Fair phantoms and fair’ie tellers tales (Part 2)

Once upon this time there was a story & it wove in & out of worlds & words & times.

The world in which I began this investigation refused to sit still & like the self-willed cat that shares my home, wandered freely through fact & fiction without any concern as to the feasibility of such travels.

This post began with the stolen life of one woman.

On 1st November 2006, Adrienne Shelly’s life-force was taken. The link above goes into the significance of the date on which this occurred, but here are a few reminders

The past becomes present again on Samhain

It is generally celebrated on October 31st, but some traditions prefer November 1st. It is one of the two “spirit-nights” each year, the other being Beltane. It is a magical interval when the mundane laws of time and space are temporarily suspended, and the Thin Veil between the worlds is lifted.”

The rituals of Samhain involve bonding with the dead. On this night, the Celts believed the doors were opened between the worlds and the paths were travelled by the spirits going back and forth… This world and the Otherworld become equivalent to each other, and no barriers existed between the dead and the living, that is, the “Veil” was at its thinnest.”

For some reason I find that I’m not able to use the words ‘murdered‘ or ‘killed‘ when speaking of Adrienne Shelly – they are such common words & they imply something that is over, finished & done with, I don’t get that feeling. So I’m going to use the word ‘abducted‘, just as Persephone was ‘abducted‘ & perhaps that’s rather a powerful image after all.

In seeking & questioning as to what lay behind & beyond this event I was drawn to two other deaths, fairly close in both time & space, I can go no further without bringing them onto this small stage because of the curious interweaving in all three tales.

Fourteen months after Adrienne’s abduction, Heath Ledger was also removed to the underworld (a story you will be most familiar with). Another five months pass & Ruslana Korshunova jumps from the ninth floor of her apartment & also enters the underworld via Water St in Lower Manhattan.

In order to help get your bearings, here is a map. The Two Towers Express Underworld Elevator are quite visible on the bottom right.

From Ellis Taylor: ” My insights and research, so far, suggests that both culprits and victims are chosen because aspects of their energy patterns suit a specific purpose. The locations that are involved are selected for the same reason. It is not necessary for any of them to be consciously aware that they are being motivated to fulfill the intended agenda…There is always an occult element to every incident, every experience, because all things are manifested thoughts and are therefore devised in secret.”

If you are looking for logical facts & answers then you are at the wrong site. What follows is an intuitive ramble through names & events & places that aroused my interest & peaked my curiosity. Make of them what you will. It is my hope that if we look at these events with new eyes we might help the spirits of the wrongfully taken to be free & as all things are connected we may help ourselves in the process.

When I first let my mind wonder about Adrienne Shelly, it wondered & wandered in the direction of Mary Shelley, the woman who is far less famous than her infamous creation – the monster often referred to as Frankenstein. I looked at the two women who resonated the same (adopted) name ‘Shell(e)y’ – Mary acquired hers through marriage, Adrienne chose it as her professional name, taking it from her father’s name ‘Sheldon‘ M. Levine.

Both women were writers. Mary’s husband was the poet Percy Bysshe Shelley, Adrienne’s husband was Andrew Ostroy, whose name I have often mis-typed as ‘Story‘. Both women’s work ended up on the big screen. And the date of their deaths are a kind of mirror image of each other – Adrienne died 1st November, while Mary died on 1st Feb (Imbolc) which is ‘One of the four major Celtic calendar feasts known in Old Irish as Samhain (1 November), Beltaine (1 May), and Lugnasad (ModIr. Lughnasa, 1 August).”

Also of interest in looking into Adrienne’s importance is her date of birth which took place on June 24 (1966) in Queens, New York.

