In her right hand a rod of peace shee bore, About the which two serpents weren wound; Entrayled mutually in lovely lore, And by the tailes together firmely bound […]

No doubt, sometimes there are comprehensive glancings at, and interminglings of different future eras of prophecy.

We are here to take you on a spiritual journey and not discuss our choice of robes that I will, for the record, say looked a little Klanny when we first put them on.

We are in the habit of calling those bodies of men anarchal which are in a state of effervescence.