There's an evil on the streets
That just cannot be cured
If it's living next door to you
You cannot rest assured
This temple will not fall
Like those days of old
The chalice of poison
The cleric so bold
There's an evil in their eye
Observed Constantine
Kissing on the floor
Is hardly divine
Or romantic like Venice
Italy or Rome
Sitting so prettily
Upon Papal throne
Judge the homosexual
By the forest of mystique
Imagine where your thoughts began
Then inward travel deep
Pontificate in ignorance
Preach but do not talk
The Universal church of arrogance
Can take a Fucking walk
Along the nearest runway
In leer jet luxury
Kissing the sacred tarmac
From construction plc
Another deal for Jesus
Done for the sake of good
No matter for the rainforest
They make prayer books from the wood
Wednesday, 24 December 2008
Thursday, 18 December 2008
FANATICAL SABBATICAL
In the name of the most sacred Divinity itself
The tabernacle in gold is locked safely upon the shelf
Anoint the fallen angel create a miracle child
Perform the act of devotion while deliriously running wild
In the face of superstition a haunting in the eye
The faithful go to meekly praise the glorious on high
The baptism of submersion drowning within the deep
Following with eyes wide open the blind faith path of sleep
In the heart of mortal saviour who suffered for thy sins
Sits the devious the patriot the desperate one who clings
To every emotional nightmare that creeps up from the east
Carries the trilogy of illusion calls himself the priest
In the sacrifice of pilgrimage self denial seeks reward
Acceptance of their elegance live in heaven with their lord
The fanatical sabbatical the gathering of the sweet
It’s in your neighbours hearts and minds within people that you meet
The tabernacle in gold is locked safely upon the shelf
Anoint the fallen angel create a miracle child
Perform the act of devotion while deliriously running wild
In the face of superstition a haunting in the eye
The faithful go to meekly praise the glorious on high
The baptism of submersion drowning within the deep
Following with eyes wide open the blind faith path of sleep
In the heart of mortal saviour who suffered for thy sins
Sits the devious the patriot the desperate one who clings
To every emotional nightmare that creeps up from the east
Carries the trilogy of illusion calls himself the priest
In the sacrifice of pilgrimage self denial seeks reward
Acceptance of their elegance live in heaven with their lord
The fanatical sabbatical the gathering of the sweet
It’s in your neighbours hearts and minds within people that you meet
Tuesday, 16 December 2008
THE STATUE WITH A STONE HEART
It's found by the banks of the Shannon estuary
Within reed beds or by pretty boreen
A testimony for their human endeavours
The essence of their dream
It's standing by the roadside in grotto adorned
With garlands of rosemary poseys of daisy
The statue with a stone heart
Keeping us all crazy
Within reed beds or by pretty boreen
A testimony for their human endeavours
The essence of their dream
It's standing by the roadside in grotto adorned
With garlands of rosemary poseys of daisy
The statue with a stone heart
Keeping us all crazy
Wednesday, 10 December 2008
THE ARROGANCE OF DEMOCRACY
The origin of our rituals, customs, instincts and traditions is pre-christian and not drawn from eastern philosophies. Before the concept of god became popular, humans evolved and co-existed within the forests and woodlands of northern Europe. Aware of natures force and the power of her elements, respectful of both and happy to accept the ways of nature over his own selfish desires. Through observance and meditation upon the self and the environment of the self within nature, we became aware of our universal consciousness. We were sensitive to Natures subtle ways and appreciative of her maternal instinct. To nurture, protect and encourage was our mutual purpose.
The way that nature and mankind evolved created a deep connection, between us all. The woodlands and the forests will always have an emotional effect upon people, the trees can sense our existence, excitements and fears. Through our ancestral memories of originating in the forest we are touched by their magic, especially at night and during full moon. The forest is a sacred place, a source of spiritual sustenance and renewal. A place of great benefit to the pagan wishing to align her/his cauldrons.
Humanity has changed very little in the past six thousand years, our need for connecting with nature is now greater than ever. The sacred groves of Oak or Yew tree are special places of meditation, contemplation and inner enlightenment We should endeavour to visit and experience these special places, as often as we can.
