I didn't have much to do this week, so I thought I would spend as much time in ceremony, ritual, being as sacred as I could. because you know, old and just not buying in and why the Freak not. 

Worth it!

Though worth, is a word, that encases a set of concepts, that come from places that I do not want to go, at this time. Why, because imagination, or thinking creates things, that can be traced to origin. These origins may be termed Ancestors. An instant second path appears that of blood line. Do we now have two strands of DNA? Any how. Words

Words like Witch. This is good, have a read,

When you take a word, remove it from it's origins, both of thought and blood, and  drop it, as an infected blanket, over many populaces, use the term as the only descriptor, for a couple of hundred years, because you have denied any other, drag it back out, expecting it to encompass everyone working in energy fields, at this time, we have a problem. snif sniff, I smell empire.
Thank goodness I'm a magician.

Another wonderful drop of gore that passed my screen was this, I'm staying with the troubles, here. There have been times within my life that I have thought and used, the argument contained within to elevate my culture above others. I apologise. To any, who I have offended and will offend, as I carry this thought through, again I apologise.

I'm a little floored to find, my ancestors carrying out cannibalism, and I really want to know where this came from. There is a touch in the article on Homeopathy and like curing like, so you have a pinch of crushed skull, necromanticaly sourced (possibly). to cure a headache. Right, but me, I'm interested in the weaponisation of or Satanism of, or naturalisation of such products as Adrenachrome.

Were my Irish and Fair Folk Ancestors out there eating each other? Or are we seeing a period in the  time line, where Empire brought over its more sinister aspects? Human ownership of others.

Here is a modern take from Joe Rogan. 

But this really is just a modern take on a past practice.

Don't buy in to the 'who are you to judge' thing, judge. And please stop telling Maori that they were cannibals, as if your ancestors were above the practice, they were not.

Now, apparently they have locked the gates to my "Church". 

We shall see.

In peace, strength and love,
Juhl

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Everyone but me did a blog last week.
Everyone but me has their sh*t together.
Whiney whiney whiney.

Yup that dark moon is approaching, time to think about what you might like to release and replace. I knew I was on the wrong Timeline when I heard Mr Maxwell say the conclusion of 56 years of study is; that if you are Good, you will be Poor.

Where is all the money?
Where did all the resources go?
​Perhaps it is time to realise Global stuff don't work and return to more localised forms of care. When people are deciding not to have babies, because they don't want to add to the worries of the world, we have a problem. 
Can we just admit defeat and move on to other ways? Within permaculture there is no need for polluted air or lack of food. Why isn't everyone doing permaculture?

Here are Jeff and Jordan having a discussion, some well reasoned arguments, maybe.

​When I was growing up, there was very little in the way of self help, let alone intuitive and gentle woman, fairy belief, literature. The Readers Digest, had odd tweaks of times different and shad/owes to explore. Getting the real stuff though was very precious. I learned my sexual education from "The Pearl", something that shall forever warp me and force me into Otheriness. Too many years, since my last confession.

 Any how, how does an incredibly screwed up twenty something go from suicidal to, well, at least I have lived, still am?
The answer may flaw you, please don't let a "because you never pulled on that thread" upset you. Louise Hay and Dianne Stein, along with, Whatever was At the Library. Even back then, books were expensive.
If a pamphlet entered the house, you read it on the toilet, if nowhere else, and you read it from cover to cover.

I didn't hear of Doreen Virtue, until I came online. I still didn't see her, but she had the most wonderful readings of the Kybalion. The first time I had heard the Hermetic Principles and I pinged, I pinged hard. Here were words that expressed what I knew and was intuitively living. I then tried Doreen's meditations, of chakra cleansing. I was pretty up with chakra and kundalini through varying teachings by then, but her tapes were still good.

​I purchased Doreen's esp third eye opening exercises, they were cheap as, good, involved crystal lessons as well as visualisation., Very rudimentary, but for the price and for someone who was looking to solidify all forms of Magick as being as Natural as Breathing, it was at least a sign that someone was beavering away out there, trying to get knowledge out, without the old boys network totally silencing another, lets just be loving voice. Because make no mistake, this is what the conflict is about, silencing the Lets Just Love One Another voice, especially if raised by a woman.

