Welcome to the Worlde of a Fated Fey, one who walks the Shadows between the OtherSide and this Dreamland. This is the Book of Shadows of a hereditary and self-taught Magickal Woman; a Dreamer who possesseth the lineage of Fae, Wytch and Starr Blood. Interwoven together to make an ecclectic source of Magick and Chaos. To walk between the Worldes of the Starrs, the Hidden Realms, the Spirit Worlde and to also Live a human life...

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Destiny...)O(

*poem from
love and hate, dreams and magickal moonbeams*
 
 
 
Let mee take your hand
While I lead the way
To something so true
This secret I found
I want to share with you
Let mee show you the path
That shines so bright
Let mee show you
A different way of life
Maybe you will understand
If I gave you my hand
Will you follow and walk close by
If I showed you the way
To a life so bright
This our true Destiny
Will you turn away
When I try to explain
That it is our choice
What we find at the end
We can walk hand in hand
Down this path of Destiny
Together we can be free
From this worlde not real
Will you follow mee
To where we belong
Will you come with mee
To this life I have seen before
Or will you turn away
Misunderstood forever more
To find a different destiny.
 

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Helping to Feed the Hungry...

A pocket full of Change and
a Meal for the Community.
               

Hurricane Sandy has just torn the South East Coast of Haiti apart with flooding and five days of torrential rain, there is no electricity and the all the palms, banana and coconut have been destroyed. There are times that these provide all the food that the Haitians have to live on and now years of growth have been ruined and they have nothing. Auban is a seaside settlement and 50 people have perished, with a population of 1000 odd people, this will affect every home and family. There is no clean water anywhere along the coast and hunger and starvation are not far behind. It is the children and the old people who languish during these times and many will be lost.

A Meal for the Community is a fund raiser to provide the residents of Auban with a good meal. $350.00 US will purchase a very big pig, a sack of rice and lots and lots of vegetables. This is a really cool thing to do and it uplifts the spirits of the people. It blows them away that people from far far away and who don’t know them offer them food in this way. Auban is a tiny little community on the South East Coast of Haiti that has just in these last few days been lashed again by severe cyclones. Auban is home to about 1000 souls. The 161 homes of Auban are nestled in the jungle off the main highway it is a tiny place you can drive through it without even knowing it is there.

After the earthquake on January 12th 2010 virtually every home in Auban has been damaged. After almost 3 years still there has been no aid or assistance to these families, they live in houses that should be pulled down but they cannot afford to rebuild their homes. There are about 90 orphans (this was in 2010, now there is most likely more) and under privileged children living in Auban, they need food and education if they are to progress from the corruption that holds sway in Haiti.

There is a saying that Haiti can be changed a child at a time and it is my aim to assist as many as possible. Haitian children are bright eyed and filled with hope for the future. Don’t be fooled by the fact that these children are almost always clean and smiling, not quite what we imagine with poverty, but these kids go days without food.

I have come to understand that it is a grass-roots movement that will aid the kids of Auban. Their plight is lost in the drain of aid distribution, another tiny community overlooked. We can help these children have such a better chance at life; the girls especially truly desire education and change. They don’t want to be trapped as their mothers and grandmothers have been having baby after baby supporting their families by whatever means they can. This doesn’t have to happen and we can educate these children.

It doesn’t cost very much, depending upon the school and the area it is in, the cost is between $230-250 US per year. For this money the child receives two school uniforms, 4 sets of underwear and 4 pairs of socks and a pair of leather shoes and a school bag.

It purchases their school books, pays their fees for the year and most importantly ensures that the child has one cooked meal every day. For some kids this is the only food they get and their school uniforms are the best clothes they have to wear.

The children start school at age 3 and if they are fortunate continue on until they are 18, they are well educated most knowing 4 languages by the time they leave.

We can help educate the children of Auban, will you help?

We can each donate money to get more children to school but also there could well be people in your circles and communities that could also help. There are so many ways to raise funds and these kids are such a worthy cause. Please help them.

