Category Archives: Consciousness

An Empress? meets up with a Goddess

Another article from the private blog:

Still on the trail into Alan Wilson’s & Baram Blackett’s (W&B’s) proposition that Christ and the True Cross came to west Wales (Pembrokeshire) I re-visited another location where one element in their story meets with our Ffraed for the second time.

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Featherfoot

 

After having spent two years or so living in the Bush I returned to Perth in 1995 and moved into a house in the suburb of Viveash, near the Swan River. In the garage the previous owners had left an assortment of items, among them was an unusual spear. It was barbed, carved and pyrographically patterned, and even though it had been broken at the end it was at least 7 feet long. It was clearly ancient. This was no ordinary inheritance. I knew in the heart of me, without knowing why, that I was now, in some mysterious way, not the owner, but rather the custodian of something quite extraordinary.

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Into Un-being…I met a man

This article first published on my other website April 2012. I just feel it should be on here too.

I’m not a religious person, by that I mean I have no affiliations to any organisations that dictate and impose spiritual dogma. I am however sensitive and spiritually aware; and I do my best to live my life considerately and ethically. I’ve improved as I’ve gone along but I’m a long way from perfect; mostly because I don’t assimilate with the contradictions and thoughtless attitudes that are encouraged and legislated everywhere, and struggle to comprehend their attraction. Why do people wear masks?…or think they are. I’m not talking about internet aliases that some people need for their security. I get that. I’m talking about people who do it to present themselves as something more acceptable to the programmed mind, or to disguise dark motives. Masks are no barrier to an adept sensitive; many, many, people can see through them; and more and more mask-people are realising that and rather than being more open they run and hide; stay amongst people who can’t see them. The Darkness still can though, they are in the dark, and these antics amuse It no end. Anyhow, more on this, you may notice, through this article.

 

So, one day I sat down to continue writing up accounts of experiences I’d recalled that I hadn’t included in the first edition of my book, Dogged Days, and others I’d had since. Very soon a warm and tingling energy began to flow through me…and I found myself writing about Christ energy and receiving insights regarding number four, and other subjects, ones that I hadn’t suspected before. I had not intended to include Jesus or Christ but now I was.

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Called to Cares

First published on my main website.

It was a blissful, bright and sunny Easter morning and the blackbirds and robins had been singing since dawn. Kria, the buzzard, wheeled lazily in the unblemished sky, ravens rolled above the exalting treetops when, too acute to perceive with human ears, the familiar voice of the Goddess beckoned me to ‘the Sanctuary’.

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Communing with saints. Calling for warriors.

Robin Heath, stone stalker and archaeoastronomer, has spent very many years rediscovering and demonstrating the knowledge and genius of people who have walked these Isles before us.  In his information-packed, and excellent book, Bluestone Magic, Heath reveals much of what he has discovered while tramping the commonly wet and blustery hills of West Wales, and how their perfectly-sited and oriented constructions have never stopped straight-talking with each other and with the, sun, the moon and the stars. ¹

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