Litha, also known as Midsummer, is the summer solstice… Most European peasants celebrated the event on a fixed calendar date, June 24th… Just as May Day was a time to renew the boundary on one’s own property, so Midsummer’s Eve was a time to ward the boundary of the city… The Goddess, who in her Maiden aspect met the youthful God in sacred marriage at Beltane, has now become Mother, pregnant, just as the Earth is pregnant with the growth that will become the harvest…

“The Mother reigns as Queen of Summer, and it is through her that her Consort comes to mature realization of his full role, and its ultimate sacrifice. She is the Earth; he is the energy and heat that has gone into the Earth so that together they create new life… The God will become a willing sacrifice, falling with the harvest and becoming the seed of his own rebirth as the wheel turns…In ancient festivals of Gaul, Midsummer celebrations were called Feast of Epona. Epona is sometimes pictured as a Goddess riding a white mare,

and sometimes as the white mare itself.

Customs surrounding Litha are many and varied… Certain courageous souls might spend the night keeping watch in the center of a circle of standing stones. To do so would certainly result in either death, madness, or (hopefully) the power of inspiration to become a great poet or bard.
This was also the night when the serpents of the island would roll themselves into a hissing, writhing ball in order to engender the ‘glain’, also called the ‘serpent’s egg’, ‘snake stone’, or ‘Druid’s egg’. Anyone in possession of this hard glass bubble would wield incredible magical powers. Even Merlyn himself (accompanied by his black dog) went in search of it, according to one ancient Welsh story

So the Queen of summer (think Persephone) was abducted on the day that announces the end of summer – Samhain (Scots Gaelic: Samhuinn) literally means “summer’s end.”

As always I’ve played & allowed words & ideas to appear as they will, so lets look at where she was abducted.

Now I’ve looked up the origins of Abingdon & it’s a place in England not far from the Uffington White Horse – remembering as mentioned above “In ancient festivals of Gaul, Midsummer [Adrienne’s birthday] celebrations were called Feast of Epona. Epona is sometimes pictured as a Goddess riding a white mare.”


The Horse symbol meanings of power are widespread through most cultures, and it is linked as an emblem of life-force. Many cultures assign the attributes of the four elements to the Horse: Earth, Fire, Air and Water.”

Interesting as these points are, I was drawn instead to another name Abydos. Abingdon-Abydos? Could Abingdon be a cunning reworking of ‘Abydos’. Was Abydos even a place of import?

Abydos, the cult city of Osiris, lies on the West Bank of the Nile, about 145 km north of Luxor…It was here that Osiris regained his power: at Abydos Isis found the last part of his dismembered body – his head, and restored him to life” (well enough for a quickie anyway)

It is particularly associated with Osiris, one of the great gods of Ancient Egypt, one of whose epithets is the “Lord of Abydos.” His mysteries were celebrated there annually and the ritual re-enactment of Osiris’ death and resurrection brought pilgrims from all over Egypt.”

For the Ancient Egyptians, Abydos was one of the holiest sites in the world. It was the cult center of the god Osiris and gateway to the underworld (believed to lie under the nearby hills) and therefore many people made pilgrimages here or were brought here for burial after death.”

As Seti-I began the search for a location for his Temple, he was lead to a location north of Luxor in the bend of the River Nile. There he began to dig the foundation for his Temple. What he discovered was the Osireion, or the ancient temple of Osiris. Whether he actually knew that the Osireion was there, perhaps we will never know, but upon finding this ancient temple in the path of his new temple, he turned his new temple to the left. It is the only temple in Egypt that makes an ‘L’ turn.” – translation (this was an important place).

We also note the “holy tomb” of Arles-sur-Tech, held in high reverence by La Sanch (and known to Saunière). This is a tomb out of wish holy water flows. As it is the tomb of two saints, which were Persian princes, this is actually a “royal tomb” – from which sacred waters continue to well up. We compare this to the recent discovery of an underground cave on the Gizeh plateau, identified by Zahi Hawass as a symbolic “Tomb of Osiris” – literally “Tomb of the Resurrected”, or “Christ” – surrounded by water. This is equal to the Oseirion in Abydos, mythically considered to be the tomb of Osiris, equally surrounded by water.”

So looked at from my bird’s eye view I see a summer queen abducted at a time when the veil between two worlds is at it’s thinnest in an area that may well resonate as an opening to the underworld – bearing in mind, Abingdon Square’s close location to the Twin Ta Wer burial site this perhaps is not so inconceivable.

