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, October 9, 2014

Remembrance }i{...

I never forgot my name, not once
Not ever
I may have over time forgot my brain
But the signs and symbol still remained
I never forgot this long ago dream
The remnants always stayed
What it is my head does ask
Is forever tied to my past
I never really forgot my heart
I tied it up and just never asked
Without the important question
Will my future affect my past
I know what it is it asks
I cannot stand this only inside my head
I now understand and although it hurts
I must still go on
Two worldes collided 
A long time ago
It came in my dreams
And showed in my wake
The lights were on the walls
And made my house shake
Nothing is the same anymore
Was it ever just my evermore
The answer I know
Is it twas never just me
I feel sick to the core
Of what my fate requires of me
What if I cannot fulfil these 
Duties and obligations
Why do I see these things
Meant for me
Why do I know
My heart, my head, my home
The dreams they once did go
Now they never do
Shadows stay and noises remain
Inklings and ideas and wordes
Rattle me to my core
Yet my Fate still it will stay
These thoughts that come to my head
They say that I can
But will I ever be sure
That I can open that certain door
To open the curtains
Of the Final Act
To never close them again
This is my true evermore.

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Haunted by my Insides }i{

The past it doth come back to haunt
Beauty, Life and Love.. 
It slithers and taunts
And permeates this very being
Of nothings, and yet everything
How despicable are these shallow depths
That drowns my mynd within thy head
Assuaging my fragile dependancies
Making sure nothing is the same
Ever again
How strange this sight has come back
To me all over again
Evermore and shall I be sure
Of anything, once again
I say no, the past says yes
This path, although second guessed
Must surely be as blessed
Richter scale of brokenness
A realm and another worlde
My hands on fire
My eyes had bled
My soul left dead
And here I am, alive instead
This does not seem
Like it was a dream
This surely must cannot be real
The nothingness of everything
I always feel
Blinded by the light and broken by the dark
Tis the assumption of my heart
This I know is my truth
And how it always comes to be
My life is never just my own
This well-trodden path
Always ends up calling for me
Can I say, no? This I have tried
But my traitorous heart
Is quite horribly dark
And will not listen to me
So, as I step and as I sleep
All I do and all I seem
Is drawn to magicks
And magick by me
Never the same, although I do change
This path constantly set out before me
Tis not something to give into
Tis not something to abide
Tis a battle of the heart and mynd
What I have inside is my instead.

Monday, August 18, 2014

No Reason, No Rhyme, No Time }i{...

A step in time
No reason, no rhyme
Second guessed but forever blessed
The fated decline
Frustrated and petulant
Beyond all means
Gifted and by my very own choice
The answer is the lesson
It has no reason
It has no rhyme
My twisted and fated decline
What I know, I surely owe
That I do, why I shall maybe never know
Which I choose, shadows of blue
Vision impaired, I see in red
No longer alive, I feel I am dead
I can no longer stand my very own head.
Dreams come, remnants always remain
I see these faces, I hear these wordes
My dreams are better though
Whilst I am awake
Tis the sleepers choice to awaken
An inbetween realm
Of neither here nor theyr
A spidered web of the veils unbroken
But I have found amongst the weave
Of this tangled mess
All these woven lines, meet and connect. 
I have chosen, I have made my choice
I found a path to reconnect
Dreams and longings
The alive and the dead
Are all but one and the same
For tis our soul although it sleeps
It never, ever forgets
Here, I found my nevermore
Knock, knock, knocking at my Door.

Thursday, August 7, 2014

Dragon ways, Dragon days.. Learning asiatic draco }i{

Pinyin system of language.
c is pronounced like the ts in tsetse fly.
q is pronounced like the ch in chin.
x is pronounced like the sh in sheen.
zh is pronounced like the j in jump.
e is pronounced like a dull er without the r being sounded, like the e in talent. eh
e before ng is pronounced like the u in rung.
o is pronounced like the aw in jaw.
ou is pronounced like the o in go.

tian xia; 'everything under heaven' the emperor of china ruled the world.

Third or fourth century a creation story developed. In this myth Pan Gu, the first being, was born from the egg of chaos (note monkey magic) as he grew he separated heaven and earth. From his body when he died came the sacred mountains and the waters. His eyes became the sun and moon, his hair and beard the stars, and the hair on his body the vegetable world. 

