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Weaving webs of Fate and Destiny for Change and Transformation

 

I know that lots of folks are really scared of spiders and do not see their beauty and wonder at all; so I thought I would share this from my times of facilitating the Dark Moon Grove of Hectate, where I had a personal and profound connection to Arachne. She was our goddess of the eastern quadrant; very apt then to be of air and to be our guide to our fate and destiny.

 

Where does one start when searching for Arachne? How does one crawl through her web to unlock her mysteries without becoming tangled up in her silken threads?

 

I thought and studied long and deep about her magical correspondences, her connection to the dark moon grove, to air its self and to the east. However all the normal correspondences for the eastern quarter did not seem to fit, did not ring true, did not connect to Arachne at all. None of what I was finding out or reading about rang true to the individual essence that meant Arachne. I had to get away from what was perceived in modern day paganism as “correspondences” as finding the truth via the dark goddesses meant stripping away all previous knowledge.

 

This was a big challenge to me; there must be a way round this small challenge, a way into her world, a way to unravel her web. I knew that the answer to those elusive questions must be starring me right in the face but I just could not see it. I had to look differently, go deeper into another world to find Arachne and so to create a very special incense to her.

 

And then it slowly began to dawn on me; I must visit her world, walk with her, into the secret, green world of barks, mosses and dark, damp corners. A world of morning mists and shimmering webs, for there I would find her secrets, her scents and her magic.

 

I started studying the Arachne myths, reading them and re reading them in order to connect, to find her, to know her.

 

She was a determined, talented young lady who took upon herself a mighty challenge by a goddess. She, Arachne was a weaver of considerable acclaim and her work truly was a joy to behold. Purple in colour, it was said, and dyed thus by her father. But she was challenged in her weaving by Athene (Minerva) disguised as an old woman, undeterred though because in her mind she was the best, Arachne took on the challenge, maybe though she was just a bit too arrogant.

It was a hard fought contest of wills and weaving skills. Arachne and Athena wove and wove, shuttles weaving in and out as they frantically wove their many threads to create works of outstanding beauty. They both had a point to prove.

But Athene, being the goddess she is, eventually won the weaving dual and destroyed Arachne’s work.  Arachne hung herself, stricken with grief and distress. The goddess however showed remorse and took pity on Arachne and sprinkled Aconite on to her corpse thus transforming her into the world’s first spider.

 

A gossamer scent, as light as a spiders footfall: touched with sighing mists:  pallid flowers, dusty woods and soft herbs”

 

In another version the transformation is more graphic as the goddess

 

sprinkled her with the juice of Hecate’s herb, and immediately at the touch of this dark poison, Arachne’s hair fell out. With it went her nose and ears, her head shrank to the smallest size, and her whole body became tiny. Her slender fingers stuck to her sides as legs, the rest is belly, from which she still spins a thread, and, as a spider, weaves her ancient web.”

 

Which to me denotes that change and transformation can often be (and indeed is) very painful, yet the outcome is that of to beautify.

 

So it seems I was on the right track and Aconite, sometimes known as Hecate’s Herb was to be a very important ingredient, as too, would be the barks and herbs and scents of my own garden.

 

This incense was to be an incense of courage and transformation which is the message I believe Arachne brings to us, She did not shy from her challenge, her destiny and yet when cruelly beaten she was forever transformed by her experience.

 

Arachne Incense:

Gathered from where she weaves her webs…

 

Slithers of Willow bark gathered from the riverbank.

Shavings of damp Apple bark

Shreds of last seasons dried Honesty

Fresh scented shoots and stems of Bergamot

Twigs of winter Evergreen

Spring shoots of Evergreen

Sprigs of Heather

Fresh shredded Bay leaf from the kitchen garden

Sweet Lemon Balm gathered from the gardens edge.

New leaves given by Lady Elder, the fairy tree.

Musty, dusty Seed Pods from the woodpile.

Dark, damp Ivy

Hecate’s Herb  (Aconite) The bark and leaves given with love

Three Strands of your hair with which to weave the web

Sweet Geranium, over which Arachne left her tracks.

