A traverse throughout Hystory and Mythology...)O(

Inanna's descent into the

Underworlde...

“I went there of my own free will.

I went there in my finest gown,

with my rarest Jewels

With my Queen of Heaven crown

In the Underworld

At each of the Seven Gates

I was stripped seven times

Of all that I thought I was

Till I stood bare in who I really am.

The Birth of Aphrodite...

            Aphrodite, her birth results when Kronos castrates his father and throws his testicles away.  The blood from the wound falls on earth and generates the Erinyes, Giants and Ashtree Nymphs.

The genitals, cut off with adamant

and thrown from land into the

stormy sea.

Were carried for a long time on

the waves;

White foam surrounded the

immortal flesh,

And in it grew a girl.  At first it

touched

On holy Cythera, from there it

came

To Cyprus, circled by the waves.

And there

The goddess came forth, lovely,

much revered,

and grass grew up beneath her

delicate feet.

Her name is Aphrodite among

men.

And gods, because she grew up in

the foam,

And Cytherea, for she reached that

land,

And Cyprogenes, from the stormy

place

where she was born, and

Phillommedes from

The genitals, by which she was

concieved.

Eros is her companion; fair Desire

Followed her from the first, both

at her birth

and when she joined the company

of the gods.

From the beginning, both among

gods and men,

she had this honour and received

This power:

Fond murmuring of girls, and

smiles, and tricks.

And sweet delight, and

friendliness and charm.

Homer; VIII

to Ares...

            Ares, exceeding in strength, chariot-rider, golden-helmed, doughty in heart, shield-bearer, saviour of cities, harnessed in bronze, strong of arm, unwearying, mighty with spear, O defence of Olympus, father of Warlike Victory, ally of Themis, stern governer of the rebellious, leader of righteous men, sceptred King of manliness, who whirl your fiery spear among the planets in their seven-fold courses through the aether wherein your blazing steeds ever-bear you above the third firmament of heaven; hear me, helper of men, giver of dauntless youth!  Shed down a kindly ray from above upon my life, and strength of war, that I may be able to drive away bitter cowardice from my head and crush down the deceitful impulses of my soul.  Restrain also the keen fury of my heart, which provokes me to tread the way of blood-curdling strife.  Rather, O blessed one, give you me the boldness to abide within the harmless laws of peace, avoiding strife and hatred and the violent fiends of death.

Sokrates speech of Persephone...

            “Let us inquire what thought man had in giving them (the gods) their names... The first men who gave names (to the gods) were no ordinary persons, but high thinkers and great talkers... Pherephatta!-- How many people fear this name, and also Apollon!  I imagine it is because they do not know about correctness of names.  You see they change the name Phersephone and its aspect frightens them.  But really the name indicates that the goddess is wise; for since things are in motion (pheromena), that which grasps (ephaptomenon) and touches (ephapon) and is able to follow them is wisdom.  Pherepapha, or something of the sort, would therefore be the correct name of the goddess, because she is wise and touches that which is in motion (epaphe tou pheromenou) and this is the reason why Haides, who is wise, consorts with her, because she is wise-- but people have altered her name, attaching more importance to euphony than to truth, and they call her Pherephatta!-Persephone.”

                                                                   Wif of Bathes Tale...

“In Th' olde days of The King Artour,

Of which That Bretons speken gret honour,

I was this lond fulfild of faerie;

The elf-quene, with joly compaigne,

Danced full ofte in many grene mede.

This was The olde opinion, as I rede;

I speak of many hundred yeres ago.

But now no man se none elves mo,

For now The great charitee and prayers

Of limitours and other holy freres,

That serchen every lond and every streme,

As thikke as motes in the sonnebeme,

Blissing halles, chambres, kitchens, boures,

Citees and burghes, castle highe and toures,

Thropes and bernes, shepenes and dairies,

This maketh that ther ben no faeries.”

Heirachie of Angells...

“In John Milesius any man may reade

Of divels in Sarmatia honored,

Call'd kottri, or kibaldi; such as wee

Pugs and Hob-goblins call their dwellings bee

In corners of old houses least frequented,

or beneath stacks of wood: and these convented,

Make fearfull noise in buttries and in dairies;

Robin Goodfellowes some, some call them fairies.

In solitairie roomes these uprores keepe,

And beat at dores to wake men from their slepe;

Seeming to force locks, be ne'er so strong,

and keeping Christmas gambols all night long.