 Confucius; western name from jesuit missionaries circa seventeenth century. 
 Kong Qui, Kong Fuzi (Master Kong) sixth century, 551- 479 BC. Born in Qufu in Shandong Province. #Two different beings mashed into one.
A scholar that wandered about from court to court (ties in with tuatha da dannan ways) attempting to find employment and to convince rulers the right way to govern. He proposed they should employ scholars and institute the study of classics and scholar ways (akin to sophokles and aristotle).
'Analects' is Westerners call his teachings, reasons unknown.
Confucius taught Nothing was more important to man, than man. He took part on rituals and sacrifices as if the gods were present. Ritual and Music were the best influences on man's character. Ritual formed him and kept him in order; music united him to other men and brought him joy. (also ways of the tuatha da dannan, check similarities).
Confucianism naturally fits within ancient chinese ways of close family ties and absolute rule in which the father governed like an emperor and the emperor cared for his subjects like a father, while those below obeyed both. These virtues fit a static and ideally gentle world, where every family has its place beneath the ruler, every individual has his place within the family, and force and administration are  kept to a minimum. 
Five Confucian virtues:  
humanity or benevolence; ren (alike aegypt)
Righteousness; yi
Propriety; li
Wisdom; zhi
Trustworthiness; xin.
Five Confucian relationships: the only equal one that of friend to friend, the others are hierarchical. Between father and son; between ruler and ruled; between husband and wife; between elder brother and younger brother. They are the virtues and relationships of a society where all are kept in order by the closest to them and where there is little of police or state interactions. Nobility did not need to be under any laws; they could govern conduct according to propriety. 
Ru is the Chinese term for Confucian, originally 'weakling'. Gentleness, refinement and calmness of a scholarly life is admired, plus a certain scepticism about everything, excepting keeping the right relationships with other people.
Right relationships required 'filial submission' (xiao), 'loyalty' (zhong), and the complementary virtue to loyalty: 'decency' or 'reciprocity' (shu), the duty of the emperor to rule justly and to take note of the advice of his subjects. 
Outwardly order could only be a reflection of internal self-discipline, particularly those placed in authority. The ruler must be good or society would decay, while losing the support of the people and thus the Mandate of Heaven and his throne, if he neglected these five virtues. 
[The relationship of friend to friend, this creed can not be broken or betrayed excepting endangering the state. In order to achieve betrayal of a friend by a friend, leaders had to attack the historical figure who represented the opposite principle, and who stood for hierarchy, order and relationships otherwise unshakeable by any difference of mere belief. An affect still used today.]

Dao, meaning The Way of Nature. 
Man should understand himself as a part of nature and to see change as the way of everything in the universe.  Man, with his cycle of growth, decay and death, is no different from any one thing in nature, be it stick, animal or cloud. So he should not insist on human order and hierarchy or cling to any particular form, or even to the form of his very own body, which must dissolve. Only in this way can he gain life, either by enduring longer in the world or by attaining Physical Immortality.  For a Daoist, Immortality is not impossible. There are two parts of the soul, one heavenly the other, earthly. The heaven element tends upwards; breathing techniques and sexual exercises are intended to lighten the soul so that it will dissolve into the universe, where it will endure. Health of the body, the earthly element, is sought in simplicity, balanced diet and exercise (taijiquan; shadow boxing). 
Daoist poet, Tao Qian; from the collected works Drinking Wine.
I have built my hut beside a busy road
But I can hear no clatter from passing cars and horses.
Do you want to know how?
When the mind is detached, where you are is remote also.
Picking chrysanthemums by the east hedge
I can see the hills to the south a long way away:
It is sunset and the air over the mountains is beautiful;
Birds are flying in flocks back to their nests.
This tastes real.
I would like to talk about it, but there are no words.

wuwei; 'non-action'. Out of the depth of extreme tranquility comes activity. Nothing out of harmony with the flow of things, stillness creates movement. The code of the swordsman as much as that of a fisherman.
taijiquan; shadow boxing
The circling movements of sword exercises and taijiquan are modelled on observation of the fighting tactics of animals, particularly of birds and of panthers. Circling movements put man in tune with the movement of the stars and with the natural cycle of water as it rises in clouds and falls in rain. 
In Daoism battle was seen as the element of all life, against mortal enemies and also against immortals within and outside the body. Working with nature by dexterity and balance rather than by brute force, outwitting the enemy, winning by bluff without a battle, and 'the strategy of the empty city': a reference to the story of a general who deceived the enemy into thinking an undefended city contained a huge army by leaving its gates wide open and playing the lute idly on the city walls.

