Quiet

I have had no emails, no contact with anyone - feeling like a hermit.
All the order are preparing for the upcoming time of ancestral reverence - and understandably, we are all on edge regarding the decisions that OoO are planning.
what ARE they up to?

Losing my head...

On this day, we honour one who was able to continue what he believed in, despite death.

I fear for Sunday week - I am unable to make the journey for my continuations of protection over VS - yet something is needed to be done - Heaven - send me willing hands of light!

The Interior Castle

"...a most beautiful crystal globe, made in the shape of a castle, and containing seven mansions, in the seventh and innermost of which was the King of Glory, in the greatest splendour, illumining and beautifying them all. The nearer one got to the centre, the stronger was the light; outside the palace limits everything was foul, dark and infested with toads, vipers and other venomous creatures."


May the light shine bright for those fighting such foulness in the world.

Images

Orpheus has posted a video. Our group research may be able to help with some detailing at the beginning - it is the house next to Linnell's. Wyldes close.

They are doing something with an image recorder? Why?

Sterling

WHAT does he plant who plants a tree?        
He plants a friend of sun and sky;
He plants the flag of breezes free;
The shaft of beauty, towering high.
He plants a home to heaven anigh
For song and mother-croon of bird
In hushed and happy twilight heard —
The treble of heaven's harmony —
These things he plants who plants a tree.

What does he plant who plants a tree?        
He plants cool shade and tender rain,
And seed and bud of days to be,
And years that fade and flush again;
He plants the glory of the plain;
He plants the forest's heritage;
The harvest of a coming age;
They joy that unborn eyes shall see —
These things he plants who plants a tree.

What does he plant who plants a tree?        
He plants, in sap and leaf and wood,
In love of home and loyalty
And far-cast thought of civic good —
His blessing on the neighborhood
Who in the hollow of His hand
Holds all the growth of all our land —
A nation's growth from sea to sea
Stirs in his heart who plants a tree.

The sun has set on the holy day

Three sunrises are known to be pure.
The fourth, on the Thursday morn, will be decided by those who venture to Albion's capital.
I hope I can trust those who are coming to intervene as best as they can.
And yes, Oborot, I name you - I know you watch my actions - but know this:

Not all of darkness is in shadow; some light may be found yet...

4 September

I ask the Rose of Viterbo to help us resist the flames of darkness that flicker ahead in time, that come forth in a third-year hence.
Please, let others come and join our crusade. Before the moons wane even more and create darkness forever more.
So be it.

Friends, if you are of truth in your heart, join our crusades against the darkness - assist those that carry lanterns to banish shadow. Not many have come forth - I ask all that read this to contact me by my email. Thank you.

Ten days

Why has it taken so long for me to post again? Things have gotten very complicated and yet have, in their own way, become so so simple.
I asked for more recruits, more to help our cause. More came.
And now I pause - why?

Fear. Fear is a very odd thing - to ask someone to put themselves, their lives, on the line for what? Something that almost seems fictional at times - we are a gathering of people who put themselves between a highly funded organisation and humanity. We get no reward, no-one knows of us apart from the organisation itself and those we call allies.

So trust and fear.

Please, you have me email. Ask me again about our cause, our activities, and I will tell you. Nothing being held back. Everyone is in agreement - it does not matter what the organisation know we know - they know it already. So our best hope is in sharing our knowledge.

So why not just post it direct here? Knowledge is still dangerous and by posting it publicly I'd endanger many who would not know what they'd get into. If you email me from this point, you are signing up to being one of us. Prepared to travel to save humanity. To research and not just watch. Our members are world-wide as well, just not as numerous, not as resourced. But we have what they do not - the light of truth.

Two emails

I have been asked about time and meaning in emails recently - I was under the impression that Orpheus would have at least explained the tasks required of the new assistants to them before signing them up.

I was wrong.

With less than five months before everything we know as a humanity changing, I alone have to ensure that everyone in the places they are needed know what to do, to close the gates that are open and to seal all in its place.
One slip, one mistake and the world will be as Joel explains in his second chapter.

What to do? The pressures on me are immense, yet I know that the Poplar is not just silvered but has branches across the world. Hopefully other buds will shoot up and soon - as much will be needed from everyone if each gate is to be closed in time.

The first time of testing, that of the balance, draws ever closer, and from that point on day succumbs to night.
Who to trust? Do I just reveal the gate locations to all who ask? Set some sort of challenge to prove worth?

I will think of this tonight, asking for guidance from those that have fallen to the Order in the past, both after and before the death of our founder.

Please, ancestors and friends - help me...

13 pieces

The man with the lyre has told me how he seeks to unite thirteen people, the number required for the tasks they will have at hand. more would be beneficial, obviously, but one person cannot be in two places at once, hence the minimum.
I just hope they pass his task. Sabine would approve of the academic nature of the task, especially with his love of Latin and the stars. Myself, I just long for all of this to be over, and to close all doors for good.

Lughnasadh

It has been a quiet one this year. After the change over of staff and the examinings of that which has been predicted, the world seems different, slightly out of shift. The fore-warned times of darkness are soon to be upon us, but one of us, he they call the bard, has started to recruit.
Hopefully they will find us. Goodness knows we need as many as we can get...

If you have found this blog, or been invited here by someone, then you
understand that research is not enough anymore. Our founder, SBG, prophesied
with his own death the darkness coming many years later. That time looms now,
with SBGs blood flowing in text and the gates that he tried to close still
standing wide. Help us, wherever you are in the world.