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The I AM Collection: Channelled Co-creations by Paul Dobree-Carey and Keleena Malnar
My name has been dragged to the lowest depths and all have assumed this is the truth.
No one takes the time to go within, no one wants to look, they just assume that evil branding must be correct – but I do not bear the slander that is against me any more – this is not my Truth, this is not Truth. False lies.
They slander my name. I was no more evil than the person that became Queen. I did not portray her as was said, I did not treat Arthur in the way said, go back and look at what Vivian did with her potions. She knew a child must be conceived. She knew that Quinevere did not love Arthur, I loved him as my brother not as a lover. She knew that and so did Merlin. Story after story, countless times and for what.
Who was the Mother of Mordred. I was the Mother but I was drugged as he was.
I knew I was carrying his child as I awoke in the morning to see Arthur laying beside me. I returned to where I belonged. I heard Vivian and Merlin talking about how the child would need to be an heir to carry the sword – but the child was not created in love. I was unconscious, so she missed a drop of something in her potion. Every one said that Arthur was betrayed, was I not betrayed as well but the Truth is hidden – I was betrayed also.
Guinevere betrayed her own husband with Lancelot – her own cousin, even if the truth came out now, the story would remain as it was told.
I raised the child because I loved the child of Arthur. Many times Mordred visited Guinevere, she added him a box with letters, something that I was never to see, I saw in a vision what was happenng, he burned all he received to hide the truth, I knew then that my own son would betray all of us, because he was already meeting with Guinevere.
It's time to change, no one would believe my story now. This is what happens when people dabble in magic without knowing what they are doing. One needs to create Light from out of the Dark – I was deemed Dark because I did so openly. I had no crown on my head and was not recognised as Royal, but all who wore crowns eventually betrayed. Even today, those wearing the crown are betraying their people. These games are over.
Magic is alchemy, it is meant to be used by the Light. We are all the Light of God. Is it so wrong to use the abilities given to them by God. When we bear our truth, we show others the magic of who we are, no matter where in the world, someone comes to judge, someone will always deem you as evil, dark and black – time to cast aside the judgements.
I wish no longer to be judged.