Bagoll the Traveller: Mystical Earth Poet and Dream Traveller: Live at Oxford Talks

This is my close friend and fellow Otherworld Traveller, Bagoll, a warrior and mystical Earth poet, reciting his stunning prose at the 2005 Oxford Talks conference.

This is clipped from his entertaining presentation and also includes him recounting one of his many strange experiences and a poem by another friend of his.

The audio quality is not good but stay with it. Bagoll’s remarkable voice and charisma overcomes it.

 

Fourth August

Two (or twin) Towers

Two (or twin) Towers

Well, Lughnasadh climax (7th August) is almost upon us and it’s Two Towers Day – the 216th day of the year. 16 being the number of the Tarot Tower.

216 is a code that, together with its factors and multiples, is written in many Ancient and modern mystical concepts and teachings across the world, and encoded in landscape and architectural forms as well; not least, originally, because of its association with the Precessional age of 2160 years, and its relationship to the 2160 miles diameter of the moon. Numbers like 72, 108, 144, 666 (6x6x6), for example. It is occasionally written in the form of letters and abbreviations too e.g. Tao, Tax, B.P., FOX, L.A.X., and B.A.F.. (U.S., by the way, is 119).

  • In 1964 the Gulf of Tonkin false flag took place.
  • 38 days (11) prior to 11th September, which is 11 days prior to the Autumn (Fall) Equinox in 2001. This year the Equinox is on 23rd September.
  • It’s the date that both the Queen Mother (1900) and Obama (1961) were hatched.
  • The day in 2002 (22) that Holly and Jessica were taken from Soham. It was a 16-date. That same day, the Commonwealth Games closing rite took place in Manchester, and Whiting who was convicted for Sarah Payne’s abduction and murder, was knifed in prison.

 

..and the poetical genius, Percy Bysshe Shelley (who strongly resembles very much, facially, an exceptionally talented scribe I know, and suspect is a reincarnation of him, for more reasons than that) was born in 1792.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Oh! not the visioned poet in his dreams,
When silvery clouds float through the wildered brain,
When every sight of lovely, wild and grand
Astonishes, enraptures, elevates,
When fancy at a glance combines
The wondrous and the beautiful,–
So bright, so fair, so wild a shape
Hath ever yet beheld,
As that which reined the coursers of the air
And poured the magic of her gaze
Upon the maiden’s sleep.

 A random passage from

Shelley’s Queen Mab: A Philosophical Poem. With Notes. (p1813)

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