All trees are objects of natural beauty and great spleandour, a reflection of ourselves and the embodiment of humanity's earthly condition: Birth, youth, life, old age, death, regeneration and renewal. This is the reflection of nature and the only truth we know.
Each individual human being, has his/hers own symbolic tree that is associated with the day on which that person was born. These symbols in turn form the basis of basic language and early knowledge gained within the forest. The forest can exert a powerful emotional influence upon humans. A night spent in any woodland can evoke deep inner instincts and feelings of a profound nature. A place which exists deep within our sub consciousness and is derived from our ancestral memories of the forest.
So the need for all humans to experience nature is essential to a healthy body, mind and spirit. this is even becoming accepted as part of modern school curriculum's. Primary school children are often encouraged to grow watercress and pick wild flowers in nature rambles through woods, but this is not enough..
When timber and trees were plentiful and growing in abundance, mankind did not realise that those trees were of a greater importance to nature and earth than himself.
The concept of a god became popular and the notion that the god had created all of natures resources for the sole benefit of mankind became accepted mindset of the people. Nature is about to make us all think again about the last two thousand years, when mankind has destroyed, wasted and burned the forests, changed natural bio diverse eco-systems into mono cultures and synthetically produced seedless hydrophonic vine crops, all to satisfy an ever more ignorant generation of beings.
The price of oil and other resources is now increasing on a daily basis and like battery farmed objects of existence. We are made to pay, whatever they say.
An opportunity to link with nature should never be missed, a stroll in the forest or a mountain hike or ramble, will always re-energize and rekindle ones connection with the ancient spirits of our past. Sometimes if the luck is with you, a glimpse of a vision of the future and how it could be!. May be bestowed upon you by the gracious earth spirits. Respect and accept this wisdom if you are fortunate enough to experience it. Connect with the nature that exists around you, value the simple things in life and always suspect the arrogance of democracy.
The way that nature and mankind evolved created a deep connection, between us all. The woodlands and the forests will always have an emotional effect upon people, the trees can sense our existence, excitements and fears. Through our ancestral memories of originating in the forest we are touched by their magic, especially at night and during full moon. The forest is a sacred place, a source of spiritual sustenance and renewal. A place of great benefit to the pagan wishing to align her/his cauldrons.
Humanity has changed very little in the past six thousand years, our need for connecting with nature is now greater than ever. The sacred groves of Oak or Yew tree are special places of meditation, contemplation and inner enlightenment We should endeavour to visit and experience these special places, as often as we can.
All trees are objects of natural beauty and great spleandour, a reflection of ourselves and the embodiment of humanity's earthly condition: Birth, youth, life, old age, death, regeneration and renewal. This is the reflection of nature and the only truth we know.
Each individual human being, has his/hers own symbolic tree that is associated with the day on which that person was born. These symbols in turn form the basis of basic language and early knowledge gained within the forest. The forest can exert a powerful emotional influence upon humans. A night spent in any woodland can evoke deep inner instincts and feelings of a profound nature. A place which exists deep within our sub consciousness and is derived from our ancestral memories of the forest.
So the need for all humans to experience nature is essential to a healthy body, mind and spirit. this is even becoming accepted as part of modern school curriculum's. Primary school children are often encouraged to grow watercress and pick wild flowers in nature rambles through woods, but this is not enough..
When timber and trees were plentiful and growing in abundance, mankind did not realise that those trees were of a greater importance to nature and earth than himself.
The concept of a god became popular and the notion that the god had created all of natures resources for the sole benefit of mankind became accepted mindset of the people. Nature is about to make us all think again about the last two thousand years, when mankind has destroyed, wasted and burned the forests, changed natural bio diverse eco-systems into mono cultures and synthetically produced seedless hydrophonic vine crops, all to satisfy an ever more ignorant generation of beings.
The price of oil and other resources is now increasing on a daily basis and like battery farmed objects of existence. We are made to pay, whatever they say.