There are so many waiting and wanting to be educated, it would cost less than a cup of coffee a day to send a child in Auban to school. Indeed the money equivalent to a cup of coffee a day or a year would educate and feed 5 children. It’s just so very little and it makes an enormous difference in their lives.

By sharing just a little of the abundance we are blessed with we can contribute, making something of these young lives, whilst Spirit greatly enriches our own.
It is a great blessing for both those who receive and those who give this.

There are thousands of wonderful children who have very little hope for the future. Many find themselves on the streets of Haiti’s major cities.

Their plight is very real and we can do something.
Manbo Paula Wedo. http://vodou.co.nz/

My first bag of rice, or the day my kids pooled theyr pocket monies!
donated 13th November 2012. 
         This is Andreli & Babou, these people are very poor, they have recieved virtually no education & pretty much exist on whatever the land provides. This hurricane has taken out the banana & coconut palms, which at times are all the Haitians have to eat. There are about 12 kids on this compound which are unable to attend school due to lack of money, Manbo Andreli has a thyroid condition.
After the earthquake this family received assistance in the form of 3 tents. Hurricane Sandy has once again destroyed what they called home. Belinda this is the compound that we will be giving your donation of a sack of rice to.
~To Be Continued.~




 

Saturday, October 27, 2012

Solar Maximum...Aligning to the Sun.

 
 
        The sun, it foreshadows our very being. It is the underlying current that creates life and sustains it nourishingly, but too much and it is a long-burning powerful force. The destruction is a land turned barren with a forecast of death. Those that live by the harvest and by the land, they understand the effects of drought and floods, theyr animals and livelihood depend upon the eco-system. Every facet of work and routine revolves around the daily event of waking up to the sun. Beauty Divine of the sun worshippers that baske theyr bodies, even unto death’s warning. Bila; the cannibal Aboriginal Goddess who provided light for the worlde by cooking her victims over a giant flame, she was chased away but the worlde was then plunged into darkness, so Bila was captured and tethered to the earth. Her tale still lingers today with sunbakers tanning and the effects melanoma cancer. In the spiritual scheme of things you could say, her appetite appeased by tribute. Ra, Apollo, Helios and Mithras a few of the solar Gods of time before; Hathor, Brighid, Astarte, Bast and Sekhmet, Goddesses of the sun realm... Theyr tales aligning with the daily rising and setting force of the sun since man knew. The wonder of the sun once left man in awe. Primitive human evolved growing alongside each other and the routine of daily needs of hunting, gathering and clan building. The modern day man has mastered the art of building weapons of the sun, nuclear bombs. As hystory has served, the need of the sun has turned into our want, and our demise. Well, They did warn Us!...

Just as the moon affects your emotions and sub-conscious and also the watery tides, the Sun will be felt by your body, its conscience-selfe, the air and the earth too. When the sun shines are you not more active and therefore happier? Do you not warm up once more, when life has turned your bones cold with dread? Magick can happen feeding from the sun, the Light awakens our soul and nourishes our intellect bringing to form its creative Life. The sun displays storms of such ferocity that affect not only the fiery orb and our earth, but also the planets of the solar system that we reside in. Thus it does inspire and evolve not only earth (us), but the entirety of the space (our surroundings) also. As Above, So Below, As Is In, Is Also Out. A spiritual concept of the web that connects and weaves life together, what we have always seen as a higher power of faith with our internal knowing. That is not without survivalist basic instincts built into our bodies, re/evolution.

Many sadly have forgotten the olde ways of nature, listening to our inspiration and psychic connection to the power of sun. But once more the basic instinct of survival that has seen us forge opportunistic paths to a society of steel and concrete, materialistic ways and forgotten silence, a need to begin truly hearing around and within us has risen its head; causing epic eruptions not only upon the sun but internally within us. Perhaps if we take more time to spend a little each day in the sunshine it would make such a difference not only to our bodies, but to the silence of our mind and feel the connection of All That Is. When we are calm, so may the sun find rest too and when the sun becomes calm, the balance is maintained as it should be.


