The People are Sovereign. They are intrinsically Sovereign through their connection, in their Rivers of Blood or DNA, to the Ancestors in the Otherworlds. The portals between these Worlds are opened and closed by the gatekeepers, the Fae, in cooperation with shamans that are entrusted with this sacred work on the Land.
The People, in turn, elect representatives to take their views to the Parliament (Parle-ment, Anglo-Saxon for a representative assembly of speakers) and this – and ONLY THIS – is what makes our Parliament Sovereign. Other countries have copied this method of governance because, until now, it has been successful as when it is truly representative, it has the blessings of the Otherworlds. and this is why Westminster is known as the Mother of all Parliaments. Continue reading
We are all familiar now with the famous Tunnel from those who come back from the Realms of the Dead and recount their near death experiences. But another common factor in these accounts, and yet one that is little reported, is the overwhelmingly ecstatic feeling of love that surrounds them during their brief sojourn to the Other Side. And far from them coming under the harsh judgement of a Jehovah-type God who sternly weighs their “sins” in the balance, there is only a gentle self-assessment, which is often kindly supported by their ancestral spirits, that informs their view about whether or not it would be the wisest course to return into an often broken, and thus painful, human form, because their “appointments” on that rung of The Ladder of the Wise had not yet been met.
Many who return to This Side find that their new realisations cause their life to change, and they take up new interests – and sometimes new trainings and new professions – in order to better align themselves with their life’s purpose. This is all to the good. However, it is a little-known fact that one can reach the Other Side without going through the death experience, and it is by following a technique I call the Ecstasy of the Heart.
The magic of the Sovereignty of the Land has long been hidden from us by many means, screens and schemes, and one way of preventing us from dis-covering it has been to change the meaning of words. For instance, let us consider the word ‘history’. ‘History’ actually comes from the 12th century Norman ‘histoire’, which in that language meant ‘story’. Thus, when discussing ancient ‘histoires’ we are dealing with a story that may or may not be true. However, it doesn’t matter for our magical purposes because, as I always say, the only difference between mythology and history is that myths are true, by which I mean that “history” is usually written by the victors who are bound to put a spin on their recorded events, but “mythology” contains deep and eternal truths that always remain true.
And so by engaging with what we believe to be history is, in effect, entering cognitively into the fabric that made up the consensual reality of our ancestors, and no matter how much the transcribers and translaters have, over time, taken that fabric, and cut and tailored it into different suits, jackets and dresses, the mythological truth still remains evident, in the weave, to those who have the eyes to see it. Continue reading
Once we understand the codes in the great masterpieces preserved in the churches, abbeys and cathedrals, then it becomes clear that these symbols are a series of still-life tableaus forming a narrative about the alchemical process of the transformation of metals, with ourselves as the crude lead.
Each metal is assigned a god or goddess to encapsulate their qualities, and we can see these characteristics writ large in the classical Greek dramas featuring the gods and goddesses of Mount Olympus.
Matters were quite tense in America over the weekend as the government remained in shutdown, while Trump and Nancy continued to battle it out over the wall, while a lunar eclipse – the last one until 2021 – meant that the Satanists in the Deep State may well be wanting to use the occasion for a mass sacrifice rivalling their genocidal conflagration of 9/11 and, simultaneously, send a lot of damning, Black Budget paperwork up in smoke.
But please don’t think that the Moon or an eclipse is anything to do with Satanism. It is quite the reverse. Continue reading
When people criticise President Trump over wanting to build a wall on the southern border of the United States, and the Democrats insist that it’s immoral not to have open borders, they may not realise that they are mouthpieces for an evil Death Cult that, for all its insistence on environmentalism to prevent climate change, is flying in the face of Nature and how She builds life.
If Mother Nature believed in open borders, there would be no Universe. She uses the Vesica Piscis to organise Her Work; some call it “the womb of life” because from all the walls and borders that are produced from it, the shapes of the creation are built to produce the Flower of Life and the Fruit of Life, that flow between the realms of spirit and the realms of materiality. Its mathematical dimensions make it transcendent in nature because its shape spirals out into infinity in ever-increasing circles, and it also spirals in, into infinity, in ever-decreasing circles.
That’s why sacred buildings from time immemorial, such as Glastonbury Abbey, have strong parameters of stone-and-mortar that were constructed according to the designs of those who understood those laws, and they also engineered a huge wall around this temple and its precincts, made of local Blue Lias stone, to protect “the holiest earthe in England.”
I’ve been doing some research on Dunstan for my new book, Stories in the Land. Dunstan was abbot at Glastonbury Abbey in Somerset, England, in the 10th century, and went on to assume the mantle of the Archbishoprics of London and Canterbury. I’m quite fascinated by this painting of his, within which he has written: