12 February 2015

Boom…Boom…Boom…
Whatever could I mean?  Are things heating up,
Or is something about to blow?  Or Both?  Hmm Hmm…
So much to think about right now…
Nothing feels the same…and the instability is growing…
If only there were clues…to what’s happening
To what’s coming…
Just maybe there are…

The Tuatha.
Long ago they sowed their seeds in the Celtic Lands…
But did they only sow seeds there?
Not just DNA…or monuments, or myths or lost truths
And magic…Perhaps they left clues everywhere
Scattered across the globe…key points and places
To consider…to leave for their descendants
Ages later to uncover, unravel…and change
The World…

Stonehenge…Pyramids…Runic Symbols, Celtic
Knots and Mendhi Lines…
Even Crop Circles may in fact be involved…
The Tuatha did possess a knack for natural magic…
Crop Circles and communicating with the Earth
Would be so easy for them…If only we knew…
Now they did in fact originate in the
Area now known as the United Kingdom…
But they didn’t stay there.

As with all good things…it started out fine
With the Tuatha on Earth…
But over time, as their knowledge and wisdom
Helped change the Natives’ lives, they soon took
The Tuatha’s teachings for granted, abused what
They were given and became corrupt.
The Natives’ primitive and wild nature wouldn’t
Leave their hearts and they twisted the Tuatha’s gifts
Into more wicked rituals and a darker form of magic.
This angered the Tuatha…who left.  Some returned
To the Stars…while others traveled the world in
The hopes of finding another place to live and help
The Natives without it falling to corruption.

In different directions they went…
If one studied history and cultures well enough…
They would find the clues…pieces of the puzzle
That one day would make sense…

But maybe there’s more to it, in what they left behind
Why…where…?
From a distant Far East Empire…
To the distant shores of a New World…
Artifacts…Runic Symbols…
Remnants of ancient Celtic visitors in New England,
A pit of treasures in Canada…
The evidence is there…
Perhaps they even went as far as visiting the Native Americans
Of the Southwest…of South America…
Inspiring the Anasazi…or even Designs of Lines
And Drawings in the Earth…who knows…
Cave paintings do tell stories…as do Crop Circles…

Ah, those Crop Circles again…
I did mention a long time ago how we should cross
That topic again…
The Wisdom of the Tuatha…
Combined with that of the knowledge of Lost Worlds
In a time before this age, before a flood
And Biblical Cataclysm…
If the Earth could communicate, and found
Someone who could understand and listen…
It might just talk with Crop Circles…
It’s funny how they resemble patterns…
Mantras…
DNA…or perhaps ways to fix damaged DNA…
Chemistry formulas…Elements…
Or perhaps cures to fix the World…
With crystals, sound and light…
Not that I would know much, I mean
Surely it would take a special mind to do that,
An ancient mind, similar to that of the Tuatha…
Like an Ancient Master.
But then…the Tuatha could understand,
As would their descendents…maybe that was
Their intention all along.
To leave traces of knowledge behind
At key points…to be uncovered at a specific time…
To be put together…possibly on Ley lines.
Those lines again…
To fix…and Change the World.

So much to think about for sure…
Artifacts…
But what could those be?

Not that our governments or scientists
Would  understand…not traditional history you know.
How honest those versions are…
Designs in rocks or tablets,
Or possibly the portal of a Church…
Crystals…Clay pipes or dishes…
Such ordinary things…For most people…
Except for someone special…

Of course governments and world powers have always
Held their secrets…like Alien contact for one…
Strange to keep Alien research a secret…
When that technology is hindered…
I mean why would Aliens willingly share
Technology to make us advanced, or even equals?
Dangle it on a tempting leash maybe…
Tainted for sure…
A hidden agenda…that control again…
To hide what they really want.

But they, Big Brother, had to know this,
I mean no one’s that stupid, right?

Back to those hidden artifacts…
What could they do?  Open a door, perhaps?
To a portal to another dimension where a
Secret world hides survivors of lost civilizations…
The Paschat…the Lion Men,
A doorway to where an army of Lion Men wait…
Or some ancient Star People of the Old
World wait, to be summoned to help fix the Planet…
Free this World…and others…
Summoned by the Hand of God…
5 Special Children…
A Prince, A Pauper…A Queen from the Stars…
So many possibilities.

Best to open that door soon…
As the Magic Hour approaches…
What was that again, that Special Day?
May 1st? Or possibly an Equinox in June
Where that ancient belief held that the doorway
To the Fairy World would open…
Strange Coincidence there…

In a Time of Plagues and Turmoil…
When people were going crazy…A Prophetic Time.
Definitely a lot to consider.
Before things totally fall apart.

What could you do to stop this, Big Brother?
So that you could keep your ways…
Nothing of course.
Like I said, you can’t fight fate.
But then, again like I’ve said, it all depends
On the people…how well we are willing to change…
To make it happen.

Dear Mr. Spacemen…
Now do I have your attention yet?
After all this time…Do I dangle something
For you now?

Of Tuatha, Ruatha…of Long Lost Legends, History…
Druidic Lore…
Of Ancient Races you thought were gone…
A Lion’s Mane, more than men
His name a secret, but might be known
As Ariel, the Lion of God.
The Temple of Set, those cat people again…
Of Nibiru and wolf-men…
That cat and dog thing, whoa they really don’t like each other.

Trouble Trouble Boil and Bubble…
Some of you watch and wait…while the rest of you
Manipulate…
A Lock and Key…well I’ll tell you…
The artifacts and human minds are the locks…
The lines and light I paint and draw, the Keys…
What can you do to stop it?  How do you use it…
For yourselves?
There’s a line from a song which says it all…
Never gonna get it, Never gonna get it
No Not This Time.

That’s all for now.

Valiant

P.S. my artwork: Venus, Lady in Red