Feeding from the Sun...

This is a simple but extremely effective meditation that can be done anywhere or any time during the day, as long as there is sunshine about.

Stand tall, straight and proud, planting your feet to the ground. Barefoot if you can is best. Feel the earth between your toes, wiggle them in the grass and think about the connection that is you and the earth, how the planet you walk upon is Alive, just as you are. Once you have greeted Mother Earth, turn and greet the Sun. Feet and back straight, feel the power rise from your feet, up your legs and along your body to the solar plexus (navel, belly button area) where it stays and the Earth’s energy waits for the Sun. Raise your arms high to the sky bringing your hands together, fingers now touching to form a triangle. This is where you shall absorb the Sun’s energy and bring it into you. Face the sun, aligning the triangle formed from your own hands to the sun itself. This is how you Greet the Sun. Without looking directly at the fiery, burning orb allow its warmth to run through your fingers and filling the triangle with its nourishing energy. Feel the Sun’s energy drawing into you via your skin. Envision the veins in your fingers then hands, the capillaries warming and flowing freely and filling with this energy. The triangle between your fingers is now completely filled with the nourishing light that is the Sun. As your blood now runs freely with this warmth, feel the power move down your hands, to your arms, to your belly and arriving to your solar plexus chakra. You are now Feeding from the Sun. Draw this energy from the sun as much and as long as you feel the need to do so, until inspiration flows and the warmth of life resonates within. The sun’s energy and fire light now goes through your middle, the solar plexus is fully fed and nourished where it now flows down your legs and through your feet, into the Earth connecting all together as One; the Sun, the Earth and You. Mother Earth too feels the energy workings, She receives your Light with Love and returns with Love. Once you have finished, bow to the Sun and give Thanks. Place your hands to the Earth as are your feet, grounding yourself back here again.
 
 

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Black Feathers keep mee Forever )O(...

DreamScape...
This burnt and barren landscape
Of a Time I know not when
Haunts my dreams and burns my eyes
Ingrains a sense of Forever and eternal Time
Twice, this scene of despair
For all its emptiness
Only Love fills the air
A tiny, glimmer of Hope
Although nothing surrounds
An image of Two, then theyr is only One
Ancient lands of Times gone past
Pierces the Veils and becomes my Now
As you See, it is all only One
Past, Present, Future; only Time repeats
I adhere, I digress:
I apologise for this rambling mess
And begin my fated tale once again
A dream did come
The sky bright orange and burnt red
Two lonely souls sitting side by side
And knee to knee
The land looked vast with nothing upon its shore
The horizon showed only emptiness forever more
What happened? What was it did they See?
I saw the worlde was burnt and barren
Left with only You and Mee
Months later
Many moons and dreams come to pass
Again theyr I am
In this burnt and barren ancient land
Here now theyr stands alone only One
Not the Two a much different One
A glorious and gleaming dark Man
Over theyr upon the horizon
He sees me and stretches his arms straight out wide
Strong energy to fill the sky
Even more stunning this wonderful being
Is proud to show mee he has upon his back
The most beautyfull and big
Black and powerful feathered Wings
These scenes of Life and a Fate
A Love and Remembrance
Of a Worlde and Time gone by
The Time it does Forever fly
This vision of emptiness
But only Love
Enters my Mynd.
 

Crow Omens...

Where I walked, a crow came and watched as I passed by. Then I sat. Where I sat, when I turned around was a dead crow. The poor crow was not only dead, it was missing its feet and legs and also the head. What was sadly left upon the feathery torso, was its upturned outstretched wings.
Only left with it's wings.
Earlier that morning, I saved a man on the street. Knocked out cold and left on the road, later on I thought because I know who you are, I could of left you for dead.
But I helped him up instead.
 
 


Sunday, July 22, 2012

Psychic Manifestations, evidence of the Two Wolves...


