried not to react, as I felt sure this was an organised gang and who knows what they are capable of. I did however beg, and am not a woman to beg! The head teacher to inform the police of my fears and of what had just happened, I believed that she was genuinely concerned, she even left me a phone message saying that she had contacted the police and that someone would contact me on Monday, no one ever did.

I continued to try and keep the area clear, stepped up my security and worried about my dear sweet 82 year old neighbour, who I believed is safe when she is at home as she bolts every door, but when she goes out anyone who has a key can get in and hide, one of the neighbours who I believe is implicated feed her cat for her for two years running and had a key to the alley way beside my house when he should not have done.

However the prowling against me became even more aggressive and intrusive, I even saw and heard people at my kitchen window, my cats came home injured, plants in my garden died or disappeared altogether. I called the police who naturally took 20 minutes to arrive and as soon as they had left the prowlers returned.

Over last week end I cleared the area at the bottom of my lovely Eileen’s garden, last year I sawed off the branches of a lilac tree that she is fed up if, at the time I though that the branches grew strangely, twisted through the fence but I thought they would die and fall over the winter and Eileen could have a clear and open garden as she wants and not nasty smelly overgrowth coming over from the school.

When I cleared the area I found another den, quite a big one, that could be used to spy on not only my neighbours house but also my own and this den provides a safe and comfortable place for any paedophiles to watch the children from, I was horrified, could not bear to think of my beautiful Eileen who truly has the face and disposition of an angel being spied upon, crept on and perhaps much worse, I immediately e mailed the head teacher Siobhan Kerins and told her, naturally I expected the den to be removed straight away, however nothing was done and Ms Kerins didn’t even do me the courtesy of acknowledging my e mail.

Though that night my intruder light went on several times and I once again discovered plants had been stolen and two of my cats came home injured, one quite badly, the caretaker was asked by Eileen to clear the branches and he promptly cleared the wrong ones! Yet another e mail to the school, this time expressing my concerns that such a nasty little man should be allowed to grow a rat run on school premises, again no reply what so ever!

Tuesday night I go to Morris Dancing practice so I was concerned to leave my property anyway classic “They know you’re not at home” but I still want to lead something like a normal life so I went anyway, couldn’t go to the pub after though! When I returned home my intruder light had been tampered with, I sent an impassioned e mail to the head teacher, asking her what the hell she thought she was playing at, again no reply.

I explained to her that when I had been crept on I found scissors and hammers that did not belong to me but that had been brought into my house in the event that I should catch them I suppose, still no response!

Yep name of Siobhan Kerins head teacher St Boniface primary school Tooting! What a disgrace! I now think that the reason she has not replied to my e mails is because she knows about the rat run, who knows maybe she has kinky sexual leanings herself or is perhaps taking a cut of the criminals takings, I don’t know, I do smell a rat and I do know that if I was in any way connected with a school that was growing such a smelly disgusting rat run that make it unsafe for children, elderly and vulnerable people, everybody and anybody who lives next to the school to live in their own homes then I would have flattened it.

For a head teacher to ignore the legitimate concerns of a concerned neighbour is, I believe entirely unforgivable.

Siobhan Kerins claims she did not receive my e mails although she told a community police officer that she had called because I asked her why she was not clearing up her side of the rat run that she had not replied to me because she found my emails aggressive! I have copied them below. Ms Kerins now clearly a liar as well as a neighbour from hell.

I re sent the emails so Ms Kerins has no further excuse to claim she does not know about or cannot see (and there are none so blind as those that will not see!) the rat run, the hidey holes and the dens, I have just received a reply from madam kerins at least acknowledging, finally, that she has received the emails, though what has been done about the situation? The overgrowth?

The bin that makes it so handy to just jump into the shed next door is still conveniently placed next to the shed, the smell remains, the rat run thrives, I will again have intruders who knowing what a fuss I am making will be aggressive and frightening, my intruder light doesn’t work and the head teacher at the school is a passive aggressive who has decided she is going to have a row with me, as if I care about that!

Siobhan Kerins clearly does not care about her neighbours or about the children she has enabled to be spied upon, perhaps followed, perhaps groomed who knows? Yes again all this is happening at St Boniface Primary School Tooting, named and shamed! Do not go there, do not send your children there, it is not safe; the school apparently colludes with paedophile gangs, creepers, burglars and who know who else.

The head Teacher is passive aggressive, if you go to her with any complaint she will ignore you until you become upset, then she will call you aggressive, well there are names for people like you Ms Kerins, none of them pleasant!

I will keep everyone posted in this situation, I am not prepared to live in a rat run, I am very protective of my lovely Eileen and my heart breaks for all the poor children who have the misfortune to attend this disgusting school.

Emails sent to Ms Kerins this week:

On Monday I wrote:Dear Ms KerinsI am writing to let you know that on Sunday I cleared the back of my neighbours garden, this joins with the school “nature garden” this revealed yet another hidey hole, where I believe people have been watching both the school children but also my elderly neighbour, myself and several other neighbours.

This would be immediately next to the ground you have cleared, and is on the school’s side of the fence, dead vegetation has been packed between the growth and the fence to make visibility impossible, this again would need to be cleared from your side, though the creeper is artfully draped to appear as if it comes from the this side.

As I explained to you when I met you my neighbour is 82 years old, I hold her in the highest regard and for her to have her security breached by the school’s planting in this way is, I feel, most un neighbourly and totally unacceptable.

I am very concerned that over a week after speaking to you nothing has been done to clear the “nature garden” Which at the moment consists mainly of nettles and brambles, brambles are now growing through the fence into my garden from the school’s side, probably to deter me from keeping the fence clear.

With this “rat run” there is always nettles at the front, then a bramble, a very nasty smell facilitated by somebody urinating onto a plastic bag or paint pot. By keeping the area clear of rubbish the smell clears.

