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As for me and my part in the gathering, I did what I seem to do best – gather people together and engage the light and the dark in the dance of alchemy.
My Powerpoint presentation – Magdalene Myth and Magic – Skull & Bones – can be viewed by clicking here.
My story regarding this year’s gathering is connected to my poem Bacon and Oaks.
It was the third act of a dream script I created while studying with Robert Moss. The long and short of the script is that many things that transpired – in this 2004 dream sequence – had now aligned in my waking reality – before and during this year’s gathering.
Such as, you ask? Well, there are just too many dots to connect, but here’s one.
Between dreaming and writing the second and third act in 2004, I visited the Beinecke Rare Book Library at Yale University. Went there and viewed a reproduction of the Voynich Manuscript and Yale’s database of colorful illustrations.
Pages from the Voynich Manuscript
After studying it, the ending of the script, the poem, came through in the dreamtime, a few weeks after the story began.
This year, two days before the gathering, I went back to Beinecke and waited awhile to view the original manuscript. During my wait, I discovered that Beinecke has some interesting texts in their collection, such as The Mellon Collection of Alchemy and the Occult, of which there are 330 books. Thought it was interesting.
As an intuitive, it’s a delight to touch and feel an original item, as so many impressions can be picked up with extrasensory perception. So this year this opportunity manifested, after two months of working out the details. Given the poem and the intent of the gathering, I now feel a deeper connection to this strange little book, perhaps connected by the memories of the English alchemist and master adept, John Dee.
Or perhaps not; time will tell on that one.
John Dee
The manuscript has illustrations that are herbal, astronomical, pharmaceutical, biological, and cosmological. No one seems to agree on whether it’s a hoax or whether it’s real, and just about everything else in between seems to be in dispute as well. Guess that’s why it is still considered a mystery to this day.
But the manuscript plays into the mix, and throughout the week, it just kept bugging me.
The poem is written at the end of this story.I have often wondered of its true meaning.
Didn’t know about the Oak Island Mystery at the time of this dream, but as often happens with me, the right brain leads the left. So after the dream, the pieces started falling into place - like the mystery of Oak Island, Nova Scotia, and of Rosslyn Chapel in Scotland. Still, I could never understand why this was my story.
By my home, before the storm
A voice finally came through down by the water, on the night of August 1, during the energies of the solar eclipse and new moon. I was feeling full of my shadow self and perhaps a touch of John Dee was breaking through my East Coast veneer, due north.
The voice said - for those who have interchangeable ears, put on your white ones, and come with me down the rabbit hole. And like Alice, I followed him into Wonderland.
The White Rabbit and Alice
As I journeyed deeper into the earth with him, the white rabbit told me it was time to learn rabbit language and understand the meaning of my poem. Rabbit language?
He said the bones of Mary Magdalene were taken to Oak Island, Nova Scotia, and that the Sinclairs were the chosen guardians of the relics by the Rex Deus Templars.
Really? Should I believe him, I asked myself?
Using the art of the incised skull and its inherent power of this sacred understanding, he said they were guided to “grow” the New Atlantis on the North American continent, since the chase in Europe had become even more vicious and ruthless and bloody.
“Why?” I curiously inquired.
“Well,” the white rabbit said, “the numbers were increasing, and this was a real threat to the Church of Rome. Starry night had to be laid upon the land, using ancient Phoenician maps, to find matching earth energies, to expand the original visions. By the loyal and persistent actions of the Sinclair clan, and some other surprise players on the stage, this work was finally accomplished.”
“Oak Island was a place where certain artifacts were buried, but not the true resting place of the grail, by connection to the Desposyni. That is another story entirely,” maintained the white rabbit, with a very matter-of-fact tone in his voice.
“The song is often connected to the stars but it is also connected to the inner earth. Bugarach Place is one way into the center,” he reminded me, “but there are other less visible entries into the world of these strange plants and creatures, and the dialect that operates by light, and of other-worldly things,” he added.