Daoism is associated with alchemy and magic, the core reason being attaining the elixir of life and immortality.  The transmutation of base matter into gold, gold being associated with immortality and eternal life, because of its durability and constancy under changing conditions. The word 'alchemy' derives vis Arabic from the Chinese word for gold, jin. (Djinn, genie)

Lao Zi, Dao Master; discover how nature acts by observing nature. Yin and Yang in the universe match each other. The combination of yin and yang is Life. A qigong breathing activity to enjoy long life without age if kept practising.. When you are full of energy, your 'cinnabar centre' (a nerve centre two inches below the navel) will produce heat. With your hand you can cure sickness. Those with very high perfection can bake pancakes on the abdomen by the heat produced from the cinnabar centre, or can boil water on a leg. We should absorb the natural essence of the universe, and store our own energy. So you cannot get married. The more energy you have, the more vigorous you will become, and gradually you will be able to renew your youth. The main purpose of a Daoist is to become an Immortal. 

Friday, August 1, 2014

What Lays Beneath and Inbetween }i{...

Here lies beneath 
With the shadows of a broken man
The last vestige of a modern compliance
For me, the road to endure I have found
Serenity and completeness instead
Morality mocked and bean-sidhe knocked
The eternal, life of the nocturnal
Be I alive, or be I dead?
I do not care, for I am whole
Once again.
By fingers and by thumbs
To this place I could never shun
A'dancing with swirls
A pattern had emerged
A doorway open
A worlde spent, left heaving and hoping
Fingers brisk, a chill sets in
How the skin burns from this feeling of cold
So very wonder full, so very olde
I do not want to let go
This time again, rest assured
Is why I walk through that door.
With faith in my hands and dirt on my feet
Worned out, tattered and tired I may be
Stretched and rung, this lonely song
Is what keeps me
With visions and might
To behold, tis such a beautyfull sight
It is so hard to leave, this empty ache
Closing the door gently behind me
I turn away, never a goodbye
My heart was left bloody, held in my hands.

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

The tale of two tails, Sekhmet and Apophis... }i{

"I want Apophis."
The kitty purred and licked her paws
Sekhmet calls 
This is a time she wants for more
"I want Apophis"
Her constant nightly battle
Sekhmet always wants for more
"I want Apophis"
Her appeasement although
Tis an injustice
This is a battle that she adores
Forever, chaos strains to capture the night
Ordained in the passage of universal flight
For only in chaos can we know order
Meaning in the mysterios
Truth in the legend
We find life within the mythos
Tis in this pain she finds constant delight
Her appeasement
An injustice
Binded and bounded
For another long night
Apophis and the Kitty
Sekhmet and her favoured tale
With each turn of the wheel
Of day that turns to night
A revolution that must always be won
The apokolypse, the revelation
With a flick of two tails
Apophis and Sekhmet
Neither friend nor foe
Tis the kitty, her joy and her bliss
Forever in the night she rules
After all,
It twas Sekhmet in the end
Who said 
"I want Apophis...
Tis the winning that is only half the fun." 
Thus, once more
Night can return to Day
The earth and the sun
Armageddon undone
Wormwood burned
Ashes to Dust
Returned and Reborn
Til the night has again begun
Another round, ritual returned
A kitty and her snake 
A tale of conquest
The conception of good and evil 
Unyielding temptations
Tasteful flavourings
Curiosities bested
Smouldered and sequestered
The love of the Battle
A moral to a story
Of two tails a rite untold
The ending is its very beginning
Intertwined enraptured enamoured 
A love already won
Is the lure of Apophis for the goddess

Sunday, July 6, 2014

Dragon Rites and Invokation... }i{

Hail, to the Dragon Lord of the North
He who is the King of the Starry Realm
The Master of the Sky, He of both the Night and Day
Hail, to the Dragon Lord of the East
He who is the King of the Manifesto Realm
The Master of the Codes, He of both the Magickian and the Pursuit
Hail, to the Dragon Lord of the South
He who is King of the Hidden Realm
The Master of the Shadows, He who is neither Male nor Female
Hail, to the Dragon Lord of the West
He who is King of the Time and Memories
The Master of All that has been Forgotten, He of the All that will ever be
Hail, to the Goddess of the Spirit of the Middle Realm
She who is the Queen of the Elements, Hers is of Balance and Grace
Mother Goddess, Dragon Warrior, Gentle yet Fierce
Come to Me!