Now if we look closer at Mary Shelley’s most famous work we find the story of a being-monster created from various body parts – now where have I come across that scenario before …hmmm…. ah yes Osiris. Surely he could have got a ‘bit’ part in the Frankenstein movies, well I suppose many parts (& many bits) really! As for ‘the look,’ he would have been purrfect with that Robin-hoodish shade of Sher(Holly?)wood green, which though not in the the book, has certainly become synonymous with the ‘bolted man’.

Now before we leave Abydos we have a bit of leapfrogging through credibilty to do – are you game? I’m presenting this to you backwards. In actual fact the princess led me to the stream & we found the frog that way, but having lead you down the garden path this way, it seems easiest to retrace earlier steps. That being said there is much more to come which will weave back through this & make more sense.

Another name for Abydos is Ta Wer. When I saw that name some months ago now, I thought it looked familiar & indeed it did – rearrange it ever so slightly & you get wet, for it spellsWater‘.

On 28th June 2008, a supermodel known as the Russian Rapunzel leapt out of a ninth story apartment & plunged to her death in Water St, Manhattan. At the time I simply connected the two ‘watery‘ elements & felt an extra synch of acknowledgement that I was on to the right path by linking the three fallen ‘stars.’

Recently a far more fantastical interpretaton has come to mind & with it a sense that perhaps this world is far more intimately connected with the stories we have grown up with than we have ever realised. Do tales only reside only on the pages of books & within our minds OR are they a dimension that is woven through this one that we inhabit – do words carry worlds within them?

I will go just a little farther on this for now because I have much going on in my life at present & there’s far too much to these tales to skip lightly through.

But lets suppose for a fantastical moment that our Princess Rapunzel who dived from her tower (Ta-Wer) actually landed as the media certainly stated in Water (St) – then our story changes, because Rapunzel’s death would be by drowning. Now I’m sure this sounds very strange indeed & yet, AND YET it led to one of the most amazing finds of my research life.

Before I take you there, there’s another phenomenal synch which also fits with my reluctance up till now to continue with this article. You see the Russian Rapunzel’s name Ruslana translates as ‘Lion‘ – I must admit I was gobsmacked – the lions that have followed me through the mil-Lion Man post crossed over into this one. Ruslana’s name would have meant little had I not written of the leonine one first.

So I looked up water & lions – a more popular combination than you might think.

The big golden leo at the end is an MGM special (those little lion lovers).

So I thought a little more … hmm what about sea lions – I know seemed a bit far fetched but why not. Google presented me with a taster about Selkies – “In Scottish mythology selkies were sea lions that could shed their skin and take human form... ” Well that looked interesting so I did what any self-respecting researcher would do & double clicked. The page appeared & the scrolling began – oh good alphabetical order so not too hard to find & then directly above the Selkie listing a title leaped off the page Rusalka – I’d been so used to seeing the name Ruslana that I stopped in my tracks & then came these words (worlds)

Rusalka were female ghosts in Slavic mythology. They were thought to be souls of young women died in or near lakes that had usually been murdered. They were not violent, but mainly haunted lakes until their death was avenged. Some explained the Rusalka as women that died prematurely due to suicide or murder having to do with their loved ones had to live out their designated time on earth as a spirit. Other stated that water ghosts are unclean dead, such as unbaptized babies, and people that died from suicides.

In most versions, the rusalka is an unquiet dead being, associated with the “unclean force”. According to Zelenin, people who die violently and before their time, such as young women who commit suicide because they have been jilted by their lovers, or unmarried women who are pregnant, must live out their designated time on earth as a spirit. The ghostly version is the soul of a young woman who had died in or near a river or a lake and came to haunt that waterway. This undead rusalka is not invariably malevolent, and will be allowed to die in peace if her death is avenged.”

