Paranormal Origins: The Tarot of the Tuatha de Danaan

I now have a Youtube channel for real now! It will be an art channel, but because I’m crap at video, I thought the easiest way to start would be to make videos about the tarot deck. This one tells how it all started, but I will talk about the stories behind the cards and other paranormal adventures. I hope I can make videos in the same style as I wrote the blog posts. I may even make videos of some of the blog posts. The tarot deck brings together art and magic, so there are two heads to this monster. I’m aiming for once a week. I think it will get easier and therefore faster to film and edit and upload and all that stuff.

Anyway…. I’ve written this story a few times but I never told it. so in the video, I tell it. I’m waiting for a sample deck so I can see how it looks, and can also do readings with it! I have to figure a way to do readings for people who join the blog or something. If you have any ideas…….Comment away!

So if you watch this, pleased don’t laugh. I’m a tech phobe. I was planning a Youtube channel for 3 years! If you like the video please Like and subscribe and share if you can.

I have many irons in the fire, but this is my focus now and the Kickstarter and painting.

Take care and stay strong!

Tarot Kickstarter Update

 

People have been asking me when I plan to re-launch the Kickstarter for this tarot deck and it just so happened that I was taking new photos of the paintings and formatting them with a font I really like. I plan to do the Kickstarter again in mid March.

In 2020 I was talked into unearthing this tarot deck I finished painting twenty years ago. It was in the process of being published by AGMuller in 2000, but something happened and the publication was scrapped. It is represented in The Encyclopedia of Tarot Volume V, 2005. I took a short survey on the title for this deck from supporters of my Kickstarter, and most liked Tuatha de Danaan Tarot. It was originally called Tarot of the Holy Grail. I also considered Arthurian Legacy, Arthurian Faery, and Grail Keepers Tarot. Medieval Gothic Tarot was not my idea and I always felt it was too general for an Arthurian deck, and for me, calls for a different style and mood for artwork. I’ll do it at some point…. If you want to vote, feel free. The title will need to be firm real soon. Long story short, the Kickstarter failed to make the goal and, due to the issues in 2020, I focused on painting a few commissions and other things, planning to try the Kickstarter again in 2021. Well, I re-photographed and reformatted it and now I plan to make videos about the cards and their very interesting, paranormal creation, through videos on my my Youtube channel: The Mysterious Domain. Every Monday, I will upload a new episode in the rather exciting stories around this deck, and I may do a few readings as well. I’m finding talking easier than writing these days. Its a funny thing how imagination shifts and changes, and in some cases dries up, at least temporarily.  I’m thinking of making videos out of some of my posts on this blog once I get good at editing. I’ll post those too.

The above video was made for the Kickstarter and is rather crude, but I put it on Youtube to get the channel going. There are several pieces involved in creating good videos, so I learn as I go.

The original tarot paintings will be for sale at some point as a complete set. I think breaking them up would be a mistake and lower their value. But I will have prints available on my Redbubble store: The Mysterious Domain. https://www.redbubble.com/people/AlyneWhiteswan/shop

Thank you for stopping by!

 

 

Jonna Jinton: The Wolf Song

Jonna Jintin is a Swedish blogger and film maker of many talents. I discovered her Youtube channel recently and was reminded of where I had been before I had my accident and had to move from the beautoful place I was into the city.

Indeed, for creative people, envirnment is everything. She left the city to move to the north of Sweden where her ancesters had lived for 12 generations and in doing so, has tapped into her soul and the Soul of the Earth.

I hope you love this as much as I do and will go to her channel and find many inpsirations there for your magical path. She’s been on Youtube for 9 yeras, and I just discovered her, so maybe you haven’t had the pleasure of seeing her many deep and wonderful videos yet.

In these strange days, it is a more important than every to stay true our humanity and our kinship with the wild and hold on tight. Otherwise the powers that should not be will turn us into something wrong.

The Mansions of the Moon

 

1937—Leonora Carrington

Esoterically, the Moon is know as the Treasure House of Images. Being an artist with a vivid imagination, I’ve always been fascinated by this. I used a painting by the surrealist artist, Leonora Carrington above because she seemed to be well attuned to the Mansions of the Moon, and her white horse symbolism could have sprung from the influence of that sphere.