Please believe that my concerns regarding this matter are very serious, I am not prepared to live in a rat run and am making every effort to ensure that the general area is secure, clean and safe, for both my neighbours and myself, I believe it is up to the school to ensure that the area is safe and secure as well.

I am quite prepared to take this matter up with the board of governors, the Bishop, my local MP any other body that I need to. No one from the police has contacted me but I will be contacting them again regarding this matter, until I am satisfied that the area is as safe as is possible.

Perhaps by looking at this matter seriously yourself you would understand my concerns, the area from the back of the school gives access to over 40 houses, a school, an escape route, and is, I believe used by all types of petty criminals who can be and are very nasty people indeed. Not the type of people I want through my garden or to even look and my neighbour once. Not to mention the children under your care!

I am still nurturing the strawberry plants and would be happy to help, a nature garden does not after all consist of nettles and brambles, there is a huge variety of wild birds and other animals locally and they could be encouraged by the right planting, as could butterflies and bees, this situation can so easily be turned around and I believe must be.

Best Regards

Sharon Gifford

On Tuesday I wrote

:----- Forwarded Message ---- Sent: Tuesday, June 24, 2008 5:05:12 AMSubject: Fw: FAO Head Teacher

Dear Mrs Kerins

As you have chosen not to reply top my e mail, which, I suppose is only to be expected in these days of bad manners and lack of education I am writing yet again I am disgusted that you do not appear to care about what I am telling you.

Your caretaker has obviously take 15 years to grow a rat run through the school, making many elderly and vulnerable people victims of crimes, there are many hidey places, I have managed to destroy many of them but many have been grown on your side of the fence and this rat run can only have been developed with your compliance or with your total lack of supervision.

I had to go to sleep again last night knowing that my elderly neighbour, myself and many others are at risk because you will not cut down and destroy the rat run that has been created by yourselves. What if this were your mother or indeed yourself?

The area behind my neighbour’s house has not yet been cleared although I watched your caretaker skirt around the area, he was even asked by my neighbour to clear branches and cleared the wrong ones! If he were any more complicit in this I would arrest him myself. However, I feel, as you are the head teacher you must take responsibility for the rat run you have allowed to be grown under your supervision.

I will be spending the next few days making completely sure that my neighbours know the dangers they are under as the school chooses to employ a caretaker that grows rat runs, hidey-holes and dens for criminals. Then I will let my MP your board of Governors and anyone else I see fit know what a disgusting, smelly and irresponsible place St Boniface primary school is, with a head teacher who apparently colludes in criminal activities and is a disgrace to the area.

When I met you I though you gave a damm, perhaps it is only your career you care about and nor the children you are supposed to teach and nurture not allow to be spied on and who knows what else? Followed? Groomed?

You have listened to and believed the lies of a creepy and nasty man, the vines as he calls them grow from your side of the fence not ours, you have never even bothered to come and knock at my door and see this rat run from my point of view, if the area behind my neighbours house is not cleared by this evening I will again spend a troubled night worrying that she might be troubled by prowlers or worse.

You are probably not interested; after all if you don't even care about the children in you care why would you? But two of my cats came home injured yesterday, I expect more reprisals, but I will clear this up, somehow, because I cannot bear the thought of what you and others have done, and may continue to do.

It is disgusting and there is no excuse for the way you have allowed this rat run to develop and even more disgraceful is the way you and now compliant in it's upkeep.I will copy this e mail to the police, although truth be told they seem to be as complacent as you about this rat run, if not actually complicit in it's development.

Best regards

Sharon Gifford

Again on Tuesday:

----- Forwarded Message ---- Sent: Tuesday, June 24, 2008 5:21:51 AMSubject: Fw: FAO Head Teacher

For Your InformationI have just seen a man throw rubbish into your bins and leave the school premises.

Should there be anybody on school grounds at 05.19?

----- Forwarded Message ----From: Sharon Gifford Subject: Fw: FAO Head Teacher

Again total ignorance from a Catholic Primary School Head Teacher!

Quite shocking.

I have explained to you that I have cleared my neighbours side of the fence the den can clearly bee seen and MUST be destroyed, what is the matter with you?

I have removed all the "vines" from this side and all anyone has to do is pull them from your side, a ten-minute job,I believe your immortal soul is now in serious peril, as my parish priest would say, get a grip woman! Clean up your act and NEVER allow this disgusting mess to occur again!

You have to take responsibility for this you have employed a man as a gardener who has planted weeds and lied and conned you for years, that is for you to deal with the one step you can now take to recompense for the rat run you have allowed is to clear it.

I will not go away, my concern is genuine and although you, as it turns out are the neighbour from hell I am and will continue to be a good neighbour and not allow any more rat runs to be constructed by your staff.

To say I am shocked and disgusted is an understatement and I would have thought you would want more for yourself that to run a school that stinks.

Tuesday night:----- Forwarded Message ---Sent: Wednesday, June 25, 2008 12:02:35 AMSubject: Fw: FAO Head Teacher

Another day and no response!

Anyone would think you could cobble together e-mail.

I was out this evening and when I returned my intruder light had been broken, so now I am up for a night of prowlers whose access to my property has been entirely facilitated by the actions of staff at St Boniface School. Thanks, lets hope they don't get in, or in next door, hopefully they will not actually want to hurt or kill me, let's hope they just want to put the frighteners on me again.

If you would only sort out your lights and your rats nest I wouldn't have top do all this wouldn't have to worry, would be able to sleep at night, I have to work as well and I am seriously considering suing you for lack of earnings as getting to the bottom of your mess has cost me three weeks work.

As I will be up all night now any way I will spend my time constructively, letting all and sundry know about the rats nest the St Boniface school has so carefully nurtured, and the ignorant and bad mannered attitude of the head teacher who has once again not bothered to clear up the disgusting smelly mess she is responsible for.

I don't know if the man at 05.19 was an intruder or yet another of your creepy members of staff, he left a bag, was he leaving something to pick up later, perhaps a hammer and scissors? That's what I found in my house from these disgusting men, if they can get into my house and creep about how much easier would it be for them to get into the house of a vulnerable person?