While her primary dwelling place was the body of water in which she died, the rusalka could come out of the water at night, climb a tree, and sit there singing songs, sit on a dock and comb her hair, or join other rusalki in circle dances (Russian:: хороводы, Polish: korowody) in the field. Though in some versions of the myth, the eyes shine like green fire, others describe them with extremely pale and translucent skin, and no visible pupils. Her hair is sometimes depicted as green or golden, and often perpetually wet. The Rusalka could not live long on dry land, but with her comb she was always safe, for it gave her the power to conjure water when she needed it. According to some legends, should the rusalka’s hair dry out, she will die.
The rusalki were believed to be at their most dangerous during the Rusalka Week (Rusal’naia – note similarity to the name Ruslana) in early June. At this time, they were supposed to have left their watery depths in order to swing on branches of birch and willow trees by nights.

Now I realise this may not sound so amazing just now, but for me it came after a great deal of research that had to do with water & drowning, that had come prior to ever thinking of Ruslana’s death in a more surreal way. Is it possible that her spirit now inhabits the ‘water‘way of Manhattan & is this on purpose, for although there was no evidence of foul play there was also nothing to suggest that she should suddenly jump out of a window three days before her twenty first birthday. “Korshunova’s mother, Valentina Kutenkova, does not believe in her daughter’s suicide.

I feel there is a connection between the deaths of Adrienne Shelly, Ruslana Korshunova & Heath Ledger, certainly there is a tremendous ficticious connection which I find both tremendously strange & tremendously intriguing.

………………………………To be continued

March 28, 2009. Uncategorized. 15 comments.

Fair Phantom re-visited

A short while ago a rebellious Celt inquired as to the second part of an article I wrote last November. Until recently I had not felt the pull to complete this & I presumed there was more info to find. That info has been coming thick & fast this last week & so unless I get pulled somewhere else I will be posting the second part of Fair Phantom in the near future.

As it was a while ago, it is possible that new readers have not perused this post. I know, I know, there’s nothing worse that having to go & click on a old link – therefore my cunning plan was simply to give you a brief intro, a snippet from the past article, a couple of strange images & bugger all else in an attempt to kindle a spark of interest.

From Fair Phantom (Part 1);

The overkill in this event disturbs me & also how ‘dramatic’ it feels. Acceptance of the idea that an illegal immigrant would stoop to murder to avoid detection seems plausible. However I wondered why someone in such a knife-edge position would risk any kind of exposure in the first place.”


March 21, 2009. Uncategorized. 11 comments.

The golden mil-Lion Man (part 3)

Here below lies the trickiest little article I have yet to write.

In all my past posts I have always felt a strong conviction in what I wrote about, this time I have information, feelings, synchronicity but I’m damned if I can see the pattern that is being woven.

Nevertheless I feel inclined to start with an event that was forgotten until a wee while ago.

I had gone out for a spontaneous & unplanned weekend drive & ended up on the west coast of Auckland at a beach called Piha (pee-ha), where the sea is rough & the sand is black.

On this beach is a monumental rock. I had wandered around it for a bit when I spotted a distinctly vagina shaped opening in the side & felt drawn to investigate – perhaps thought I, this is some sacred spot. Luckily the tide was out so I got to it easily. It was not very deep but smelled none to good (the words local, fishermen & toilet could be made into a sentence here), on top of that it housed an extraordinary number of mosquitoes – all in all not the sacred chamber I had somehow envisaged.

Nevertheless I did not wish to leave without some small offering, (though truth be told I did wish to leave quite quickly), so I stepped as far back into this little cave as I could & left all that I had to offer that day, which was my breath – I exhaled deeply as you do when you frost up a mirror. Completing my little offering, I quickly retreated back to fresh, mozzie-free sea air.

That all took place early in January, & it was only as my leonine research deepened dramatically that I recalled that incident & the fact that that rock is none other than ‘Lion Rock’. Until recently I’ve often wondered why it was called that, until I saw it from a different angle.

Because of the dramatic amount of synchronicity that has occurred through The mil-Lion-Man hunt, I found myself wondering if I was on some sacred quest. It was very tempting (well it was for me) to feel some hand was guiding me & that I had uncovered something very special, though much of this info comes through someone else’s work. In this world where life can be so very lonely especially when you’re a looney flying blind, I was tempted to ‘read’ the signs the way I wanted them to be.