One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people.     He said, "My son, the battle is between two wolves inside us all. "It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One is evil - he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego." He continued, "The other is good - he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. The same fight is going on inside you - and inside every other person, too." The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather, "Which wolf will win?"   The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed".
       After a period of wolf and shifter dreams, they began to leave real-life residues.  Dreams that I was up in a tree, upon waking I found a splinter embedded in my foot, and another I awoke with a long, red scratch upon my belly from these wolf dreamings.   They came and went for awhile, the evidence apparent during the light of the day.  Coming across this parable though, they stopped their regularity.  The reason why these stopped so successionally was perhaps the fact that I understood now the meaning of; there were two wolves I was learning from and feeding my very being with...  although sometimes I still do wonder which in fact I am, the good one or the bad when I get too caught up with the peculiarities of how the worlde does indeed work. 

I do have a silver bullet.  Although he did not know of these affecting dreams it was given to me from my boyfriend.  Mostly it stays on my altar for safe keeping, sometimes the silver is worn when my energy calls for a need for it... feeling safe to wear it upon my chest, occasionally the silver bullet I wear over my heart.  Why this is so, one day surely I will Know.

Sunday, July 1, 2012

Past-Lives, Healings and a Legend of the Crystal Skull...

We have all perhaps seen, if not heard of the movie Indiana Jones and the Temple of Skulls.  This movie surely is a fiction entertainment movie, but did you realise the story is interwoven and mingled within facts and legend?   A story within a story, this I learnt when I ‘met’ the Mitchell-Hedges Skull the very one the last installment is roughly based upon and a feat maintained by many a movie; enough truth within a blockbuster bestseller to pique and keep one’s curiositys of what if?  Another example of this is, Close Encounters of the Third Kind.

An ancient and possibly otherworldly crystal skull discovered by Anna, the young daughter of an avid adventurer.   A purported remnant of lost Atlantis; a magickal and secretive relic whose very tale is weaved with another twelve skulls, sacred places and sacred peoples, was told to me and a group of others by the momentary caretaker who brought it to my hometown of Hervey Bay, Australia... another special sacred healing centre, rife with its own magickal and ancient hystory, and said to be formed from the touch of the Rainbow Snake as He moved across the land upon which we walk and live.  The very reason I suppose, that it asked to be brought here and welcomed by the local Butchulla tribe, with a secret ceremony conducted.

This is the only discovered ‘speaking skull’ created with a dislocated jawbone, the formation of which causes the effect of the skull talking to you as was told to us.  Nobody has ever said if it actually does talk with its mouth, but the details within the crystal are so life-like and cleverly done one could surely imagine it speaking eerily to you (could you imagine a perfect skull carved from an epic piece of crystal chattering away to you as if it was nothing? Cuh-reepy I would say to Behold!).

I would say though to add my little piece of expertise is that it in fact does speak, telepathically and able to cross oceans to the other side of our worlde, possibly using ley lines and sacred centres as a form of technology to communicate like a telephone but on a grand scale.  And, as a notable and powerful healing crystal which has been concluded by many studies over many years, it is an extremely powerful energy tool capable of healing greater than we possibly have seen before or ever create ourselves.  Its effect is witnessed and affected by photography, hence they have said just a photo of the Mitchell-Hedges Skull will in fact cause enormous changes. 

 My friend who was given a photo has indeed this found out, seeing the most incredible other-worldy pictures showing up within its formations, especially upon its teeth.   Lending me the photo and peering intently to see if I too could find something, I did indeed envision the most incredible images within.  A woman’s face seemed perfectly caught in time like a photograph within the features, a friendly reptilian e.t found near the base of the skull where the neck would join the head and an unnatural light where the mouth is, like it wanted to speak and had the energy built theyr to do so.  Pyramid images, and the Earth on top of his head as if looking from space, but sadly, a menacing, dark cloud over Africa with angry eyes the very place of human origins.  Does this explain the wars and famines always occurring theyr or maybee the fact of that this may be our place of beginnings, but we have spread across our beautiful planet like the same angry, menacing cloud as we over-populate our only Home. So many more pictures I saw in a few minutes, but as my friend says every time you look theyr is more.  I would love for others to try this, it may explain our hystory, show our present and link them both together in a time line to the future.  Anything is possible as this impossible artwork shows.  And, perhaps that is the answer and reason why it was made, to show the impossible was possible in the past... so why not Now?  Leaving for our own selves in this Time another unexplainable wonder on the same scale as the Sphinx and Pyramids at least, for us to solve the reason of the mystery we were left by our ancestors.