There are 28 mansions. This poem begins with #27 to correspond with the entry of the sun into Aries, the first light of spring. and first sign of the zodiac. You will see tarot images in this poem and images familiar to witchcraft. The Egyptian imagery may indicate the age of this system, and it has stayed alive longest in Spain where a fusion of philosophical, mystical and magical thought gave rise to documents of far-reaching influence.  I am posting this ancient piece so that you may be inspired to meditate on these images and open your imagination to the deep energies operating therein.

Let me know in the comments what happens if you try this experiment.

Enjoy!

 

 

 

Mansions of the Moon

The threefold Lady, Maiden Moon, the Bride, the wise old Mother,

Across the living deeps of night, the bright pavilions of the Gods.

 

XXVII.

Two signs begin the passing year: we see the horse’s head and mane,

But yet of him who guides, appear no tokens but the garment’s train.

 

XXVIII.

The Moon is borne through caverned cloud: shall night prevail against her beams?

Shall this Saturnian gloom enshroud the brightness of immortal dreams?

 

  1. O Blade of Fire that cleaves the skies! O mystic flash that wakes to life!

The Moon in splendor shall arise supreme above the tempest’s strife.

 

  1. The Red Deer seeks the Huntress now, the novice seeks Dictynna’s net;

Her altar witnesses his vow, and never doth the Moon forget!

 

III.  Upon the Stag’s proud brow there stands a shining Moon-spot silver white,

Showing the woods and meadow-lands the blazon of the Queen of Night.

 

  1. Out from the Moon-mists luminous three drops distill, afar from Earth,

To fall into the deep, and thus a pearl is brought to gleaming birth.

 

  1. Her shrines are set in sea and land, her signature in fruit and flower,

And in the tides we see her hand, and in the seasons find her power.

 

The threefold Lady, Maiden Moon, the Bride, the wise old Mother, moves

Across the living deeps of night, the bright pavilions of the Gods.

 

  1. But seek no rest beneath her will, for change and chance to her belong;

The cradle on the arrow’s tip is swaying, and the night is long!

 

VII.  As with a lion’s burning gaze through ever-living willow boughs,

She bids the heavens with earth embrace, life’s wheel with perfect form endows.

 

VIII. The Moon upon a window bright graces the dwelling from afar:

Ah splendor, if the soul’s own light upon the forehead sets a star!

 

IX. Yet, mortal, if thy head should rest in sloth upon thy pillowed bed,

Her bow is turned against thy breast; up, haste, before the shaft be sped!

X. But lust she bans not, with its train of changing pleasures fiery sweet—-

If thou wouldst forge thyself a chain, to bind thy head beneath her feet.

 

XI. See where across the dappled skies quest wide the hounds of Hecate!

The wild goose from their coming flies, the lurking owl cries sobbingly.

 

XII.  But he who gives her homage meet, yet is not bowed in servile fear,

Shall have a staff to guide his feet, and on his paths a lantern clear.

 

The threefold Lady, Maiden Moon, the Bride, the wise old Mother, moves

Across the living deeps of night, the bright pavilions of the Gods.

 

XIII.  Let strength and skill thy shield afford, let thine own thought thy head bedeck:

Even a bead may turn a sword upraised to strike the wearer’s neck!

 

XIV.  Not at the sculptured gateway pause whose mocking forms eclipse the stars:

The bear has only carven claws, the gate has only shadow bars.

 

XV. She wears the crescent as a crown, above the mountain ridge to roam,

And radiant she gazes down, leading the victor to his home.

 

XVI. She measures week and month and year, an age is but a little part,

And like jewel at her ear trembles awhile thy beating heart!

 

XVII. The Lion’s might is all unfeigned: even his tail-tip bears a tooth:

So say not when the Moon has waned. Her power is gone. ‘Tis there, in truth!

 

XVIII. Swift, swift and dauntless shall she rise, from all the mesh of darkness freed,

Bearing her sickle through the skies, unconquerable ivory!

 

XIX.  So calls the men to rise beyond the measure of their common state,

From abject Earth to loose their bond, their vision’s worth to vindicate.

 

The threefold Lady, Maiden Moon, the Bride, the wise old Mother, moves

Across the living deeps of night, the bright pavilions of the Gods.

 

XX. Behold the great signs magical which gave the Gods their victory

To overcome the demons all, the Nut whose shell has summits three!

 

XXI.  Again behold the peaceful land: the Moon doth bless each growing thing

And Ocean knows her ruling hand, its cargoes safe in homecoming.