Much of the info I came upon was tremendous, often synching deliciously with my life, but there were other times when I would think no, I don’t agree with that, I might like to to make it all fit nicely together but it doesn’t feel right. So with that said, I present you with a mixture of apparent facts, synchronicity ideas & play.

Onwards to the good stuff, the god stuff & the gold stuff.

The mil-Lion Man ‘title’ originally leaped into print in a single bionic bound when my hawk eye spotted that phrase on a dvd cover for the better, stronger & faster man of the 70’s. Speaking of which, let us not overlook another 70’s show that paid homage to Osiris’ golden offspring for many a year. Here’s a clue

In the name of the father & of the son we haveHawkeye Pierce

Hawkeye Horus, with his hawk’s head & extra famous eye. Is that a spear I see before me, oh no it’s a pair of chopsticks, still...

You may recall from the first mil-Lion Man post, the twinning of Oscar (the gold man) with Osiris (the quartered-man). Intrepid little sleuths that we are, we discovered that the name ‘Oscar’ means ‘Divine Spear.’ Returning to our madcap medic we can now take a second peak at that side-splitting surname of his – Pierce – ahhh the cryptic & playful wit of Hollywood. Perhaps the Holy Spirit was the ‘moonshine‘ constantly brewing in his tent?

Sorry couldn’t resist that detour.

Jumping back in time for a moment I just want to mention that my ‘awakening’ to the fact that this world was not as I’d been led to believe, came a number of years ago through two books. The first book I read in it’s entirety in the space of a few hours. The second appeared just two weeks later, the timing was incredible & intense. I have never looked back since.

This same feeling occurred again recently – two books in quick succession. Firstly came Ellis Taylor’s Dogged Days – in a very short space of time I was introduced to another human beings lifetime experiences – strange & weird experiences. I did not doubt the authenticity of the author, nor did I think he was delusional, instead I found myself accepting that very, very strange events occur within the lives of ordinary people in apparently ordinary places. Something in me seemed to shift into a slightly different focus, a blurring of narrow ‘rock hard’ reality into a wider & more elastic focus – it left me curious & questioning & somehow primed for the book, that for me, it flowed into, which was

The Mystery of the White Lions by Linda Tucker. In the space of about two weeks I absorbed ideas & information that took this lady ten years to uncover & write. A combination of shamanic journey & scientific research were profoundly combined with an insatiable thirst for knowledge. I loved the fact that this powerful journey was undertaken by a woman & that it’s focus was an acknowledgment of & attempt at, an integration of two worlds that have been too long parted.

This book is incredibly in depth & passionate. One of the main messages is that lions are inextricably linked with human kind & should they die out humanity could not exist. Very brash claims you may say, & certainly I can neither prove nor disprove. What I have found is that lions & humanity go back a bloody long way together. Interestingly royalty of many lines have had an extensive love affair with them.

For starters let’s look at the sphinx, that world renowned combo of human & lion – we all know it, it’s been educated into us all our lives. But perhaps all is not as it appears for it seems that once upon a time the sphinx may have been all lion, with the beastly Egyptian make-over coming at a later date.


Here’s a view we rarely get to see – the rear end of the sphinx – for such masterly craftsmen they sure got their sculpture out of proportion, unless perhaps a mighty lion’s head once rested there.

Before we go any further I want to ask you to do me a small favour.

Just for a moment can you imagine that you have a lion’s heart beating within your chest……… Got it? Ok what is the colour that you see-feel?

All those I have asked so far have had the same answer – ‘gold’.

Reading The Mystery of the White Lions & combining it with my own research led to picture of an incredible trinity – here lies a picture instead of a thousand words

……………Sun – gold – lions……………..

This article is my seriously playful attempt to spin sunbeams, gold & tufts from a lions mane into a magical fabric that might cast some light or at least some questions into a world that I feel sure was made for these things.

For now we return to the Osiris myth & let play begin (if you’re getting confused just hop back to the first part of The Mil-Lion Man & have a speed read through that).