Moss gathered from underfoot.

 

 

Use this incense carefully in specific ritual, spell work or magical rites to take on the challenge of courage and transformation. Of course if one has ‘webs to weave’ of ones own, one may of course put this incense to real good use.

 

Arachne: weaving fate and destiny

Arachne: weaving fate and destiny

 

 

 

 April 2006

A warrior of the Serpent Path; always questing upon the sphere of time

Bringing LIGHT to those open to receive

Suspended in the illusion of Time.

Future and past tightly woven as one into the tapestry of destiny.

Ancient tales from the scroll of life etched onto reality,

Manifesting into dreams and desires that were once only that.

Time lines changed by those who weave the web.

But tell me, was it woven from the inner realms of my subconscious?

Or do the starlight worlds pull silken threads tight around my soul?

Tightening still as known worlds fade to grey, disappearing before heart and eyes wide open.

The Roaring Lion goes unheard as amber sunlight reveals the Serpent Path

And the Howling Wolf casts shadows of silver and blood upon my life.

I reach and grasp the thread, allowing the tide of destiny to flow within my heart.

The night sky becomes an open book for this eager clay born infant.

The words have always been written, yet read by few.

Only now can I even begin to read between the lines.

Yet who are we?

Us who hide inside this human form and dare to sip the Cup of Life, innocently unaware that it is we who are the Key?

That which is sought.

When Time unfolds, our future surely was always written by the Star of Insight and our paths already sacrificially trod by Messengers of the past.

Past and future only now become one and the unseen becomes the seen to those of The Way.

 

 A Warrior of the Serpent Ways; always questing upon the sphere of time.

Sharing and teaching to those who are open to receive.

Inanna -clay tablet

2014

 

 

 

“Another of my magically prepared Templar Potions that can connect each individual to the seasonal cycles and sacred energies of our planet. Created on request for you or if a follower of the path they can be prepared as and when required

 

A magically charged potion to assist you in accessing your own inner realms of consciousness and empowerment. Created of Lavender, Apple Leaf, Acacia and Eucalyptus to connect you to the Energies of Summer. To raise energy, create abundance and expansion, fulfilment and love, inspiration and psychic abilities.

These potions are individually prepared and magically charged as per our ancient Templar knowledge and wisdom. They can be used as an incense, kept in a pouch, (hung in your home or worn on your person) sprinkled sparingly in a lighted tea-light or sprinkled in your bath water. Please be careful when using lighted candles and tea-lights.

Herbal magic, potions, sacred herbal preparations, the magical preparation and charging of potions and compounds and alchemy and spell work are just some of the aspects of the Knights Templar path; taught in the same way as originally taught many aeons ago by the original ‘Old Ones

Fairy 1

Summer In the Gregorian year 2014

The two witches sat huddled around their cauldron, staring intently and intensely into the softly glowing embers.  The night was cold, dark and still. They pulled their cloaks around them and continued to gaze into the fire. They knew that knowledge was about to be gained and shared and that their lives would be forever changed because of it, whether for good or bad, they knew not. But it felt right to do it; felt right to do it now after the deep, dark rite to Hecate. The night had been heavy, unmoving, oppressive and dark; very, very  dark.

 

They had desired rebirth or destruction.  The goddess had heard them and had come. They were a little afraid at first, but they felt the presence of a wonderful powerful energy.  Magic had sprung into life in that dark tree grove. Breezes had lifted, elementals had danced with mischievous swirls and rustlings and bells tinkled mysteriously in the bare winter branches.

 

They had stared deeply into the embers, had let the flames die to become alive.  And so they had huddled, warmed around their iron cauldron and had been drawn into the other world.  They had sat and shared and had bonded on that cold dark night.  Their friendship had transcended a lifetime in only an hour: time travel shared.

 

In the embers the witches had watched as armies marched and civilizations rose and crumbled. They looked on like powerful gods, in what seemed an eon of time, but in reality under an hour.  Layers of the amber came and went.  They gazed as Lucifer rose with dragons, angels took flight and glowing Egyptian eyes stared back at them. Salamanders took to the wing, with fey folk, dragonflies and butterflies. Gods and goddesses stared back at them; mermaids and sea creatures appeared and disappeared. The messages came and went, the embers told the story.