 

XXII. And hail to those upon whose birth she smiles! Their fortune’s early found:

But has their triumph lasting worth? The hollow drum gives joyful sound!

 

XXIII.  But those who seek a hidden gem, who shun no perils on their way,

Those wise ones, the elect of Khem, her power shall aid them as it may.

 

XXIV. Before their blessed feet she pours divine the bounty of her light;

Their house from discord she assumes, their rest she guards throughout the night.

 

XXV. Before their blessed feet she flings her store of dreams most wonderful

That they across those gleaming things may pass to Truth invisible.

 

XXVI. And when the darkness swallows them, as once the Seer of Nineveh,

Their brows receive her diadem, to be reborn to victory.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How Did You Come to Witchcraft?

 

I don’t know the average age of people who come to this site, but for those of you who have grown up in the Age of Computers, I am curious about how you were drawn to this way of life because I am sure it was very different to how I found myself here.

For me it was result of

  1. Inborn psychic ability that enabled me to see spirits in nature. I also had telepathy with animlas and trees
  2. .I read a lot of poetry. fiary tales and fantasy literature, and was inspired by artists, especially the Surrealists.
  3. I grew up in the New England woods and lived outside most of the time. The changes of light and seasons, the small creatures and birds and wild flowers  were wonderful to me.
  4. I loved folklore and superstitions and especially British folk music and ballads. These are pretty witchy. I also loved fairy tales and they still fascinate me.
  5. In the process of trying to understand my psychic abilities and gain control of  the bleedthrough from other dimensions, I took classes in psychic development. From there I found out I was deeply ttuned into the archtypes, got into astrolgy and tarot and read books on paganism, mythology and magic.

The first books I found that had a profound inlfuence on me were Margaret Murray’s God of the Witches, Starhawk’s Spiral Dance, and Dion Fortune’s Sea Proestess. The imagery in these books tapped into a deep resvoir of ancestral memory, or past life memories. They inspired lots of images in my imagaination and became of a source of artistic inspiration. I made a lot of artwork with the ideas that popped inot my head because of these books. and also wrote a lot of poetry and stories that were weirdly witchy. At that age and in that time, I had no idea why my mind was like that, but blamed it on growimg up near Salem Massachusetts.

When I was living in the UK in the late 90s-and early 2000s, lots of people assumed that I was in this for power. That has never been true. Spells were not my thing, though I would do the odd money spell.—which worked by the way!  I worked with fluid condesors in the 80s and found they backfired in unexpected ways. I was mostly looking for artistic inspiration and personal expression. I found those things in folkloric stirrings in my consiousness.

I was raised strong Roman Catholic, and belive it or not, never felt a clash between Catholicism and Paganism. In the early days in Europe, the Church absorbed the traditions and folkways of the people and did not punish them for these parcitces. They Spanish Inqusistion was a political institution designed to deal with high level heretics and traitors to the monarchy. They used monks to do the dirty work and pass the buck. that worked real good.

The witch craze in Europe and Britain actually occured in the divide created by the Protestant Reformation. Lots of the books I read would always blame Christianity for the witch hunts without differntiating between the Catholic Church and the Protestant rebellion. Nor do they metion King James who was terrified of the North Berwick Witches that inspired Macbeth- which Shakespeare wroet during King James’s reign, or the Demonology written by the king himself out of his obsession with demons. King James also, in having the Bible translated, added the statement “Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live.” That wasn’t in the original.

I have been rereading some of the books from years ago that I still have and am amazed at how different witchcraft was perceived back then compared to how it is looked at now. Part of this is that the dark side has taken over. This is partly why I because discouraged writing to this blog—-I have never been on the dark side except in writing fiction which for me is Shadow Work, not a way of life. I think I could restore my interest in this subject by sharing history. I have these old books full of wisdom and details not apparent in the culture now. They might offer perspective.

I would love to see how you did come to witchcraft. Please feel free to comment below. That way I can get to know you and know what to write as I resurrect this blog.

Holy Grail Tarot: A Portal to Faery

Friends of mine discovered the Tarot I painted over 20 years ago and want me to get it printed. Sooo… we are going to have to crowdfund it. You can participate if you want, or just see what it is and offer feedback at this stage. It was inspired by my Tuatha de Dannaaan contacts in the 90’s but now we are changing the title to Medieval Gothic Tarot so as not to compete with other Grail tarots out there. It also allows more creative license. It also give me a way to use my page! Lol!

