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The Druids now, while arms are heard no more,
Old mysteries and barbaroas rites restore:
A tribe who singular religion love,
And haunt the lonely coverts of the grove.
To these, and these of all mankind alone,
The gods are sure reveal’d, or sure unknown.
If dying mortals doom they sing aright,
No ghosts descend to dwell in dreadful night:
No parting souls to grisly Pluto go,
Nor seek the dreary silent shades below:
But forth they fly immortal in their kind,
And other bodies in new worlds they find.
Thus life for ever runs its endless race,
And like a line, death but divides the space,
A stop which can but for a moment last,
A point between the future and the past.
Thrice happy they beneath their northern skies,
Who that worst fear, the fear of death, despise;
Hence they no cares for this frail being feel,
But rush undaunted on the pointed steel;
Provoke approaching fate, and bravely scorn
To spare that life which must so soon return.
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~from Marcus Annaeus Lucanus’ [fallen angel, angel in human form] “Pharsalia” translated by Nicholas Rowe [fallen angel, angel in human form]
“…barbaroas rites…” angel children?
The Druids, the ancient Celts, the tribes of Danu, the Tuatha De Danann embraced only divine, sacred and peaceful practices and rites. It was you, fallen angels, and you, ET races, who twisted a beautiful devotion to our one, infinite Creator into sickening and perverted rituals. For thousands of years, it is the only thing you have done: invert good into evil.
“The tribes of Danu were a divine people of Light and Goodness, Light against Darkness, Good against Evil, and represent the Celtic reverence for science, poetry, and artistic skill. It was they who really established and contributed the highest character traits and genes to the future generations of Celts and all their great heritage, mystic Irish lore and magic that is Ireland, we owe to our distant forebears the Tuatha De Danann. Their spirit lives deep within all the Celtic people even though the Celts may not always be living upon their homeland of Ireland, the spirit of the Danu is ever within them. The Celtic Irish are some of the most poetic, musical and happiest people on earth even though they have been the bearers of centuries of extreme hardships. When roused to battle there is no match on earth that can stand in their way. The Romans found that out the hard way, and many nations through history have recruited the Celts to help them win their wars. Standish O’Grady, who wrote the book “Critical History of Ireland”, stated: “The underlying idea of all this class of legend, is that if men cannot master war, war will master them; and that those who aspired to the Ard-Rieship (High Kingship) of all Erin must have the war-gods on their side.” It was actually Macha, one of the wives of the Danann King Nuada who by breeding with the king intermingled his divine blood of the Tuatha De Danann into the human genes of the Celts. We have her also to thank for making it possible in establishing that trademark uniqueness of spirit, wit and intelligence that has become so characteristic among the Irish people. Take a close look into the glint of the eyes of the Irish folk, and you will see a faint distant sparkle of the Tuatha De Danann. The magic of a people from a magic land, for when Irish eyes are smiling, they will steal your heart away!”
~from Pagan Troop
“…intermingled his divine blood of the Tuatha De Danann into the human genes of the Celts.”
For thousands of years, fallen angels and ET races, you’ve known how Heaven would prevent you from destroying humanity and Earth. You’ve known that always there was a plan in place that would render you powerless while returning light to a dark planet.
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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 descendants… 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.
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~from Valiant’s “Knock Knock, The Legacy of the Tuatha, Alien Artifacts, For the Right Time…” posted 12 February 2015 on Rumor Mill News
The spread of divine blood, Stonehenge, Celtic knots, crop circles, ancient Masters, ley lines, artifacts, a church, alien contact, Big Brother…
Insane fallen angels and evil extraterrestrial races…
Immortal human souls, devoid of their memories, imprisoned within an illusion…
Falsified history…
Withheld technology…
British empire, the “New World Order”…
Secrets hidden within plain sight…
The “great awakening”…
Time…
Remember, everyone: Heaven and an entire universe are watching.
Good or evil.
It’s your choice.
Choose.
Memo to the Council: for when you transported me so I could experience briefly a moment in time after the awakening, allowing me to feel its cathartic, divine solace – thank you.
So many human souls deserve to go there…
Remember Daniel’s prophecy, fallen angels. You’re running out of time. Heaven will not postpone divine judgement. You choose your fate.
Childhood is over…
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The daimon of sexuality approaches our soul as a serpent. She is half human soul and is called thought-desire.
The daimon of spirituality descends into our soul as the white bird. He is half human soul and is called desire-thought.
The serpent is an earthly soul, half daimonic, a spirit, and akin to the spirits of the dead. Thus too, like these she swarms around in the things of earth, making us fear them or else having them arouse our craving. The serpent has a female nature, forever seeking the company of those dead who are spellbound by the earth, and who did not find a way across to singleness. The serpent is a whore. She courts the devil and evil spirits; she is a mischievous tyrant and tormentor, forever inveigling the most evil company.
The white bird is a half-celestial soul of man. He abides with the mother, descending from time to time. The bird is manlike, and is effective thought. He is chaste and solitary, a messenger of the mother. He flies high above the earth. He commands singleness. He brings knowledge from the distant ones, who have departed before and attained perfection. He bears our word up to the mother.
She intercedes, she warns, but she is powerless against the Gods. She is a vessel of the sun. The serpent descends and cunningly lames the phallic daimon, or else goads him on. She bears up the too-crafty thoughts of the earthly, those thoughts that creep through every hole and cleave to all things with craving. Although the serpent does not want to, she must be of use to us. She flees our grasp, thus showing us the way, which our human wits could not find.
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~Philemon’s sixth sermon to the dead, from “The Red Book Liber Novus” by C.G. Jung, fallen angel, angel in human form