In Ireland there are still Kings, Lords, and Fookin Fairies!

Back in 2017 I decided on finally traveling for a week in Ireland, the homeland of much of my ancestry. Much to my determination and thrill, and perhaps the small window of time, I had already visited several ancient sacred sites like New Grange and the Hill of Tara just within a couple days. While visiting the hill of Tara I had the odd experience of meeting the last "appointed king of Tara", at least accorded to the aging, portly, and well-bearded man living out his days in a van parked next to the hill, apparently living out the last of his days to inform people of such. He didn't appear mad or senile, so to this day I'd give him the benefit of the doubt. To my pleasure I even had the experience of joining this King and some traveler folk in well, a really sort of hokey pokey seance. I can't say if there was much authentic to the seance, words, prayers said allowed, offerings, "libations" of plenty, smoking the devil's lettuce no doubt, nothing wrong at all, just seemed to lack the authenticity of genuineness one would hope to experience when unexpectedly a part of such an evening. The only thing of true noteworthiness from that evening was from when we sat, or stood, or danced by the fire, one of the ladies exclaimed something and got everyone to stop. Supposedly, over my left shoulder and in the thickets somewhere was a yellow or golden light. Of course none of us could see it, so after a brief pause to inspect the claim to no avail we simply continued with our evening.

We made an overnight camp just below the hill in the thickets so not to draw attention, I was actually the first to set camp and the others joined my sight later that day. Nothing else of interest occurred and thus we parted ways the next morning.

Skipping ahead I was now approaching Port Rush in Northern Ireland. I just departed the quaint hometown of actress Michelle Fairley, known mostly for her role as Katlyn Stark in Game of Thrones. I just happened to stumble into her family's old-timey bar and what a lovely and warm place it was, unfortunately devoid of folk, less the bar wench who was as friendly as can be. It was already close to evening and I had to catch my bus to complete my journey to Port Rush however.

After my lonely bus ride, as it was late into the evening, I had planned along the way to camp out in one of the caves near Giant's Causeway after hearing about the grand possibility and stories from the locals but, once I had leapt off the bus I realized I had no real bearings as to where I was.

I asked the bus driver where I might pitch a tent for the night and he suggested grassy dunes on the coastal shore where no one would be a bother or make a fuss. So, that evening I made my way to the grass covered dunes. The wind was blustering, but as I traipsed along in the tall grass eventually I found the most perfect grassy little dell, I mean really tiny, just enough of a perfect coffin sized space for me to lay in and set my tent and even deep enough that it offered respite from the wind if one was kneeling. Lucky for me, my tent was just low enough that it didn't make too terrible a noise as the wind just blew above its peak.

Incredibly satisfied with the small refuge I made for myself, seemingly out in the middle of a grassy sea with a view looking out onto the ocean and the few islands that dotted the coast, I had to christen it with a few photos. Now, my main tool for documenting my journey was a brand new phone I purchased the week prior. It was called a model called 'Hammer' something produced by Samsung, perfect for a rough adventurer like myself. It had done well so far in the journey and I wanted to see if it might capture the glory of my little camp sight on the backdrop of the sea. So after setting my little nest inside the tent, I went 'round the other side, plopped on the ground and laid back out of the path of the wind and took my first shot.

I had been wearing my headlamp the entire time and it illuminated the camp for the photo, but unfortunately blocked out the sea which couldn't have been helped. The camera either didn't have the proper low-light setting or I simply didn't know about activating it. Reviewing my first shot I immediately noticed something odd about the image. Directly above my tent was a small greenish-gold light. I was totally perplexed and slightly confused.

The lights of ships were visible far off on the horizon but none of them gave off such a light or could possibly be in the position that was above my tent. I looked around and tried to spot it with my headlamp with no success. Seeing nothing, in my confusion and befuddlement I turned off my lamp and yet there was still no sign of what caused this light, at least for what my naked eye could capture.

This all happened in the span of several seconds. I knew it couldn't be an insect of any sort for the wind was too strong and I should have been able to catch it in the beam of my lamp. A small bird, a humming bird perhaps, even such an idea is still preposterous. The only logical thing I could do to make more sense of this was to check if it would show up in more pictures, and, it did!

I couldn't see it with the naked eye but, evidently, through the images I was gathering, the light appeared to be moving this way and that above and around my tent. I took as many photos I could until it simply appeared to leave and the rest of the images were devoid of the mysterious light. I couldn't bring myself to think much of it, just some random light phenomenon. Perplexed as I was, I brushed it off and went to bed, as the only thing I could really do was get some rest for the next day.

