Some of you may be realising by now that working in the mundane physical world against the New World Order is like fighting with shadows. That’s because the shades are being reflected from the Astral Planes, which they dominate. From there they are enacting operations that are the source of the dark effects that we see on this planet, and they mainly take the form of the evil acts against humanity that we witness all around us as they perform a huge mass sacrifice to their ‘gods’ with us as the sacrificial lambs.
The painting below is of St Andrew being crucified on an X-shaped cross. The Scots will recognise the X-shape as the St Andrew’s Cross as it appears on their blue-and-white flag. But to those who understand the hidden language of alchemical love and sex magic, it is known as the saltire cross. This is why the esoteric wing of the Freemasons who call themselves the Scottish Rite and who, at one time, were largely based in Scotland, decided it would be a magically potent symbol for their flag which would help their kingdom to thrive.
I took this photo today in Wells Cathedral of the carved effigy above the tomb of John Drokensford, Bishop of Bath and Wells (1309 – 1359) to show his gaping-mouthed fish headgear which is archetypical of the initiate.
If I was asked to describe, in just seven words, what you’ll learn to do from my new book, Stories in the Stars, it’s this:
How to reincarnate into your own life
Why is that?
It’s because ancient myths are actually the vessels or arks of our ancestors sailing the seas of Time and containing, deep in their submarinal holds, precious messages about our innate holographic relationship to eternal astrological and alchemical cycles which drive each of us along our life’s path.
Over thousands of years, these orally-transmitted wisdom teaching stories have been twisted and bastardised into fake histories in order to serve various and changing political imperatives. And they have been concertinaed, truncated and dumbed-down to satisfy the appetites of light entertainment through the shifting narratives, over time, of the mytho-industrial complex.
I’m a sort of story archaeologist who digs up the originals of these epic tales that were drawn in the glittering night skies of the last Ice Age. I brush them off and then break down their meanings in the simplest of terms, so that we can unlock the doors of our perception with their metaphorical keys.
Once we understand the substance of the messages our ancestors left for us thousands of years ago, we realise the value and meaning of human life, and finally know what to do with it.
In putting together my chapter on the symbolic meaning of numbers in ancient myths for the new book, I was going to include this in the section on the number 17, but then changed my mind as I want Stories in the Stars to have a sort of timeless quality and not be pinned to current events. So I decided to share it with you here instead, because if you are one of my readers, you will likely have a more zoomed-out view of the psychological warfare currently being conducted against us by the Deep State and have noticed their use of the number 17 as a signal to each other that certain staged events – like false flag attacks which are often carried out on the 17th of the month – have been orchestrated to socially engineer the thinking of the masses.
I’ve just been watching the birds on the feeders in my garden. I have two bird feeders and there are also two nests in my garden – one of robins and the other of house sparrows. And what I realised today, for the first time, is that the robins all like to eat on one bird feeder and the house sparrows on the other. There is no mixing. It’s not that the robins hate the sparrows, or that the sparrows think they are superior to the robins. It’s just a matter of what works best for all of them– and what has always worked best.
We also have flocks of starlings around here that make extraordinary patterns in the skies when they all meet together in the evening, to return home to roost overnight on the reeds of the marshes. It’s called a murmuration of starlings. There are also lots of ravens, crows, wood pigeons, cranes, hawks and owls – but you never see any of those birds flying with the starlings and messing up the patterns of their murmurations.
In other words, the birds like to hang with their own kind, and no amount of calling them racist or talking about diversity will make the slightest bit of difference to how they behave. It doesn’t occur to them to do other than will serve the highest good of their kind, for their sake of their own survival.
In the last article, Lesson 3, Forging our own faery sword of truth, we discussed the metaphorical meaning of the Three of Swords, and I used an example from the Fey Tarot in which a male faery is rising from the sea with the dawn breaking just behind him.
Dawn is a major character in my books where she plays the same role as she does in the Tarot, which is to denote the promise or covenant of rebirth after ‘death’ – whether it’s just the end of a cycle in our lives or the final initiation in which we leave this dimension forever. For this reason, the character of Death in most good decks has a red, pink or apricot sunrise behind him. Continue reading