                Since I was young I have been obsessed with all things paranormal and conspiracy, naturally the Crystal Skulls and most importantly the one speaking skull intrigued me.  Like me, this one skull was offset from the others, different but yet, almost the same.   I dearly wished to see this and other magickal relics, but finishing school and a much needed archaeological education just was not for me, so never did I think this dream would ever be fulfilled.  But, about two years ago it came to me instead.  Special Plus!

                Sitting through a demonstration, bravely by myselfe (very unusual to do that) refusing to go with another soul so I could listen and enjoy.   With angst in my pants we finally got to wait in a long line with the premises of only being allowed to lay our hands over the energy of the skull and not to touch it.  As it got to me I was so very excited yet a little nervous, and out of either notorious clumsiness or because my hands were now extremely shaking, they did not stay over the energy as I intended but kind of sucked onto the skull instead.  I’d like to call that pre-ordained fate, like it was meant to Be.  Imagine my surprise as the man who is at this time the caretaker after it was given to him to do so, said “Well, let’s see what happens with that then!”

Indeed!  It changed me forever.

                The rest of the evening seemed to have divided me into two, one small part there sitting on the chair like a normal person but perhaps a bit too eyes wide open because I could at the moment hear the crowds thoughts for the evening until I exited the building. It was so very strange.  The other part of me was succumbed within a haze of blood red, rhythmic and deep sounding drums beating in time with a heavy chant and my loudly thumping heart.

Thump... Thump... Thump... Oh, so red and damp smelling of sacrifice.   I knew from then the Mayans who I believed to be only beautiful and spiritual, were also very blood thirsty in theyr day.  In that moment of realisation, it healed so much within me and now I am a far different person and simply put, healed.  Perhaps I was there at the time it was used, for otherwise what would that experience have been for?

That night in a room full of strangers and an occasionally recognisable face, I was transported back to the Maya in what I think may have been a bi-location experience.  The last one was years before when I read my first set of Egyptian cards and I found myselfe in a Temple at the same time as I was sitting at the table.  Around this time I could hear outside my house a noise like a big, empty void and far too quite, opening the door to nothing outside.  Nothing!   Too odd for me to want these situations oft, the occasional two-for-one moments that I find myselfe in.

                I would like to add for my finale with the Crystal Skull and a beginning to pique your interest of myths, legends and facts a mighty combination that I love so.  That night I learnt the movie does leave a wonder of what if?...The thirteen crystal skulls are indeed going home, wherever that may be to be put back together how they are intended, what happens then who knows?   I for sure can’t wait to see and like that dream I once hoped to have seen the skull, I wonder if I have already been told the Fate.







               



                                                                                  

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Learning of another Realm... my first vision at 17 )O(...


Starrlight, Starr Bright...

Starrlight, Starr Bright
Moonshine in the night
Starrlight, Starr Bright
Magick is happening tonight
All the starrs in the sky
Are falling before my eyes
Falling so bright
Magick for mee tonight
It is heaven sent
It is magick spent
All the power for mee
Showing mee my destiny
I see the hands of Time
Turning so fast in the sky
I see the raven’s flying
And Father Time is crying
The angels from the heavens above
Are sending mee all theyr love
Messages in my dreams tonight
The starrs are ever-so bright
Electricity coursing through mee
It is my future that I can see
Strange ships fly by
From the starrs so high
I am searching for the one calling
And still the starrs keep falling
The moon is so proud
But still he can’t be found
Running, falling
I hear him calling
I see the sun on the water
Yet I do not falter
Starlight, Starr Bright
Such a powerful sight
It is heaven sent
It came and went
But still he calls
He knows I am coming
He sees mee running
Two souls colliding
He comes out of hiding
Together we have merged
He is pleased that I have heard
Such a powerful feeling
My mind and body are reeling
I can feel all the universe
With it I converse
He has become God
And I am the Goddess
We are Everything
We are Everyone
We are the Sun, We are the Moon
We are the Earth and the Heavens Above
We are the God/dess of Love
Ecstasy in my heart
But now we have to part
All this I have seen
Yet the feeling still stays with mee
It is heaven sent
Now the magick is spent
Still the feeling stays with mee
Telling mee this is my Destiny.


Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Samhain Dreamings )O(...

The cold, cold hand of Lady Death
Beckoning from beneath her spectre dress
Fingers like bone, skin cold as stone
Knock, knock... twice if you hear
Upon thy door that keepes our Dreams from wake
But dear one, if she doth knock thrice
Another must cross to the Other-Side
 Hand in hand, fingers entwined
 Through the Veils , the door opens Beyond
With the cold, cold hand of Lady Death.
Jewelled rings glitter, nestled amongst her chattering bones
Bean Sidhe, her breath doth call with a deathly moan
Hallowed be thy crossing Beyond.

Hark, dear one... theyr is another knock at the door
It is Life, her warm hand grasps Death’s in hers
Fingernails no longer a blood, blood red
Warm once again
Life arisen from Dead
Across the threshold to begin once more
The journey, the adventure within
Another chance to Experience  
The Beauty and Wonders they have called Life.


Tuesday, April 10, 2012

The Rainbow-Bird Lady, the olde shaman-woman of Rainbow Beach.

Easter weekend 2012, Saturday night and a full moon.  Camping on the shore of Rainbow Beach; Isis athame was set into the ground, over my collected beach pretties.  Her sword aimed towards the ocean where the Aegyptian mariners of ancient times came to shore where we slept, using the beach as a safe place to land theyr trade ships following the giant rainbow sand dunes as theyr land markers.  That night came the Dream that was no Dream...

She was walking across the flat, damp sand towards me.  The black sand glittered in the full moon light, bright enough to see like the day.  I must have gone far, because I had reached the rainbow dunes themselves quite the few kilometres away. Perhaps this was her home, as she welcomed me like it was.  I approached her as she glided across the beach shore, both delighted with the very welcoming and knowing of each other’s spirit as a shifter-kind.  Perhaps in fact I believe that just maybe, I was exploring this night in the feathered form.  A new playground to practice my beloved skills and this is how we did indeed meet, she was delighted at another kind she told me.

Glittering black sand, the brightest of bright moons and the ocean with wild waves crashing at my back... Indeed it was primal and native, the landscape setting of that fated night. 

The Lady she was a Shaman, a medicine woman of ranking and prestige.  Her honour was shown upon her face, she was bejewelled to display her shifter self in the human form.  She was a white woman like I, but resided in spirit form as a guardian of Rainbow Beach.  Strange I thought, but a question she never answered why she was not aboriginal or aegyptian.  She indulged my other curiosities with as much verve as my own, we loved it just as much as the other, touching each other to see this was real, she was joyful that another like herselfe had come to play on her shore.

A little plump, very wizened and rather wrinkled with age her aura sent off an energy of ancientness and timelessness, love for the Land and protection of the Sacredness that Is.  Covering her nakedness was a roughly hewn tunic-like attire, not that this was what interested me and drew me closer mesmerizingly.  It was not her grey hair, this not overly long but wild and free just like her, she could have been mistaken as your every day grandmother figure upon the street.  What set her apart and what has stuck with me with wonder and impressiveness was her face.   Upon her cheeks looked like a mask in the distance, but looking closer a mask it most definitely was not.  Bright feathers of rainbows were set into her cheeks with little gold caplets of jewels.  Golden studs on her upper cheeks all in a row, off each piece of gold hung a little coloured rainbow bird feather, this was four deep she let me see close up and touch.  I was amazed and so happy to see this never before seen wonderful thing to me.