There are two options for the back side of the cards. My friends like the original deer one, and I am adding two significators to the deck that will use the white stag and hart theme. Want to vote?

 Back Side 1

Back Side 2

The Medieval Gothic Tarot

 

On the night after Halloween in 1997, the Holy Grail entered my house. I was eating dinner when, in a powerful vision, my table opened up to reveal a deep underworld cavern, and a large golden goblet of intense three-dimensional light rose up to shimmer in the air before my eyes. I smelled roses and turned to see another source of light coming through my front door. What unfolded was an astonishing supernatural vision. A long procession of three-dimensional light beings of exquisite beauty, as tall as us, and dressed in jeweled medieval robes, carried the Hallows of the Holy Grail across my living room, and on reaching the windows, vanished.

This was a shocking experience, for though I have a vivid imagination, I had never had actual spiritual beings materialize before my eyes. A voice in my head told me to start drawing.  I was reluctant because I hadn’t made art in many years and was rusty, and besides, weren’t there already too many tarot decks out there? The messenger insisted that that didn’t matter. This tarot was a teaching tool. The seminal story of the achievement of a seemingly impossible Spiritual Quest, and the healing of the Wasteland, had to be retold and revivified in order to bring our world into balance.

Three-dimensional holographic visions, portals into Faery, visitations by Faery spirits, and teachings via Merlin, continued for the three and half years it took me to complete the paintings for this tarot deck. This was an intense and tumultuous time that drew me to the UK and France. For the entire month of April, 1997, I researched the Arthurian Romance in its indigenous lands, experienced the atmosphere of the Medieval world that still bears traces in those lands, and visited the magical Welsh, Irish and Cornish pre-Christian sites that are the foundation of the Arthurian mythos. I went to Scotland to visit Rosslyn Chapel, for there is a Templar influence on the Grail Mythos as well.

This was also the year of the Hale Bop comet which first appeared to the naked eye April 1st, 1997. In March, the Heaven’s Gate cult committed group suicide to join a spaceship they believed was coming in behind the comet. Getting ready to leave for England on April 1st, I didn’t think much about this incident. Then in mid-April, on a warm, clear night on the southernmost tip of Cornwall, I saw a spectacular real-life vision: the Hale Bop comet hanging in the sky like an enormous fireball.

It was totally still, flaming and magical. The synchronicity was staggering, for I had just visited Tintagel Castle where Arthur was said to have been born under the dragonish blaze of a comet.

Comets have been branded with such titles as “the Harbinger of Doom” and “the Menace of the Universe.” They are considered omens of disaster and messengers of the gods. Small wonder, perhaps, that a message in the form of a Holy Grail tarot was sent through me by the Tuatha de Daannaan, when a powerful comet was about to appear over Tintagle Castle. In times of upheaval, it is often helpful to remember our heroes, the power of our ancient traditions, and the need to aim for the highest spiritual goal our souls can reach.

1997 was also a year of solar eclipses in Taurus and Scorpio, and the year when Princess Diana died. Royalty seems to be strongly affected by comets. As a side note, when I was in England in April, there was much excitement and optimism in the air. When I returned to London in September to visit a friend, Princess Diana had died. Hyde Park was filled with flowers in her honor. The atmosphere was dark, gritty, awful. The Hale Bop comet, that perhaps portended this disaster, was visible for 18 months. Harbinger of Doom or not, darkness had risen was going to stay.

It was the wildest, most unpredictable, time of my life.

Enamored with the radiance of my visions, I was not expecting to experience, first-hand, the darkness that comes when the Wheel turns, for the white stag who leads us into the tangled forest of the quest, may introduce us not to the radiant God that appears before the pure and innocent eyes of a Parsifal, but to a devil who manifests our unresolved issues and deepest fears.

As in all spiritual systems, including tarot, the great beauty and inspiration we absorb and emit can attract the dark side to us. It is our task to win the battle that ensues, and emerge strengthened by wisdom, and the esoteric knowledge gained in surviving this dark awakening, this transformation.

