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Hi Raffles ..

Paula's New Age Centre closed about 12 years ago ... but after that time she was doing development groups from her house and then at Whites Pub ... I went there a few times but its been a good 9 years since I saw everyone ...

I think Paula still does evenings from Whites and she has a shop now too ...

If you could check with your mum if she knows of anyone who was in her group or went there or is still in contact ...

THANKS!

Greetings

Magic or energy itself are neutral ... white magic and black magic do not exist in natural states ... it is the human consciousness which perceives white and black; good and evil.

White and black; good and evil are mere polarities like positive and negative.

Existence is a state of harmony with two extremes ... it is mankind's way of perceiving these two extremes that is the 'truth' behind black magic and white magic.

Basically any extreme of anything is dangerous ... therefore extreme or pure white magic is just as dangerous as pure black magic ... they are one and the same thing.

With all things in harmony ... it is essential however to have both ends of the scale or both polarities or both extremes ... it is how existence learns ... by contrast and by comparison.

Incidentally it is extremely unlikely that entities or spirits outside of the human spectrum of consciousness will perceive good and evil ... they will merely be aware of magic or energy and will apply it as they see fit ...

It was this way with the ancient cultures such as Early Egypt or Early Atlantis ...

Many who use black magic will not perceive they are evil or are working with an evil force but those who fail to understand those who use it are likely to determine them as evil.

It has been the work of so many active trouble makers and scaremongers throughout the ages to brand that which they don't understand or that which they find unacceptable to their own viewpoint as being evil. This doesn't necessarily make something evil ....

To reiterate ... energy is a free radical ... as is magic and it is pigeon holed by mankind as evil/black or good/white .... mind you many magicians who use black magic have accused white magicians as being evil in the past!

Thanks for the interest ... glad you liked them!

The last two were written over here (I think) ... I'll check it out and get back to you ...

As for the style ... well ... they are usually written in 'one hit' ... mistakes and all ... and I will read them through after they are written ... it may be many months later I read them again ... or even years ... usually if they are edited I will keep the original and acknowledge the editted one as a rewrite ...

These here are all original versions...

I don't adhere to a particular style of lines or rhyming words ... and the verses come out as what I call semantics ... as they are ... free style ... free expression ....

There is much cryptical content in that ... including the number of lines in a verse ... the emphasis of certain words etc ...

I know friends in the past who have to read them through several times to catch the full gist of what they are saying.



Thanks

[A Brief Synopsis Of The Pentagram]

A Brief Synopsis Of The Pentagram

The pentagram has long been associated with mystery and magic.

It is the simplest form of star shape that can be drawn with a single line - hence it is often called the Endless Knot. Other names are the Goblin's Cross, the Pentalpha, the Witch's Foot, the Devil's Star.
 
It has long been believed to be a potent protection against evil & demons, hence a symbol of safety, and was sometimes worn as an amulet for happy homecoming.
 
The potency and associations of the pentagram have evolved throughout history. Today it is an ubiquitous symbol of neo-pagans with much depth of magickal and symbolic meaning.
 
The pentagram symbol today is ascribed many meanings and deep significance though much if it is fairly recent. It has been used throughout history in many different contexts:-


The earliest known use of the pentagram dates back to around 3500BC at Ur of the Chaldees in Ancient Mesopotamia where it was symbolic of imperial power.

To the Gnostics, the pentagram was the 'Blazing Star'.

For the Druids, it was a symbol of Godhead.

In Egypt, it was a symbol of the 'underground womb'.

The Pagan Celts ascribed the pentagram to the underground goddess Morrigan.

     
During the long period of the Inquisition, the pentagram was seen to symbolise a Goat's Head. In the purge on witches, the horned god Pan became equated with the Devil (a Christian concept) and the pentagram, for the first time in history became a symbol of 'evil' and was called the Witch's Foot.

Thanks for that .... believe it or not all these are illustrations! Drawn by myself either with ink or by using Paint Shop Pro on computer ...

