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, February 26, 2013

Dreaming of Ra.

I dreamt of Ra through the night.  He is so very tall, my head only reaches his waist height.  Bronze, handsome and muscly, yet to remember his face but surely can visualise the aegyptian war-like attire and the spear he carried at his side.
Be Ready, he said.
For that Time has come
Once again
Let me hold your hand
As you lead the way
Strike the opponents
In your way
Not with Love
Not with Hate
Use your brain
To navigate
Use your mind
Recall the Times
And memories past
Remember when you need
Take from Me
All my Love
Behind your back
I got you Love!

Saturday, February 23, 2013

The Unfinished Business...

Reincarnation and Returning lives.  Past and hystory repeating time and again.  Past and hystory repeating time and again til we get Life right.  Is that how it goes?  I am not really sure, but speculating that I am right.  For me anyhow.  How does one understand this, come to theyr own conclusions?  Because I have found that the stories all resemble the same, but always slightly different.  An omen, a dream, a memory found within the tales of hystory, of the Gods, and the heroic mortals of time past... and of now.  Yes, we have the heroic mortals of Grecian, revelling in Life with those from Atlantis then, and Australia now.  Athens was Atlantis then, and Australia is now.  This is also why we have such a large Greek community.  The Pacific Ocean and the Mediterranean have much in common and as least in common together.  Fresh water, Salt water... As Above, So Below.  Atlantis, Athens, Australia.

Something inside of me
That others See
And I do not
What I am meant to fear
That I am taught to fight
Draws like tepid bubbles
Within thine Blood
The visions of ecstasy
And all that is left of me
I have begun to disappear
Caught up in my fear
Of that which I am taught to hate
But for whom and what for
Those people who's souls
Knock at my door
Knock, Knock
Bang, Bang
To the Beat of the Drum
But the Drum that Beats
Is my Blood!