I could say I went through the complete cycle of these teachings so you don’t have to. This tarot deck is a much safer way to explore the most mysterious and elusive aspects of our psyches. The cards can help us puzzle out the many clashing and confusing emotions and beliefs we have within us that result in the difficult situations we experience in our lives. At the same time, the images of the Grail Quest and Arthurian Legends, given to us by the ancient Celtic race of the Tuatha de Dannaan, may awaken our ancestors in our blood, and with that, a primal understanding of who we are as individuals and as a people.

The tale of the Wasteland and the Grail is present in the world now. Perhaps this is the perfect time for this tarot deck to be published and made available to all of those who wish to help heal the Wasteland, and restore the Soul of the Earth for all that live upon it..

Ogham: The Mysterious Language of Trees: Elder

 

Ogham: The Mysterious Language of Trees: Elder

 

Black Lace Elder by Alyne

Elder— Ruis

December is the gateway to winter, and at the gate stands a dark tree of great beauty: the wild and mysterious Elder. The Black Lace Elder wears the widow’s weeds in memory of the light half of the year; elegant, mournful but ever so powerful, for she is the witch in the tree, the Elder Mother. Hyldemore.  One must ask permission of the Old Lady, or Old Girl to approach her tree, saying, “Old Woman, give me some of thy wood and I will give thee some of mine when I grow into a tree.”

The elder is approached because she is ever so useful. her elder berries are made int  wine, jams and medicinal syrups. Her hollow branches are useful for all manner of pipes and bellows. Her twigs are excellent for kindling fires. In fact the Anglo Saxon word eller means kindler of fire. Indeed, fire was a great necessity in the month she presides over.

 

 

Magical Correspondences

Magic is Everywhere.

The Queen of Herbs

Ogham Letter: Ruis

Letter: R

Numbers: 5 and 13

Deities:  Hel, Hela Holda, Venus, Hilde, The White Lady

Animals: Birds: Pheasant, Raven Rook

Color: Black, Dark Green, Blood Red

Planets: Venus

Element; Water

Gem: Olivine, Jet (Black Amber)

Chief attributes: Exorcism, Prosperity, Banishment and Healing

The leaves and berries are used for protection and in breaking spells that were cast against you or to undo spells of evil intent. Growing an elder in your garden will protect your property from misfortune and harm. In Europe they planted elder in cemeteries to keep away the evil spirits.

Here is a magnificent poem by Conrad Aiken that evokes the power of the Elder Tree. I hope you love it as much I do..

Elder Tree

by Conrad Aiken

“The sensual will have its moment? The brain”
Sleep? . . . You can prophesy? . . .’

—Thus laughed the woman,
Tall, thin, and bitter as an elder tree,
Lifting her white face like a crown of bloom.
And so I swore by darkness, trees, and blood,
And rivers underground, and felt my brain,
(Thus challenged by her brain) fall steeply down
Like a dead leaf upon the rushing flood.
‘Yes, I can prophesy,’ I laughed in answer;
And lost my life in hers, which brighter shone,
Radiant and derisive. ‘Never yet,’
She darkly smiled, ‘has voice of man flown in
To break my chords of being. You but waste
The evening, with its bank of clouds, where stars
Plunge down to swim . . . Look, how the lights now come
Like perforations in that wall of trees—
Where through the Ultimate winks!’

And she was still,
Clasping long hands around her lifted knee.
These touched I twice, with teasing finger-tip,
Three times and four, then wearied. But the darkness
And that profounder sound where rushed the river,
Nocturnal, under all, and moving all,—
Took both of us, annulled the brain, devoured
The elder tree, with white faint face of bloom,
And me, who sat beneath it.

Then my blood
Was filled with elder blossom cold and white,
My arms embraced the tree of singing wood,
My hands took leaves and broke them. We were lost,
Thus mingled, in the world. No speech we had.
Till suddenly (as at the end of death,
The darkness being silent) we stood up
Once more; the woman hushed, an elder tree,
And I a voice. And then she smiled, and said—
‘Ah, it is true! The sensual has its moment.
The trickster brain—thank God—can be deposed . . .’

Then I, ‘Look now! how all the trees rush back
From the dark stream! and every blade of grass
New-washed in starlight!’

‘Starlight?’ . . . She laughed, rustling,—
Rustling, nodding her elder-blossom face,—
‘Not starlight, no! The trees, the grass, the brain,
Come back again from blood; and they are strong.’