A days work would clear it, there would be no hiding place and prowlers would be deterred plus I would not be such a target as I would not be the only one who is trying to clear this mess up.

Sheesh why am I even bothering to talk to you?

Listen if they do get me with their hammers and scissors remember you are responsible for this, whether through ignorance or, as now through complicity there really is no excuse, none what so ever.
How are you sleeping this week?

Lucky you!
oopps someone at my back door!

I will post pictures of the rat run as soon as the children have gone home.

St Boniface School Tooting ~ Rats Nest

2008-06-29T05:14:00.000Z

Finally a reply from the head teacher:

Thank you for your email.
Our contractors visited the school yesterday. We have arranged to cut back the vegetation to the boundary fence. We will then erect a fence along the boundary.
The garden work should happen over the next week. The fence work will take a little longer, but I will keep you and the rest of our neighbours informed.

Yours sincerely

Siobhan Kerins

..and my response:

Will you not stop and think for a minute? The chain link fence has obviously been put there for a purpose!

I have been speaking to neighbours and it turns out there has been for years a problem that there is a “way through at the back of the houses” perhaps it was decided at the time it was erected that a chain link fence would be most practical as there would be no hiding place for the criminal element you seem so intent on nurturing , a fence would simply provide further hiding places.

Cutting the vegetation back won’t help either because it will simply grow again and as there is a fence there, no doubt, your staff will again claim that the growth has nothing to do with the school. This needs to be sorted once and for all, properly, the rat run has already caused suffering and who knows what else?

It is simply a matter of keeping things clear, clean neat and tidy, there were people playing football in the school playground last night a 10 pm should they have been there? Do you have a lock on you gate? Cameras that are actually point in the right direction and are working?

Your security at the school is very, very lax and has caused security breaches for all your neighbours. It is apparent to me that you need proper security advice, as you are entirely clueless as to the security you need in a London school.

To be honest I don’t understand how you have the job of head teacher, you are uncommunicative, un cooperative, close minded and do not have any concerns for the security of the children at your school or the suffering you cause to your neighbours.

You are obviously too inadequate a character to take full responsibility for what you have enabled, much less apologise for the suffering you have caused, but you will have this matter in your conscience and, as I have already stated I will not be happy until the rat run is cleared and I do not have to wonder which particular type of prowler you are allowing in my and my neighbours properties.

Another fence is a ridiculous idea and will not eradicate the problem.

St Boniface School Tooting ~ Rats Nest

2008-06-25T15:07:00.000Z

St Boniface primary school, Tooting is behind my house and until recently I thought it was a normal pleasant school, I had moved was bringing up my own children, bringing my new house into a good state of repair and getting settled with full time work enough for anybody to take on, but if I had looked at the dark underbelly of life that the school chooses to allow through its property I never would have stayed here.

My garden was a disaster, not helped by the overgrown shambles the school for some reason I don’t understand calls it’s "nature garden", as I started clearing it I notice strange patterns, there would be a plastic bag usually with water (urine) on it to make the area smelly, under this would be some form of packaging usually white, then a plant pot to crunch and make a noise then finally at the bottom of this heap would be a brightly coloured ball, I suppose so the peeping tom/ paedophile burglars etc could tell if his den had been found or was safe to use again.

The area gives access to over forty houses in many of which live elderly people or are houses shared by younger people who are out at work all day. It also gives an escape route from the Tooting High road.

Yes I had discovered that I was living in the middle of a rats run, right in the nest, I cleared what I could from my area, cleared my delightful 82 year old neighbours garden, I suppose as I did so I upset the criminals using and maintaining the rat run, my house began to be crept on, spied on and I believe was entered and a set of my keys taken.

I approached St Boniface School thinking that someone from the school might be concerned and take steps to clear their side of the rat run and truth to tell it is mostly from the school’s side of the fence I went round to have a chat with the Head Teacher, she appeared to understand the seriousness of the situation and I showed her the area of concern, she used the usual line round here that it was broken by foxes. I explained to her in my best Wiltshire accent that foxes would not break a fence, and that she should remember where a fox could fit a small man could too.

At the point a very small, creepy man turned up, the head teacher explained to him that I was concerned that I had discovered a rat run, he went straight to the entry point which gives entry into my next door neighbours shed, which has a convenient hole in the roof covered by vines to provide a hidey hole for criminals, together with a hole from the school at ground level. A chill went right through me; it was obvious that this creep, in the employ of the school knew all about the rat run.

I tried not to react, as I felt sure this was an organised gang and who knows what they are capable of. I did however beg, and am not a woman to beg! The head teacher to inform the police of my fears and of what had just happened, I believed that she was genuinely concerned, she even left me a phone message saying that she had contacted the police and that someone would contact me on Monday, no one ever did.

I continued to try and keep the area clear, stepped up my security and worried about my dear sweet 82 year old neighbour, who I believed is safe when she is at home as she bolts every door, but when she goes out anyone who has a key can get in and hide, one of the neighbours who I believe is implicated feed her cat for her for two years running and had a key to the alley way beside my house when he should not have done.

However the prowling against me became even more aggressive and intrusive, I even saw and heard people at my kitchen window, my cats came home injured, plants in my garden died or disappeared altogether. I called the police who naturally took 20 minutes to arrive and as soon as they had left the prowlers returned.

Over last week end I cleared the area at the bottom of my lovely Eileen’s garden, last year I sawed off the branches of a lilac tree that she is fed up if, at the time I though that the branches grew strangely, twisted through the fence but I thought they would die and fall over the winter and Eileen could have a clear and open garden as she wants and not nasty smelly overgrowth coming over from the school.

