The Lady Odin's Lair

https://www.abc.net.au/news/2021-02-23/belarus-revolution-women-nina-baginskaya/13164670 This is a protest to topple Alexander Lukashenko, self-declared president of Belarus and Europe’s longest-ruling dictator. Red and White are acknowledged Goddess colours - as in the creator of our world. The (true) Templars are her special forces . The Angels are hand-in-glove with the Templars. Well, let's say, when Angels fight here on Earth, many do so as Templars.

Does this image look like an official committing an act of violence against an unarmed individual? No ... it is actually a rescue. You will find the story source here. And this is an Angel operation. How can I tell? I see a symbol in plain sight. It is one Da Boss keeps instructing on. He teaches us to observe the media for such signs. Below is the media story, incase the link above no longer works in future.

For decades, I have delved deeply and academically into the realms of mythology, psychology, alchemy, witchery, etc, etc, etc. However, it is through FICTION that these worlds have become ... well,   juicy . Juicy enough, in fact, that my * cough cough * real life has become infused with magical and larger-than-life beings.  While many consider paranormal romances to be entertaining fluff, I have found deep truths and insights in many authors ... Amelia Hutchins taught me so much about deeply nuanced world monsters and the Fae world, IT Lucas taught me how the old gods can hide in plain sight, and Stephanie Hudson teaches me about the ambiguous worlds of demons and angels weaving through the world of humanity. You see, much untellable truth is written as fiction for plausible deniability.  Another hidden-in-plain-sight secret is that women are enchanted through their romantic desires.  Whereas men - and academically inclined women, such as I used to be - can dive deep into fossilised

The extended holiday season (it’s summer time here, folks) hiatus is over, and my Community Priestess commitments are resuming. I volunteer on our small town’s Progress Association as their secretary, so I’m in the middle of all the shenanigans … just where I like to be. I relish that I can guide things to make our charming little community a stronger and more prosperous place to live, and to rub shoulders with various gate keepers to approvals, funding and project advocacy. Which is a roundabout way of saying that between my real-life and online commitments, I have less time for diddley-dicking these days. Not that I’m finding myself as inclined to do so anymore.  Because I can truly say that I’m deeply in love with The Lady Odin’s mission. I have arrived at a place in my vocation that I have so long dreamed about. Without selling my soul. In my book, that's a massive victory. I’ve mentioned before that my boredom is my kryptonite. Particularly when my own work bores me because I’

There's a very powerful mind-messing spell that operates in our world and it goes like this ... ✨WE ✨ WE are responsible for the mess we're in WE need to do something about it WE need to lift our game WE are ruining our planet When will WE get over anger, bigotry and hate? When are WE going to learn? Do you get where I'm going with this? WE is a full-on mind-messing word. While even one person is still full of anger, bigotry and hate, the implication is that we have ALL failed. While even one person throws litter from their car, the implication is that we are ALL culpable for the mess. While even one person votes on who shall rule them, the implication is that we are ALL seen to be consenting to oppression. (Ok, well maybe more than one person. How many are needed before a critical mass is reached that commits us all to the same judgment?) Which brings me to the next inevitable question. How do you pull everyone into line to ensure conformity to an elevated set of standard

There is ONE group of Aliens who are willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for us. THIS is the group who I support without hesitation. I've been around the UFO scene for a goodly number of years, and while I've not doubted their existence, I do admit to taking reports of interactions with aliens with a solid pinch of salt.  Especially the channeled ones. 'Cos you just never know who is really on the other end of that connection.  I have never resonated or connected viscerally with those who claim to know about Pleiadians, Arcturians, Andromedans, Sirians or Lyrans, or any of the other 'benevolent' races that visit here. You see, I require my faith to be grounded in personal experience and logic. I've never knowingly had a close encounter or interaction with off-world beings.  Now don't think I'm being space-racist here. I lear off (so-called) human gurus also. Sai Baba, Osho, or who is the current favourite? ... oh yes, Sadhguru. Galactic Federation? 

Women need to feel good in order to do good. Men do good in order to feel good. Hey, let's throw in a couple more over-the-top generalities while I'm in the mood for it.  Women crave to be desired. Men crave to be respected. If these statements begin to make you argumentative, then shoo ! Get outta here!  As a mystical woman who is hungry to know my own feminine power in all its flavours, I have tasted the shrew and the harpy and found them wanting. I played the feminist game of ambition and invasion of the masculine purview and found it hollow even in victory. Now, I dive in at the other end of the spectrum, feeling into the power of feminine surrender, engaging the masculine not in competition but in synergy. But where to find a willing playmate for this romantic adventure of epic scale? I need to bring in another leitmotif at this point ... that of reality, particularly, how we determine and shape our reality.  I've always been metaphysically inclined, sensing a larger