All scenes are based on original photographs taken by myself too ...

Commissions anyone?

I for one must admit to being an experiencer of astral sex ... in the past with fellow female magickal participants at a mutally agreed time and place on the astral ...

Recently I was contacted by a seeming unknown entity ... and enticed into the act ... to find out who it was after the event ...

Greetings!

I agree that we do create our own reality to a greater or lesser degree dependant on our belief that it is taking place.

By nature, we are complex electromagnets existing in a reality which is basically energy. All energy can be attracted or repelled.

We are basically existing in a reality where energy is being attracted or repelled on a daily basis. Every person; every place; every object is a magnetic energy.

Therefore, it is quite possible to make it an intention to pull to us a specific object/event ... by attracting its energy ....

In this way we are changing our reality.

Greetings

A couple of nights ago I had sufficient life force energy to experience a spontaneous OBE before actually going to sleep ...

I felt the accustomed energy rush ... the pushing and pulling and spiral I associate with an OBE ....

Then I was projecting to a brightly lit plateau ...

From out of me I saw a young child running ...a boy dressed in white checked shirt and checked fawn trousers with belt ...

To my right I saw the old one, Merlin ... with his long white/grey beard ... and his simple gown of white .... I noted he was in deep conversation with a couple of energy forms which stood beside him.

From the direct communication I perceived he was confirming he was one of the entities who would visit me as a child and take me around the universes ... I heard 'lets give him it all back' before being pushed at high speed through a spiralling and pulsating horizon which was ahead of me.

After a timelessness of wonder and excitement ... I instructed myself to journey to Glastonbury ....

Hi Souljah333 ...

Sounds a similar path to mine you walk ... I call myself the Lone Druid ... or the Lone Traveller ... I almost always walk alone on my path ... visualised as high in the mountains or on vast dimensional plateaus ....

Sometimes I come down into the valleys to communicate with others ... like now it is to partake in these forums ...

Much of my artwork and semantics reflect this.

Be interesting to maybe compare our views and our insights ... !

Greetings

No it doesn't sound odd at all. I've always perceived life as the dream; many times I've felt disconnected from the scene in front of me like I'm observing a dream or a vision. I would often sit in the corner of an english pub and feel I'm dreaming it rather than taking part in it.

It is very difficult at times to accept this as a reality; especially when I have such lucid and profound dreams which in truth are not dreams but OBE projections.

STONEHENGE

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Under North Pier

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Manifestation

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Glastonbury Tor From Wick

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The Sword Eternity

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Avebury Sunset

Greetings

I chose thought form entities as it is what I am most comfortable with ... I undertake most rituals in a meditative state ...

I have built my own standing stones on a visualised dimension ... and within the sarcen stones I undertake drawing the circle and the drawing of sigils ... the storytelling of the entity I wish to create ... its purpose and its role ...

I then watch as it appears within the circle and I then compel it to wander away and that is that ...

I have always determined that working in this way is perhaps more concentrated than working on the physical plane ... in this state I believe the ritual more and have to employ the powers of concentration and imagination to get it to even be there before me!

[Long Meg & Her Daughters, Cumbria]

A selection of semantics by Mr Merlin .... 'not the worst or the best ... but just some randomly chosen from a vast library of self written madness'



Long Meg & Her Daughters, Cumbria by Mr Merlin

THE WILD MAN, THE RAVENS AND THE CASTING SPELL
The raven hangs on the air; a holding thermal perfectly timed
The talisman of magic watching the wild seer from a distance
as he plants oak shoots amid the disorganised ground in the dark wood
The wind blows its opinion, whispering it is a waste of time
But madness begs the white fool to remain rooted in these dangerous lands
His plans at the eleventh hour creating the gusts of wind to counter the thermals of change
Regret ..... concern ..... fear .... apathy
Are all in the wild man's vibration

