RE planning France:

Providence, Languedoc and the Prynnes.  I have also a tourist book
called <The South of France> and it validates my studies.  The Province
area, as well as the Languedoc, used to be their own countries for LONG
periods of time, and their LOCAL customs are NOT 'religious' as we think
of religion, but a DEEP PASSIONATE belief in the local lore and that the
Magdalene LIVED in Provence and her HEAD is paraded in that festival.
It is reported as 'fervent' by P & P.  The tourism book validates much
of their work, which was written and compiled in the last half of this
decade, since '94.

I -MUST- GO TO THIS HEARTLAND ON THIS JOURNEY AND ON THESE DATES.  IT IS
PART OF MY SOUL'S quintessential QUEST AT THIS POINT... SOMETHING NOT
REALLY EXPLAINABLE BUT IT MUST BE JULY AND IT MUST BE 1999 AND I MUST GO
TO THOSE FESTIVALS -AND- I MUST GO TO THE CAVE IN THE HOLY MOUNTAINS
WHERE SHE DIED.

I do have it --all-- mapped out.  I have been reading and reading and
re-reading chapters 4 and 5 over the past few weeks.  I think I have
read them each in full over 5 times.  This last time, yesterday on the
pier on the Mediterranean Sea outside of Nice, I was taking very
detailed notes and cross referencing it w/ the tourist book.  I just an
hour ago bought a bunch of maps of France, the Languedoc and Provence
which I will hang on the walls of my room (in my new flat beneath
Chalice Hill, adjacent to The Tor) back in Somerset.  I am on the ground
in Nice and about to taxi out of here; I am sitting in the airplane w/
my hosting travel comrades of 2 days here.

 =I= am going these places, then, at my proposed time of Her Feast
Day...  I had a vision last night of my daughter-to-be, Sophia-Mari' and
my self expression of the archetypes of Magdala and herstory hidden in
the folds of the Mysteries of the Templars....., etc.  The song in the
blood is both genetic and deep psychic remembrance roots... and they are
LOCKING into my re-cognition just from having my blood and bones upon
this land.  This is the royal line of Isis and I will follow Her
ancient-future call,

with
reverence
innocence and
will ~

it simply is all I maintain each time I turn myself inside out.  I am
not saying this -to- 'you', I am declaring the words in the world of men
and form and funny matrixes (not sure of the plural on matrix) --> the
slumbering modalities of the sleeping creatrix wheel is now the Giant
re-membering Herself through my personal mythic quests, and it -is-
GRANDIOSE, but not 'special' or -above- another, but the SHIFT has
occurred for me, finally to take no more excuses for the mediocre
confusion.  Out of the chaos I dream a perfect dance of memory and the
literal walk on the terrain is subterranean AND it is deity walking in
the flesh of vulnerable hu-manity.  I will not fail; it is impossible
now.  The challenge is the unfolding of this eternal truth.  So know
that I say this boldly to the false Other that has tested me again and
again, and Aya is -not- the one I am challenging, but the one who
questioned the integrity of the mysticism of this land, very very
INNOCENTLY.  And thus I must in my own story say this out loud to the
Threshold Guardians of the initiation =my= unique priestessing soul is
going thru NOW ! ~ smiles. (Perhaps we will part for a few days if need
be, dear brother.)

When She gave me the call of this sojourn in February past, the
cognitive words rhythmically repeating themselves were:
        "EMBRACE MY DESTINY"

Steinbeck. Jung. Goethe.
Build the Tower
of Breaking the Walls
The Wall.
Kashmir.
Symphonic Rock.
Spiral Libraries
and Tablets ~
The Emerald Keys.
The Jewel of the Crown.

Where I had the myth perverted regarding my royal shame, uneasiness -->
3,5,8--13, Fibernaci Spiral to -land- her eyes and Mind in my cranium
aligned in the torus through the 9 subtle bodies... So let's shut up
already about the chakrahs, or not the chakrahs, as a debate; the
Initiate returns to Giza's stargates as the map realigns in orgasm--the
pleasure pain duality atones itself through the Sacred and the abused
Prostitute's body--and the One is the body of the land and the stars,
contained within itSelf.  The wormhole has memory shooting her glandular
sweet nectars of a serpentine mind~ this NOW wills itSelf in it's own
vortex thrust of elemental electromagnetic chemical majickal power--to
put the templates into this separated realm.  Primal World is where She
doeth Reign, my Beloveds... As I complete the list of Initiates, priests
and priestess to receive this ANTHEM which you read right now--> I also
re-alize once e more the Stage is perfectly set for this link-out,
link-in, now.  Lords and Ladies, gather your own--I am coming hither.
Homeland.

The Shekinah-Sofia wholly Spirit--the Divine Correctrix--indeed morphs
all 'insane' stories back into this central Mind Heart--doorway-,
center.  Self mirrors Self.  That is the ONLY God.  The One that planned
this -is- the Only Center in each Creatrix joint.  That Eye is the I
which is the One Self Soul Idea Intention.  No need to -imagine- that
potential within us--though it IS--for rather we ARE the perfect Temple
just through the knowing of this Mystery.  The 'Other' was a good
creation for splendour in the Nuit galactic Nebulae scape, span of our
Dark Matter Bodies.