To See the Power and Feel the Power
One must succumb first to the depths
Of theyr very own Inner Being
To find theyr Personal Sovereignty
Once this is found, rest assured the Path will not be easy
Kept with Perfect Love and Perfect Trust
We are assured it is our very selves 
That is our Guarantee
How one discovers or that which one follows
Is the personal choice we are given
To find our own way
Tis the Sun that Illuminates the Way
Tis the Moon that Hears the Call
Of our Hearts that wish to soar
Tis our Wings that come out at Night
Tis our Claws that we no longer wish to hide
Tis our Tears for something more
Tis our Laughter of the Inspired
Wayseers, Oracles, Dreamers and Dancers
Sword and Dagger
Orb and Cube
Tis the Circle that cuts the Square
Never to Conform, We are Forever Aware
Of Who and What we truly Are
That, my friends
Is Perfect Love and Perfect Trust
Personal Sovereignty, Exactly as We Are
Dragon Borne.
Such truly Beautyfull creatures and beasts
We All Are.
With Thanks we give to the Gods
With Respect we love the Gods 
With Thanks we give to the Goddess
With Respect we love the Goddess
With Thanks we give to each other
With Respect we allways help the other
One Love, One Life
We Are All As One
Merry we meet and Merry we leave
Forever our Life is a Blessed One indeed.
So Mote It Be.

The Battle and Life, Mastering the Path... }i{

The poorest of people, have the richest spirit
Why is that so that Faith alone 
Can feed the soul but not line pockets 
Equally with the same amount of gold
Forever to give to others and not one's self
Is the hardest Path to follow
Conform to the rules and dwell in the shadows
Break the rules, swim from the depths
Take a step out of the shallows
Before the ocean overwhelms 
To drown you in this Shallow
What if one cannot see what is before them
Fate is placed in another's hands
Living the Life that calls out for you 
Keeping afloat, perhaps the ocean is trying to drown you
Whatever can you do?
What will you do?
When you feel you can no longer survive
Sink or swim, drown or float
What if you have no lifeboat?
Nobody to help you and far too much 
Inside of you a storm gathers and swirls
You are the eddy, the whirlpool 
You have caused upon your Own
The lessons to learn are forever a constant
Round and round, around they all go
Always theyr for others, never for your selfe
What is this lesson and why does it not go?
I am strong, yet I am weak
I am noble, yet I am also lost
I am good, yet I am fallen
I have lost myselfe
While looking for some kind of Heaven
This is what happens when one
Takes a leap of Faith
Steps from the cliff and falls from the ledge
I drowned myselfe in the ocean
The waves returned me to the shore
But this shallow depths
Is the hardest one to stand I am sure.
In times of crisis and human needs
Always remember and forget not to Breathe
When night is hard and day the hardest
Still even so, Life is precious and Love abounds
One must look up and also down
Hold your head high and still be proud
Never forget, we all just try to do our best.

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Crimes and Misdemeanours of thee Heart }i{...

Patience is a virtue they say
Not bloody likely, retorts my reply
Be a very nice person I am told
Niceties are not for everyone, as I turn away
Do what I say and not what I do 
What I say is what I do, my more preferred way..
Expose my heart and burn my soul
Churn my insides, turned inside out
Dark my eyes and spark them up
Breathe my words...
Yours is Mine and Mine is Yours
Tear my heart into tiny little pieces
Ripped to shreds 
I feel so much better
Take my soul, open my mind
Enhance my spirit and make it mine
Face the wraith, a wrath exposed
Know your crime and fix your time
Bandage thee Heart back up again
A stitch in time completes the End
A twist to start it back up again
Like clockwork, ticketty tock
Tis your Heart that beats to the clock
What goes up must come down
So must what is down, again come back up
Mirrored within and mirrors without
Mouth speaks the Truth that the Eyes can See
Ears hear the sound that causes the soul to ache
Bones stilled under thy flesh
Bloodened paths of the ancestors behest
Oh how I cry, at the hidden request
Fairly certain, Farely working, Faery lurking
Tis the head and heartened pardon
The Finish... The Line... 
Towards the Unremarkable journey's End!