An opportunity to link with nature should never be missed, a stroll in the forest or a mountain hike or ramble, will always re-energize and rekindle ones connection with the ancient spirits of our past. Sometimes if the luck is with you, a glimpse of a vision of the future and how it could be!. May be bestowed upon you by the gracious earth spirits. Respect and accept this wisdom if you are fortunate enough to experience it. Connect with the nature that exists around you, value the simple things in life and always suspect the arrogance of democracy.
Tuesday, 9 December 2008
FOLLOW IN HER WAYS
The understanding and acceptance that, wells, springs, rivers and fountains are guarded and watched over by water spirits is ages old. These spirits are to be placated or invoked as required.
Press flower offerings into clay and place into the water for favours to be received....
Srotha, the streams leading from the source are there to energize and educate, bathing and drinking of their magical waters is a very desirable act to undertake.
Water adds life and vitality to any landscape, the fish that breed and live in it, the birds who come to drink from it and the mammals who reside in the banks surrounding it, they all rejoice and gather in abundance around natures essence. The gentle sounds of waters flowing is natures music to the ears, hear her tune.
Follow in her ways.
Press flower offerings into clay and place into the water for favours to be received....
Srotha, the streams leading from the source are there to energize and educate, bathing and drinking of their magical waters is a very desirable act to undertake.
Water adds life and vitality to any landscape, the fish that breed and live in it, the birds who come to drink from it and the mammals who reside in the banks surrounding it, they all rejoice and gather in abundance around natures essence. The gentle sounds of waters flowing is natures music to the ears, hear her tune.
Follow in her ways.
Monday, 8 December 2008
A TIME FOR CHANGE ?
A TIME FOR CHANGE IN THOUGHTS AND ACTION
CLIMATE CHANGE IS VERY REAL IT IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW
THE BALANCE HAS ALREADY BEEN TIPPED
FREE THE ARRESTED 57
Friday, 5 December 2008
POLITICS
The politics of Abraham, Jesus and Mohamed is sectarian
The politics of Nature is all encompassing
When the sun goes down the wise come out
The politics of Nature is all encompassing
When the sun goes down the wise come out
Thursday, 4 December 2008
Wednesday, 3 December 2008
NEW MOON RISING
There's a new moon rising over skies this night
We heed its influence take the vast insight
Observe its movement of the changing face
A nightly beacon from dark deep space
There's a new moon over and above our head
Watching slowly shifting slumber within bed
Nocturnal light source a giver of notion
From deep in the forest to enormous ocean
There's a new moon rising for a dozen more
In constant motion from field to door
Silent majestic in its presence supreme
Carrying this nightly pleasant dream
We heed its influence take the vast insight
Observe its movement of the changing face
A nightly beacon from dark deep space
There's a new moon over and above our head
Watching slowly shifting slumber within bed
Nocturnal light source a giver of notion
From deep in the forest to enormous ocean
There's a new moon rising for a dozen more
In constant motion from field to door
Silent majestic in its presence supreme
Carrying this nightly pleasant dream
Tuesday, 2 December 2008
SPIRITUALISM
I am rich in my heart
Wealthy in spiritualism or wisdom
At source from another time
Discovered in an intricate prism
I am radical in thought
Extreme in action or deed
Ignorant of others requirements
Possessed by self centred greed
I am poor in monetary terms
Empty pockets of failed dreams
At the mercy of the biblical fanatics
As my spirituality screams
I am in angst in poverty
Under the capitalists enigmatic spell
Traded or exchanged for value
Caught between heaven or hell
Wealthy in spiritualism or wisdom
At source from another time
Discovered in an intricate prism
I am radical in thought
Extreme in action or deed
Ignorant of others requirements
Possessed by self centred greed
I am poor in monetary terms
Empty pockets of failed dreams
At the mercy of the biblical fanatics
As my spirituality screams
I am in angst in poverty
Under the capitalists enigmatic spell
Traded or exchanged for value
Caught between heaven or hell
Monday, 1 December 2008
THE COLD MOON
I am like the winters moon
Brushed by magic of witches broom
Glowing fire so bright within
Taking the steps to withershin
I am just like that moon so cold
In silence here in dark abode
Still in contemplation distant
Finally in motion resistant
I am the cold moon on the turn
Frozen edge for spring I yearn
Warmth of growth renewal now
Pass the way of sacred bough
I am the glimmer of distant light
The fullest moon brings fairies flight
Into the eye of human existence
Following the path of least resistance