I woke with the dawn feeling charged and ready to begin the day. Now, my tent is a small one so I make the most of my space, boots outside under the rain-fly, my 70 liter backpack inside and either standing up or on its side, personal effects placed in the tents side pockets. So, in the morning I collected my belongings. Now, I mentioned my phone, the 'hammer' was brand new, a Galaxy S6 Active. I'm well aware of the radiation such phones emit so instead of placing it in one of the pockets I had placed it atop my backpack and, picking it up from exact same spot, I was met with a surprise. The fracture and scratch resistant glass had a lovely brutal fracturing impact to the top center of the phone, right about where the infrared light and speaker are!

I was completely taken aback and a bit furious as to the damage of my brand new phone! And I'll insist, to my dying day, that the phone was in absolute prime condition when I set it down. I had taken no falls nor made any accidental drops that night or the entire trip! My camp was set up in a grassy little dell! No, stones, not even sticks, only sand below!

No evidence left behind as to who or what could have possibly caused this. The damage was fresh and there was even small fragments of glass and metallics were strewn across its surface and the backpack. 

I know I probably upset whatever this thing was. Personally, I'll conclude it was a fairy over that of a Will of the Wisp based on the entire occurrence. But, what it truly was... Maybe technology can one day help to uncover just what this mysterious light was. For now, I'm just here left with a story that, well, only this audience might believe.

It was a nice dell, that is certain. If I ever visit the are again I'll be sure to pay my due respects.

Beach: http://imageshack.com/a/img922/8357/NGOhni.jpg Tent (Entity Location in Relation to Highest Point) (Images Placed in Chronological Order(Difference of a Few Seconds): http://imageshack.com/a/img923/3940/bohkB8.jpg (Light Top Center w/Headlamp On) http://imageshack.com/a/img923/5913/GFXWEX.jpg (Slightly Left of Center) http://imageshack.com/a/img924/1315/eAYE7P.jpg (Slightly Right of Center) http://imageshack.com/a/img924/3571/rwpdQU.jpg (Right of Center) http://imageshack.com/a/img923/9683/Leoc2h.jpg (Right of Center) http://imageshack.com/a/img923/3136/DraGlB.jpg (Slightly Right of Center) http://imageshack.com/a/img922/7052/3RInU0.jpg (Top Right Corner About to Exit Frame) Phone: http://imageshack.com/a/img924/8781/7cULDF.jpg Me (@Giant's Causeway): http://imageshack.com/a/img922/9493/rtMxg1.jpg

P.S.

Upon returning home, strange instances of elongated rose-broux foreign flower petals began appearing in my room for roughly a weeks period. I had no flowers in my home nor was it from neighbors as my flat was the highest flat in the building, but I continued to find several throughout my room in various places and sometimes the same place. An apology for breaking my phone or just the odd instance of flower petals somehow blowing through my sixth story window into my room only?

 

DLB 17 Summer Heat

It was as if I was watching a documentary about lost continents. Peering over the globe and looking in this region 🌎 I overheard two voices speaking to eachother. One was the interviewer, perhaps a fellow researcher conversing with another researcher who had spoken with tribes in South America about a lost continent. When I woke up I felt I knew both names well and was familiar with them so I didn't bother to write them. One of them was most certainly LeMuria. After the researcher shares the name of the lost continent the interviewer points out that it shares a common etymology with the other. However, in listening to these two voices I came to the conclusion the Mu also shared the same etymology. And at that point my view shifted to 🌏 and focused in on Japan being a small part of this forgotten continent and that Yunaguni was only a small fraction of the ruins which actually remain and that we're simply being deceived into focusing on only that small portion to ignore searching for the rest. I better start looking into if anyone ever recorded a South American myth of a missing continent.