Lyrics I'm staring into the valley of hell With a cross on my heart And smoke on my breath We are outnumbered but I'm not scared I am ready to die Shoot my soul through the sky Father forgive us for what we may do Sometimes we lie when we search for the truth We sell who we are 'cos we don't want to lose I hear the heroes calling out my name In Valhalla they wait Preparing my place I'll take fire from the edge of the sun Put the crown on my head Either way I have won Father forgive us for what we have done We have to finish what we have begun And pray that tomorrow we may see the sun There's a red dawn over the land Fate's dealing it's hand Times ticking to leave While you still can Calm before the storm Pride before the fall Goodbye to it all Good luck my friends This is the beginning This is the beginning of the end Blood in my eyes Dirt on my hands I got a bulletproof heart And I'm ready to dance Blood in my eyes Dirt on my hands I got a bulletpro

This is how I do my journaling. It's a unique process I created that I call Magical Alpha Dialogue . It reads as fiction.  Enjoy. Or not. We haven’t left his chamber in almost 24 hours, spending time reconnecting in the most literal way, before falling into one of the deepest, most restful sleeps I’ve had for a long time. After waking and bathing in his large sunken bath, he has arranged for Magro to bring coffee, that he now pours as we sit in armchairs on his enclosed balcony outside his chamber. While mine looks over the manor garden, his looks out over the Bifrost. This morning it gleams like Selenite, the energy visibly pulsing through the portal and walkway. He has glamoured a simple but sumptuous gown for me that matches his soft leather jerkin that he wears over black leather jeans. He still looks at me with hunger but keeps it in check, unlike yesterday. He reaches for my hand and kisses my palm. “Are you ready to set the course for the coming year, my love?” “If we have t

These photos were taken by me on Saturday, 21 November 2020 at around 1:00 pm. I shake my head at why it's taken me so long to upload them onto my own site. Wings emerging from behind the hill An Angel taking form It's almost like a Rorschach test, with clouds instead of inkblots. Can you sense a presence in the negative space? It's like there is an outline. 

Coldplay's Viva La Vida played in my dreams last night and I woke up sobbing. So I'm making this post explore what just happened inside my mind. It's not a SongSpell, per se, filled with Galdr. It's something else ... a resonance from another time, another place, another world, another dimension ... The frustration and melancholy of goals gone askew, dreams achieved but lost, of being a pawn of The Fates, of players unknown. And I don't sense that it was me personally, but my people, my soul-family. So it didn't feel as if it was me who had and lost everything, but those I cared deeply about. ... and the game goes on, ad infinitum. Just licking some psychic wounds for now. Lyrics I used to rule the world Seas would rise when I gave the word Now in the morning I sleep alone Sweep the streets I used to own I used to roll the dice Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes Listen as the crowd would sing "Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!" One minut

He is the new leader of the  Council of the Black Feather. Previously held by Azazael. Deadly, by definition. I don't consciously know this man. But I find myself reacting viscerally to his image.  My heart pounds, my throat tightens. It is hard to stop looking into his eyes, as if he holds my gaze. I sense that he is looking out at me through this image, that he can actually see me looking at him, using some unsuspected technology that utilises the internet. And I am willing to look back, drawn into his vortex so I can find some answers of my own. These are all clues for me that there's something going on - either astrally or from past lives (definitely more than one). It is the first time I have found myself in such an intriguing situation. There are a handful of possibilities that resonate the strongest. One is that he my enemy. Or that he is my lover. Or patriarch of my family group. Or boss. Maybe even a combination of these. Whatever way, he has the capacity to destroy me

Do Angels lie and mislead? You bet they do! Remember to see them as an Alien race, not just as heavenly beings working for a perfect god. That's a loaded narrative, well past its use-by date. It served a purpose at the time. Aliens who have familiar politics, factions, and power struggles, many of beyond-ancient origins. And we're not just talking about 'fallen' angels either. How many times have we been shown 'entertainment' about angelic in-fighting? A lot of truth is passed off as entertainment for the purpose of plausible deniability. Now also remember that deception is natural part of life to ensure survival. Many life forms were created with an inherent capacity to deceive - to either procreate or to avoid being prey. Not just at the earth level, but at the galactic level. And 'civilised' species have simply brought more sophistication to the art of deception. I've written on this previously  in the context of Truth and Lies. Deception is a sta

Isn't this just a powerful piece of art? It is called  Fallen Angel  by Alexandre Cabanel, and a small section of it is being used as the current header for  DS's new video channel.

A strong graffiti attack was carried out in one of London's train stations between Christmas Eve and Boxing Day. There are many, many, many clues that this attack was carried out by members of our side. It is not clear who sprayed the words across the station or when they were put there. However, the words were not there on Christmas Eve and were found in the afternoon on Boxing Day. It is understood the Grenfell art and other words were not commissioned and is therefore being treated as graffiti. Transport for London (TfL) told Sky News the incident had been referred to British Transport Police (BTP). A BTP spokesperson said: "Officers were called to Oxford Circus Tube station this morning (26/12/20) after station staff reported extensive graffiti on the northbound Bakerloo line and northbound Victoria line platforms. Officers are investigating the incident." [ Source ] Observations & Commentary To the public, this will seem like either a graffiti attack by a group o