Brushed by magic of witches broom
Glowing fire so bright within
Taking the steps to withershin
I am just like that moon so cold
In silence here in dark abode
Still in contemplation distant
Finally in motion resistant
I am the cold moon on the turn
Frozen edge for spring I yearn
Warmth of growth renewal now
Pass the way of sacred bough
I am the glimmer of distant light
The fullest moon brings fairies flight
Into the eye of human existence
Following the path of least resistance
Sunday, 30 November 2008
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Wednesday, 26 November 2008
Tuesday, 25 November 2008
WILD FOREST WOOD
Here is the wisdom of yesterday passed
Blown by the cool wind of ever last
Into my cloister of deep dark device
Making me shiver the coldest of ice
Here lays heartbreak who knows her name
Kept close to conscience carried in shame
Along the green pathway of doubt or denial
Only her beauty her love makes me smile
Here is the knowledge use it for good
Carry the message from wild forest wood
Into the thicket of so densely green
She is the essence of my eternal dream
Blown by the cool wind of ever last
Into my cloister of deep dark device
Making me shiver the coldest of ice
Here lays heartbreak who knows her name
Kept close to conscience carried in shame
Along the green pathway of doubt or denial
Only her beauty her love makes me smile
Here is the knowledge use it for good
Carry the message from wild forest wood
Into the thicket of so densely green
She is the essence of my eternal dream
Monday, 24 November 2008
MORE OR LESS?
Intuition says so much
To all who live without crutch
Feelings impart truthfulness
Emotionally more or less
Imagination opens here
To take away a darkest fear
Dreams become real images of lust
The misery of loss or trust
To all who live without crutch
Feelings impart truthfulness
Emotionally more or less
Imagination opens here
To take away a darkest fear
Dreams become real images of lust
The misery of loss or trust
Sunday, 23 November 2008
APPEARANCES
This is heaven and bliss upon earth
The garden of eden from our very birth
Golden edged memories of primeaval life
Sweep down through existence bread butter knife
This is the pinacle of all that we know
The sky above heads the ground set below
The oceans the rivers the highest of peaks
This magic reveals to the Pagan who seeks
This is a pentacle for the horned one
Sacred beloved the stars moon the sun
Worship those elements reaping the seed
Giving the rewards for humanities greed
Friday, 21 November 2008
PART OF A PAGANS WISH
By this pagan law we must
In blissful sex and love entrust
Live allow all others to live
Fairly share then fairly give
Tread the circle thrice around
To quieten spirits without sound
To make the magic every time
The passionate words are spoke in rhyme
To quieten spirits without sound
To make the magic every time
The passionate words are spoke in rhyme
Light of eye so soft in touch
Say so little yet hear so much
Honour the ancients in deed then name
Allow love and sex be our guides again
Say so little yet hear so much
Honour the ancients in deed then name
Allow love and sex be our guides again
Deosil turn by this waxing moon
Sing then dance our joyful rune
Widdershins by that waning moon
Chanting out that baneful rune
Sing then dance our joyful rune
Widdershins by that waning moon
Chanting out that baneful rune
When my lovers moon is new
I shall kiss her hands two times two
When the moon rises to her peak
Then our heart’s desire shall seek
I shall kiss her hands two times two
When the moon rises to her peak
Then our heart’s desire shall seek
Wednesday, 19 November 2008
THREE THOUGHTS
You cannot be forced to dance against this path
Face energies within then summon up the wrath
To change the petulant the ignorant the fool
Challenge the obvious question their rule
You cannot be enslaved to a creed of cross
keep the stone rolling no gathering of moss
Down along hillside into valley then glen
Into the warm hearts of spirited men
You cannot be controlled by medieval tale
The constraints of celibacy wasted sperm of gaol
Useless rejected splashed against stone wall
In fantasy or imagery along the blissful hall
Tuesday, 18 November 2008
THE DANCE CONTINUES
The time has come to delve withinSearch deep inside within the skin
To find the source of magical awe
Acknowledge now this cosmic law
The time is now sweet paradise
Despite the intricate clerical lies
The truth is plain it's simply true
Hidden within rooms inside of you
The time is long but it's all so short
Natures favours cannot be bought
So stay still then listen for her tune
Look for her at the rising of the moon
The time has passed beyond your sleep
The tears of sadness upon friendly cheek
Tells a story to the faithful gathered here
The dance continues onward without fear
Monday, 17 November 2008
Sunday, 16 November 2008
THE UNFAITHFUL
Live in joyous bliss
staying true to heart and feeling
Living in a paradise upon earth
for no other one exists!