When I cleared the area I found another den, quite a big one, that could be used to spy on not only my neighbours house but also my own and this den provides a safe and comfortable place for any paedophiles to watch the children from, I was horrified, could not bear to think of my beautiful Eileen who truly has the face and disposition of an angel being spied upon, crept on and perhaps much worse, I immediately e mailed the head teacher Siobhan Kerins and told her, naturally I expected the den to be removed straight away, however nothing was done and Ms Kerins didn’t even do me the courtesy of acknowledging my e mail.

Though that night my intruder light went on several times and I once again discovered plants had been stolen and two of my cats came home injured, one quite badly, the caretaker was asked by Eileen to clear the branches and he promptly cleared the wrong ones! Yet another e mail to the school, this time expressing my concerns that such a nasty little man should be allowed to grow a rat run on school premises, again no reply what so ever!

Tuesday night I go to Morris Dancing practice so I was concerned to leave my property anyway classic “They know you’re not at home” but I still want to lead something like a normal life so I went anyway, couldn’t go to the pub after though! When I returned home my intruder light had been tampered with, I sent an impassioned e mail to the head teacher, asking her what the hell she thought she was playing at, again no reply. I explained to her that when I had been crept on I found scissors and hammers that did not belong to me but that had been brought into my house in the event that I should catch them I suppose, still no response!

Yep name of Siobhan Kerins head teacher St Boniface primary school Tooting! What a disgrace! I now think that the reason she has not replied to my e mails is because she knows about the rat run, who knows maybe she has kinky sexual leanings herself or is perhaps taking a cut of the criminals takings, I don’t know, I do smell a rat and I do know that if I was in any way connected with a school that was growing such a smelly disgusting rat run that make it unsafe for children, elderly and vulnerable people, everybody and anybody who lives next to the school to live in their own homes then I would have flattened it.

For a head teacher to ignore the legitimate concerns of a concerned neighbour is, I believe entirely unforgivable.

Siobhan Kerins claims she did not receive my e mails although she told a community police officer that she had called because I asked her why she was not clearing up her side of the rat run that she had not replied to me because she found my emails aggressive! I have copied them below. Ms Kerins now clearly a liar as well as a neighbour from hell.

I re sent the emails so Ms Kerins has no further excuse to claim she does not know about or cannot see (and there are none so blind as those that will not see!) the rat run, the hidey holes and the dens, I have just received a reply from madam kerins at least acknowledging, finally, that she has received the emails, though what has been done about the situation? The overgrowth? The bin that makes it so handy to just jump into the shed next door is still conveniently placed next to the shed, the smell remains, the rat run thrives, I will again have intruders who knowing what a fuss I am making will be aggressive and frightening, my intruder light doesn’t work and the head teacher at the school is a passive aggressive who has decided she is going to have a row with me, as if I care about that!

Siobhan Kerins clearly does not care about her neighbours or about the children she has enabled to be spied upon, perhaps followed, perhaps groomed who knows? Yes again all this is happening at St Boniface Primary School Tooting, named and shamed! Do not go there, do not send your children there, it is not safe; the school apparently colludes with paedophile gangs, creepers, burglars and who know who else.

The head Teacher is passive aggressive, if you go to her with any complaint she will ignore you until you become upset, then she will call you aggressive, well there are names for people like you Ms Kerins, none of them pleasant!

I will keep everyone posted in this situation, I am not prepared to live in a rat run, I am very protective of my lovely Eileen and my heart breaks for all the poor children who have the misfortune to attend this disgusting school.

Emails sent to Ms Kerins this week:

On Monday I wrote:

Dear Ms Kerins

I am writing to let you know that on Sunday I cleared the back of my neighbours garden, this joins with the school “nature garden” this revealed yet another hidey hole, where I believe people have been watching both the school children but also my elderly neighbour, myself and several other neighbours.

This would be immediately next to the ground you have cleared, and is on the school’s side of the fence, dead vegetation has been packed between the growth and the fence to make visibility impossible, this again would need to be cleared from your side, though the creeper is artfully draped to appear as if it comes from the this side.

As I explained to you when I met you my neighbour is 82 years old, I hold her in the highest regard and for her to have her security breached by the school’s planting in this way is, I feel, most un neighbourly and totally unacceptable.

I am very concerned that over a week after speaking to you nothing has been done to clear the “nature garden” Which at the moment consists mainly of nettles and brambles, brambles are now growing through the fence into my garden from the school’s side, probably to deter me from keeping the fence clear.

With this “rat run” there is always nettles at the front, then a bramble, a very nasty smell facilitated by somebody urinating onto a plastic bag or paint pot. By keeping the area clear of rubbish the smell clears.

Please believe that my concerns regarding this matter are very serious, I am not prepared to live in a rat run and am making every effort to ensure that the general area is secure, clean and safe, for both my neighbours and myself, I believe it is up to the school to ensure that the area is safe and secure as well.

I am quite prepared to take this matter up with the board of governors, the Bishop, my local MP any other body that I need to. No one from the police has contacted me but I will be contacting them again regarding this matter, until I am satisfied that the area is as safe as is possible.

Perhaps by looking at this matter seriously yourself you would understand my concerns, the area from the back of the school gives access to over 40 houses, a school, an escape route, and is, I believe used by all types of petty criminals who can be and are very nasty people indeed. Not the type of people I want through my garden or to even look and my neighbour once. Not to mention the children under your care!

I am still nurturing the strawberry plants and would be happy to help, a nature garden does not after all consist of nettles and brambles, there is a huge variety of wild birds and other animals locally and they could be encouraged by the right planting, as could butterflies and bees, this situation can so easily be turned around and I believe must be.

Best Regards

Sharon Gifford

On Tuesday I wrote:

----- Forwarded Message ---- Sent: Tuesday, June 24, 2008 5:05:12 AMSubject: Fw: FAO Head Teacher
Dear Mrs Kerins

As you have chosen not to reply top my e mail, which, I suppose is only to be expected in these days of bad manners and lack of education I am writing yet again I am disgusted that you do not appear to care about what I am telling you.