 

Time passed quickly and the magic began to fade. They looked at each other knowingly, then grudgingly had moved away from their cosy red world. The sky was lighter now and all the heavy oppressiveness was gone.  All negativity, was banished and in its place a burst of pure energy.  They had been lost in time and time had passed and had been lost to them. They had sought answers and answers had come. They had come and done what they had to do.

 

The witches knew it was now time to depart. Time to be their other selves, to enter the world of the mundane once more……until the next time that is….

 

Pyromancy:  (fire scrying) is the art of fire reading and it always produces very profound and far-reaching results. Results that weave their way into your dream world, that work deeply on your subconscious and manifest into your waking, living life. If you require answers then this could be the way to find them.

 

When fire scrying as with all scrying, a relaxed, comfortable state of mind and body is most important. And you need to be very aware of your health and safety generally, so please take all the usual precautions and be sensible when using fire. Glowing embers produce very good results as they allow you to be relaxed and sit very near to the fire. But candles and night-lights can also be used, as of course can hearth fires and bonfires. Fire scrying when used as part of a ritual can give significant results too.

 

Relax and look, look deeply, deeply into the embers, look beyond what you think you see and you will be surprised what you will see there. Patience and perseverance is required at first (as you are looking deep within) and also an awareness of the planetary and moon phases, as they can relate directly to the questions asked and the answers sought.

 

The signs scryed and their interpretations are personal to each individual; some of the following are universal, although some are from personal experiences too.

 

Wings: Taking flight, successful rise in energy, new projects can begin, a go ahead sign, endeavouring to be the ‘real’ you, seeking freedom.

 

Dragons: Ancient Earth magic, grounded, contented, the hearth, power, earth energy. With eyes half-shut, curled up – peace, stability, safety, the Old Ways, guardians.

 

Dragonflies, Butterflies, Winged Salamanders, Fairies: Rebirth, re-growth, new growth, spreading wings, rising up from negative situations, new strength, new awakenings, re-awakenings, loss of self-doubt, metamorphosis, eyes opened, an opening up to new worlds and new ways.

 

Angels/Demons: Protection, divine connection, to learn, knowledge gained, knowledge to come, a path to come, the truths.

 

Animal in feminine garb: Getting in touch with natural instincts, femininity, femininity and strength.

 

Beasts with horns (inc. goats face): Approval from the God/Universe, accepting the darkness/hidden nature within, the old path, hidden ways, old magic, power. Horned God: Divine human with animal super-senses, the Old Ways.

 

Fire itself: Purifying, cleansing, to dare, culling, Lucifer, illumination, Goddess of destruction, fire within, passion, sexuality, destruction and rebirth – see Phoenix.

 

Phoenix: Death and Rebirth, the Bennu Bird, Egypt, Mary Magdalene.

 

Warming, Warmth: Relaxing, seductive, passion, consuming, contentment, giving in to the universe.

 

Living and Dying within the embers: Sexual, Salamander, Michael, Dragons, phoenix of rebirth, cycles. of life, cycles of energy.

 

Spiders: Arachne, fate, destiny, weaving one’s own life, taking control, tangled in a web, trapped.

 

Civilisations, Cities, Buildings: Life, past lives, past worlds, shared lives, strength, stability.

 

Crumbling Civilizations: Fate, inevitability, death, a loss, facing up to a situation, allowing what will be to simply be, acceptance, moving on. leaving the past well and truly in the past.

 

Of course there are many more interpretations; all questions and answers are very personal so this is just a general guide to get you started. You may be surprised at how quickly your own visions and consequently own answers will manifest.