staying true to heart and feeling
Living in a paradise upon earth
for no other one exists!
THE LORD OF GREEN
The Lord of green is in between me and youHe sees every single thing we do
From briar hedgerow with watching eye
From tree top haven high up in sky
The Lord of green is in hedonistic bliss
The seeds of fruit or intimate kiss
Stem from water flowing deep within
To the heart or soul wherein we begin
The Lord of green is not far from us all
Ever present behind high garden wall
Growing existing observing the way
Nothing can change that part of the day
OUT OF THE ARCHERS VIEW
All of these thoughts in superstition
Becoming visions of premonition
Sublime the same mundane unchanged
Revamped reworked then rearranged
All of these dreams in romanticism
Become barriers then bars of the inner prison
Holding back in embarrased denial
The errors first without the trial
All of these ideas in creative swill
Mixed then churned before keeping still
Hidden or revealed to those few who knew
How to stay out of the archers view
Saturday, 15 November 2008
IMAGINE
A World without government
A society without oppresion
A thought without creed
Imagination without censorship
A society without oppresion
A thought without creed
Imagination without censorship
Thursday, 13 November 2008
OVER THE STONE
Tonight is a night for Pagan fornication
Around stones in joyful celebration
With our left hand out our right hand in
Performing the magic of withershin
By the moonlit sky we taste her scent
Following blindly where ever she went
With our third eye open our two eyes closed
To her service now our time disposed
Tonight is a night for the Pagan ritual
Evoking passion for the sexual spiritual
With our deepest desire our hearts are hot
Over the stone the only bed we've got
Tonight is a night for satisfaction of lust
In honour to earth each deepening thrust
With our orgasms growing deep within
Exploding our climax planting fertile seed in
Around stones in joyful celebration
With our left hand out our right hand in
Performing the magic of withershin
By the moonlit sky we taste her scent
Following blindly where ever she went
With our third eye open our two eyes closed
To her service now our time disposed
Tonight is a night for the Pagan ritual
Evoking passion for the sexual spiritual
With our deepest desire our hearts are hot
Over the stone the only bed we've got
Tonight is a night for satisfaction of lust
In honour to earth each deepening thrust
With our orgasms growing deep within
Exploding our climax planting fertile seed in
THE FAITHFUL
Still await their Judgement
They shall wait long and die unhappy
Only discovering their life, as they lose this one.
They shall wait long and die unhappy
Only discovering their life, as they lose this one.