Your caretaker has obviously take 15 years to grow a rat run through the school, making many elderly and vulnerable people victims of crimes, there are many hidey places, I have managed to destroy many of them but many have been grown on your side of the fence and this rat run can only have been developed with your compliance or with your total lack of supervision.

I had to go to sleep again last night knowing that my elderly neighbour, myself and many others are at risk because you will not cut down and destroy the rat run that has been created by yourselves. What if this were your mother or indeed yourself?

The area behind my neighbour’s house has not yet been cleared although I watched your caretaker skirt around the area, he was even asked by my neighbour to clear branches and cleared the wrong ones! If he were any more complicit in this I would arrest him myself. However, I feel, as you are the head teacher you must take responsibility for the rat run you have allowed to be grown under your supervision.

I will be spending the next few days making completely sure that my neighbours know the dangers they are under as the school chooses to employ a caretaker that grows rat runs, hidey-holes and dens for criminals. Then I will let my MP your board of Governors and anyone else I see fit know what a disgusting, smelly and irresponsible place St Boniface primary school is, with a head teacher who apparently colludes in criminal activities and is a disgrace to the area.

When I met you I though you gave a damm, perhaps it is only your career you care about and nor the children you are supposed to teach and nurture not allow to be spied on and who knows what else? Followed? Groomed?

You have listened to and believed the lies of a creepy and nasty man, the vines as he calls them grow from your side of the fence not ours, you have never even bothered to come and knock at my door and see this rat run from my point of view, if the area behind my neighbours house is not cleared by this evening I will again spend a troubled night worrying that she might be troubled by prowlers or worse.

You are probably not interested; after all if you don't even care about the children in you care why would you? But two of my cats came home injured yesterday, I expect more reprisals, but I will clear this up, somehow, because I cannot bear the thought of what you and others have done, and may continue to do.

It is disgusting and there is no excuse for the way you have allowed this rat run to develop and even more disgraceful is the way you and now compliant in it's upkeep.

I will copy this e mail to the police, although truth be told they seem to be as complacent as you about this rat run, if not actually complicit in it's development.

Best regards

Sharon Gifford

Again on Tuesday:

----- Forwarded Message ---- Sent: Tuesday, June 24, 2008 5:21:51 AMSubject: Fw: FAO Head Teacher
For Your Information

I have just seen a man throw rubbish into your bins and leave the school premises.

Should there be anybody on school grounds at 05.19?

----- Forwarded Message ----From: Sharon Gifford Subject: Fw: FAO Head Teacher

Again total ignorance from a Catholic Primary School Head Teacher!

Quite shocking.

I have explained to you that I have cleared my neighbours side of the fence the den can clearly bee seen and MUST be destroyed, what is the matter with you?

I have removed all the "vines" from this side and all anyone has to do is pull them from your side, a ten-minute job,

I believe your immortal soul is now in serious peril, as my parish priest would say, get a grip woman! Clean up your act and NEVER allow this disgusting mess to occur again!

You have to take responsibility for this you have employed a man as a gardener who has planted weeds and lied and conned you for years, that is for you to deal with the one step you can now take to recompense for the rat run you have allowed is to clear it.

I will not go away, my concern is genuine and although you, as it turns out are the neighbour from hell I am and will continue to be a good neighbour and not allow any more rat runs to be constructed by your staff.

To say I am shocked and disgusted is an understatement and I would have thought you would want more for yourself that to run a school that stinks.

Tuesday night:

----- Forwarded Message ---Sent: Wednesday, June 25, 2008 12:02:35 AMSubject: Fw: FAO Head Teacher

Another day and no response!

Anyone would think you could cobble together e-mail.

I was out this evening and when I returned my intruder light had been broken, so now I am up for a night of prowlers whose access to my property has been entirely facilitated by the actions of staff at St Boniface School. Thanks, lets hope they don't get in, or in next door, hopefully they will not actually want to hurt or kill me, let's hope they just want to put the frighteners on me again.

If you would only sort out your lights and your rats nest I wouldn't have top do all this wouldn't have to worry, would be able to sleep at night, I have to work as well and I am seriously considering suing you for lack of earnings as getting to the bottom of your mess has cost me three weeks work.

As I will be up all night now any way I will spend my time constructively, letting all and sundry know about the rats nest the St Boniface school has so carefully nurtured, and the ignorant and bad mannered attitude of the head teacher who has once again not bothered to clear up the disgusting smelly mess she is responsible for.

I don't know if the man at 05.19 was an intruder or yet another of your creepy members of staff, he left a bag, was he leaving something to pick up later, perhaps a hammer and scissors? That's what I found in my house from these disgusting men, if they can get into my house and creep about how much easier would it be for them to get into the house of a vulnerable person?

A days work would clear it, there would be no hiding place and prowlers would be deterred plus I would not be such a target as I would not be the only one who is trying to clear this mess up.

Sheesh why am I even bothering to talk to you?

Listen if they do get me with their hammers and scissors remember you are responsible for this, whether through ignorance or, as now through complicity there really is no excuse, none what so ever.

How are you sleeping this week?

Lucky you!

oopps someone at my back door!

I will post pictures of the rat run as soon as the children have gone home.

The Wild Hunt Rochester and Hastings 2008

2008-05-13T11:41:00.000Z

The Wild Hunt Rochester 2008

Graham, Lisa, Dan, Sharon, David, Mary Ann, Jacky

Julie, Graham, Jp, Karen

Sharon and Jacky Greened!

Hastings 2008

Chalice Well, Hastings Jack in the Green

Yep the stage is on the hill!

Jacky, Lisa, Mary Ann, Paul, Dan, Graham, Sharon

Work it!

Hastings 2008

And Breathe!