 

Tales would be told around the fires

Dark nights: a time for scrying around the flames

 

 

 

 

 

Whether we realise it or not, most of us who are reading this do live a fairly good life; we have our daily ups and downs for sure, some of us struggle financially, yet we are able to face our challenges head on as we move forwards in life. Life was never meant to be easy for us, for it is through our daily challenges that we learn, evolve and grow as people; we learn from life itself; indeed life is continually our teacher – our learning curve. Our lives are not at all bad; we do make the time to do the things we love and to surround ourselves with those we love and hold dear. We all work hard yet we find time for relaxation; we have choice.

After spending an amazing weekend recently listening to some of the very best musicians,  singers and performers in the world, I felt very happy and very privileged indeed to have the choice to be able to do this. But how can one continue to feel happy amidst all the turmoil and crisis of the world? How can one even consider personal happiness and such seemingly shallow subjects as ones image and personal appearance when in other parts of the world innocent children are being blown to smithereens and beautiful creatures are being hacked or tortured to death because various parts of their bodies are farmed by humans for profit?

What of the world of war then – is not war just another ‘stage-managed profit project’ by those in the world with ‘other’ hidden agendas? How many times have we heard the phrase ‘the war to end all wars’?  Yet it never will be the war to end all wars while there is big money involved with one country selling weapons to another country and people behind the curtain forever pulling the strings. One has to ask who really are the ‘good guys’ and who are the ‘bad guys’? The answer if one is savvy enough to delve and to look behind the riddles given is not what one might expect at all….

Go ask yourselves what is the difference between a freedom fighter and a terrorist? Ask yourselves who writes the history books and why and from whose perspective? Known perceptions become deceptions if we turn everything on its head; but thankfully the doors of perception are changing and blinded eyes are now opening. People are beginning to ask loaded questions.Nothing is ever what it seems in this world, yet once the code is cracked the ways of the world start to make more sense and the jigsaw starts to fall into place; we need to look through the smoke and mirrors to see what’s really going on and who is actually pulling the puppet strings.  The thing is not to be a sheep, get out of the field, be your own person and question everything put before you.

We in the uk can still do this; we still have a choice and can still look down into the depths of the rabbit hole, we can do our own research, look behind the news, behind the media and question it all. As I said the good guys may turn out to be the bad guys and the bad guys knew the truths all along….. If only our eyes were opened.

So what has all this do with my amazing, healing and invigorating musical weekend? Well I was thinking that those of us who are able to find enjoyment and pleasure from our lives – we need to harvest and harness those fantastic feelings and wonderful energies to use them to good intent within this world; use them as a healing, magical process on ourselves so that we can offer up help and healing to the universe for the good of others, yet also on a practical level we need to use our energies to make others aware; to work towards the truths, spread the truths so to wake up the population to what’s really going on in the world and why; wake up to the hidden agendas and to the stage management of events around the globe and to share.  

It’s all about being a warrior; an Ansar walking upon the sphere of time, whether in spiritual or practical mode we all need to keep on fighting, to use our personal inner resources and energies to teach and educate. Luckily, in my life I know plenty of people who are trying to make a difference and who have looked into the mirror of illusion and found it to be very cracked indeed. Just refuse to be fooled by the media or by what those in power and authority would have us believe; always seek answers and forever search out the truths for yourselves – its time to choose which colour pill to take, for it’s there in your free choice that your destiny awaits….

Is life through the mirror always what it seems.....?

A Warrior; always questing upon the sphere of time.

Sharing and teaching to those who are open to receive.

August 2014

“An example of a carefully prepared Templar Potion that connects to the seasonal cycles of our planet and which can be created on request or if on the path can be prepared and made as and when required

The Energies of Spring: An Earth Cycle Potion

A magically charged potion to assist you in accessing the inner realms.

Created of Hawthorn, Camphor, Olive and Apple Leaf for connection to the Energies of Spring, 

to uplift the spirit, raise consciousness and assist in love.

These potions are individually prepared and magically charged as per ancient Templar knowledge and wisdom; they can be used as incense, kept in a pouch, sprinkled sparingly in a lighted tea-light or sprinkled in your bath water. Be careful around naked flames.

