Annie Dieu-Le-Veut

I’m going to hazard an educated guess that anyone reading this — anyone who follows my blog – already has dragon guides lurking at the back of their wardrobes.

You may not believe me, but there are no coincidences. You didn’t just randomly come across me, and my work. However, you may not yet understand the nature of this simulation that we call ‘reality’.

We cannot see what we haven’t been taught should be there. It is just the nature of things here. But as the man said: “The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls.” He actually meant written on the walls of the cathedrals, and painted on the floors with their Cosmati pavements, and in the geometry of the fonts and the pulpits, and in the ornate decorations of the carved rood screens and the stained glass windows.

Those symbolic signposts are in buildings that have been taken over by a religion that at its best, was designed only to bring the Heavens down to Earth. Of course, religions have not been at their best for a long time. In fact, not since the festivals were arranged around what I call the wheel of the Windmill of the Year, so that the whole sheebang was yoked to the grinding mills of the constellations above, have religions helped us to keep Earth in harmony with the Heavens.

Don’t get me wrong. I think that bringing Heaven down to Earth is a highly laudable activity, for giving a foundation stone that promotes peace within communities and helping to ensure that the crops don’t fail.

However, if you want to go to Heaven, you need to start walking in the other direction. We are not in the business of bringing Heaven down to Earth. We want to go from Earth to Heaven…and for that we need a dragon.

Being good and following the Ten Commandments won’t help at all. The Lord’s Prayer’s “Give us this day our daily bread” undershoots what we need by a country mile. To go from Earth to Heaven, we need to follow The Way, and mount the vehicle that carries us to the flaming-wheeled Chariot or Merkaba rocket ship in our DNA …and that vehicle is the dragon.

SPIRITUAL HEALTH WARNING: If you read The Way of the Serpent, and begin to understand how they would fit into your life, you will likely find your own dragon guides starting to appear.

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Preface to The Way of the Serpent

IN A WORLD STARVED OF TRUE FEMININE MYSTERY, one path to immortality has remained hidden for millennia — until now. This long-awaited sequel to the bestselling The Sacred Sex Rites of Ishtar reveals the deeper secrets of sacred love magic.

Shaman and visionary initiate Annie Dieu-Le-Veut shares the profound realisation that the ancient art of raising the Kundalini snake cannot be safely undertaken without the direct initiation, guidance and lifelong support of the reptilian spirits themselves. No human teacher, workshop or quick-fix shaman can bestow this transmission. Only the serpents can navigate the coiling serpentine “roller-coaster of the gods” — the ecstatic highs, inevitable shadow confrontations and soul-deep trials that lead to conscious immortality through love.

Written especially for women already walking The Way — often alone and unsupported — this book restores the lost feminine current of sacred sex. It honours the receptive power of the yoni, the ancient role of priestess-nuns as Brides of the Divine, through the unique alchemy available only to the female soul.

Drawing on shamanic trance teachings, historical wisdom and the eternal truth that “Love is the solution” to death itself, it offers support, validation and practical insights for riding the rigours of the path. If you feel the dragons calling you, this is your companion on the journey home to immortality through sacred love.

Foreword to The Way of the Serpent

I STUMBLED INTO ANNIE as I left Plato’s Cave. Tripping over the swirling shards of the shattered bedrock of my reality, I was daunted by the unavoidable task of gathering and reassembling those jigsaw pieces. My foundation stones of “truth” revealed themselves to be either inverted or to lack any substance whatsoever, crumbling to sand in my hand under the pressure of fresh scrutiny.

Annie graced me with her guidance in that sorting, a steady beacon in the maelstrom, while I rebuilt on sound and sacred geometric principles. What began as our bright but tiny spark of synchronisation over the Schumann Resonance evolved into a teacher-student relationship, and blossomed into a cherished friendship.

Annie is a shaman. She is a sage. She is generous in sharing her wisdom, her time and her teachings. She is the ultimate tour guide, whether on a walk around her beloved Glastonbury or drumming us into a meditative journey to the other worlds. In this book, she flung open the door to the Library of Alexandria of her mind, and gave us a tour of some of her most secret nuggets of erudite and esoteric spiritual knowledge, expressed lyrically, fluidly and freely.

Her deep knowledge of the Mysteries gives form and functional instruction to The Way in all of her written works. Yet I found the experience of reading this book especially evocative and it instilled in me a confidence in the divine. Her words are mentally, spiritually and physically moving. They inform and they empower.

I recommend taking this book to a favourite private place and reading it aloud because, in my humble opinion, Annie has mastered her craft. In my experience, few authors possess the skill to imbibe their expression with such a beautifully and rhythmically flowing timbre. Annie’s words are like water flowing over pebbles. Perhaps C.S. Lewis and Cressida Cowell are a match…but this is a book primarily for women to read to and for themselves rather than to their children. It is also a book for men seeking to understand their woman.

This guide book is a veritable cornucopia of history, mythology and humour. Or perhaps it would be better described as a mixed grill…the subject matter is meaty and some aspects certainly gave me something to chew on, gnashing through my preconceptions. But, above all, it is a lesson in love. It is a reminder that everything is frequency, so frequency is everything.

The Girl In The Green Jacket, September 2026

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