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Earth, once more... }i{

Before it begun it had ended
My life again, the remembered intended
The forgiven, by the forgotten
The livid, the tempered and the rotten
To each, they have dared
The darkened out streets, alit by candles glare
Frenzied dreams. a screamer alive 
Hidden passages shown behind the curtain drawn
Hedging leaves coloured with fragrant floral seams
Garden paths formed of a cobbled stone
A threshold and a crossroad
Ignited fireflies pattern the earths starry abode
A lost, little girl unsure of how to go
Dank, wet dirt touches her feet 
The scent of the earth, clamours her skin
Another awareness has set in
She looks to the sky, for the moon always knows
Tis the sun who always tells her so
Why it is the earth that is her home
A request, a bless, and an emptiness
Alive, cried, sanity denied
Falls to her knees upon the cobbled stones
Only the fragrance and scent keeps her aware
Hurling through her bones, her skin and her blood
Curling and curdling, her blighted lessen
Fissures and fractures of a wrecked mind
Hands tightened, chipped polished nails
Scratch and burn her skin
Tis like paper that hath worned thin
Unfurls her fists, screams to the sky
She falls to the earth
Trusts, she does not know why
Tempered madness, the sweetest caress
Earthly groans of olden bones
Seams from her cracks
She withers and dies
The love of her, returned back into the earth.
Dirt and Sky, Rain and Fire
Back to the Earth once more.

Friday, April 4, 2014

Faery History of the Pict-Sidhes, as found in faeryworld magazine. }i{...

'Many go to the Tir-na-nog in sleep, and some are said to have remained there, and only a vacant form is left behind without the light in the eyes which marks the presence of a soul.
    Once upon a time there lived the people of the Sídhe, the Tuatha Dé Danann who are the children of the goddess Danu.  The ancient Gods and Goddesses, whose magickal fae-blood carries on today through the descendants of the High Kings of Ireland, these druids and shamans who ruled by faery Law and worked within the faery lore.  The greatest one who ever was King Arthur, a faery legacy remembered for all time because of his legendary feats and epic tales as only a faery-borne could do.  
    Exceptionally skilful in the arts and science, poetry and magicks, and also glamouring (the otherworlde they did create remember) Tuatha today stay hidden by their own choice from prying human eyes and minds.  Ensuring they would be never forgotten by the remnants of human time, these grand beings creatively and discreetly left behind for us, mythical and real remnants we can still see or feel today. Only those wise of magick, can see with faery eyes!      Symbolic creatures, these beings have left messages and clues for them to be found, but only if one knows where to go.  Faery mounds and portals, doorways hidden by nature can be opened by spirals and glyphs. A tip for the faery quester, they like it all in threes! 
Forever hidden in another realm and time, but sometimes... a faery falls for a mortal and for them they will show themselves only.  How true is this for some fair and gentle people throughout mortal time has discovered, and how indeed does everything become more magickal and strange.
  A long time ago when the ancients treaded upon our world, there was a war of titles and land claims to call Ireland (Pict) home.  An epic battle ensued,  the Fir Blog defeated the Tuatha De Danann, causing these gentle teachers to turn away from the humans, leaving for their new home called Tir na n-Og ("Land of Youth").  They are adventurers and travellers at heart, still even today on the wild hunt they choose to do so.  They are a proud kind, gentle but warriors if need be, war is not their favourite option on the battlefront their minds and magickal skills are.  As war was far too distasteful for most of the Tuatha, and humans are a very rough and uncouth species for them energy-wise, these gentle folk retreated 'til another human time of evolution and refinement.  
   Some of the Tuatha made a decision to continue living quietly with the victors of this terrible war, but now their homes were made hidden by magic from the eyes of mortals, these homes are called Sidhe (síd or sídh) or the Otherworld.  So very constant in their timings, but also not a part of anytime I feel they work on cosmological alignments and human acceptance.  Honestly, I do not wonder why they are shy.. My last name is a very old faery name, and how personally I have found not all people like faery kinds.  I am sure some of you have found this too, unique qualities frighten mere mortals once they see or feel the magick.  My word of advice for lovers of the fae... the Best and only way is the Faery way! 
   For those who do not revel in mythos like I,  perhaps would like to know that the children of Danu and her descendants today, still know this goddess as their mother.  Brighid, the goddess Bride she is also known.. As a warrior, they call her the Morrighan.  Many facets make a faery goddess as you can see, their magicks are their mystery and keep our history.
  Of course we all know how faeries love treasure and pretties, let me leave you with a curiosity.. Tuatha De Danann are the keepers of the greatest treasure ever, which they brought with them from the four island cities Murias, Falias, Gorias and Findias, when they arrived in Ireland.
  From Falias is the Stone of Fál (Lia Fáil)... The stone would cry out beneath the king who took the sovereignty of Ireland. It was supposedly located near the Hill of Tara in County Meath. (Legitimacy of kingdom).
From Goirias or Gorias is the Spear (sleg) of Lugh... No battle was ever sustained against it, or against the man who held it.
From Findias is the Sword (claideb/claiomh solais) which belonged to Núadu ... No one ever escaped from it once it was drawn from its sheath, and no one could resist it. The sword is also described in the Tain legend as 'Nuadu's Cainnel'  a glowing bright torch.
From Muirias or Murias  is the Cauldron (coire) of the Dagda ... No company ever went away from it unsatisfied.