 

Herbal magic, potions, sacred herbal preparations, the magical preparation and charging of potions and compounds and alchemy are just some of the aspects of the Templar path; taught in the same way as originally taught many aeons ago by the original ‘Old Ones’

 

Altar 1

Spring In the Gregorian year 2014

Oh Ancient One; you who has always been with me

Who has constantly watched over me

I know you are with me now

Your power is mighty as the raging sea

As all the elements combined

I desire that energy within me

To uphold your laws and ancient ways

Let those mighty waves of energy inspire me

To cleanse and renew

I ask for your guidance; to show me the way

To uplift my soul

Lead me to the true riches

And renewal for my soul

Allow me the strength to pursue my true goals

May I be rendered free from the mundane world

Wash over me to inspire my earthly life

Banish negativity within me and the harm it causes

Allow me to become strong and true to your ways

Protect my soul and keep me whole

Let me ride the tides of uncertainty with strength and foresight

For in this moment my future does dwell

I am as one with my kin

And honour your truths and all you teach me

One day allow me to walk with you

Guided to that place

I am of you and shall always tread your path;

Our path towards the future stars

 

May 2014

To Know…

To Will…

To Dare…

To Keep Silent…

 

The above, as any one studying the old ways of magic will instantly recognize as the tenets of Craft and which relate to the magical practices and ancient knowledge bestowed upon each practitioner. But how does one actually get to this level of knowing and the responsibility that goes with it, in order to be able to put the above into practice?

It is a journey, like many great spiritual journeys, into the darkest forests where illusions of the mundane abound everywhere to ensnare us. The magical journey can be like a riddle, for often the answers we seek do not appear in tangible black and white forms, they often appear to us in abstract forms that flow directly from our own spiritual evolution within the mystic realms of our minds, directly from our own understandings. They fly to us upon the wings of imagination during our dream times and if we are not prudent they vanish like star-dust into the morning dew. Often, as in my own experiences of being guided; the answers to questions are not directly given; have no direct answer, thus allowing the student time to expand their own consciousness in order to access the answers for themselves; for the answers are indeed all within – often locked away and if one were to be told the answers every-time there would be no growth; no personal unlocking then of the vast caverns.

Often the answers and understandings sought do not come in the form of words but in the form of the student being able to absorb the truths for themselves on an ‘inner-level’ and of course practice, practice, practice.Thus the truths become who we, slipping into our consciousness without ever a word being spoken, no sound being ever exchanged. Our inner levels, our ‘inner worlds’ are constantly expanding and are in fact limitless and so to expand, to travel and grow we must completely trust our inner selves; our dark inner realms where often night becomes day and dark become light.

Of course different paths within the magical worlds have different frameworks, different histories and traditions that followers of will adhere to, but the magical power itself is power that has no labels as such and all practitioners share a common goal. A good teacher, a good tutor can indeed take each student to that very well spoken of door, can even endeavour to open very wide that door, yet is the student who must walk through it – if of course they chose to do so and many don’t. A magical path, like any other life path is not a ‘given’ it must be worked at and practiced on a daily basis in order to become proficient and not everyone who embarks upon this road less traveled will make it to the end. The road is unending and one must travel long, one must travel far and wide and one must travel silent and swift like bird in flight to soar high above the mundane levels of consciousness.

It is not about the use of wands, staffs, swords or any other magical tools or the flurry and swishing of velvet cloaks; these do have a place in focusing energy but at the end of the day the power, the magic comes from deep within, from the practitioner themselves and it is only in swift and sure daily practices and complete dedication and understanding that any level of accomplishment will ever be attained. This journey, this path has been here for centuries, yet came here in the very beginning from worlds afar and is certainly a special gift to be relished and embraced. It has never been a path for the faint hearted or for those who cherish comfort zones and boundaries for one is pushed constantly out of comfort zones and through boundaries and often forced to question morals and ethics on whatever plain one is working in. A good training, having good guidance and a good teacher will have bestowed all of this on the student or practitioner so when the time comes and choices need to be made each practitioner will be able to choose wisely. Hence why it is indeed a  great privilege and joy to tread this path and to be able to Know, to Will, to Dare and to ultimately Keep Silent…

 Forever questing upon the Sphere of Time

Guiding and teaching to all who pass my way….