I did find her next incarnation with Angel beings a tad hard to follow. I know there are many beings and my life has been such, that I am very untrusting, of anything bearing gifts :) working on it. I did have a brief flirtation with Gabriel and the Kabbalah, though that, is another story, for another day. So Doreen and I parted ways.

Here, now as a woman and a would "see love upon this world" person, I ask you too  remember, our roots our Ancestors and stay those knives. Doreen is one of us, she is a woman who, in spite of how things may look and turn out, put knowledge in front of us. We could pray for her. And we could also learn some lessons.

If you have been raised within Empire, no matter how Pagan you may now think you are the Christ lessons permeate our existence and programming in a way very little else has been able to do. Maybe shaved legs and pits (here's an alternative). In particular we are counselled and raised to believe in saviors, Politicians, Dads, God or Gods to name but a few. Within the spiritual community, if you get into trouble you are hard pressed not to go past the Bible and Christ. Who has not seen the Exorcist? Many people who have had encounters with weird energies such as ghosts, demons or aliens, depending on their lexicons, have testimony on the efficacy of calling on Christ. He turns up and does the job, sometimes even if you don't believe in him.

The problem of what is happening with Doreen and many others, is slightly larger than a haunting. There seem to be people within each spiritual, pagan or town community, that wish others ill and are using energy to back up their will. The gossipers at the water cooler, we can forgive, they know not what they do. But to bind, curse or malign someone, simply because they have what you want, is just a tad gnaff in the 2020's. As people who wander the borderlands, is this type of behaviour, what you want to take forth? Was all that learning ill gotten, are you so desperate for change, that harming others is the loop you have settled upon, rather than elevating? 

So much hard work has gone into bringing knowledge forward, to the masses for use in elevating every-bodies consciousness, into realising the sacredness of every being. There was always going to be a price for this knowledge, many are paying it. I'm sure the Mystery Schools and Guru's, in particular are a little put out that information is now readily available online or within self, and their energy counts. The systems they taught behind paywalls, are coming to us all and coming to us almost free. Making Intellectual Property and acknowledgement of where a particular system or magickal technology comes from, twice as important. This is lineage, it is where the knowledge  comes from and is every bit as important as bloodline, as all knowledge can only be viewed through the lens of perspective. A perspective that is uniquely our own, yet touched and built, through all that has touched us.

Be the kind of Other you can live with. Be your own legend. Be the Being that when the moon became dark, retreated and thought about where that thought was coming from. Be the one that sought the silence, Through the pain and discovery of self, to the triumph of thinking your own thought. Your own thought of your perspective. A thought whose lineage you can trace. Then arrive at a thought that is solely yours.

Go on I dare you.
Dark moon wishes and much, much love.
​Juhl xx

"And so it was, there came a time. A time that was, and a time that was always before.
The  Dream World, the world of battles. The waking world, the realm, where battles, not fought, became real.
 
Many different the ways of then and now, still the battle truths remain. There were those who thought themselves, stealthy good Warders and Knights of the way, and  offering of esteem was granted these beings.
“Let me! Let me fight for you. I will dedicate my life, you will dedicate my upkeep, and the victories shall be ours.”  had been the subtle bargain.  Knights of the way had no time to plow, all energy on winning within the land of the dreams was spent. The Knights, powerful and the people at peace.

Gratitude and offering the response. For who would not let others fight their battles? Freed from responsibility of self, so much more could be done! The least of which, the offerings of gratitude, were surely /' a pleasure to pay.

Time moved on and the Knights of the way, so involved in their skill, taken care of by all, became lost, to that world of dreams. So well did they battle, behind closed eyes, nothing harmful became real. Within the waking world, peace reigned, joy flourished and the tributes flowed. The skill of the personal dream,  lost, in visions of safety.

None new learned the battle skills.  The enemy, the reason for dreaming, forgotten.

Yet, within the dream, shadows and lurkers,  gathered, their plans laid, learnt and studied long ago, improved upon, evolved. To few were the Knights to intercept, the soft subtle tendrils.  As soft as butter, defenses melted before the shadow mass, of darkness, wreathed with mares. To few, were the Dream Warriors, to stem the tide. No new to replace the lost. The awake realm still seeing peace, yet the world of the dream, was changing.

With stealth, grace, deadly rage in check, the Shadow horde creeping, advanced. Snatching, the odd unaware, to study. Tentacles probing, testing the sleeping awake, as they rested, without fear, without protection. The longer the waking slept without ward, the better. Who knew what would happen?