Hidden Magick.
Theyr is a place in this worlde
Far away it can be heard
Calling you when the full moon glistens
A magickal land where faery's go
Only if you're lucky will they show
A worlde of magickal beings
Not for human beings
Unicorns, Dragons and Wytches fly
On theyr own magickal highs
Goblins in the dark hide
Lost from us in a worlde so wide
When the elves do come
To have theyr mischievous fun
When the faery's do fly
On moonbeams way up high
When the wytches do cast
Magick working to forever last
We can open up our ears to hear
Why it is us they really fear
Look when the moonlight glistens
When the time starts to quicken  
See the flickers in the sky
Open up to the worlde that hides
Maybe then they will let you see
Into the worlde you wish to be.

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

The void, the aeon, the flux... }i{

To fill the void of the creative urge
One must first disappear to the aethers
Succumb the depths and force 
This energy to rise back above
To live the art and become the heart
One must journey and walk the path
In honesty, we find value
In value, we find truth
To live your values and walk your truth
One must first find theyr truth
If it tis the journey you seek, but not the path
Does not matter, for it is still a craft
This crafted truth is your well-worn path
See how in the end, your way is always the correct path
Regardless who deems what may.
Live thy Life, it shall set you free 
In thee Truth, what you seek is
Duplicity, it tis always you and me..
Thus it ends what has begun
Blessfull tidings of tried and true
Visions alive, and dreams come true.
May we forever part and return
To always see another brighter day.
So Mote It Be. )O(....

Friday, February 28, 2014

Magicks and Revelations, odes and spell-full things... }i{ Favourite practical magick...

I believe in magick
Magick believes in me
Betwixt magicks and Belief
You shall always find me.

Dragons need to share with humans
Humans need to share with dragons
Simplicity and yearning
Is the Key!

Faery Stones...
The  finding of a faery stone, be it great or small, is a good sign.  But it should never be given away, because the reciever will get the good luck, some disaster shall befall the giver.

How to have money always...
Take the black feather of a black cock, go to the crossing points of three faery paths (leylines),and while holding the feather and a gold-coloured coin, call the name Aine three times, to bring you everlasting prosperity.

How to go invisible...
Gather the dandelion plant plant on the first fullmoon after the flowerheads have appeared.  Call on the powers of the goddess Brighet and ask her to grant your wish to be invisible.  Walk three times right-hand wise around a sacred well.  Scatter the dandelion plant around the well as you walk intenting to become invisible.

How to win love....
O, Aonghus who bore the wounds of love and longing,
If this person be ordained for me
Let me hold theyr hand now
And breathe theyr breathe
O my love
I set a charm at the top of your head
To the sole of your foot
To each side of your breast
That you may not leave me nor forsake me
As a foal after a mare
As a child after the mother
May you stay with me and follow me till death
Comes to part us asunder.
Let it be so.