The Wild Hunt Rides On

2008-05-02T12:59:00.002Z

The Bees won’t stay; they’ve lost trust and lost heart
Genetically modified crops, electronic smogs play a part
Then let me go too, to hell if must be, I can’t bear the lie.
The deceit and lies of all the years, makes me cry and cry.
Then through the ether I hear a familiar, blessed voice
My Lord whispers now, “It’s always your choice!”
He’s right I know, live in pain or move on it’s up to me
But what will it take? I hear the sounds familiar and free
The dark hunt rides on, their wildness untamed, untameable
So I throw in my cards, my coins on the table and gamble.
Let’s dice with death, his shades, now comfort, not fear.
I’ll damn well be damned if I will shed one more tear!

The stranger, his face shielded from view, offered his hand
I climbed on his motorbike, the route new and unplanned
He moved off swiftly and I could tell as we rode
Normal rules did not apply, with this knight of the road
I held on tightly though to what was hard to tell
Faster and faster, let’s do it I sighed lets go for hell.
The wind buffeted and pulled but still I held hard
Still swifter, faster, and faster death caught my card.
If I let go now t’would be fast as that, sweet release
A moment of pain then sweet blissful harmony of peace
I was so tempted, wanted so much, had no fears
But timing is all and we stopped for some beers
Adrenalin took us, we shook and we laughed. Talked
And talked, spoke freely of the paths that we’d walked.
Loves held and loves lost, and “Oh those poor bees”
Shattered dreams, lost hopes, the dying of trees
Four beers his maxim, but we held fast for six
The sea and the wind worked magical tricks
What speed did we reach? And laughed heartily
As he admitted, at last, one hundred and forty three
Drop me at the station; I’ll take the train from here!
We smiled at the joke and bought one last beer.
Courage was needed as I climbed back on the bike
If my numbers up then let the scythe strike.
We started off fast, as he meant it to be
I turned again for one last look at the sea.
We were more in tune so it was easier now
Life tasted sweet and more real somehow
We swerved as we rode, but I was tempted still
Give it up; just let go at the brow of the hill
Life is hard, it hurts, there are too many tasks.
With no future, no hope and no one to ask
We were faster now, faster I knew for sure
Faster than ever I’d ridden before.
The choice was mine, I felt truly free
And understood the blessings given to me.
London returned, I came down from heaven
And learned that we’d reached one six seven
We laughed still again as we returned to the race
The life that we’d chosen, blessed now with grace.
And time moves on and life will be hard
But once more death has rejected my card
So with grace in my heart I’ll walk on my path
And carry with me a smile and a laugh
Thanks once again to a knight of the road
You helped me unburden an unbearable load
The Lady will bless you and give your heart ease
We Witches honour you, that you may find
What you seek.

Invictus

2008-04-16T20:48:00.001Z

OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

William Ernest Henley. 1849–1903

Pic Malmsebury Abbey Gardens

http://www.abbeyhousegardens.co.uk/index.htm

Jung

2008-04-02T09:37:00.000Z

“What you resist persists"
Carl Gustav Jung

We Didn't Start the Fire

2008-03-27T09:54:00.000Z

Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, television North Korea, South Korea, Marilyn Monroe Rosenbergs, H-Bomb, Sugar Ray, Panmunjom Brando, "The King and I", and "The Catcher in the Rye" Eisenhower, vaccine, England's got a new queen Marciano, Liberace, Santayana goodbye

We didn't start the fire

It was always burning

Since the world's been turning

We didn't start the fire

No we didn't light it

But we tried to fight it

Josef Stalin, Malenkov, Nasser and Prokofiev Rockefeller, Campanella, Communist Bloc Roy Cohn, Juan Peron, Toscanini, dacron Dien Bien Phu Falls, "Rock Around the Clock" Einstein, James Dean, Brooklyn's got a winning team Davy Crockett, "Peter Pan", Elvis Presley, Disneyland Bardot, Budapest, Alabama, Khrushchev Princess Grace, "Peyton Place", trouble in the Suez

We didn't start the fire

It was always burning

Since the world's been turning

We didn't start the fire

No we didn't light it

But we tried to fight it

Little Rock, Pasternak, Mickey Mantle, Kerouac Sputnik, Chou En-Lai, "Bridge on the River Kwai" Lebanon, Charles de Gaulle, California baseball Starkweather, homicide, children of thalidomide Buddy Holly, "Ben-Hur", space monkey, Mafia hula hoops, Castro, Edsel is a no go U2, Syngman Rhee, payola and Kennedy Chubby Checker, "Psycho", Belgians in the Congo

We didn't start the fire

It was always burning

Since the world's been turning

We didn't start the fire

No we didn't light it

But we tried to fight it

Hemingway, Eichmann, "Stranger in a Strange Land" Dylan, Berlin, Bay of Pigs Invasion "Lawrence of Arabia", British Beatlemania Ole Miss, John Glenn, Liston beats Patterson Pope Paul, Malcolm X, British politician sex JFK, blown away, what else do I have to say

We didn't start the fire

It was always burning

Since the world's been turning

We didn't start the fire

No we didn't light it

But we tried to fight it

Birth control, Ho Chi Minh, Richard Nixon, back again Moonshot, Woodstock, Watergate, punk rock Begin, Reagan, Palestine, terror on the airline Ayatollolah's in Iran, Russians in Afghanistan "Wheel of Fortune" , Sally Ride, heavy metal, suicide Foreign debts, homeless vets, AIDS, Crack, Bernie Goetz Hypodermics on the shores, China's under martial law Rock and Roller Cola Wars, I can't take it anymore

We didn't start the fire

It was always burning

Since the world's been turning

We didn't start the fire

But when we are gone

Will it still burn on, and on, and on, and on...

By Billy Joel

Brilliant Vid Here

http://yeli.us/Flash/Fire.html

~ Sheep Magic ~

2008-03-23T17:42:00.000Z

Enter the sheep - Ram and Ewe! It is unfortunate that the common connotation of "acting like sheep" refers only to the herd instinct.

The people of Aries have rather more to them than that!

As we move from Pisces into the Spring Equinox, some of us remember that until September 14, 1752, we Americans still celebrated the New Year of the Old Religion on March 21st. In 1752 the Gregorian Chant of Days was adopted by King George III, and we began to think the year began in January.