Should these sleepers awake, to the depths, the deceptions, of this dreaming?

Lines were spun, could be’s, should be’s and would be’s, yet, none of the lines were spun true. Long had the dream realm studied, and well did they know their tasks.
To live, one must be present, within the dream and awake and it was for this the shadows had practiced.  In the sleeping world of the awake, thoughts of false Knights were planted. The offerings, long forgotten, real reason forlorn, treasure for the Horde to use and plunder, battle tokens.
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An inversion had begun, an invasion of twisting ways, so subtle in calling, the wake peoples under gentle (at first) control, became vassals. Enlivening  the dreams and plans, which the shadows, had cunningly hidden, in the awaken-eds  very midst, their minds. Yes, these beings were awakened, but they were no longer aware.

And so it was, the Shadow Hordes usurped the waken realm, creeping crawling through minds, bridging through sleep, into waking lives. Seeding, breeding, lines of not quite true.  Subtle was the advance, softly, softly least the untouched realise. Gently, beguilingly least the bridged, break free. The shadows arrived, made real, manifested.

If only an awake were to take back the dream, from before the Knight, when the awakened realm was aware and faced the battles in the dream, individually, self responsible, where would the realm be?

Ahh, but such dreams are confusing and nonsense.

A tide can not be turned back. Yet just as the wood fuels the fire, it is the charcoal that nourishes the earth. What grows in the bare land beneath the unused fire pit? Well, first come the quickest, then the fittest, seeds of course, you  may know them as weeds.  Yet, every now and then, we find a tree in this midst. A tree whose roots, reach outside the fireside, new shoots, beneath and through the scorched earth, nurtured and fed by the dying ‘weeds’ the tree  shall in turn overgrow. The weeds, are they sacrificial? Or are they giving? fulfilling their nature, to become nature, contained within the tree? Individuals united by place.

I wonder now, who is winning, within this realm, at this moment, the shadows, ever reaching realness? Perhaps, winning is a wrong perception. Perhaps the awake will once again step forth and true battles shall be hosted, where true lore made them be. Within the dream. The place where all bodily forms are equal, as only one energy is worn.

In peace, strength and love,

Juhl.

Well, I am knackered.
I spent the weekend flying.

I haven't been dragon, since just before the last Lions Gate. I came back so AI ridden it took a while to clear. Also I had noticed that when wearing Dragon, compassion seemed to diminish over time. Added to this, the ease of going around in light body as a stream of photons, rather that encased in a shape or trapped in a merkaba and there seemed to be no need.

Last Thursday, I participated in a group healing. The healing went well (we intend for others, which is the best part of my life at the moment, feels like I'm doing deep good) yet after the session, I realised I was feeling itchy restless.

I entered Meditative mind, but found my body undulating and twisting as the kundalini rose. My arms extended and within the vibration of the moment,streams of light were flying from my body as strands of DNA weaving and twisting through the Aether. Even though my extended arms were gracefully (well they felt graceful) undulating as wings, a motion that started in my pelvis and extended beyond my hands into space, there was a dull persistent ache in my shoulder blades. An ache that no persistent shimmying or wriggling could override. And it just got worse. I found myself, as I was sitting in Lotus, arching backwards and forwards, huge sweeping movements, of which my husband would approve under certain nameless circumstances. As I swept forward and extended towards the ground, I felt my tail come out from under me. In that rush of movement and surprise, my wings unfurled behind me and whoosh we were away.

Oh Goodness how I had missed that freedom, the freedom of a long extended body as it soars upon warm streams of air, the maneuverability, of tail, wings, body working as one. The speed. The lightness. The power. The freedom. We weaved in and out of the planets,following there now all connected spiral streams of energy, beyond stars, through deepest darkest space we flew, united whole and it was beautiful.

Now some of you may remember a while back, I had a blue white light beam, come from out of space and time, pierce my brain and explode inside my skull with the brightest illumination I had ever seen. I could not work out why then, I mean I'm still me. I already had an upon demand coloured light body. The crystalline happened in 2014, maybe 15 and I had been running as a stream of whatever coloured photons I wanted since last year, when I discovered I could.