The roots and the branches of the lower confusion skilfully surmounted by agile limbs
The wild man's face ageless; causing the confusion amid the dwellers of the wood
Those mortal fools who drink and eat from the land unaware of the poisons
Those ignorant ones who accept the ghoul's glamours with open arms
Then laugh at the wild man when he offers them his wisdom
He is but the fool ... one they should take the advice from
but the ghouls have brainwashed the ignorant so they know best
and the wild man is the unknowing one in the woods

The raven cackles and permits a quick glance to the sky and spies its twin circle the woods
The time is close that the wild man's choice is gone
Already the web of The Norns has been woven
and its first strands wrap themselves around his feet
Creating solid implications; ones he will most certainly have to address

He stops in his tracks and sniffs the air; he turns his head to one side
and knows then the change is here ........ not what he wishes for
He scurries then toward the small cleft in the rock and dashes inside along the musky damp corridors there
Into the underworld and the past ......

Through the catacombs of the ghouls sickly voices
Unaffected is he; he delves still deeper and makes that connection once more
To the one as a child of the one and he incants the words of ancient power
from within there will come his spell
to disrupt the trade winds of change

And overhead the ravens tense
for they here the pulling of his will
they see the light he sends into the cosmos; explosions of blinding white
hidden in veils of grey clouds
The ravens know then their master will get his way
and go to ground to wait for his return back to the middle world

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Plotting The Course Of The Virus

A dawn mist rises from off the fields, its presence haunting the trees
Unsubstantial shapes like silent spectres moved by the tyrant breeze
Winter has come to the land, memories of a wondrous summer so painful,
the touch of cold so shocking, so surprising, its deadly hold coming without warning ...

The orange of the early sun captured in the haze,
trails of clouds drifting across a blue sky,
the magical isle hidden in the confusion of first light
its thorny protectors surrounding its feet; an impenetrable barrier
winter preserving those woody fingers within a layer of ice and frost ...

Invisible travellers stand close to the gateway there
Untouched by the revilement of a demonic winter
Witnessing the first light with awe
First time visitors to the earth
Their craft unseen by the physical plane
existing on a separate plane,
their arrival seemingly out of thin air.

Captured are they by the beauty of the realm
the legendary citadel their ancestors had recorded in their chronicles
their cautionary note ensuring the co-ordinates were exact
permitting the visitors to arrive exactly where they would have stood
Light memories alive in their over-soul mind ...
A surprising change in the landscape forewarned ...

'The time before the great war,
take note of the idyllic, sleepy appeal to the manifest,
permit your senses now to detect the evil on the air,
the touch that the living orb reviles.'

All was not well within the structure of the program
within the fibres of the electronic vibration
the atomic particles which kept the plane together ...

They had most surely arrived in the end of days
the marker their ancestors had recorded when they gaze along the fibre
and noted the disturbing colours on the event horizon ...

It had all thus taken place, it had not been averted
the dragon lords had indeed been permitted to poison the orb
and the primitive inhabitants had not the science to detect the virus ...      
Thus it was now indeed too late ... they could only now follow the fibre to after 'the event' ....

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Distant Wanderer

I gaze high into the dark purple sky, and perceive the constellation of The Arrow
The night air is cool, close by the clear waters of the inner sea lap the sandy shore
Ahead of me the two moons hang above the mountains of the far distant blessed isle ...

Something, someone ... had woken me from my slumber
as I lay in peace on the grass land which over looked the shore,
my pendant burns the deepest red; red is warning,
I feel deeply perturbed ....

A face fills my mind,
It is her ... the visitor of my dreams;
Behind her I see the apex of the stone pyramid
I know the place, I have visited it so many times ...

But yet, it appears not the same
The land is barren and arid,
yet on my last visit, the lands were green and lush

I close my eyes then
and permit my thoughts to build me a form
along the corridor of light I wander
in moments I walk that distant land ...