Somewhere along the way while researching the Osiris myth I found myself getting the strangest feeling, or should I say non-feeling about this particular god. The weird thing is I felt nothing, not a damn thing, I just couldn’t get a grip on him at all (rather like how Isis must have felt after his ‘accident’). Anyway there was Isis & the wee lad Horus, but Osiris was very much the absent father. That made me think of another ‘absent father’ – you know Jesus’ dad. Such a similar storyline. It was this quality of zilch that intrigued me. So I decided to play with Osiris – strangely enough when I played with him he really did disappear, or at least I should say he shapeshifted

If you carefully unwrap the bindings of Osiris’ mummy you will find Horus’ mummy, or should I say ‘Isis‘ (sorry couldn’t resist that). What I mean is that the name ‘Osiris’ can be neatly unfolded or picked apart, to read ‘Isis’ + ‘Or’. Those of you familiar with the French language, will recognise that ‘Or’ is French for gold. A bit far fetched you may think, but why not stick with me just for fun.

For starters the whole Osiris myth is dependent on these two ingredients – Isis plus the gold with which she creates the ‘divine spear’ that allows for the one-off creation of Horus – really I can’t think of a more absent, absent father than this one.

Just sticking with the French gold theme for a second, I will point out that the chemical symbol for gold is ‘Au‘ which I believe would be sounded out as ‘or‘ – making the ‘or’ idea a little more ‘awe’some n’est-pas? Remember also that Osiris’ Egyptian name is Ausar – again the Au symbol combined with the golden sound.

Anyway if we can play with Osiris why not play with his orsome son too.

Unfolding Horus we come up with another little gold nugget as Hawkeye shapeshifts into ‘Shu‘ + ‘Or‘. For those not up to speed on Egyptian mythology (I’m at the 0-60 in 3 days category), Shu is Number 2 in the mythological royal lineup. First came the self-created Atum & then as no one was watching (& perhaps just because he could),

Atum performed auto fellatio and spat out Shu (the air) and Tephnut (the moisture).

Shu’s job as the air, was to separate his children, Nut (the sky) from her husband Geb (the earth).

It was said that if he ever was removed from his place, Chaos would come to the Universe

Adding a little tuft of lions mane now to our interweaving, we find that:

Occasionally, when shown with his sister-wife Tefnut, he [Shu] is shown in lion form and the two were known as the “twin lion gods“.

Bearing in mind that Horus is depicted with the head of a bird, a creature at home in the air, this name play is interesting.

Weaving in a few more strands of” lions mane & sunshine we have this

Thanks to ancient Egyptian texts, we now know the Sphinx represents Horemakhet (“Horus of the Horizon“) and is the divine personification of the rising disk of the Sun

& …

Consider our “modern” terms, Horizon and Sun Set. These terms belie their ancient history. Horus-sun (Horizon) was sunrise as Horus was the Egyptian god of light and the day light portion of the 24 hour cycle.” & “He was sometimes pictured as a man with a falcon’s head, or a falcon headed lion. But his most recognizable form is that of a sphinx, or as a ram-headed sphinx.

Next we attach a few more golden threads.

Nebu is the Egyptian symbol of gold. It depicts a golden collar with the ends hanging off of the sides and seven spines dangling from the middle.

Shown above we see a golden Isis kneeling on the Egyptian equivalent of our symbol Au – it looks to me remarkably like a ‘closed eye’ – the Oscar award winning open eye of ancient Egypt belonging of course to Isis’ son, Horus – no surprises there.

“… gold … was considered a divine metal, it was thought to be the flesh of the gods. Its polished surface was related to the brilliance of the sun. Gold was important to the afterlife as it represents aspects of immortality.”

& …

Ancient Egyptians believed that gold was an indestructible and heavenly metal. The sun god, Ra, was often referred to as a mountain of gold. The Royal Tomb, in fact, known as the “House of Gold” (Isis and Nepthys were often depicted on the ends of sarcophagi kneeling on the hieroglyph meaning “gold”)… The Pharaohs of the Old Kingdom were called the “Golden Horus“. The skin of gods and other deities was said to be golden

Lets look at gold a bit because it may be that we have been a great deal too dazzled by the shiny stuff.