Wednesday, 12 November 2008
Cosmic law
Come over here now take one look
devoutly swear upon holy book
It's time alright we're passing by
We live our lives then quietly die
Our tree is growing can't you see
A branch of ancient history
The years marked out in annual rings
the magic of what Nature brings
A star filled sky is above our head
Left speechless now no more was said
A vision of this then I'm in awe
Respect the magic of this cosmic law
Come over to me now join right in
The race has ended we cannot win
A time for them to start once more
Take comfort within the Senchus Mor
devoutly swear upon holy book
It's time alright we're passing by
We live our lives then quietly die
Our tree is growing can't you see
A branch of ancient history
The years marked out in annual rings
the magic of what Nature brings
A star filled sky is above our head
Left speechless now no more was said
A vision of this then I'm in awe
Respect the magic of this cosmic law
Come over to me now join right in
The race has ended we cannot win
A time for them to start once more
Take comfort within the Senchus Mor
Tuesday, 11 November 2008
Monday, 10 November 2008
TO THE SPIRITS
When you were old but young
The first song was being sung
To a totally different tune
To the Ogham rune
To the Pagan Earth
To the elements of Nature
To the spirits of water
To the spirits of air
To the spirits of Fire
To the spirits of Earth
The first song was being sung
To a totally different tune
To the Ogham rune
To the Pagan Earth
To the elements of Nature
To the spirits of water
To the spirits of air
To the spirits of Fire
To the spirits of Earth
Sunday, 9 November 2008
WAR PIGS
The dust settles on religious few
who gather for communion
In celebration of the fallen
with red poppies worn in pride
Will they ever learn will they ever turn
away from their military might
Many Mothers cry when sons and lovers die
the roar of cannon fire all through the night
The war pig stumbles upon dead or dying
Clutching a Bible in prophecy crying
Happy for His Lord is coming He says
To wipe away sin turning night into days
who gather for communion
In celebration of the fallen
with red poppies worn in pride
Will they ever learn will they ever turn
away from their military might
Many Mothers cry when sons and lovers die
the roar of cannon fire all through the night
The war pig stumbles upon dead or dying
Clutching a Bible in prophecy crying
Happy for His Lord is coming He says
To wipe away sin turning night into days
Saturday, 8 November 2008
WHAT COULD IT BE
It could be silence it could be words
The whispers within hearts are heard
In a book of shadows where it burns so bright
A continuous candle between dark and light
It could be violence it could be peace
A miracle gift by commander in chiefs
In a biblical tale where no men have wings
Divided detested doing terrible things
It could be heaven it could be hell
To continue under a religious spell
It's no mans folly the simple fool
Follows without question the unbroken rule
The whispers within hearts are heard
In a book of shadows where it burns so bright
A continuous candle between dark and light
It could be violence it could be peace
A miracle gift by commander in chiefs
In a biblical tale where no men have wings
Divided detested doing terrible things
It could be heaven it could be hell
To continue under a religious spell
It's no mans folly the simple fool
Follows without question the unbroken rule
Friday, 7 November 2008
MYSTICAL EXPERIENCE
Around the blazing flames of fire
In denial of our hearts desire
We throng in humble servitude
We gather the lowly multitude
A subtle essence pervades all self
the leprechaun and pixie elf
A foundation of all that is or is not
the deepest memories that time forgot
The essence is all the essence is real
it moves us forward then makes us feel
The emptiness for the art of none
reality essence for thou art the one
In denial of our hearts desire
We throng in humble servitude
We gather the lowly multitude
A subtle essence pervades all self
the leprechaun and pixie elf
A foundation of all that is or is not
the deepest memories that time forgot
The essence is all the essence is real
it moves us forward then makes us feel
The emptiness for the art of none
reality essence for thou art the one
I WALK
In the shadow of the ancestors
I dream in rivers of fast moving time
In the fields of wild clover
Within the meadows of growing thyme
I dream in rivers of fast moving time
In the fields of wild clover
Within the meadows of growing thyme
Thursday, 6 November 2008
THE INTELLECTUAL PARADE
Is in disarray
in decay
falling silent without sound
a lost scent unto the hound
in decay
falling silent without sound
a lost scent unto the hound
Wednesday, 5 November 2008
Tuesday, 4 November 2008
DESTINATIONS
Along this path of wisdom dawning
On to the dreams of tomorrow morning
Where hedonism then self elevation
become the symbols of this global nation
Serving up to the religious few
Hindu,Muslim,Christian, Jew
Hide behind your golden towers
tremble in darkness by the hour
These pessimist dreams the pious fool
dominated bound then made to rule
Reading books of medieval passion
like mercy or love ever went out of fashion
Along the way where Erin is calling
in the long grass where our dreams are falling
In ecstasy then sexual bliss
the culmination of a good bye kiss
On to the dreams of tomorrow morning
Where hedonism then self elevation
become the symbols of this global nation
Serving up to the religious few
Hindu,Muslim,Christian, Jew
Hide behind your golden towers
tremble in darkness by the hour
These pessimist dreams the pious fool
dominated bound then made to rule
Reading books of medieval passion
like mercy or love ever went out of fashion
Along the way where Erin is calling
in the long grass where our dreams are falling
In ecstasy then sexual bliss
the culmination of a good bye kiss
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