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...

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!

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