NICHOLAS DEVERE dragon court

     
About Dad
Prince Nicholas de Vere von Drakenberg , The Royal Dragon Court

There  is so much regurgitated information about Nicholas DeVere online, I  wanted to give you my account, Growing up with him and the time we spent together as a father and teacher.
Read my own account of dad in my blog.

THE DRAGON LEGACY and THE CEDE
This book outlines in detail the ancient dragon bloodline, going much further than his previous book, Genesis of the Grail Kings, co-authored  with Sir Laurence Gardner. Where did the bloodline come from and what  did it mean? Were those who carried it blessed with great powers? What  influence did they have on the ancient world? Did elves, fairies and  vampires really exist? If so, who were they? This extremely  well-researched book reveals many mysteries from our past, including why  the actual blood from this bloodline is so important, what kind of  magic once existed and how it was lost.
To explore further,  Link to books

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 Who was Nicholas DeVere?

Dad was impossible sometimes, A walter mitty nan would call him, Stuck in his ways and always right about everything. There was one trait that will never leave us and that is our passion about dads cause, so how did it actually come about.

Much on the internet is glammed up information to sell an impression of someone. Dad had his visions and coming to the end of his life it seemed he was starting to make some sort of progress had it not of been for all the people trying to make money from his work, collaberating with him to use his information, only to reap the rewards for themselves, this is why dad hated humanity, the selfishness of other people.

After the Army: He was a very solidaritary man, He would seek ways to connect to magic and met a guy who we later called uncle Tony- This man was amazing, He would have many books that would be full of money, flip it up and turn it round it was playing cards, flip up and turn it round and it would be something else. There was no end to this mans skills which he clearly taught dad and must of initiated him into the black circle. From then  dad looked deeper into the rabbit hole seeking ways of transcendence , As said before we were just coming out of the  free love era which possibly supported his ideas on communal living, this being the reason why went went to live in Tipi Village in wales. Dad had dowsing rods for tracing water,  He and the mums ( he was poly at the time)  and would take us out daily on a foraging hunt for berries, mushrooms, logs and branches, we had to do this to keep warm, my job was to feed the goats, chop the wood and look after the baby in the caravan next to us.... its quite a memory really,  the family is on the you tube video, this was before we got firebombed out of tipi village in 1986 by the farmers and police. 

You see that little window right at the top, that's where the baby crows used to nest, we would watch the mummy crow feeding them.

Dad bought  Bally Healy Castle, It had its own beach nearby, was possibly one on the cutest castles on the outside but ruin on the inside, We are in 1986-1987, We had just left wales and taken refuge with Olivia, Dad was impressed with her castle that he wanted his own, So he bought this.

I had few memories, it seemed like the inside of a light house, all compact, we would run up and down the stairs which were not very sturdy.

My sister and I would play games with the ghosts upstairs in our bedroom , doing the come too me game, and ofcourse the ball would always come to us. 

I remember near by was a court yards with a blacksmith and a farrier who would ask us to look after their horse, they would graze in the fields surrounding us, There was a white horse called crumpet who we would ride bare back  and look after for a women called Sam.

One day we were playing and I fell through the floor boards, Dad deemed the place not safe and we made our way on. 

 So Dad Took us to live here for a while, He was initiated into the order as a Hugh Priest and likewise the rest of us. Olivia taught dad on his own about many things, we would spend hours with her, we would find them in the library chatting and being quickly ushered out. I can't really say about what dad's experience was, I can remember mine as we were all together, My stepmother says there were some other initiations going on here- All I know is that this is where his journey of ordination, meditations, and looking deeper into consciousness.

My Memories-6 years old..rocking up to Clonegal Castle in a hippy truck to stay with auntie Olivia..Her castle was scary.. amazing, full of art..so many areas we weren't allowed in hahaha. ive written about this a few times...I remember it like yesterday... playing in the court yards with Olivias nephew, Olivia took us all into the dungeons..told us to stand by our altar... this was our zodiac sign...she annoited us under the fellowship of isis and said, Make a wish child but be careful what you wish for.

Let's just say the wish came true.

A few years later I reconnected with isis in torquay who isn't running anymore...so found Sarah in Brighton who gave me all of the fellowship initation rituals... this is the link to the  hereditary fellowship initation process .