The members of the Old Religion, the Wise Ones, know better. Aries begins with the Vernal Equinox, the New Year of Nature. This is the time to witness the return of Mother Herta to her season of fecundity and rebirth.

Let us dance and sing together as we celebrate the ritual of spring while the world is born again.

Aries is the time to discover once again that we are alive! The Aries Divine Influence is "I AM". This may also be considered as: "I LIVE". In Aries, reincarnation is self-evident as all the world is reborn. And each year we feel in ourselves this re-affirmation: "I AM".

All nature teaches reincarnation as everything comes to life once again.

Rene Descartes, a Wise Man of the early 17th Century, began his great philosophical system with the assertion: "Cogito ergo sum". "I think, therefore, I AM!" A simpler statement of wisdom cannot be imagined. He surely must have been aware that our mere ability to utter the words of the first Divine Influence "I AM" proves not only that we think, but that we ARE.

We are -- because we think; and because we think -- we are. There is no more basic assertion in philosophy than "I AM". Because the Creators, our Celestial Father and Mother thought of us, creatively, here we are! We too, are free to think, even as They did. And as we think, so it will be. This process of creativity through thought is the basic premise of all magical practice. The Wise Ones know that it begins with the realization - "I AM"!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~For more on the lessons of ARIES see: http://druidcraft.us/astrology.htm ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

KEY To Understanding ARIES: WILL POWER

Aries people are noted for their will power. Too often we come to think of will power as the thing which grandmother said we didn't have. Then we continued to hear her tell us that we could do anything IF we just had the will power. Perhaps everyone's grandmother was an Aries Person.

Aries people are noted for their will power. In a way, of course, she was right, for the human will is indomitable. "Where there is a will, there is a way," goes an old wisdom saying. Will Power is the power of desire. The psychologist talks of it as motivation, but simply, when the desire is there, we see the power of the will.

THE MESSAGE OF ARIES: Wake Up and Live! Enjoy life! Be Happy!

The real meaning of Aries is the message of reincarnation - Wake up and live! People are that they might have Joy.

Most folks are not aware. They are not aware that they dwell in a waking dream state, passing in a stupor past the multitude of images and shadows that they perceive as life. "BE AWARE" - says Aries - be an active force in the creative processes that recreate the world each moment of each day.

Emerson says that if you would have the power, DO THE THING. Aries says to us that if we want to do something - just do it!

RULER OF ARIES: MARS, the planet of ACTION
Command of Mars: “DO IT NOW!”

Mars, with his penchant for action and for doing, is what gives Aries people all their will power. He tells us that if you want to be happy, you need to get happy now. Those who are Aware know that all Real Life exists only in the present. This is to say that Life is right now, and DOING IT NOW is the happy way to live.

You may have been happy before but that moment is gone. You can't be happy in the future, for the future is not here yet. The only time to be happy is the only time in which you can possibly be -- NOW. Make up your mind to simply "DO IT NOW" and be happy doing it. Then Mars will smile upon you. You will have gotten His message.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~For more on the lessons of ARIES see: http://druidcraft.us/astrology.htm ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A person asked Buddha:
“Are you a God?”
Buddha’s reply was “No.”
“Are you an Angel?”
“No.”
“Then what are you?”
“I Am Awake.”

~ Unknown Source

http://awordtothewise.info/content/view/475/1/

Solomon and the Bees

2008-03-10T20:07:00.001Z

When Solomon was reigning in his glory,
Unto his throne the Queen of Sheba came
(So in the Talmud you may read the story).
Drawn by the magic of the monarch’s fame,
To see the splendours of his court, and bring
Some fitting tribute to the mighty king.

Nor this alone: much had her highness heard
What flowers of learning graced the royal speech;
What gems of wisdom dropped with every word;
What wholesome lessons he was wont to teach
In pleasing proverbs; and she wished in sooth,
To know if rumour spoke the simple truth.

And straight she held before the monarch’s view,
In either hand a radiant wreath of flowers;
The one bedecked with every charming hue,
Was newly culled from nature’s choicest bowers;
The other, no less fair in every part
Was the rare product of divinest Art.

“Which is the true and which the false?" She said.
Great Solomon was silent. All-amazed,
Each wondering courtier shook his puzzled head,
While at the garlands long the monarch gazed,
As one who sees a miracle, and fain,
For very rapture, ne’er would speak again.

While thus he pondered, presently he sees,
Hard by the casement, -so the story goes-
A little band of busy, bustling bees,
Hunting for honey in a withered rose,
The monarch smiled and raised his royal head;
“Open the window!” – was all that he said.

The window opened at the king’s command;
Within the room the eager insects flew,
And sought the flowers in Sheba’s dexter hand!
And so the court and all the courtiers knew
That wreath was nature’s; and the baffled queen
Returned to tell the wonders she had seen

My Story teaches (every tale should bear
A fitting moral) that the wise might find’
In trifles light as atoms in the air,
Some useful lessons to enrich the mind,
Some truth designed to profit or to please –
As Israel’s king learned wisdom from the bees!

By John Godfrey Saxe

Dragon Watch

2008-02-27T18:11:00.000Z

Whilst away at the wars ‘twas often my duty
To sit through the night, My Lord’s Dragons to attend
I watched them enthralled at their grace and their beauty
Their strength and their warmth never failing to lend

Dragons green scales rippling by the torchlight
Dragons golden scales flashing light through black.
Yet these gentle beasts never shrink from the fight
When the drummer boy drums, no courage they lack.

The bravery I’ve seen, the tales I could tell
Of ferocious great bests swooping from the sky
With great black talons and fires from hell.
This is not my tale and I’ll tell you why

Because as I watched dragons by night
I came to know each one as my own
Each one a glorious vision to my sight
Iridescent colour, loveliness rarely shown

My Lord’s secret treasure, great dragons as these
Now I have left them, beloved great beasts
Now my battles are done, I have my heart’s ease
But no more will I join my Lord’s victory feasts

Yet last night in the mist rolling in from the sea
I felt dragon’s breath, hot on my cheek
I know my old comrades are searching for me
For they love me still, my company they seek

So tonight, away to the hills I must roam
And build a big fire, hot and bright
To show passing dragons I’m safe and at home
My rainbow companions of a cold winter night.