Thomas Sheridan on European Witches Compared to English-Speaking Witches

Its a lovely day in Ireland and Thomas Sheridan has some fascinating things to say about witchcraft, Catholicism, Protestantism, and instinctual witches.  What he says about European witches and Catholicism is something I resonate with deeply. If any of you have this, you will feel understood by Thomas in the video. Not too many people get this, so its nice to hear.

I am working on a 3rd book for the Faery Witch series. I have to focus, either on writing, formatting or publishing and marketing, so I have been producing a lot these last 6 months. Next I start putting stuff out there. So it will come in a blizzard. LOl!

I will be posting on my Facebook page beginning this week. People have asked for writing and publishing and advice, so I am going to make a video series and give some advice. I never felt comfortable talking about writing before. Now I do for some odd reason. There have been a lot of changes and this is one of them. I am starting my youtube channel as well to discuss writing, art magic and history.  I’ve been worried about the tech aspect as its anther learning curve and I was burned out on learning curves, but now I feel fresh again. I think I can be helpful in artistic areas,and I know a lot about a lot of things that are valuable to others.

If you’re interested, my FB page is:

 Alyne de Winter’s Gothic Faery Tales.

 

Maybe I’ll see you there!

Is this the Eighth Sphere? The AI End Game – David Icke

 

David Icke has had his finger on the multidimensional pulse for decades. He often talks about The Controllers who rule the world form behind the curtain. Knowing what I know about the Eighth Sphere and the shadow being that live their, ruled by Lucifer and Ahriman, I think he his Controllers have been in the Eighth Sphere all along.

 

Dun Usgar: A Celtic Tale of the Selkies

I wrote a novel in 2015 about a Scottish noblewoman washed ashore on a remote island in the Hebrides who falls under the spell of the Selkie King.  I was in a really dark place when I wrote this book, so its Game of Thrones grim. But looking back after diving deeper into this issue of the Eighth Sphere, I realize that’s exactly what this novel is about! The noblewoman’s life in the ruined castle, Dun Usgar, is so harsh, that she escaped into fantasy and finds herself in actual contact with an otherworldly being, the Selkie King. He comes from a dying kingdom under the waves, populated by shades and sunken ships. He seeks renewal of his people by taking a human bride, then insisting on their child under the waves with him. The ocean has long been a symbol of the subconscious mind which is the gateway to the Eighth Sphere..

 

f you care to give it a read go here:

https://tinyurl.com/y42fssgs

What do you think? Let me know in the comments.

Cosmic Vampirism and the Eighth Sphere

 

“The endeavor of Lucifer and Ahriman is to drag the free will of man, and whatever stems from it, into the Eighth Sphere. This means that man is perpetually exposed to the danger of having his free will wrested from him and dragged by Lucifer and Ahriman into the Eighth Sphere.’

This happens if the element of free will is transformed, for example, into visionary clairvoyance [this might be a reference to astral projection, a major aspect of witchcraft]. When this is the case, a man is already in the Eighth Sphere. This is a matter of which occultists are reluctant to speak, because it is an awful, terrible truth.”

Rudolf Steiner

 

The Kingdom of Faery is not in the Astral Plane of the stars, but the Sub Lunar realm. This dimension is ruled by the Moon, the Treasure House of Images,  gateway for souls coming to Earth to be born. The Sub Lunar dimension exists between the Earth and the Moon. This is the misty plane that, like the oroborous, encircles our planet, and permeates it to its core. This is the realm of Faery. Faery is the Treasure House of Images, entered via the imagination. But you must not think of what you see as coming from your imagination, but as real in its own right.

Seeing the Faery beings as real confers true clairvoyance, for when you see them, they see you. The mutual perception of beings from other dimensions heightens the clairvoyance of both.  This is a marvelous and beautiful thing, if one is in a location where the Sub Lunar dimension is pristine. But, sadly, I have learned, that this a Glamour, and as any sensitive knows, Glamour is a mask.

Part of the problem is that a pristine Sub Lunar dimension is increasingly rare. There has been too much dark activity, really ramping up in the 1990s when the Faery Path I was involved with was rather folkloric and mythical, spiritual, involving a Quest for the Holy Grail. But I suppose, a new generation got involved, and they, having lost their Christian roots, had no qualms about misusing power for their own ends. They had no problems with black magic. You may not believe it, but I disliked Crowley the minute I learned about him way back in the 80s and never have since. I found the popularity of his work alarming in the extreme, and I;m not wrong. But that’s a topic for another day.