April 2014

“Just one of my specially prepared Templar Potions that connect to the seasonal cycles of our planet and which can be created on request or if on the path can be prepared and made as and when required

The Energies of Winter: An Earth Cycle Potion

A magically charged potion to assist you in accessing your own inner consciousness. Created of Burdock Root, Myrrh, Sage and Solomon’s Seal to connect you to the Energies of Winter, for discovering your inner depths & quietness, for accessing the ‘within’, for recharging & re-establishing energies, inner strength & focus.

These potions are individually prepared and magically charged as per our ancient Templar knowledge and wisdom and can be used as incense, kept in a pouch, sprinkled sparingly in a lighted tea-light or sprinkled in your bath water.

Herbal magic, potions, sacred herbal preparations, the magical preparation and charging of potions and compounds and alchemy are just some of the aspects of the Knights Templar path; taught in the same way as originally taught many aeons ago by the original ‘Old Ones’

Winter In the Gregorian year 2013

“Some of us have walked this way before & will walk this way again; we will always seek out and find our true kin, our ‘family’ to walk with them time & time again”

“Thaddaeus was the female apostle of Malak; a part of the very first council. She has a Craft/energy line that continues on this earthly plane to this very day…..”

From the moment I first set eyes on him, when our eyes briefly met as he passed by and our gazes melded, I knew then that he was special. I had no doubt in my mind that he was everything that those whom knew him said he was, but little did I know at that time just how close we would become and of how our lives would forever remain entwined.

That deep connection was confirmed when I was asked to become part of his carefully chosen circle.  He had come down from on high after being on his own for prayer and solitude. His choice was made for those he wished as his apostles; his ambassadors in the physical world and I was to be one of those whom he would teach and share the truths with. I in my turn would protect him and continue teaching his truths long after this existence in his earthly body was no more. He taught me the truths of time and of creation; of the reason for his own existence and I knew that if the patterns of the universe were to exist, then our energies would once again meet in the future, recognize and know each other. I thus became his messenger; an ambassador of his teachings whilst out in the world and eventually and with great honour, I received the ‘K.e.y to the Kingdom’.

Had I know him as child? Some say I was related, a cousin; my mother and his mother the virgin, being cousins and so we may have played together as children, maybe if so then destiny was forged right then and there and a path laid out for me. But what is kin? For I was later to learn it was far more than an earthly connection. I eventually gave up everything that I knew in order to follow him and to learn his teachings of the truths, becoming one of the chosen ones; his bonded ones. He walked within the world of men, seen by many yet truly known by a only very few, as to whom he really was and the true origins of his birth. And so I was at his side, patiently learning and always thirsting for knowledge and willing to share, until the very end of that particular earthly stage. As one always eager for his words and teachings, i was to sup from the chalice of life at his table as he shared his blood, as he shared his life and I knew my body and heart would never hunger because of it. With my brother Simon I was there to the very end of that earthly phase.

It seems I took upon myself the courage to ask him why he did not manifest himself to the whole world, to which he replied to me that if anyone loves me he will keep his word and my father will love him, and we will come to him and make our abode with him. He who does not love me will not keep my words which sadly always proved to be so true. As always the teachings of the truths and why he was here among us were built upon a strong foundation of love and trust; a love and trust which went both ways.

I was always very wary of those who would claim to preach in His name, for they knew nothing of the universe and lead others astray, yet they fooled me not and I knew that time would reveal all and all the false prophets would be doomed and destroyed. Likewise though within the realms of Angels too I knew that there were those that did not keep their word and sought that which was forbidden to them, seeking the way of strange flesh which should not be their way at all and I knew this would be their undoing an they too would be held in darkness until the day of judgement came. To live in truth we must all be filled with wisdom and not as an empty cloud filled not with rain or a late autumn tree devoid of fruit. I knew the future to come, I saw it clearly and knew the fruit was due to fall from the trees leaving them barren.