Joy
Power
Destruction
Resurrection
Atonement
At One Ment
Salvation
Restoral
Remembrance
reflection
                back
                    forth
                        again
                            and yet
                                    AGAIN ~
 

THIS destiny must be embraced that is why in the Course in Miracles the
-principal- that is sharable, speaks on the 'requrement'of one 'course'
for each soul--for there is only one pathway between each central "I"
awareness of the Whole One. The matrix is the DIFFERENCE -- and also the
'steak is still juicy' -- enjoy the illusion for it is our ultimate
experience of the Great Mystery's meaning, the White Stone, the Key.
Tristan's 13th Threshold.  Mythic Beasts restored.

I just realized me and my two traveling companions are being 'tracked'
by the "Other" Shadow ~ very bizarre obstacles which won't let our jet
depart.  This is the SANDWICHED X FILES.  ~ X ~ was an ancient esoteric
symbol which became used by the UNconscious shadow to now denote
perversion and evil, though it is flipped from the intent like 13 and
the swastika ~ and Lo, Eden Roc's laylines, eh?  Both Magdalene and
Morgan indeed deal with the intrigue of the 'evil realms' the reversed
mirror plane.

"LIONS AND TIGERS AND BEARS, OH MY!"
  HE'S A WOLF IN LIONS CLOTHING
    TERRorIST BY NATURE
        DOESN'T MEAN TO HARM
            LIKE THE SCORPION IT DOES BY NATURE
                PRIMAL LUST AND CREATION BY FIRE STAR STUFF ~

The evil is a test and Gnostics were thus, I believe, correct to name
this evil as being 'away' from the Force by some God-mistake.  My
philosophy, is I now see that the Essene and Cathar and Protestant
-response-  became the very defraction they feared, and thus their
-response- to this naming of the reversed mirror, was Not the -ultimate-
revelation.  Yet the Buddah-ic denial of this world's pain and the
Languedoc, Rennes-masacres of 100,000 heretics by the Church of Rome
(the first European genocide in the 12-13th century) was an impt. step
in the gathering of the puzzle pieces.

*--*<"Christ-light-workers" shall need to prepare to loose all language
that is unsharable, transferable, SOON now very soon.  All can be
maintained IF we have synonums that WORK in all worlds ! ! ! ! ! !>*--*

REMEMBER: Marco, Alan and Bobby Cottonwood--> what happened with that
crystal of 4 elements in OCT/NOV of 1996? Bobby got the priestess velvet
bag from the Hopi's for ME - made for me, actually sewn w/ the coloured
beads on the ribbon.  Brilliant.  Marco and I had a download, oversoul
alpha omega memory retrieval-- and it made me physically on my Deathbed
for 3 1/2 weeks.  then Loyola Antara came for Thanksgiving when I was
coming out the other end of the Tunnel, the Passageway...yes approx 25
days I laid there.--<2+5=7>--  Seven Veils.  Underworld Initiations of
the Dark Madonna.  The Deep consumed me.  The historical novel <The Moon
Under Her Feet> recounts, depicts, M. Magdaleine as nearly lifeless
after her death where she faced the gatekeepers in the Underworld.  That
is when she got her title Hore' of Babylon by Herod Antipas and thus the
decent into the patriarchal cover story of the Temple Wise Vessels would
go forth as an illusory Fall from Grace and Hieros Gamos in the Streets
of Judea.

I feel major ecstatic pain in this moment as I type this, but it is the
containment of this complete allegorical map I am allocating spaces
to... I am relearning how to contain these threads of the living myth
that whispers and overlaps these stories and tells itSelf over and over
in new provocative lines... No more need to say 'it is not me but the
Father-principal thru me that does the Work' ~ truly just to dedicate to
the inside out theory of soul must in the end release all non-sharable
files and building organic Life.

Womben who heal the war out of men through their vessels.  Now Her,
wormhole repairs memory and perfect embeds retainable Grails and honed
alchemical elements, like lateral connections, the SWORDS OF TRUTH and
WANDS/ WORDS OF POWER.  This is the purpose of the languaging of our
plight through these winding and remaining matrixes of the circles and
lines.

Amazing the Muses are breathing and I am moving through MORE SURRENDER
to their beauty and dances.  They are the hypnotic surreal qualities
which I held back from full worth and Human Acceptance ~ they are as
vulnerable as we all remain in this exquisite play of our Universal
Stages.  As precious as the Fey.
 

~ ~ ~  ~ ~ ~
Morgaphdalenis
Sea and Land
foam and flora
scent and hands
gracing the
jointed
points.

Star Lights in the Mind
more gardens expand
within Narnia's
covenant.
Beasts that speak
Daughters of Lillith's
True Eden
and babbling Towers in the
Center of the
Ball of light
shifts
form.

My waters rivers
crystalline earthen
crusts
~
is the One
Mined
Mind.

I am an aspect, part, of
the same source
as you
my lover
soul kinship
we come to be unique
different
once thought
all ways
explored
forever the lines
the mists
the math
the veils
the membranes
the referential
ability of
our garment
of time and
space.

The coming end of
something,
some thing,
which
we keep
as mystery
for
The Life.

~ ~

This could
All be

A dream.

~ ~