AOS Space Station Phoenix 180:17:15:23 Message Begins:
Hello and good day to all of you on the fair Earth. I am Drune, and yes I was named after a certain Celtic god who slaughtered a thousand dragons to prove his love to a mortal maiden or something to that nature. Anyway, I decided months ago to go on a quest of sorts, to find the meaning of life and gain esoteric wisdom from those who have gone on before. Chalk it up to boredom I guess, but life on a space station can be pretty lonely at times. Anyway, I began on my pilgrimage to tap these paranormal resources and be enlightened.
Through the mystic medium of the séance, certain oddments of knowledge were revealed. With the help of my two colleagues, Ashara and Boudicca, I attempted to contact the Otherworld and bring back to our reality any knowledge previously unknown. Whether the topics are profane, trivial or spectacular, the spirit world hopefully will reveal a little more truth about what lies beyond this veil we call reality. Excitement and intensity ruled our hearts as we raced to metaphysical frontiers never before explored.
We were able to acquire a couple of old Doors music discs and a pair of pants reportedly thrown into the crowd by Jim himself during a show in Miami in the late 1960's as conduits to the myth. And with the help of my grandmother's dust-covered book of shadows and a notched oak Ouija board, we then proceeded with caution. These are quotes we received from Jim Morrison, from beyond the grave, during a recent séance held at Lunar Station One on the dark side of the moon.
Q. "What are some of the prophetic visions revealed by the Goddess at Fatima and Petra?"
A. "Some bard my children, some freakin' bard from the transcendental Isle of Avalon once discussed a vision he had experienced. He said he saw the face of an earth-bound Goddess rising out of the ocean, drifting quietly. He said he saw the return of a star-faced holy man who called himself the Lizard King ascending from the grave as some sort of soul impressionist, a pale, bardic god to the doom generation. He looked up and saw the sky before him. And in the sky he saw angels shivering in the clouds from the cold rain of the approaching storm. He reached out and caressed nature's aggression. He planted his seed in the raven-haired goddess of Babylon, and from their union he saw nothing good!"
Q. "What is the most important thing we as mortals can possess while we exist here in this realm?"
A. "Memories, my love children. Memories are the way mortals can grasp the reigns of immortality if but for a fleeting moment. Song, poetry and spoken word are the ways we can tell our memories to those that would listen, even in darkened times. The muse can only live as long as you allow her to live in your heart. The fluid motion of time allows the muse to navigate silently pass us unseen if we do not open our eyes."
Q. "Is there anything else that you would like to offer today's generations?"
A. "In the season of the future foregoing much will be decided. I have been to the rim of reality and I have tasted the sweet milk from the bosom of the cosmic nemeton. I have felt the lost mojo dangling in the winds of fate and I have fell to my knees and prayed to the horned goddess of the Philistines. Upon her supple breasts I have slumbered for an aeon and a day as she ceaselessly milks me of my……..."
Unfortunately the séance was cut short at that point due to static interference from sun spots. Or was it more of a matter of certain influences not wanting the truth to be revealed? We may never know.
So we waited for the sunspots to cease. I sat down and developed another strategy on how to properly approach the spirit world. It was decided to go after another soul entity of musical fame, John Lennon. This was determined due to the assumed insight he had into all things spiritual and the fact that we were afraid to disturb Jimi Hendrix.
We met at a friend's abode on the Io colony space station. It had been proven that sunspots could not effect radio or remote viewing transmissions beyond the asteroid belt and therefore we would not have to worry about untimely interruptions. We first burned a Yoko Ono album on an altar of Martian-mined obsidian and sang the song 'Imagine' in Gregorian chant mode and waited until Jupiter's huge storm cluster, the 'red-eyed cyclopes' as it is called, lined parallel to our summoning altar. Praising John's ways of peace we called upon the musician's restless soul to come and speak to us.
The following is the wisdom that we received from John Lennon, from beyond the grave, during the ritual s&ecute;ance. Remember we are professional clairvoyants, licensed by the Moon Council of the Iron Palm, so please do not try this at home.
Q. "So tell me who or what was making all those crop circles a few years ago in the English countryside, was it aliens or ghostly apparitions?"
