I’ve been residing in the heart of Central London now for about two weeks…
Allowing it’s cold grey skies, its grimy subways and city streets, its regal and foreboding majesty, to steep into my spirit like a dark fog, drinking in its mysteries with care… not to let them burn this fresh tongue.
London… Land of the Dark Father!
Seat of The Empire, Global Imperialism
My relationship with this incredible city began at the inception of Purpose in my life.
A young artist and mystic…
Fighting to protect her gifts
From the soul-sucking throws
Of the middle class
And the pressures of ecomic survival in America.
Desperately grasping at dreams
That seemed to escape so quickly
Through the traumatized fractures
Of my unintegrated mind & body…
Quaking at the Herculean task…
Of how to fulfill my purpose?
When my own soul
Was barely tethered to this body?
And I had to desperately ply for every integration, against all odds?
I saw myself as frail and naive (because I was)
Easily exploited (because I had been)
Too trusting. Dreamy. Ungrounded.
Yet filled with treasures so vast and beautiful…
It’s as if the wealth of my own mystery called you in.
Like it once called you to all four corners of the world
Seeking out the Mysteries of the Grail:
London came to me.
Like a Strong Knight…
And a Magistrate…
And a King…
All in one.
Bequeathing me its power
To conquer my circumstances
And claim the territory of my Purpose
As my own.
London gave me URL’s and business names…
And introduced me to the industry of my Calling…
Connected me to colleagues and coaches…
Taught me to hold my own with the players of the world.
In the bosom of Her Majesty…
I was held in white light eruptions of Wealth…
As Psychic Surgeons fused ancient fissures
In the Fabric of my Consciousness.
And restored the Chalice Well of my Integirty.
London gave me Sovereignty.
The ability to claim the territory of my Purpose as my own.
To rule the landscape of my gifts with Order.
And now, she is doing the same thing
For my body, and health and relational life.
There is something in the land here that few remember, but many seek
A nexus point. An epicenter.
Where many lines of power across the Earth converge.
Some say, where ALL lines of power exist
Within a microcosmic Heart.
I see WHY this land became the seat of Imperialism.
I see WHY so many people around the world might reject its gift…
Because to work with its magic…
Is to become the Epicenter of All Things
And many have abused that Power.
To work with the Caludron of London’s Influence…
We must deeply resolve…
The Wounds of the Father.
You might think I mean the Shadows of Patriarchy & Imperialism
(And I do)
But… long before England was an empire.
Long before the Romans and the Northmen and the Germanic Tribes and other Invaders sought to conquer its shores.
It was STILL the Land of the Dark Father.
Held by powerful Druids…
Who guarded this Gateway
With the most fearsome of Magic’s
Because they knew…
He who holds the Isle, holds the Cauldron of the world.
And many might use that influence for ill cause.
Coming to this land…
Visiting it’s epic Power Centers…
Is to journey with the Imposing Father Energy which protects its shores.
Wounds of the Father may cause you to reject its influence.
But if you clear them, the full Masculine Power initiations exist here as well.
Grandfather Time lives here.
That Old Saturnal Wisdom Keeper…
Who – like a bearded wizard – shows us the discipline it takes to master the Path of Power.
And of course, Anubis – My Love! –
Gatekeeper of the Underworld…
Tests those seeking initiation.
Stands guard before the Vortex.
“Have you faced and healed your shadows?”
“Do you trust yourself with Power?”
Many walk away in terror of the visions he unfolds.
For me, London has always brought immense amounts of Light into my life.
But then again…
I faced my initiations with the Dark Brotherhood long before I ever arrived on these shores.
The truth is…
The Austere Patriarchy which exists here protects something extremely precious (and deeply feminine) which I discussed on this seminar.
Anyone with present, past life or ancestral connection to this land may find this valuable and intriguing.
– > Come here to alchemize The Father Wound.
– > Come here to embody the full majesty of the Warrior-King.
– > Come here to reclaim the masculine energy you lost through trauma and repurpose it to protect your own treasures, your own deep mysteries, and sacred feminine essence.
* Sidenote *
I was held in Customs & Immigration for over 4 hours when I arrived on this trip on account of a machete I brought with me from Guatemala.
Watching a group of 6 Border Patrol officers trying to decide whether to let me into this country…
Looking back and forth between between my petite, blonde body and my bag of blades and corsets and oils and witchcrafts was pretty hilarious.
I kept flashing back to my lifetimes as a Pagan Warrior on these shores.
Yeah, Romans! The witch is back!!!!!