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AUTHORS NOTE
for book one
AUTHORS NOTE
The Wihtwara
trilogy™ charts the lives of an ancient peoples from the
1st century to 686 AD and the relentless march of
Christianity over the Pagan world. The deep union,
understanding and rituals these ancient peoples held
towards our Earth were stamped upon, ridiculed and the
peoples violated for their beliefs. It was for the most
part an ingenious cover-up. Clever minds assigned and
re-invented Christian holy places on pagan sites of
worship. Pagan names for these special sites were
demonized. An important pagan burial mound on the Isle of
Wight was renamed “the devil’s punchbowl”!
One aspect stands out above all others
and that is the subjugation of the feminine within this
pagan world by Christian missionaries and with it, the
subjugation of the Earth. Mother Earth was paramount in
the minds and soul of all pagan peoples. For without her
acquiescence and that of the gods aligned to the sky and
weather, they felt alone.
Those missionaries sought and succeeded
in burying underfoot every link and aspect of feminine
worship because the replacement was for the one male god
to be honoured and worshiped. I have not found one
reference in the book of words they carried of any respect
and veneration of the natural world, neither plant nor
animal, sacred soil or mystical sky or to the equality
afforded to women (it has been either the Madonna or the
whore!). In this book of words, Man is above nature.
Yet if we go to the discovered Nag
Hammedi gospel, quite another story is written. The synod
of Nicæa (Nicea), that meeting of high church leaders put
paid to so much original belief.
And the Roman Catholic Church was truly
born at this time.
In 686 AD the massacre of the Wihtwara,
led by a power hungry Cædwalla, and enforced by Bishop
Wilfred, wiped off the face of our beautiful island, a
beautiful peaceful pagan people.
The vacuum left behind that terrible
death haunts us, like the mourning we are experiencing
now, it leaves an indelible mark on our souls.
But we are coming back to remembrance.
We are honouring the Wihtwara again.
We gather on April 22nd for King
Arwald’s day and the Wihtwara are honoured.
And a message from our Ancestors;
“We only ever truly die, when we are
forgotten!”
Lest we forget!
Bletsunga Beorhte
Bright blessings,
Jan Harper Whale (aka, Wahl)
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AUTHORS NOTE
for Berandinzium Villam™, (Brading Villa)
The second book of the Wihtwara dynasty
AUTHORS NOTE
“One day, a
piece of archaeological work literally plopped into my
inbox. Excavations at Clatterford Villa, Isle of Wight. I
owe a debt of gratitude to Malcom Lynne and his team,
whose pivotal work at Clatterford exposed and named votive
remains and hermetic artefacts definitively showing
Eastern religions were indeed practised at the villa and
on Wihtland.
“Pines cones are known to be associated
with the mystery religions, especially those devoted to
the deities of Bacchus and Mithras. The pinecones found at
Clatterford villa were used as symbols of immortality. It
is known that imported whole pinecones were used as votive
offerings in temples. It has been suggested that black
shiny materials, such as jet and shale are linked to
eastern mystery religions that became popular in the 3rd
century A.D.” (Excavations at Clatterford Roman Villa,
Isle of Wight, by Malcolm Lynne and the Hampshire
Archaeological Group.)
The thirteen-pointed star braecleat,
which I have placed at the beginning of each book in this
story, is a hermetic artefact of great importance, because
it is so ancient and magical. We have been tricked into
falsely believing the number thirteen is bad. The Roman
Catholic Church has long tendrils, yet thirteen was the
number of people in the original Nazarene Last Supper. And
thirteen was also the number I have mentioned in the
sacred meal celebrated on Mithras’ birthday date of 25th
December.
In the occult science of numerology, it
is said, “He who under-stands the number 13 will be given
power and dominion.” So, in relation to countries and
empires, it is no accident that the USA has grabbed the
mystic and given this magical number 13 to their flag,
with 13 stars, and 13 stripes. On the dollar bill there
are 13 steps on the pyramid of the Great Seal. The motto
above, 'Annuit Coeptis' has 13 letters. The official
birthdate of the United States of America is 'July the
Fourth', containing 13 letters. And so on...
But I believe the significance of this
number 13, for our Ancestors was placed heavenwards and
astrologically understood. The Romans revered the Sun god,
Mithras, or Mithra in his Eastern lineage. The Sun
conjoins with the great star of Sirius, whose longitude is
13 degrees Cancer. Sirius is the first-magnitude star that
is 40 times brighter than the Sun and is the star that
rules all African people. It was venerated in ancient
Egypt from time immemorial and was held with great
reverence by the ancient Egyptians because it rose
heliacally with the Sun at dawn, during the inundation of
the life-giving waters to the River Nile.
And even more so, looking to our Pagan
roots, we celebrate the solstices and equinoxes governed
by the passage of our Moon in 13 weeks x4 which gives us
our number of weeks in the year. And lastly, if there were
left any doubts to the sacredness of the number 13 in our
lives as human beings, the thirteenth letter of the
alphabet is M, which finds its roots in the 13th letter of
the Hebrew alphabet, “mem” (meaning Mother) and is the
ancient Phoenician word for water. The Egyptian word for
water is “moo”. M is the most sacred of all the letters,
for it symbolizes water, where all life begins.”