“As we awaken our key codes at this time of such grand stellar symphony, we remember many lifetimes all at once, as if the ancient songs are singing within us!” declared rabbit.
“But rabbit, I have heard we must swim with the great whales, and sleep deep inside our cranial bones. Is that true?” I asked, as if HE alone had all the answers.
“It is the genesis of a new age. The waters of Aquarius are beginning to flow. There is much to be revealed, for those who are ready, for those with interchangeable ears.”
Hmm, I thought. Magdalene always said to pay attention to what is underground. And on the walking tour of Yale at the gathering, we went to the gallery where she once appeared by the Van Gogh painting, and showed me the way underground.
And what appears to be connected to Yale Art Gallery is the secret society of the King Makers – Skull & Bones – right next door to it, I thought to myself.
Rabbit said that Sir Francis Bacon once reminded him that life is full of passion, so he told me to start living my life that way. He suggested I was playing it too safe! Really?
He reminded me the Templar order was created by Rex Deus, keepers of the records of the original time. “Their scrolls were found under the ground in the sacred place because they put them there in the first place!”
I was getting confused. Was I playing it too safe or was he giving me a clue to the code? I needed a break to do some thinking on my own, away from the white rabbit’s influence.
Back to the Voynich Manuscript, and to Ani Williams singing in the Cathar songs.
“The…Cathari Heresy…it was the only religion in which women had parity with men.” Solution of the Voynich Manuscript by Dr. Leo Levitov, p. 9.
Could the Voynich Manuscript be connected to the Cathars in a Cult of Isis sort of way? Perhaps as a manual for crossing over through death at a higher vibration, thus giving one more power in the other-world? Was it given to the Templars or some other guardians of the grail – during the dark times – for safe-keeping?
Maybe it eventually landed in the UK with other curious artifacts. Perhaps it was used as a guide to the secrets of regeneration? Surely I have gone mad, I thought!
But then I read the following:
“In 1978, the National Security Agency held a symposium devoted to the Voynich Manuscript, for which they have had a special interest since 1940.” Solution of the Voynich Manuscript by Dr. Leo Levitov, p. 13.
Now that’s curious, most curious indeed. Was it true? The NSA?
I didn’t get far before the white rabbit found me and yelled out as he approached. “They must be pure of heart!”
“Who?” I asked him.
He didn’t say but tells me Virginia is a current day key to the experiment, as is New York per the North American overlay. Then he tells me that the Grand Canyon can open a doorway, by way of Pharoah Akhenaten’s wizardry, and take me to a most glorious and pristinely preserved temple, buried deep beneath the sandy surface.
Akhenaten
“Venus is key to the pentagrams on the earth, laid out by the ancients to remind us of these remedial repositories that will yield their treasures at this juncture. The magical Glen of Roslin and the Rennes le Chateau region are but a few,” winked the rabbit.
“This intelligent design was placed long ago by the people from Sirius and Arcturus, with the help of the Lyra constellation and Asclepius, as the constellation Ophiuchus,” he says.
I was beginning to wonder if the white rabbit was completely out of his mind!
Deciding I had heard enough for the day, it was now time to leave Wonderland. I kept repeating this phrase, kinda like Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz, “Follow the yellow big rays, follow the yellow big rays, there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home.”
Nicole's painting
Yah, I followed the white rabbit down the hole to Wonderland. It was my choice.
It is always MY choice, Nicole reminds me – to first remember I have a choice, and then to allow the choice to play out, however it unfolds, unattached to outcome.
Sometimes I like it, and sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I’m bewildered, other times amused. Sometimes I can let go and sometimes I struggle with my own resistance.
Guess I could have decided not to use my imagination, and just stick to the world of prima facie evidence, only seeing what’s on the surface. But if I chose that, then I would never have ventured down the rabbit hole in the first place. And look what I’d be missing.