A. "Well now, that is a rather complicated affair. I suppose it could be a bunch of drunk Cornish pixies if you believe in fairy folk and all that. The Celts believed that somewhere in Cornwall was a some sort of doorway into their realm. All those panther sightings since the late 1980s around Exmoor and all, its just nothing but a bunch of drunk pixies on holiday shooting up old man Pendarvis's sheep. I remember once when the Beatles were just starting out we took a gig over in Cardiff. I saw a crop circle formation in the wheat fields on the way into town. Wales is very ancient and mystical place you know."
Q. "Wow, was it of any particular design or was it just a bunch of spirals and swirls?"
A. "I'm not sure if it had a pattern to it or not. Some woman told me that she thought it looked like Mick Jagger. Another person said that it looked like two ravens copulating. She said that it must represent the ancient symbol of the Morrigan, the Queen of war and magic in the Celtic mythos."
Q. "You speak a lot of the Celts, have you met any of their gods while on the other side?"
A. "Well, yes actually I have but I'm not at liberty to say any more than that, the Beltane Laws and all you know."
Q. "You studied many ancient religions and Eastern philosophies while you lived in the prime world which one would you recommend and why?"
A. "Well, Shamanism, Daoism and Taoism are a very good faith bases, so is Buddhism, but then again, most of the "isms" are good. You ever ponder why it is that a Mandelbrot pattern's dark middle region looks like a Buddha image tilted sideways. I mean right there is something profound. It's the fingerprint of God, the basis for the cosmic code."
Q. "Mr. Lennon, do you have any prophecies or omens that you would like to reveal to us here today?"
A. "Sorry, don't have anything more to tell you at this time. Why don't you try contacting Nostradamus. Maybe he could assist you."
Q. "Thank you very much, maybe I will do just that. Any last thoughts?"
A. "Love one another. Try and see beyond your corporeal veil to find the spiritual, and most of all beware of all politicians! For they tread softly in the garden of obsidian and suckle upon the poisonous rose petals dropped by a soulless Queen of anathema."
After the encounter we were more confused than ever, yet we were also more informed. The Io colony location provided a good place for practicing this type of spiritual remote viewing. But not all went well.
Attempts to make contact with the legendary bassist and songwriter of the Sex Pistols, Sid Vicious, resulted in multiple wavelengths of caustic feedback and indecipherable, static ridden shrieks about a peculiar holiday called "Walloon's Day of Wind." At least that was all that I was able to determine. The recording has been passed on to linguistic experts at the Martian Colony Center for Phonetic Studies in hopes that they may be able to determine as to what language he was speaking in. An educated guess would say that Sid was ranting in a Germanic-Slavic dialect known as Wendish, but we will have to wait and see.
As for the next project me and my team shall endeavor to discover just exactly what are those ancients artifacts coming from the "now forbidden" regional area of the Martian surface known as the 'Cydonian Plane.' And why it is that both the United Solar Space Agency and the military industrial complex are being so secretive about their existence.
So until next time this is Drune, you're spiritual guide to the stars, bars and other forms of dark matter, saying, keep wishing upon a distant nebula and never stop weaving your dreaming rune.
Message Ends LOS Space Station Phoenix 180:17:26:01 No further transmissions received.
Thus far, Lloyd has published well over 250 articles, short stories and poems. His writings have been published in 23 countries and translated into 17 languages, including Welsh, Chinese, Romanian, Croat, Malay and Tamil. He is an editor with a seat on the editorial board of the horror and fantasy ezine: The Harrow, (www.theharrow.com). In addition to his Harrow duties, he is also a monthly poetry contributor and mythology research columnist for The Outer Rim science fiction and fantasy magazine .
He also has several short stories and three online poetry chapbooks "Weaving The Nebula Rune" "The Bard's Night Song" and "Midnight In The Garden of Obsidian" on the ezine, The Lost Ages Chronicle.
Lloyd is a member of Chiaroscuro, the Horror Writers Association, the National Writers Association, the Academy of American Poets, Science Fiction South Africa, the British Science Fiction Association, the Science Fiction Club Deutschland, the Mythopoeic Society and the Dalriada Celtic Heritage Trust in Scotland. He is also a sponsoring member of the Foundation for Shamanic Studies. He is an M.A. in Indo-European Studies and he is currently working on a Ph.D.
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