It seems to have been around since the year dot & very popular it was too for the special, you know ‘royal’ people. As far back as we seem to be allowed to look, gold has been used for physical adornment or for making knick-knacks, albeit royal knick-knacks. In Egyptian times it was ‘royalty only’ & as much of this post is Egyptianally inclined, we’ll use them as our royal yard stick.

The thing is, it was NOT seen as financially special until the guy who was as rich as himself, Croesus, decided that as he had vast amounts of the stuff, why not make it into a unit of exchange & so a pretty, shiny metal had make-over & went from apparent (we’ll come to that) decorative ornament to an object of multi-cultural & multi-century ‘lust’. It caught on big time & a (gold) star was born. I found it extremely funny to come across a description of Alexander the Great as ‘already being fully familiar with the use of gold as money’ – implying that this was an idea that he had had to ‘get used to’.

Why is it that we have had the value of gold poured down our throats from birth – nothing brings a hungry gleam to the eye quicker than the mention of gold – indeed it should come with a govt’ health warning seeing how it brings on fevers, crazes & rushes.

It has been behind much of the expansion of the world – this never ending quest for gold & yet now as I research I find that it has a made up value. In a sense, as a metal it’s rather useless – pure gold is so soft it could be hammered out into a sheet if you were so inclined. Not a lot of good really, in fact in a sense, ‘worthless’ – so how come it came to rule our world? For a very long time now this world has spun on an axis of gold (money), or perhaps I should say it has spun on our belief & agreement in the value of that ‘gold’ – indeed as a metal it has been worshipped.

Now I return to The Mystery of The White Lions. Linda Tucker sought knowledge from two African shamans, one of these was Credo Mutwa, whom you may know through David Icke’s work. I had seen a video of this guy & was unsure of him, so I kept a wary eye on what he had to say as I read. In the end I found I was touched by most of his words.

In respect to gold he said that it was an ‘entity’. That it’s presence in the bowels of the earth is essential to life, in particular to the flow & purification of water. That besides being a physical metal, it is also a spiritual & a metaphysical metal, & that by mining gold “humanity is enslaved to forces of which they are not even aware“.

Did it become a manufactured value in order to inflame the human heart & drive mankind to rape the earth of this element. (Strangely I had a vision here of humans putting straws into thier veins & drinking their own blood because they were tricked into thinking that by doing so they would live long & prosper). Perhaps the reason such force is needed to mine gold is because it lies where it is meant to lie within the bones (the rocks) of the earth. It is not some fruit waiting to be plucked, instead it belongs to the roots of this world & we have all but pulled most of them up.

I couldn’t help thinking this cave with it’s gold ‘veins’ looked like the insides of a living being.

I have been wondering if the ptb knew that we would undermine our very life force by removing this metal from it’s home in the earth – it would have been far too big & hard a job for them, but easy peasy to sell to the m-asses by getting them to ‘buy’ the idea that gold had financial value. Gold seems to be a good conductor, perhaps it is so much more. I know there are others who have researched gold, but I’ve not read much & am coming at this mainly from an intuitive angle.

So lets play some more.

What if gold is a solidified form of the sun, as ice is a solidified form of water. Bearing in mind that the ancients knew a hell of a lot that we still don’t, it is interesting to find that that the astrological symbol for the sun is the same as the symbol for gold.

The astrological symbol is a circle with a dot in its center – it’s the same symbol for not only the sun”… (get ready to weave a little more lion mane into our fabric) …”but for Leo the Lion, the sun sign, as well as for gold. Gold was believed to be materialized solar rays, the force of life.

The alchemical symbol for gold is also the symbol of the living cell. There you find a nucleus center and a peripheral membrane with an animating vitality in the form of photons – the smallest atomic measure of light – golden sunlight.

In The Mystery of The White Lions, Linda Tucker also ties in the cradle of life with lions, gold & the sun. I don’t want to spoil it for you should you care to read it, but she found a meridian that follows a line from the Sphinx all the way down the body of Africa to Timbavaati in South Africa, the only place in the world where the extremely rare white lions are found. She takes what has perhaps been a very short-sighted focus of the sphinx & pyramids & extends it into what now seems to me to be obvious & grand proportions.