I have strong Traditional Catholic roots; I feel my psychic abilities are natural and come from God. So I must be meant to use them. I have a huge problem with the Left Hand Path and the destruction its cultists have wrought on the inner planes, humanity, and the Earth as a whole. The Faeries are morally neutral, so they have no defense against the evil that has been swamping their kingdom for decades now.

The Eighth Sphere

 

But the problem has been there all along. I found a book in a London bookshop in 1999 that caused me to question the wisdom of being involved with the Faery Tradition as I learned it. This book is The Zelator: The Secret Journals of Mark Hedsel edited by David Ovason. This is a fascinating book that discloses many occult secrets. One of those secrets is that of the Eighth Sphere.

This is a realm of shadow beings that seek to interact with us. It is the Sub Lunar realm.

My teacher taught that Faery was ruled by Lucifer. He didn’t explain who or what Lucifer was in his terms, only that he is Jesus Christ’s left hand brother and we were working, through Faery, to redeem him. This was a Trojan Horse.

This important discussion by Mark Hedsel’s teacher begins in Chapter 5, page 307 of the Arrow paperback edition. Here, the master warns against mediumship, aka channeling, aka necromancy. He says his warning will disturb modern people who have been led to believe that clairvoyancy, mediumship and spiritualism are linked to spiritual development, and are of benefit to us. But this is far from the truth because of the Eighth Sphere.

Hedsel’s master goes on and I quote:

“The Moon is a sort of counterweight to another sphere, which remains invisible to ordinary vision. This counterweighted sphere  is called in esoteric circles, the Eighth Sphere….Were we to use a word which fits more appropriately to this Sphere, then we should really a vacuum. Certainly, vacuum is a more appropriate term than sphere, for the Eighth Sphere sucks things into its own shadowy existence.’

This Sphere is in a lower scale of being than the Seventh Sphere (which is the Earth). It acts as a sort of demonic conduit to suck inot its maws certain degenerate Spiritual forms on Earth. It is a shadow Sphere, controlled by shadow beings. However, the fact that they are shadow beings should not lead us to demote or underestimate their capabilities and intelligence. In many respects they are more intelligent than Man, for they are not limited by the power of love…”

Now we see what has happened to love. Through the power of the imagery that bombards us in the Pied Piper of popular culture, the increasing violence, Satanism, hyper-sexuality, exploitation of children and the incessant conjuring of demons externally and internally, power of love has been all but eradicated in the Millenial generation. Combine that with the loss of Christian sensibility, sometimes torn out by the roots, and we have a perfect cauldron for the shadow beings to stir humanity into the whirlwind, to suck out souls.

Here is a quote from Steiner again:

“Lucifer wants to take men’s souls away and found a planet with them of his own. Ahriman has to help him. While Lucifer sucks the juice out of the lemon, as it were, Ahriman presses it out, thereby hardening what remains.”

These are Vampires.

Mark Hedsel’s teacher again:

“Those shadow beings have erected …terminals on Earth: these terminals are soul conduits, whish suck into the lower Sphere a certain form of materialized Spiritual energy that is engendered on the Earth plane.”

He goes on to explain these terminals as séances, mediumship and channeling type activities. But in the 21st century, there are so many more. Virtual Reality games of any kind that remove consciousness for Earthly life, is a conduit to the Eighth Sphere. Of course, those who do Lucifer’s work, strive to make Earthly life intolerable, mechanistic, sterile, and without pleasure or fulfillment, so we ill easily seek to escape into the virtual, digital worlds that lead straight into the Eighth Sphere.

Hedsel’s teacher again:

“This sucking of certain forms of human soul-matter into the Eighth Sphere is not, by any means, intended for the benefit of humanity. The aim of the denizens of this world is to enhance and populate a world which may truly be described as the realm of the damned…..the human being was nor designed to become a shadow being, captive in a demonic sphere: it was designed to become a god.”

I know this is a long post and has taken some time to put together, but I felt a need to warn you. So many people are getting involved in witchcraft and the occult, having no idea of the hidden agenda behind the popularization of it. Now that you know, you can choose, as I have, to remove yourself from the influence of the vampires in the Eighth Sphere, or not. If you’ve read this far, you know its all up to you how you want to proceed.

I have a lot more to say on this topic, and hope to pull it together soon.