Today, 24 February, is the 29th anniversary of my father's death.
This poem emerged from him through me for you.
His name was Arthur, Art for short.
Read the poem below or watch me recite it live by clicking here (with a little visit from my dog Riley!).
Magdalene speaks:
His final word.
His final breath.
Resting now.
Lest we forget.
From Mount Carmel hospital
to Mount Venus grave.
Dublin mountains,
Art The Brave!
Resurrection.
Death to life.
A visitation
Late one night.
My disbelief turned to grief
In that moment,
bereft,
I knew you were gone.
You teach me now,
your earthen daughter.
You bless me with
your holy waters
of wisdom, knowledge,
ancient teachings.
These are the prayers
from all his preachings.
I feel your presence
Stronger than ever
I love you deeper
Now and forever.
19 years
we lived together
at home in Dublin
whatever the weather!
Together we’ll write
the book from our hearts.
Divine father,
holy child.
Egyptian mysteries
Magdalene sisters
Cathars, Essenes
and of course the witches!
Filling the gaps
of what was omitted.
Correcting the distortions
of what was scripted.
Stuck souls thawed
with dragons breath.
Released, healed
home to source.
Emerald hearts shall rise again.
Five months after your final breath,
You saved me from undoubtable death.
So with my breath of life I speak
of resurrection. We’re diving deep!
Into the mysteries,
wisdom and gnosis.
Resurrecting the truth
of what was stolen.
Art responds:
With golden crown
and wings of Isis
I Knight you now
Sweet Magdalena.
Priestess, witch, holy daughter.
Resurrection Teachings.
You are the sorcerer.
Dissolving density.
Ascending consciousness.
Born anew.
Rebirth young daughter.
5D Tara.
7D Gaia.
Return to love.
Your heart’s desire.
In the temple of Dendera,
Mother Mary, Hathor, Isis,
Here we wait
for you.
Brigid’s Flame: Magdalene flame.
Your inner flame
That guides forever.
We are the Magdalenes.
We’re back together!
All that was suppressed,
distorted
resting on unlikely altars.
Reclaim that gnosis.
Tabernacle flung wide open.
Now reclaim what was stolen.
Golden chalice, water, wine,
his bread; my body,
all that’s divine.
We come in peace,
to correct the story
We come in glory.
We are the story.
Yeshua walked
upon these lands.
Apostles dear,
reach out your hand.
Magdalene sisters,
blood red.
Resurrecting souls,
living and dead.
Be not afraid,
I go before you.
Divine Fathers,
we adore you.
Follow me.
Home to source
Follow the flame.
Eye of Horus.
Cruxification wasn’t that pleasant.
Humanity’s deepest darkest oppression.
Power over or source connection?
Please pay very careful attention.
We are here.
We hold the flame.
The way of the rose
Golden grail.
Inner union
with the mysteries.
Golden rose.
Resurrection.
Magdalene sisters
Surround you now.
Step forth. Be brave.
Sweet Magdalena.
Join me in lighting a candle today for Art and all who have lost loved ones to the spirit world. Brigid's flame burns bright in their memory.
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Le grá / with love,
Eimear x