 It was her bejewelled feathery mask that I did love the most, such a thing I could not have envisioned or made up myselfe.  The best thing was, she loved that I loved it.  This meeting was not a healing for me, nor a spirit guide or anything such. It was two strangers meeting on the beach for the first time with mutual wonderment and gladness at the ability of doing so.
 



Thursday, March 1, 2012

The Dew-Drop Fairy Lessons...)O(

Have you ever as a childe seen a faery?..  I wondered as an observant faery watcher when I was knee high, if they could see me.   Secretly in the early hours of dawn, and to my amazement how any adults did not notice (but mayhap they did, I was too busy watching something else!) a little girl would sneak out of her bed, not every morning mind you, to perch herself comfortably on the back steps of her house solely to witness the dew drop fairy’s (yes, these I do call fairy!) early morning work.   
  I remember this was a fairly regular event for me as an innocent childe, but as I grew into age I no longer can think how this ended.  I have a feeling that it faded away with me and not them, the visions of nature’s way of caretaking perhaps absorbed enough to be taught and passed on so that I may know it is with regularity and care that it takes all types look after our Mother Earth.  The dew drop fairy I say, would be the reason also my childhood photos are mainly of me watering all kinds of gardens, especially my great-grandfathers... I think I was more than a little intrigued and quite at home doing so.   It was like a photographic replay of my special secret teachings... because the dew drop fairy’s, I recall all looked like tiny me’s!
          Demure and petite, and wearing tiny red dresses with big, white spots.  Short, ringleted hair like myne at the time and always with a silver watering can carried in theyr hand.   Funny, because sometimes I am found watering the garden in something pretty these days also.  These tiny, little fairy’s (I do not remember how many) were always already theyr before I snuck out, content with letting me watch.  One even waved to me one day, perhaps the reason why I wave hello to beings and spirits these days when I come across one.. Tis a polite habit to have manners, especially dealing with so-called mythical beings like the faery, albeit one that may surely give you the reputation of being rather strange on this side.
            Like other events and crazy things that do and have occurred to me throughout this life, I have no idea why I got such a wonderful display to witness as a girl-childe.  To see rows of identical little fairy in red and white polka dresses, silver water can in hand bending over to water the grass and form the dew in the morning that you see upon waking, should have stayed perhaps a dream of nonsensical childhood frivolities.  But not for me!..  Alvin my elfin guardian friend, showed me once more of this very early and at that time forgotten memory, after he first appeared.   To remind me I suppose, that it is my duty to also care for the Earth as the dew-drop fairy’s do.  I think that I may have had the best teachers throughout my life to fulfil my duties that are very muchly needed...
So, take Care of Mother Earth please people, it is too hard work for the faery’s to clean our messes, because they have far better things to do like form the dew in the morne that your toes and feet love to feel on the grass and bring moisture to the ground that provides you nourishment in gardens and a planet that is not dry and barren.  Thank you dew drop fairy’s for teaching me how to love caring for the Earth, be water conscious and remember to water my gardens.. plus, I love nothing better than the feel of wet grass under my toes as I let the chickens out of theyr coop!
  You just never know how it all really works!

Thursday, February 2, 2012

The Gods are also Evolving, are you Ready to Step Up and take Theyr Role?..


I Hear Thunder, I See Lightning... The Gods are wanting your Attention!  Listen to the rain Drum, its Scent is the Essence of the Divine and Sublime )0(...
                Hystory and mythology tells wonderous tales of magickal beginnings of the Gods and Goddesses.  Beings created amongst the chaos of cosmic order, and how they came to be.  Legends of the olde times and the Ancient Ones tell us a story.  Parables with meanings within.  Lessons when we are trying to make order out of chaos, when we are creating our own life.  We are all a God or Goddess of our own worlde!...
                The Ancient Ones, the Gods and Goddesses are many in theyr variety, but in essence They are all but the same and strike a similar chord. Theyr are many religions, beliefs and customs throughout the worlde since the Dawn of Time and man first was and broke ties.  Always yearning for something greater, something more than themselves and something that explains themselves. 
                But we have always known them, felt them, seen theyr signs and omens in nature and upon listening to them, have found that our own life is as wonderous and chaotic as the Gods and Goddesses themselves.  But forewarned is forewarmed, I say! 
                Whether you are a Magickal person or not, who the Gods and Goddesses are will also strike a similar chord in you at times.  Theyr stories of Becoming, may guide you within your own hero's journey, Theyr tales may be the same as yours.  Symbols and Names of the Gods and Goddesses will empower the Magick that makes you and is made by you.  You may find that They already know you.  Once the Gods and Goddesses are Awakened, They can also kindle Theyr spark of Divine within you.  That's when the Magick Happens! Understanding that the Gods and Goddesses are not only All, but One... They are always You!
And so they say; 
As Above, So Below.  
               