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AUTHORS NOTE
for The Wihtwara Dynasty™, (Part two)
The forth book of the Wihtwara dynasty
Cyng Arwald, Cwēn Wihtflǣd :
In their own words.
"That day we lost everything. Our children,
our family, our friends, our culture, our spirituality,
our race, and our land. Our connection to Nerthus was
broken, intentionally broken, so the one-god could rule in
the minds of men who believed they are above Nerthus."
"And so, it continues in your time, dear
brave souls."
"In spirit we walked our beloved island,
waiting… seeing you, wondering why you have come here.
Seeking out the spirits of the land, speaking tentatively
to the tree spirits, wood elfin, then more confidently to
your unseen ancestors who answered you in the ways of the
auguries, the visions, and dreams. You became your own
spirit selves coming together with hand and heart to
honour Nerthus once more. And each time you did, you
honoured us too. We have the closest union with our Earth
Mother. Every day we felt her, knew what was needed to
keep her whole and healthy and she rewarded us with good
harvests and our own good health. What more is needed,
dear cynren?"
"And here we are now, the Wihtwara have
returned. Your Ancestors are full to bursting with love
for you. Can you not hear us cheer? You are needed."
"Time had no relevance here, only action. You are made for
times such as these."
"Nerthus, your mother is in urgent need
of you. She is battling against the one-god mind. It sees
only what it can grab from her and give nothing back. She
is tempestuous, she will prevail, she knows how to heal
herself."
"We love the sea, she occupies so much
of Nerthus, she caresses and sustains us, you are made of
so much water, you have built millions of boats to sail
upon her."
"Think of yourselves as boats now, fully
aware and signalling to each other as never before in the
history of humanity. Look out over the bow, there are
millions of like-minded souls with you, even though you
may feel frightened at these terrible times, the strong
timber of your boat, comes from a very great forest of
oak. Oak is known to withstand tremendous storms, to grow
so old they become like us, ancestors, and these boats
advance regardless."
"And now you signal through the air.
Nerthus is hearing you with millions of messages in an
instant. Never before has humanity become so close. Yet in
this dark time, there is a tendency to become panicked
over how much is wrong in the world and how it is out of
your reach. Do not dwell on that. That is spending the
wind without raising the sails."
"You are needed, and that is all you can
know. When you meet resistance there will be more great
souls who hail you, love you and guide you and you will
know them when they appear. The most powerful thing you
can do is stand up and show the light of your soul. The
light of your soul will throw sparks, send up flares,
build signal fires which enables good causes to catch
fire. Struggling souls catch your light and find their own
strength from it. The light of the Wihtwara became a low
simmering echo of light. But it was never extinguished.
The pure light of Nerthus will always be there. Look at
her now! Feel us walking with you now, dear cynren!"
We send you a channelled poem, a love
song to humanity.
“Our two Mothers care for us,
nurture us and keep us Whole.
From the beginning of Time, there is Love within the womb, Sacred Waters enfold us.”
“All is balance, all is harmony,
we are at One with All there Is.”
“The Sacred Water carries the essence of Inner Knowing, Intuition and Feeling.”
“Our chosen mother carries the sacred covenant of
guardianship and care for nine months.”
“We hear her heartbeat, and it nurtures us.
We are not alone.”
“What is given to our chosen mother, in love or hate,
is the blueprint we carry into birth.”
“How precious is the woman,”
“How precious is our Earth Mother
Entwined within the guiding principle of Love
They stand as glorious reflections to each other.”
“Neither have forsaken the covenant,
still such a small flame, now,
flickering against the harsh wind of Ego and domination.”
“Woman, limping under the weight of a false identity,
tricked into enablement, supporting the Wounded Male.”
“The Earth Mother, stripped and bleeding,
does not seek vengeance, she does not seek domination.
All she seeks, is balance and harmony.”
“Woman must seek balance within,
not compete for sovereignty but seek true union with man.
Invite him back in.
With Love.”
“From the still point within.
He will find the woman within
With Love.”
The final narrative of the Wihtwara
Trilogy has now been finished. It has been a joy mixed
with tears. My Ancestors vanished from their island home
in a terrible way but left their imprint for us to learn
from and share. It is a purely Pagan narrative, and
rightly so. Their voice needs to be heard. In their own
words. Therefore, there is no Author’s note ending in this
book. It can be reached on our website,
www.the-wihtwara.co.uk
The Wihtwara are still guardians of
this sacred Isle. They walk the hills and meadows unseen.
Many Pagan and nature-loving islanders hear them, and some
‘see’ them, momentarily. These pagan cynren have become
the caretakers of the island, walking with our Ancestors.
Genocide never succeeds, ever. As of
the 2021 consensus, and after 1,300 years, Pagans now have
the majority in the Isle of Wight. So, to Pagans
throughout this land, raise a cup:-
People of the Spirit
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