Pots, glasses, trenchers, dishes, pannes and kettles,

They will make dance about the shelves and settles,

As if about the kitchen tost and cast,

Yet in the morning nothing found misplac't.”

The madness of Lord Byron...

haunted Dreams of being Annesley.

This is the story to end the Haunting

Visions in my head and voices from the Dead

A long time they have been waiting

along the course of the ebb and flow of Time

that goes Forever by.

Waiting, Waiting, Waiting

Anticipating....

For the one who completes the Circle.

            The Dream was the poem, the verbatim that has made family hystory and generational haunting true, for me anyhow.  The realisation of how one's Dreams, one's ancestory, one's Blood can be tied to the realm of public display and hystory.  Teetering on the brink of the madness of Byron and his love for a Lady who's blood runs with a touch of my own, my own veins thrive with the words wanting to be brought to Life.  Poetic passion and a mind not unlike Byron's.  Is that why they touch upon me, the spirits of an uneasy rest? The fact that I can See and hear the wordes, as like Mary Chaworth, I too am also touched with the Sight. Byron was madly, and once unrequitedly in Love with she who's mother shared my own name.  At some stage, our three Bloods doth intermingle. 

            They will not rest 'til theyr tale is told and finished.  As Lord Byron in death and once in Life, his very selfe has to express the poetry of his Heart and let all and sundry know his Love is now complete.

...And out of Madness and Eternal Loneliness you call Life

And from the Foreverness and Freedom you call death

It is Greater than that which you call Life

It is Love...

Love is my Reward, which is my Magickal Birth Right...

The Dream...

Written by Lord Byron, at the Hills of  Annesley; the ancestral home of my family.

It is very important to me this beautiful poem, not just because of where it was given creative life, but because it was written about one of my ancestresses, Mary Chaworth the True Love of Lord Byron.  It explains of her demise within the apparent throes of madness of having the Sight, and being fey; hopefully not for me, but I am ever aware of the risks of the Other Worlde.  After her lonely death in Annesley Hall, Lord Byron finally truly learns the Secrets of Annesley Magick.. It is said it was written about my relation long ago, but as it is called The Dream, what if it was about a future Dream... of Me?

Verse VII 

… but the look

Which is not of the Earth; She was become

The queen of a fantastic realm; her thoughts

were combinations of disjointed things:

And forms impalpable and unpercieved

of other's sight familiar to hers...

Verse VIII

… and made him friends of the mountains; with the stars

And the quick spirit of the Universe

He held his dialogues; and they did teach

to him the magic of the mysteries:

To him he book of Night was opened wide,

and voices from the deep abyss revealed

A marvel and a secret- Be It So.



Atlantean Memories Continued...



Atlantean Memories Continued...

               It’s funny, so many words and thoughts are tangling my mind.  But once, as soon as I hit the beach, they have all but disappeared.  Clarity No, but release Yes!

                I am an electrical conduit it seems, at the moment it is changing, growing stronger but not so in control of.  I feel like an X-men First Class, just learning her power.  But it is not new, it is an olde one and needed again, once more. 

                **You are afraid to use it and fear learning it, so you shut it down.  It has been used before, never misused as you have thought long ago.  It was needed that way, to end that way.  The power of misbegotten acts and beluigered creatures, it became.  It hurt you to see others use your powers that way.  But now theyr is strength in numbers, none of you are alone or separated no more.  You can hear and feel others across the worlde.  Those made before like you (created from your genes as they extracted them) they are coming back once again for guidance.  They know somewhere deep within them, that they are in fact part of you- your D.N.A, your magickal powers as you call them.

                You need to learn your skills and remember exactly who you are, no matter how hard.  So you can help them to Release theyr binds of Soul.  You never bound theyr soul intentionally, out of own small act of creation from your blood does not make you theyr owner, master..But theyr Leader.