It was as the initial joy and blast of the flight subsided to peaceful drift, that I began to notice and take stock of my body. (I feel ecstatic still, with those memories of sensation.) I was born, to my knowledge a gold dragon, as I looked at my scales, I realised something was very seriously wrong, the more I flew the more cracked and kind of flakey my scales became. You can imagine me of course, just heading into Dark Moon, thinking "More freakin Shadow Work, What Now!".

So home we came, landed settled settled back into the biological space suit and got to work. Racism came up, it has taken me a long time to accept Unicorns, even though I had an extremely good buddy who is a Unicorn, there was a something there that had me a tad flinchy...it was a thought stream on how some can seem to actually have it pretty easy but are so dramatic and whiney. Heal that, everyone comes from what they know and where they are at that particular time. So work done and off for another flight.

Well it backfired, instead of my beautiful golden armament, there were cracks of white showing through. I was deeply disappointed, grey hair, gray pubes and now this! I'm getting old, does my dragon have to too? It almost, not quite ruined the freedom of the flight. So home I flew again, a little heart hurt and "dramatic whiney" you guessed it Unicorn mirror. When I realised that I giggled. More work, this time into where does the meme "Humans Have Always Warred Come From". Pheww that was deep. Words written on it later (it's even longer than this story).

Finaly I had had enough of crying for the world hurts and trying to right world wrongs, so I called up dragon body and away we flew. As we left the worries and cares of the earth beneath us, and whirled and played with the stars in reckless abandon, I did not notice at first, because I think it started at my head, I did not notice the flakes of gold falling away until they fell off my wing tips, as I was holding in place over Jupiter. When I hold in place,not wanting to land, but just hover in a spot, my wings extend from behind me, encircle me to the front and the tips of my wings undulate almost like hands, gently cupping the watery air, to hold me steady. And as those wing tips were undulating, I could see the gold, gone. In it's place is white. Not grey white, but a bright, bright blue white, brighter than a toothpaste commercial, white. The same bright light, that had penetrated my brain and illuminated my mind bright blue white light.

My current feelings are, I am not a great fan of white. It looks good on Gandalf, but shows up every mark and stain. It denotes purity, all that sacred guff and is the colour of death and new life. It denotes trust, honour the "good stuff" and whilst I appreciate change and evolution happens to all things, it will be awhile before I am ready to go Dragon again. I just want to have some human fun, without an otherworldly expectation of behaviour. Call me when the battle need arises, I will be there, but until then...fu*k off.

How was your weekend?

Much love Juhl


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Well I am not where I wanted to be.
I can translate this from energetic to monetary terms, as a percentage. I am 6.5% out of alignment.
I become the age of a Mayan elder in 5 months, so I have a lot of work to do. I suspect it is my sense of community and peopling that is holding me back.

I am fearful.
I hurt others and am hurt,
I lack masks.
I'm coachable and willing to learn, but don't waste my time with bullshit that doesn't come from the heart or comes from a desire to justify a way of being, that does not do much but dislocate people from their spirit and the Spaceship we are care taking. Makes for a touch of tension ;)

I remember, think I have written on it before, about how I was punched in the face by the leader of a gang (we were ten) and unbeknownst to me, at that time, that was my initiation into the gang, who then went on to teach the awkward white stick, to move to any rhythm on the dance floor. Why? because I didn't nark. I ran into the bathroom crying, but I did not tell the adults or Police who were running the disco.

I got instant mates. So sweet ending to a weird episode. Yet it has coloured my perception of new groups of people ever since. There is always an initiation, an attempt to make one feel as if one belongs, sometimes coming in the guise of making one think they don't belong...can you hang in long enough? And there are always people who consider themselves leaders within the groups, like a self bestowed mana, of book learning, protocol or skin colour, but seldom because of heart and mind unity. Seldom are the leaders actually people choices. Like candidates in an election, you get to vote for the candidate presented, but you don't get to choose the candidate.
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I didn't post as such yesterday, because I was at six hundred words and still hadn't suggested all of the thought streams I have around, tracing the blood. Not the genealogy of blood lines, but the where did the "Humans have always warred" come from? Why was that punch in the face considered a path to membership? How did violence become a systemic incorporated theme within our ways of being? And then I watched this...

And then I watched...I listened, I felt  600 words had already been said...and said by others, better. Ae tautoko

​I love Dark Moon