Anarchistbanjo's World

Have you ever stared at a storm cloud, feeling both awe and fear at its swirling unpredictability? That’s chaos – not the mindless destruction of fantasy tales, but a profound force driving creation and change. Yet, chaos isn’t evil; it’s the heartbeat of evolution.

This first introduction to the Hermetic Mysteries and the secret art of alchemy begins with its ancient connection to Egypt and perhaps to even earlier times. This is a series that will cover my entire book, The Hermetic Mysteries.

The Druids, their culture and religion seem to have disappeared suddenly around 473 CE. This is a chilling account of what may have happened, according to the research of Joe Bandel. He draws from several sources and arrives at a disturbing conclusion that seems all too real. Who were the Knights of the Round Table? And was “The Round Table” a hidden reference to Stonehenge, the massive circular temple that was the center of Druid activity at the time?

If you don’t grasp the present moment you have already lost. Look around you and take advantage of what you see. Don’t wait until tomorrow. . .

The Spiritual Journey begins at the Neophyte grade. It is unique for each of us, but there are recognizable stages of development that have been known and recognized by the mystery schools of all ages.

A narrow path leads the crew to stagnant water and a fallen branch – mirrors of hesitation, reflections of dams long held. What begins as observation becomes action: a skipped stone, vines exploring, golden sparks overflowing. No words of instruction, only some small, wordless gifts. One feels the shift, trusts it, and steps off the old way. The others follow – not because they were told, but because they saw. The water clears, the path opens, and the grove ahead hums with quiet approval. In the now, we teach each other not by speaking, but by daring to move first.

After escaping the storm’s grip, Mira learns that flight is no longer a solitary act. As golden resonance deepens into living green, the reborn grove answers her journey – not with victory, but with companionship.
Rowan, an ancient spirit rooted in memory, steps aboard the vessel, and the ship itself shifts to make space for something older than machines and stronger than grief.
What begins as a passage through chaos becomes the quiet assembling of a crew – human, intelligence, and root – traveling together toward a horizon that feels less like escape and more like awakening.

After the storm crossing, Kael returns to a settlement already beginning to change. Quiet choices replace fear, old patterns loosen, and the blue stone’s presence spreads like an unseen tide.
When a small group steps forward to follow him into the desert, the journey widens beyond survival toward something greater.
Guided only by a compass and the faint pulse of distant groves, Kael takes the helm of a living skiff and flies into a storm that does not resist him – a storm that opens.
On the far side, a new horizon waits, not an ending, but the first glimpse of a world beginning to wake.

When the old world can no longer hold her, Elara is guided into hidden depths. There, within fire and shadow, a living wisdom waits – not to command, but to transform. Fear is not destroyed. It is dissolved, recombined, and returned as strength.