And realise I walk the soils of another world
The pyramid is an identical structure to the many which exist on our world
The same builders no doubt, the same race, the same technology, the same meaning ...

I lift into the cool air of this alien world
and allow myself the luxury of flight
Below me I see straight indentations I know to be irrigation canals
I understand and realise this is the home world of a truly advanced culture
one more advanced than ours ...

But of her, there is no sign ....

I land once more at the bottom of the massive pyramidal structure
On its walls I read the pictograms which record their history ...
Their ancestors were the same as ours
On that realisation I made my return ...
Back to the gentle shoreline and my home ......

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A Mission That Now Cannot Fail

A great evil stalks the land, an invisible binding coursing through the veils
Disrupting the evolution of a once magical race,
Holding back the future, transmuting its potential into a wheel
So the wanderer keeps missing the fork in the trail,
and the trek is a constant line of the same.

I know, and I hear,
I am the surviving magic and I have woken from my sleep
The poison they fed me has worn off sooner than it was meant
And the paralysis has ceased
For now I keep my voice to a whisper deep in the heart of the land.

I walk the earth silently,
Waiting for the end of days
and the great gathering of my diamond shards ... which has begun
and they all keep running, fighting, staying alive somehow
Not knowing for sure if what they think is really real.

I am the smoke which rises from the funeral fire
They all feel the sorrow of the loss of their loved one
and this must surely pass when contact is made
Never to be lost between the veils
and it is then I will let all see my face.

Then ... there will be no more mystery
and those shards will know why they are alive
until then I keep them guessing,
so not even the great evil will know why, it can only assume
and in the minds of the shards we will keep it guessing.

And in the rivers I gaze at the poisoned fish, going about their lives
Oblivious to the mighty battle which approaches
They seek the great eternal ocean, without never knowing why
To them it is the birthing ground ... and instinct drives them
To others there is only blindness ... they merely swim towards their deaths.

A race misguided lives in the foot hills of the mountains
and no prophets walk among them for it has been forbidden
So fearful are the majority, they permit a minority to rule them
and like lemmings they wander towards the big drop,
I suspect it already too late ....

I am the snow on the mountains, the stolen rain
Within my molecules are the atoms of gold
If only I could be seen for what I am
Then the poetry will flow like a river in flood
and the piper will play that magical tune ...

I know that some within the mortal flocks now remember me and their part within me,
They realise too the concept of the chosen
It has thus come to pass that the common man is now aware of the cosmic plan ...

Greetings!

Is there anyone here from Blackpool, Lancashire or the Fylde Coast?

Since moving to New Zealand three years ago I have lost contact with my mystical connections ...

Just wondering if anyone who used to go to the Paula's New Age Centre in Blackpool are members here?

Greetings

I am a UK born Druid and mystic, formerly from the Fylde Coast, now living in Hamilton New Zealand.

I am an illustrator ... writer ... and professional mystic (hate the dog tag clairvoyant) ....

Since the tender age of 5 when a benevolent entity would visit me each night I have been extremely clairvoyant and psychic ... not truly realising my gifts until the age of 24.

At 39 (now) I realise it is time to come out of the shadows where I am currently hiding and link with other like minded souls.

My interests in the mystic are extensive and I am one of the world's worst critics and sceptics .... I find it is better this way ... the other-dimensional entities which work with me have learned they have to totally proof something to me in order for me to accept it.

I often wander 'between worlds' and experiences gained are recorded in my self styled semantics ....

At 24 I was introduced to a psychic centre in Blackpool Lancashire where I became a 'wild card' in the first instance ... it was here that I realised my style of magick is chaos magick (anything goes magick) ... though my style has evolved to thought form evocation and astral thought form evocation .... I use primarily sympathetic magick as a principle force .... I connect with Glastonbury, ancient stone circles ... the Sidhe ...

I am a 'sponge' for esoterica with my pet subjects being Atlantis; primal world forms; tree of life; other dimensional entities .....