Zombies thrive and live on the living because they are DEAD inside.
There is one woman that I can always go back to. My personal hero.
I have lived in Ulster twice. Once as a serving soldier. Once as a “wife of” a serving soldier.
About 3 years ago when the hatred began against me on yt, a certain person made a video and in the live chat (after I’d talked here several times about Dolores) chatters were saying how a woman in the video looked so much like that girl from the Cranberries.
I may be a freaking freak but I have (like my father) a photographic memory.
Dolores O’Riordan was sexually abused by her local CATHOLIC priest.
Her mother refused to believe her.
I never told my parents about my abuse. I’d’ve been hit from here to kingdom come.
I’ve spent too long doing this stuff. Just to have it all ripped apart by the “We Always Win” crew.
Nah. Not any more, mes braves.
Go back. Go way, way back to my posts from 2018/2019 when I tear the Romans apart. Especially Julius Caesar and all that crap.
HIS – story is real. It’s all HIS Story. When you dive deep into Fomenko and New Chronology and actually try to debunk them for over a decade. You’ll understand from whence I come.
Who drove a Spear into Christ’s side when he was on the cross?
And WHO one was of the killers of Julius Caesar?
Et tu Bruti?
Et tu Gaius Cassius Longinus?
And none of this has anything to do with Russia – the country as we know it today.
AEWAR has fallen down the same hole, methinks.
And yes. I’m overly sensitive right now. That’s the lot of a REAL EMPATH who FEELS every single knife/arrow/spear on their soul.
Apparently Herr A. Hitler was desperate to obtain the Spear of Destiny so that he could have magical power uber alles. And we all know how that ended. Follow a MYTH, disprove a myth.
NC postulates that the man known as Julius Caesar is a “reflection” of the myth known as “Jesus.”
I’m in my own private Circle of Hell chez Dante right now.
Or just keep on taking the piss out of me.
So over y’all :o)
P.S. Try looking into Wagner and Parsifal or Wolfram von Eschenbach’s Parzival or The Bleeding Spear of the Grail Castle or The Fisher King with his thigh stuck by a spear or Chiron the wounded or ? ? ?
My maternal family have been in Norfolk for centuries. We KNOW this via my second cousin Janet who did the whole family ancestry thing in church/parish/family/public records.
Why the excitement?
Ha. Twofold excitement.
I know a little about the History of my country. Even Roman History.
The ancient Catalans or Catalauni were one of the founding peoples of Gaul. However, in this article we will find that they were also from the British Isles. The supposed British tribe of the Catuvellauni or Catuvellans, is actually a branch of the people of the Catalauni or Catalans of Gaul that split due to the arrival of the people of the Belgians in their territory, in the area of the current Champagne (former Catalan or Catalaunian Plains).
The Catuvellauni were a Norfolk Tribe of “Ancient Brits”
Then we have the link with Norfolk and an ongoing obsession of mine (if you’ve been with me from the start, you’ll know this)
Annie and Dave are fabby famous. So this song is Known by many.
Kelvin Kyte? And why bring him into it?
PAY ATTENTION to the music video. Read the below. And work IT OUT yo’self. FFS.
Thttps://www.bookseries.org/series/the-cold-calling/he characters are real people with real issues and the mysteries are dissected and solved in ways that make sense for a crime fiction story. However, the books are also heavily steeped in the supernatural.
Rickman, the author, understands religions and lore and folktales, and whatever he doesn’t know he researches thoroughly. This shows in The Cold Calling.
The series revolves around the experiences of Bobby Maiden, Marcus Bacton, Sister Anderson, and Cindy.
Cindy is a cross-dressing Shaman. When readers encounter him in the first novel (The Cold Calling), Cindy is certain that a landlady’s daughter was killed by the same person who took the life of William Rufus a long time ago.
Because of a lack of concrete evidence, no one gives Cindy’s ramblings any consideration and that, in turn, drives Cindy to undertake his own investigation.
Bobby Maiden is one of the police officers that choose to ignore Cindy’s claims, and for good reason. Bobby’s life is unraveling. Not only did his marriage implode but he discovered evidence pinning his boss to a corruption case.
When the boss in question retaliates, Bobby actually dies, only to revive a little while later. For Sister Anderson, death is nothing new. And as far as she knows, most people that return to the world of the living typically report visions of a bright light.
But for Bobby, the afterlife was a nightmare, and even after he revives, he cannot find peace. Terrible dreams torment him. If that wasn’t enough, Bobby knows that his boss will orchestrate another accident the first chance he gets.
So when Sister Anderson, a nurse that was miraculously healed and whose own healing powers brought him back to life, offers him sanctuary, Bobby accepts.
It is through Anderson that Bobby meets Marcus, a student of the supernatural, and Grayle Underhill, an American journalist who writes a New Age column in the New Yorker.
Grayle, Cindy, Bobby, Anderson, and Marcus must band together to overcome the mystical source of their respective challenges.
The Cold Calling series tells their story. Each novel follows the distinct journeys of the individual characters as they pull away from one another and then snap back together, forced to reconnect by unexpected circumstances.