Some say I was a martyr, had a courageous heart and yet I was only doing that which I had been taught to do; that which was now bound also within my own heart.  I was taught the truths of the earthly plain by him and of that which had bought him from worlds afar to these fertile lands; he spoke of his own world across the universe and his own origins of which I knew he shared with so few. Yet after all this time the truths of the world still go unheard across time and space and across the very plains of physical existence. He bestowed upon me, together with the other apostles, the other chosen ones, the flame of the Holy Spirit; we drank from the chalice of life with him and thus the divine light was forever to blaze above my head.

I was always to stand by his side, albeit often in the shadows at the edge of the group and often unnoticed by society; for that was my way, yet all his words became a complete part of me and a part of who I was to become. He led the Way and I in time became the Way also. I was close by his side on so many occasions, some written down while others not so and I witnessed him heal the sick on many occasions, guide the misfortunate ones and bestow the teachings of truth upon others. I even saw him occasionally despair at the thoughtless actions of mankind and make his feelings well and truly known, but maybe it was only those of us truly close to him that really knew how he felt.

I loved to be by myself to write down my words; the words that came straight from my heart for I knew that in a future time there would be those who would come along and read my words and would understand. I wrote my words for them. To this day many of my words still remain a mystery, my gospel truths unseen, hidden within time and attributed to others or simply disregarded, yet I know in my heart that those who find them will read and truly know.

Many writers and scholars have confused me, maybe on purpose especially the gospel writers, with Judas, not the Iscariot one I hasten to add, and with Lebbaeus and Jude also and at times they seem unsure of whom my parents and siblings were but does that really matter? One must ask what’s in a name and for what deeper reason did the scriptures appear confused; were they concealing something on purpose? For we must always dig deep to find that which we seek. I in my heart know of the truth of whom I am and why the truth has been hidden and diluted for so long within the world of men. Many usually great and renowned artists too, have been content to see me forever as a man and that is fine, for those who know me, thus know me as I truly am and it is forever the word of the truths that I have been trusted with that are important and not the teller.

At times I was greatly challenged because of who I really was, yet in time the people began to see me differently, honoured me and came to me. My challenges often gave rise to me being perceived as a martyr, though I was always following my heart and the heart of he who had chosen me and to whom I had freely relinquished my soul. I wish not for the populace to worship or venerate me, for I only wished for them to listen to the true words and to find The Way for themselves and to be awakened from the everlasting darkness of lies in which they reside and see the true beauty of the Light.

My journey was always one of forever seeking knowledge and I always had a hundred questions to ask. I needed to understand fully why some can ‘see’ while others can not and in time my knowledge expanded and the answers became clear to me. I further asked of him how it was that he manifested himself to us and not unto the world at large. But all things happen in time and with love, and time is not always the right time so we held our understandings within, until a time to come in the future allowed us all to stand together upon the shores of time once more.

Life after he was no longer within the physical earthy realms was taken up with sharing the truths of his teachings and with spreading his Word. His Divine Spirit and influence were always with me; that part of him never, ever left me and in that knowledge came great courage and great strength. I preached his truths all over the world that was then known to me; Judea, Samaria, Idumaea, Syria, Mesopotamia and Libya to name but a few and it is written that I took the Word of his teachings to Armenia.  Did I end up as a martyr with my brother Simon in Persia as the scriptures state or is my tale still unfolding? But what is certain is that a ‘Jude’ and a ‘Simon’ are to this day venerated together on October 28th, both dying together as martyrs in the eyes of the world. For this date is indeed a time of endings and beginnings and hides a tale of rebirth.

There is much confusion as to my earthly remains and as I said previously what’s in a name, so then by the same token, what is in the importance of my earthly remains or anyone’s for that matter, for it is within the wisdom of the teachings I shared and in the love in my heart that I wish to be remembered. For He that has taught and guided me; it is His truth and it is His beauty that will be forever bound within my breast like a bright shinning star upon the black waters of creation. For He that was then shall be again and those that were by His side shall rise again within the realms of time and so shall a telling be complete and our place among the stars once more affirmed. A cycle will complete within the land of time and prophecies told will come to be for those who walk The Way.

Thaddaeus as told to Su.endal 2012

Chalice 2

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