DLB 16 Spiritual Guidance

Anyway, in this dream my friends and I found an ancient burial mound and uncovered a makeshift entrance. Once one would enter they would come out with divine knowledge often times difficult to interpret because they were completely elated and euphoric. A man or two had gone inside, and I went to retrieve something elsewhere before I was distracted with visions of catastrophic flooding and obese victims being washed away by the waters. When I returned a party member who had emerged appeared distressed rather than euphoric and was trying to convince the people they were attempting to destroy the great web 🕸️ The gathering was confused and argued that no one was trying to destroy the "great web". No doubt this was in reference to the jews regulations being passed to control the information disclosed on the web and thus I reasoned to myself after the incident. Later in the evening I decided to enter the tomb on my own. Somewhere upon my journey to the tomb I was greeted by a silver-haired beautiful young woman who walked with me to the entrance. She didn't know who I was but was friendly and talkative. When we arrived at the entrance I explained to her that I was one of the people who discovered and dug the entrance to the tomb. Her tone changed somewhat as I made my way and was about to enter the tomb alone. Before I could enter she told me in a sincere firmness that, modern people without their shamans are zombies. Then my alarm went off and I awoke before I could make my way inside the tomb.

In otherwords, the masses, without spiritual guidance are the consumers we see today.

Limericks

Limerick

I was told I'd build an empire

So my parents named me Aspire

This house I should win

If I don't that's a sin

A toast to the good land of Eire

Two, One

Two rivers ever flowing

Streaming

Two minds ever thinking

Dreaming

Interconnected

Waves beating and intercepted

Counsciousness is knowing

Gleaming

Lands of Morning Dew

 

Humility

Or a life with thee

This Middle Earth only favors the man bold

A thousand shores separated

But you could not keep us divided

Not even with gold

With a love so true from the Gods of old

With a love so true from the Gods of old

Breath hastens

Chest tightens

A burning flame no water can undo

Struck as by lightning

Even a love respected can be frightening

We found ourselves together in the lands of morning dew

With a love so great it cannot be untrue

With a love so great it cannot be untrue

There are those who only fantasize

But they must soon realize

One needs posses a heart of gold

In 100 years our faces fading

But not our stories made be

Middle Earth only rewards the man bold

With a love so true from the Gods of old

With a love so true from the Gods of old

Are Europeans so lost? (2019)

Are we coming from a position of defeat? Didn't the Allies win the war against evil incarnate? In general Patton's own words, "We defeated the wrong enemy." 

The nations of the Allies were convinced and frenzied into a war with our own blood, our own family. As it has been said before, "Any war in Europe is a civil war."

There has never been an 'enemy' that we have been so lied about ever before in human history. Europeans have never before, or after, waged a war with an enemy that so aggressively sought peace, which not only fell on deaf ears but was mocked and actively suppressed from the public so that the war effort and utter destruction of a nation could not be impeded. And with it, the result of a Europe so utterly crippled and divided, culturally, financially, and spiritually in order for it to be exploited in a manner descript no better fitting than that of rape. That enemy of course was Hitler's Germany.

Tried for every war crime imaginable whilst Allies held responsibility for none, I can tell you, and swear to you with all certainty of my life that many of those accusations placed against Germany were a falsehood and used as seeds sown for the utter defeat of the entirety of European nations. One such falsehood I especially hold in disdain, for it is one in which one cannot speak. That, to question such a lie would, by all and any means, be used to destroy me and anyone else, and has been used for just that purpose of anyone attempting to challenge it.

Never before in the history of mankind has there been a lie so true it had to be secured by law and threat of violence and imprisonment. This is why, we Europeans, must recognize we come from a place of defeat, and must realize the uphill battle we not only face, but must fight for the very sake of our future existence. And I say, we will and are succeeding. Day upon day, hour upon hour, more and more of the mental chains that bind are broken. The momentum of truth becomes more and more unstoppable and they must do all in their power, and do all in their power to stop it, and it is still not enough. It will never be enough, and they know that unless the last of the blood of the mighty European of this planet perishes they will not win.

The truth is with us, as it always been, and these truths, once realized, will be a greater savior or messiah than ever wished, hoped, or prayed for. The truth is with us! The truth is with us! The truth is with us! The Gods are with us! May the shadow be vanquished in our light! Wotan mit uns!

Your Life Has No Value (2018)

Thy life in and of its own has no absolute, no eternal value, without the knowing thy life can only acquire worth inasmuch as it is devoted and, if necessary, sacrificed to the triumph of one's own race and species. Man lives today and may die tomorrow, what may never die is that blood, that blood of our blood that is as eternal as the soul. Be as the farmer who tends the field to reap what he doth sow.

Thus, the greatest glory a woman can achieve is a family. The greatest glory of a man is overcoming the fear of his own sacrifice and death for that family. Our tribal preservation instinctual in all the Gods glorious creatures.