The Precessions are Turning
The Worlde is still forming
Never an End,
Tis the Circle of Life.
The Gods are coming
I can hear Them calling.
Closer and Closer, Around and Around
Tis the Circle of Life.
Planets forming, Worldes colliding
Visions stand with biding.
Ask what it is you Seek
Is it Love, Is it greed, Is it Life, Is it Peace?
Children of the Gods,
Your Ears have pricked up,
Your Heart now palpitates,
Your Senses become clearer...
It is your Parents coming Nearer.
)O(



Thursday, January 12, 2012

The symphony of the Winged Ones...



Colours In The Sky.
                                                                                                   
She flutters her wings and says her goodbyes
With her back turned against the dark, drab sky
Mischief twitches at her lips
And turns into a smile.
Her faded eyes are clouded over,
Wearing the remnants of a tattered mind.
Feeling lost and alone, confused between worlds,
She makes her choice,
And blindly feels the way.
The skies open up in into a cavernous rage;
It roars at the girl who dares choose a different way...
Her wings feel light, colours fill the sky
Her eyes open wide, staring with fright.
So long ago she remembered theyr was colour
‘Twas before theyr was only the darkness.
Curiosity soon becomes entwined with a mortal life
Her love for a darker world bound her to its life.
After a while her wings turned plain,
Poor little fallen angel, her wings were fading away.
Time went by and she would no longer know,
She could not remember,
She no longer knew.
For a long time she stayed torn
Blinded between love and pain.
She had learnt
What she does seek she most surely will find.
Her wings stretched wide, she dived
Gracefully from the sky
And fell into a human life.
Time passes longer theyr,
Almost like an eternity and a day
‘Til she once again remembered
Theyr had been colours in the sky.


In a Time far gone and in a Land long, long ago our worlde was not known as Earth, but t’was called Atlantis.  This will one day change and be re-named again, tis the Law.  Theyr lived in those days a race of beautiful beings not from this place, they who wore wings upon theyr backs.  Huge, glorious Winged Ones.  These are the Fallen Angels, and yes they were enticed by the beauty of our worlde, so they chose to walk amongst us peacefully.  In those Times, so did other races of beings.  An array of beautiful, wonderful beings and creatures, and the humans became so very jealous and wanted to be the same.  So they did try.
                Captured, and theyr wings were chopped off.  Cut with no remose, these were taken without permission and some even given to the scientific ones in defeat, but triumphant for a far away and distant future.  They were the ultimate martyrs, that is why the Fallen Ones are deemed in the bible lost to God.  Not true, this was writ to make the human mind turn away from the darkest of Truths, theyr past. 
                Beautiful, but now raggled creatures wandered wearily across Atlantis and our worlde for lifetimes lost and unable to return to theyr Home, as they now had no means to do so.  These days you can see and know some of the remnants of the Fallen Angels, the ones whose wings were taken away.  They hurt more than others, theyr backs arch and caves for its missing piece.  For the wings held theyr backs together, without them they are diffused and broken from theyr beauty, power and strength.
                Those that did take away theyr wings, they shall rectify, but nought without hardships and tests.  They do not want to remember Atlantis, but they shall.  Karma always rebalances, and a lot was done in Atlantis days that shall and will be Finished.