Iah Darha AKA DJ Mystic's blog: "Eye's Dont Lie"

Mystical Fantasy I believe in mystical magical things... Even when thing's are not what they seem... In that special place, where dream and wishes still come true... I hold in my heart, Soul and mind's eye, the vision of you... In this world of black and White, Who's to say what's wrong and right... In this realm of Mystical Fantasy and the unfore seen Magical Reality... They each play equal roles in part, just what is the state of the player's mind at start Life is what you make of it... The challenge is to make your Mystical Fantasy, your Magical Reality... All Rights Reserved Iah Darha 1983

"To you alone it is given to know the truth about the gods and deities of the sky... The innermost groves of far-off forests are your abodes. And it is you who say that the shades of the dead seek not the silent land of Erebus and the pale halls of Pluto; rather, you tell us that the same spirit has a body again elsewhere, and that death, if what you sing is true, is but the mid-point of long life." —Lucan Pharsalia c.60AD

CHRISTIANITY & DRUIDRY What if... Jesus and Merlin were to meet At twilight In the garden, in the grove, One looking forward to the Skull of Golgatha, One looking back on the Sacred Head of Bran? What would they say to one another, These men, these gods, Who live in time beyond their lives— One forward, one retrograde? “Let this Cup pass from me…” says the one. “May the earth open and swallow me, May the sky fall upon me, May the sea rise and cover me, May fires consume me…” says the other. “Take this cup and drink from it…” says the one. “This is the Cauldron of Inspiration and Wisdom…” says the other. “Do this in remembrance…” says the one. “I know the Cup From which the wave has overflowed. I know the end of the dawn…” answers the other. What if they do meet There in the grove, in the garden, Two avatars— One about to ascend, One about to descend— Each serving the Chalice in his way? What if Merlin’s Affallanau and Jesus’ Rood are the same Tree? One rides it to his destiny, One sits beneath to prophesy. What could they give to one another These prophets circling in their Time-long orbits? Could Merlin say: “The seed is planted, the tree will grow There is a thorn in Avalon that bears fruit in thy name.” Would Jesus reply wistfully: “Kiss Nimue for me. Tell her I love her beauty and her power.” RoMa Johnson, 2004