Do they love me Apple spell....
To determine whether or not someone loves you, eat an apple to the core until you find a seed.  Remove the seed and name it by the same name as the one you love.  With a pin, inscribe the name of your love on a candle.  Light the candle and leave it to burn for a moment before dropping the seed into the candle flame.  If the seed makes a crackling sound, the one you desire can hardly contain theyr feelings for you.  Snuff out the candle.

Latin Magickal Wordes of Enchantment...
Accio;              To summon. Used to summon objects and arrive to the spellcaster.
Auguamenti;    To bring forth water.  Used with a pendulum, to find water sources.
Alohomora;      To unlock a doorway.
Anapneo;         To breathe.  Clears lung airways to help overcome breathing issues.
Appareo;          To become visible.  Makes transparent objects appear.
Colligere;          To bind objects together.
Colloportus;      To seal doorways.
Diffindo;            To split. Causes separation between objects.
Dissimulo;         To conceal. Disguise, keep hidden, or keep secret.  Can be used to opposite effect and revealing.
Episkeyi;           To repair.
Finis;                 To end, resolution of a matter.
Homorphus;     To transform, creating shapeshifting abilities.
Levo;                To raise, to lift up something.
Libaro;              To liberate. To set something free.
Lumos;             To illuminate the dark.  Turn lights on.  
Nox;                 To make the dark.
Patronus;         To call in a protector.  To call forth your guardian god/dess.
Protego;           To find or create a gateway portal.
Specialis Revelio;  To unveil, reveals hidden magickal workings.
Tergeo;             To wipe clean your slate, for cleansing objects.

Raven and Crow Omens...
They slept until the black raven,
The blithe hearted
Proclaimed the joy of heaven.

The raven symbolises the void- the mystery of that which is not yet formed.  The raven draws in all energy towards itselfe and releases it into new forms.  Element is air, they are the spirit messengers.  Known as the Trickster.

One for bad news
Two for mirth
Three is a wedding
Four is a birth
Five is for riches
Six is a thief
Seven a journey
Eight is for grief
Nine is a secret
Ten is for sorrow
Eleven is for love
Twelve is joy for tomorrow.

Saturday, February 22, 2014

Prying Eyes and the Changeling... }i{

Theyr was a time once before, forever ago it now seems
I knew my life, I knew my dreams
Alas, the forbidding of understanding and realisations
Now is the life I lead
Why this is so, this deepened yearning to know
I ponder the thought, overwrought and underwhelmed
Visions of heaven and alone in hell
How can this be, this is new to me
How can this be so, I no longer know
The mysterios path that befell me
Perhaps my head is no longer theyr
My heart doth no longer care
Nevermore, evermore and forevermore
Three terms and wordes that mean so much
My broken, and cracked heart hath become my binding crutch
A day with mirth, a night with joy
Realms of ancientness and times devoid
Songlines are the leylines of an ancient craft
The earth is hard, the sea it drowns and the sky thunders 
This raging storm I have become
Twas a thing I could not of perceived
What I knew, was no longer for me
So much hate and anger thrown at me
Gentleness of spirit I feel is not for me
Although this is something I do try
The battle for my heart and soul, my life and my fate
Thrust into a shameful display, unfortunately for me
Something I never, ever did foresee
This life, this fate is not yours, but another's destiny
But for me tis my very own curvature of learning
Of a journey undertaken, my spiritual path 
One where everybody fights against me
Them who once loved me now say they never knew me
Turns a gentle thought into a wounded cry
How loneliness and strangeness overcomes me
I know the ancientness was me all along
That must master this slighted discretion
To keep my very selfe on track
It is my heart that must nevermore look back
As much as my mind tries 
For the past is to stay the past
If one wishes to carry on theyr very own way
Sometimes I do wish I am that perfectly bright day
And not a blackened, hardened heart that became this way
Tis my songline, this parable poetic life
Something had snapped within this broken chest
Looking for life, I tripped and fell much into this newel bequest
My heart has treasoned me, this I know
For tis my mind that says this is the reason, and all good will follow
Such a battle writhes inside for heaven and hell, to feel depth
I never thought my pagan heart would be bothered by this heaven and hell
I cannot deny, this cries with an unbidden and lonely sigh 
That came from nowhere, and now remains
Once I knew, now I can only wonder 
Why curiosities consume me
Burning morrows and starry nighs.