I find again that this article is too big to be contained within this post & my weekend is winding down once again, so I must draw to a close for now, but I would like to leave you with some ‘sound’ & playful ideas.

First off I must defer to Linda Tucker again, who while wondering on the mysteries of lions one night, heard the roar of what was for her, her sacred lion. She explains that unless you have heard the roar of a lion in the wild, you cannot conceive of its power it shakes the ground. Apparently the sound can be heard some five or six miles away. My understanding of her interpretation goes like this- that the sound of a lion’s roar IS the sound of the sun. She also explains that the traditional understanding of the opening of that Oscar award winning screenplay, the Bible, is a little off balance. It is not so much that in the beginning was ‘the word’, rather that it was ‘the vibration’.

So lets play with my favourite new words.

What if lions are greatly favoured by those in the know because of the magic of their sound. Have a look at their sound – lions ‘roar’ – ROAR. Shuffle the letters a little – ‘RO’ is ‘Or’ (Gold) reversed, followed by ‘AR’ which is ‘Ra’ (the Egyptian god of the SUN) – in reverse.

The sound of a lion = Gold + The Sun the holy trinity for this post all rolled into one.

Now I know we are using English (with a bit of French thrown in) & these are are Egyptian names, but I think it’s fairly safe to say that English is the power language these days & I’m damn sure that there are a myriad of secrets contained within it. Egyptian symbology is well & truly at work visually so why not phoenetically & wordily.

I have been using intuition & synchronicity as a guide on much of this golden journey, so I leave you for now with my last nights tale.

I had a headache & felt like blobbing out infront of the tv for a bit. Two of the dvd’s I’d hired on cheap Tuesday, wouldn’t work so I figured I’d take them back & swap them for something else. I combed the aisles but t’was a pretty big load of shite, in the end I found another copy of one of the dvd’s I’d returned, plus I spotted the second Tomb Raider movie (as the first Tomb Raider had sparked the Twinsel Town post, I thought why not & figured my son would enjoy it). As I pulled it out I noticed the dvd that had been sitting at the end of this row & staring me in the face & did a triple take. Right before my eyes & in completely the wrong section was Heath Ledger in the series ROAR.

Now I may be just be very fanciful & it’s true there is still a great deal of information I have not included, but I was blown away. My headache receded with the orsomeness of this personal synch. Note how the the RO (‘Or‘ reversed) is linked together by the tail of the letter R. This event was all the more majestic because the both the non-working dvds that I had come to return were episodes of a NZ show I’d been watching for research called the Lion Man.

The very first series had included a trip to South Africa where our kiwi Lion Man had located a white lion to bring back to NZ to assist in the breeding programme, as well as an interview with Linda Tucker, author of The Mystery of the White Lions.

Again & again I have come across synchs like this in my recent research travels & yet I can not say what is sacred & what is not. I have not always found synchronicity to be ‘friendly’. I think they are guidelines, & show us the orsome power of intense focus, but our journey is still a day by day event & our eyes need to be wide open.

A last bit of leonine fun & conjecture-

The word ‘roar’ is the noun for the sound that a lion makes – its signature tune perhaps. But what about the actual vibration – well I tried it out loud & in the process scared the shit out of the cat.

The sound I made was Raaa – bloody hell I thought that sound is the name of the Ancient Egytptian sun god ‘Ra’– could his name or the sound of it be the actual beginning word? They do say the best place to hide things is in plain sight.

It’s also interesting that the golden girl Isis is credited with tricking Ra into revealing his ‘secret name’ – perhaps the name he told her was Raaa (a kind of triple A rating). Is this why she used a golden solar accessory for conceiving Horus & would that make Horus the son of the sun & just why are those two words sounded the same?

All this & more will be answered in the next episode of The mil-Lion Man (actually they might not be, I just felt like saying that)

………………………..To Be Continued

March 7, 2009. Uncategorized. 20 comments.