So this is my poem, from a rabbit hole perspective, in an interchangeable ears kinda way, with annotations of course, and the insights of The Third Annual Magdalene Gathering – A Templar Legacy in America. Did someone say I have to get Sirius now? Seriously?
In 1398 twelve ships set sail (Sinclair mission)
Within one bow the Holy Grail (Skull and Bones)
Seeding vision New Atlantis (Overlaying the Masonic blueprint)
Perpetually praying sacred mantras, (Chanting the tones with intent)
Emerging from the Castle walls (Originating from Rosslyn Castle)
Fleeing from the Church’s calls (To eradicate the entire truth)
To bury deep within Her birth (Many levels of meaning)
The treasure placed in Mother Earth, (Physical and energetic)
In stars and moons and weathered shells (Sacred geometry, Initiates of Isis)
Nature offers much and tells (The cycles of time)
The truth of royal bloodlines served (Rex Deus)
Amidst the shattered and unnerved, (The truth has many layers)
Underground lies fact from fiction (What is buried in the inner earth)
As naked ladies dance in diction (Cathar initiations)
The Apprentice Pillar tall and strong (DNA, the bridge between heaven and earth)
Foundation to this secret song, (The gold is in the blood)
Sinclair motion Bacon vision (Sinclair duties, progressive thinking)
DaVinci art a lifelong mission (To preserve heresy)
Curious markings lead us home (The Templar trail)
Set inside this crystal dome, (The Atlantis blueprint for regeneration)
Atlantis Jerusalem asleep no more (The great collective awakening)
Golden keys unlock the door (The Great Work)
To memories marked within our cells (Ancestral memories in our soul record)
The darkness deep within its wells, (It is all in the shadow self)
For I to seek the Golden Fleece (Enlightenment)
Upon the shores of sun-drenched Greece (The key to the Aegean)
Or watch Zep Tepi’s laugh and run (The Shining Ones)
Taking note and having fun, (It’s all a holographic experiment)
Embrace the unconditional state (Forgiveness and non-judgment)
Love the answer clears the slate (“All you need is love…”)
To speak anew with ancient tales (The pre-flood stories)
Of oceans singing with the whales, (The waters of the collective unconscious)
Souls guided by the flower’s scent (Plant based science is magic)
This fragrant moment heaven sent (The brain responds to scent)
To observe the shadow of the day (“The dark side of the moon…”)
Our feathered friends then fly away, (Language of the Birds)
Guardians of Light so well preserved (Rex Deus, Templars)
Our sacred knowledge well deserved (Our spiritual legacy)
Divulging brave and valiant goals (To preserve the truth at all costs)
They gave their life to free our souls, (The sacrificial lamb)
The time has come for Number 5 (Venus dancing among us)
Imagine ourselves more fully alive (The code is in the blood)
Journey with eyes full of wonder (The Garden of Eden)
To drink the rain and feel the thunder, (Sensory and sensuality)
Lift the veils The Hathors sing (Other life forms are among us)
Lift them high as blue bells ring (Feel the truth in your body)
We are one and only one (We are all connected, a unified field)
The celestial kingdom has begun... (First Light of the Age of Aquarius)
It is my sixth sense that the celestial kingdom began as the First Light of June 2008 – between the full moon and the summer solstice.
And adding to my feeling, the white rabbit yelled up to me, as I was about to step back into my everyday life – “Welcome to a brave, new world!”
This brave new world feels like the grail cup, as it continues to multiply, as within so without. Kinda like the Flower of Life. White Rabbit said one last thing, “The secrets of regeneration are assimilated by the biochemical reactions of the head and the heart.”
Now, how did he know I was wondering about that?
My memories whisper that it is in my best interest to manifest my physical sustainability in this brave new world, through the crystalline waters of my own body magic.
So who knows where this crazy road will lead me. Only a fool would say. But perhaps the white rabbit will show me more of his language along the way…
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