BEST THE COLD CALLING BOOKS
These novels are most commonly commended for their magnetic characters and grounded exploration of incredible paranormal occurrences, with some of the best books in the series including:
The Cold Calling: Marcus lives in the ruin of an ancient castle. His life is hardly ordinary. After all, his housekeeper saw the Virgin Mary at a prehistoric burial mound.
When a television archaeologist buys the burial mound and then attempts to acquire the ancient castle, Marcus wants to fight back.
However, distractions keep pushing their way into his life. Chief amongst them is Bobby Maiden. The DI was killed by his corrupt boss. But then sister Anderson, a nurse, and alternative healer brought him back.
Now he is plagued by frightening dreams. Anderson brings Bobby to Marcus because she thinks he can help the police officer.
Meanwhile, Cindy, a ventriloquist, is certain that a serial killer is on the loose. However, he has no proof and no one will listen to him.
SIDE NOTE :
I have not counted the number of times that Phil/Will has had a pop at Richard Dawkins in his many novels.
But enough to tell us what he thinks of this #famous person/darwinian/atheist.
Back to Annie and Dave AND Stranger Danger. Gotta love past insults :o)
I’ve studied both the art and the craft of writing for decades but everything I’ve read and/or written boils down to one single Universal Truth.
THE HERO’S JOURNEY.
This is the meaning of life. To live that journey.
Joseph Campbell was a great mentor via his books. Robert Graves too. And Myth & Legend. And the Tarot.
Everything in our lives is predicated on The Journey and how we choose to travel.
This journey ALWAYS starts with THE FOOL. The blithe young soul wearing the motley, with a bindle on his shoulder, the rose of love in his hand and a faithful dog at his heels as he steps over the cliff into the unknown.
The Journey always ends with The World. A circle. A Naked Woman and the Tetramorph (the four elements or the Four Evangelists or…)
It is a completed cycle.
Within this journey we face so much. So many trials. The Magic. The Spirit. The Love. The Strength. The Forward. The Backward. The Death. The Rebirth. The Devil. The Angel. The Destruction. The Rebuilding. Justice. Judgement. Light. Dark. Hope. Failure. Loss. Gain.
George Lucas wrote Star Wars based on Joseph Campbell’s Hero With a Thousand Faces.
Luke is the fool. The little man with a strange voice (Obi wan?) is the Magician. Leia is the High Priestess. Darth is just one letter away from DEATH. And Vader is an anagram of RAVED.
I see this within my own life. Though – I just keep going back to The Sacred Fool (Heyoka) and Death is a given.
If you don’t know the books – this is Laurence Robinson’s Redemption song in the Merrily Watkins books.
Lol spent time in a psych ward after being falsely accused of raping an underage girl. His (fictional) song Heavy Medication Day tells of the torment that Dr. Gascoigne put him through with drugs to shut him up.
As the series progresses, bit by bit, we see Lol redeem himself through music and his Boswell (Lute of the Frome) guitar.
With the help of Merrily and Jane and the dead Lucy Devenish – who introduced Jane to Lol and was a mentor to both of them.
Laurence Robinson (fictional) via Phil Rickman (real) sings.
P.S. Hazey Jane was…oh, read or listen to the books. I recommend the Merrily books read by Emma Powell.
As the image of one of my bookshelves above shows – I don’t google my knowledge, I read deeply and have done all my life.
Eliphas Levi is an enigma to me.
BAPHOMET Supposedly worshiped by the Templars and said to be the Horned God of the Witches Sabbat, Baphomet was the inspiration for the devil figure in the film The Devil Rides Out (A DENNIS WHEATLEY BOOK!!!!!!!!). This items are based upon the illustration of Baphomet which appeared in the book Transcendental Magic by the 19th century occultist Eliphas Levi. Levi describes the image thus:- The Sabbatic Goat. The Baphomet of Mendes.
A pantheistic and magical figure of the Absolute. The torch placed between the two horns represents the equilibrating intelligence of the triad. The goat’s head, which is synthetic, and unites some characteristics of the dog, bull and ass, represents the exclusive responsibility of matter and the expiation of bodily sins in the body.
The hands are human, to exhibit the sanctity of labour; they make the sign of esotericism above and below, to impress mystery on initiates, and they point at two lunar crescents, the upper being white and the lower black, to explain the correspondences of good and evil, mercy and justice. The lower part of the body is veiled, portraying the mysteries of universal generation, which is expressed solely by the symbol of the caduceus.
The belly of the goat is scaled and should be coloured green; the semicircle above should be blue; the plumage, reaching to the breast, should be of various hues. The goat has female breasts, and thus its only human characteristics are those of maternity and toil, otherwise the signs of redemption.
On its forehead, between the horns and beneath the torch, is the sign of the Microcosm, or the Pentagram with one point in the ascendant, symbol of human intelligence, which, placed thus below the torch, makes the flame of the latter an image of divine revelation.
I feel that he was trying to bring true knowledge to us all. Sadly his works have been read and re-directed towards “the dark side.”
Say Baphomet to any one and they’ll all cry out in horror…..Get Thee Behind Me, Satan.