Their message to take to my Lord’s sleek pets
So as they too pass by this way.
We may share our memories yet
Soon they will come, as night follows day.

Dragons soon will come to this place
No harm to him such knowledge seeks
Only hot dragon’s breath on your face
Turn away then if such makes you weak.

Like me from duty they’ll be standing down
Danger to none from our meetings ensue
From our great Lord we’d not risk a frown.
I just cannot be parted from friends old and true.

As dragons fly by in the mist of the night
With shimmering scales and fires from hell
Take no fear, no need for fright
‘Tis just my old beauties their stories to tell

To pet and be petted as in the old days
Don’t worry; don’t fret for all is well
It’s just that I follow mythical ways
And my lord is holding The Dragon Spell.

Sharon Damnable

October 1997

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Leap, Soar, Explore......

2008-02-06T00:50:00.000Z

..............and dance, dance, dance like a dervish!

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Yip! Yip!

Kidnap a Myth?

2008-02-03T16:24:00.000Z

How hard could it be?

Now I'm better shall we start next week?

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~ I Bow To Your Art ~

2007-09-03T11:06:00.000Z

I opened the box and there they were, delivered swiftly, and as promised. The Tarot of Dreams, I had wished for so long, have aspired to work with this beautiful Tarot deck. I have studied hard and now thanks to my focus of energies I am the brand new owner of the most beautiful set of Tarot cards I have ever seen.

That, however is only the beginning. The first day with my Tarot of Dreams I had to travel, so I took them with me, in the car I saw each card for the first time as I contemplated the imagery their aspects began presenting them selves to me, whispers of words came into my head and passing through the deck all human life was truly contained within.

The Major Arcana are masterful and powerfully connect with the life changing events they portray, worlds, phrases, notes of music all come to mind as I rest my eyes on the imagery of Ciro Marchetti’s vivid, profound and beautiful Art. I almost forget to admire the rich beauty of late summer in Wiltshire, so absorbed am I in the wonderful mysteries contained in the 80 cards held in my palm.

The Minor Arcana of the Tarot of Dreams is visually delightful and an inspiration to the spirit, each Ace a wonderful blessing for the whole suit, the court cards a reminder of friends past and present. A swirl of rainbow magic follows a journey through The Tarot of Dreams and emerges into life crisp, defined and perfect. Energies connect with both Heaven and Earth and many other, some perhaps unexpected dimensions along the way.

Ciro Marchetti writes in his introduction, “…I have provided some scenery along the way, but now this journey is yours to take, one with no limits of time or distance. I hope you enjoy it.” The scenery provided by Ciro is masterful, visually stunning, rich and with vibrant energies showing the depth of circumstance that is the human experience past, present and future.

The cards are oversized and of sturdy card, I still use my Gilded Tarot for readings each day, as I need to be able to handle the cards competently with one hand whilst holding the phone with the other! So I will spend some time in private contemplation of these wonderful new cards and practise manipulating them with just one hand before I begin using them each day for work.

I took the Tarot of Dreams into my garden yesterday, I sat by the lavender and enjoyed the roses, geraniums and carnations for a while, I leaned back and watched the clouds roll by in the huge London sky, they became visions of faces and smiles. When I looked down the Fairies were gathering admiring the beauty and skill of Temperance at the top of the pile.

Yesterday, I spent every spare moment sewing a Tarot bag, from deep blue brocade, with gold ribbons and coins that fell from a belly dancing belt, it jangles nicely, and it and the gauze bag that came with the Tarot of Dreams will protect my cards and, to be honest contain their powerful, full on energy so I can carry on with my daily tasks, perhaps a little. Make no mistake the Tarot of Dreams is a powerfully magical deck of cards

I have studied Tarot and give Tarot readings for work, but I felt I had attended a master class after having travelled through the deck just once. I feel sure they will give my readings a depth and accuracy that will become my hallmark as time goes on. I usually work with the Gilded Tarot Ciro’s previous Tarot Deck which has developed a humorous sub text, that can sometimes cause me to laugh out loud during a reading, it will be so much fun to work with the Tarot of Dreams and discover the personalities of my new deck, to delve into the intracies of human life with such magnificent tools at my disposal, there truly are no limits.

When I returned from Wiltshire I was able to look at the CD that comes with the Tarot of Dreams, a work of Art in itself, visually gorgeous with meditational music and animated Major Arcana, the cards are exlained in brief with astrological correspondences and referrals to the tree of life, another master class and a meditaional tool. Looking through the Tarot section of the CD holding the cards I felt blessed and inspired and as if I held life’s great mysteries in the palm of my hand.

There is an in depth book, screen savers, one of the Major Arcana and one of the court cards, letter heads and introduction to the team that compiled this work of great Art on a CD that is easily downloadable.

I have had to force myself to walk away, for interludes leaving my Tarot of Dreams safely in their magical bag because the joy and potential is making my head spin! This is a sublime and perfect deck for beginner or for the more experienced students of life alike. Though once again the Tarot of dreams call to me, they, it seems, feel ready to accompany me through my busy working day, to lend me guidance, inspiration and a deeper insight into how I may interpret the divination clearly and accurately. We may have a long journey ahead of us. I feel there will be interesting times ahead the scenery will be glorious, with no limits to time or distance.

As a witch I may not bend the knee but great Art will cause me to bow as a sign of respect to an Artist who is a such master of his work, with tools such as the Tarot of Dreams at my disposal I feel my own work will be more magical, relevant and creative, thus magic continues……………

Thank You Ciro Marchetti !

All Art Work Ciro Marchetti

http://www.ciromarchetti.com/tarot.htm