Yet – Baphomet and the Green Man of British legend are (maybe) one and the same.
I have a clay depiction of The Green Man hanging on my kitchen wall. To me he is the essence of nature, healing, freedom, love and beauty.
Why is his image carved into so many of our churches and cathedrals?
Why horned? Why Horny? Who was Herne the Hunter? Why is he so closely associated with Robin Hood?
D’ya not all have a teeny hint that we’ve been programmed against the Good, The True & The Beautiful? (BB quote)
That’s how I know them. Most write Gallowglass but…whatever. We are all Different.
I’M NOT :o)
Sorry. That’s my immediate response to the phrase, We are All Different.
Anyway and whatever. Let’s go to the font of ALL Knowledge for a description.
The gallowglasses (also spelled galloglass, gallowglas or galloglas; from Irish: gall óglaigh meaning foreign warriors) were a class of elite mercenarywarriors who were principally members of the Norse-Gaelic clans of Ireland between the mid 13th century and late 16th century. Originally applied to Scots, who shared a common background and language with the Irish, but as they were descendants of 10th-century Norse settlers who had intermarried with the local population in western Scotland, the Irish called them Gall Gaeil (“foreign Gaels”).
That’d be Scottish. Norse. Irish. Warriors.
And Albrecht Durer? ? ?
Bruce is with The Bruce who knew all about the Gallowglas and went to them for help way back in 1315 (or so they say!)
Whatever timeline or name or place or whatever – the essence is ALWAYS the same.
When in need – Call 0800 VIKING/GAEL/SCOT to fight for y’all :o)
The quote above belongs to ME now. As in, I’ve come to fully own it through experience.
And I WILL stand by it.
To be hated for what we ARE is so much better than the lie. In my opinion.
Something that I’ve never talked about fully is being psychic, or whatever label you want to call it. I prefer the old label – SEER.
Clairsentience is real.
It is also a road to hell when you blurt out unwanted truths…like me. All the time. Ooops.
Growing up with other family members who denied their “real” because they were too afraid to step away from Societal Norms might’ve made me swing the pendulum a bit too far the other way.
When you are having a wonderful conversation with someone and you suddenly, innocently blurt out – How many Children Have You Had? Things start to get very tricky. Very fast. That’s how I know about her appalling childhood.
It opened a wound deeply buried yet still raw and bleeding at the time.
She’s all but healed from it now that it’s no longer a dark secret. TRUTH.
I’d rather be hated or avoided than FAKE LOVED. Thank you :o)
I’m onto another listen of this Phil Rickman book.
Maybe my third listen/read.
That’s why I love this writer soooo bloody much. You miss 99% first time and 59% next time.
BTW : I get stretches of time to do this stuff here that last from seconds to maybe 20 minutes. I’ve been watching BB since about 8 am and we are now almost 4pm. He’s triggered me again.
WHO T F is Richard Hawkins?
Phil Rickman hates him….via his characters.
TO DREAM OF THE DEAD is the latest instalment in this series set in Ledwardine, a fictional Herefordshire village in the Welsh borders featuring female vicar and local exorcist Merrily Watkins and her pagan teenage daughter Jane.
As the book opens in the run up to Christmas, the river is starting to burst its banks, and Ledwardine is in danger of flooding. Village tension is also mounting, as the excavation of historic standing stones is putting a spanner in the works of local bigwigs’ plans to redevelop Coleman’s meadow for executive housing. Bumptious TV architect Blore plus camera crew are in charge of the excavation, and Jane and the local council are shut out. In the meantime, a local politician is found dead in a particularly gruesome manner in a deserted Hereford monastery, with traces left on the body related to another historical find, the Dinedor serpent. As this local politician approved the building of a new road on the site of the serpent, the local environmentalist and pagan community come under suspicion. Merrily’s old friend, DI Franny Bliss however suspects rather more prosaic motives are behind the murder, and despite his superior officer, “Ice Maiden” Annie Howe’s disapproval, starts to cast around the political fraternity for further information. Despite herself, Merrily becomes involved in the investigation as the victim’s widow is a friend of her colleague, diocese secretary Sophie, and because the police see her daughter Jane as a vital source of information regarding the pagan community under suspicion. Merrily also feels under professional pressure when she finds out that an aggressively atheist author in the mould of Richard Dawkins has moved into the area under a false name.
TO DREAM OF THE DEAD has a slightly different feel to earlier books in the series as the emphasis is more upon the police investigation than upon Merrily’s unusual work as the local exorcist. But in other respects it is business as usual. Phil Rickman manages to neatly reconcile the various strands of plot to provide a satisfying, dramatic conclusion, and characterisation and dialogue are sharp and witty; the author provides a neat satire on village life in the “new Cotswolds” and the relationships between local inhabitants and the newcomers who attempt to gentrify the area. I look forward to further books in this series, but do hope that the next book has more of a focus on Merrily and the spiritual and potentially supernatural elements behind crime and traumatic events.
Laura Root, England January 2009
Personal Disclaimer : I have utter faith in FAITH. I don’t do RELIGION.
Whoooa. Rick Daw has hit a bit of a wobbly point in so many today?