Earth, Air, Fire and Sea...)O(

Earth, Air, Fire and Sea

Goddess, please come to me

Am I forsaken

Has my Soul been taken

I am Your Daughter

Risen out of the water

I am Your Mother

At One with the Father

I am Your Sister

In my Soul I hear You whisper

Goddess, I feel so alone

Have I somewhere to call my home

Is theyr room in this worlde for me

Can You tell me what You see

Air, Fire, Sea and Earth

Goddess, I call You to my hearth

I am so confused inside

To You I can only confide

My power has waned

My emotions are swayed

Have I done wrong

I cannot hear Your song

You are my Daughter

Gone back to the water

You are my Mother

Alone with my Father

You are my Sister

To my Soul will You whisper

I drew down the Moon

I became a part of Your womb

I lifted up the Sun

Together we were as One

But now we are so far apart

I cannot feel You in my heart

Fire, Sea, Earth and Air

Goddess, You are everywhere

Can You hear my plea

I want to know You are here with me

Isolated by myselfe

I have done this to myselfe

You are somewhere in my heart

But for awhile I fell apart

I left you for a time

Consumed in this pain of mine

Sea, Earth, Air and Fire

Goddess of the Earth, Gaia

You are known by many names

From You my Soul I claim

Alone in this worlde of Yours

I live by life’s Sacred Laws

I am calling You here with me

Into the heart I try to flee

I want sanity in this discourse

I need to feel Your loving force

But I know what it is I ask

Has been hidden by my Dark

Earth, Fire, Air and Sea

Goddess, I need to release from me

The pain that lives inside

The insanity that I abide

No more darkness from the deep

I want to Awaken from my sleep

Goddess, I thank You for

The lessons that I live for

I know that inside it is me

Not You, I try to flee

Bring me back to Your hearth

Back into the womb of the Earth.



Dear Goddess, this be the hystory that makes a piece of mee )O(

Part One:

The Mary Magdalene Connection..

 Maternal Great-Grandfather- Dupin, was once altered from Du Pont.

Paternal Great-Grandfather- Cobber Herod, direct descendant of King Herod.

         My hystory, it has been an ongoing dispute with myself and very much a challenge to piece it together.  And it was, unknowingly, an answer to a call I made for some 'higher guidance'...

            The Holy Grail is You.  You are the Chalice.  My mother has no cervix or female parts inside, caused from cancer, her Chalice is empty but fills with an amazing writing language (google Mary Rodwell, e.t contactee, she has some and some scientific way of interpreting).  I have the ability to interpret emotionally, but find it a hard challenge to muster want to, but as she became unwell I now keep them under magickal Protection and asked my gods for a means of getting them into the worlde where they should be.  Caretaker and she still writes more.  The Bloodline most important she says, we have such a scattered hystory on her side it is so hard to find out much, and all the elders except my nan, (nee Dupin) have passed on.  Her own mother tried to ritually sacrifice my mother when she was a childe, possessed by daemons they say,, but you could say the same thing if you hear my mum speak her language.  Personally, I do believe based on me and my mum and my nan, its e.t Bloodline, and magickal powers is what I add.  Odd, but aliens have always been an accepted fact of life in my family, magick was the evil and taboo, but my nan says i'm fine and meld it perfectly. Cuppas and having a chat take on a much different turn at our house,, than most peoples!

           I believe Mary Magdalene was a priestess, I have not really researched her past and would of thought of the Goddess Isis, but I may be wrong, somehow a priestess of Ma'at seems more appropriate.  Jesus was a magician, his powers are a display of magick that we all can learn but somehow his Bloodline makes it ever more potent.  He is a son of God, hystory and the bible got the Story wrong.

            Even though it is my mother that is the one who feels the connection with Mary and Jesus, as close and real as I have with the Gods and Goddesses, and acts as a Holy Grail, it is my fathers side that has the 'real' evidence not just what you 'know' in your bones and can't deny.  My father is the Grandson of Cobber Herod, direct descendant of king Herod, a proud thing to be she apparantely always said before her passing.  The name Annesley, from a little personal research, is prominent within many worlde changing events and steeped with magick and hystorical records (loves it!!...).  Alice Annesley married into the family of, and bore Paganus Chaworth, a Crusader of King Richard and his seal, used by Annesley's, was mother Mary holding baby Jesus in her lap and a cap with a feather in it keeps standing out as importance to me.. My brother is the one who keeps knowledge of our crest, and is even making a new one for these times and our branch of lineage.  It is my uncle who has the family tree, I am the one who can put it together.  The Annesleys, after the marriage of Alice to George Chaworth, the brothers branched off around the worlde, our line lost our knighthood and we moved to Australia lost and forgotten I suppose, until facebook and we are all getting to know each other again.  Timing is a strange thing.  D.N.A and genetics are truly a force behind our actions, unwittingly and with a lot of love Herod married and turned into Annesley.  Dupin (Du Pont) marries Carty (gypsys, famous dowsers. Once McCarthy of the First Fleet but changed to Carty.)

So, the Dupin's (Du Pont) and Carty (McCarthy) line, ties the Bloodline together with Herod and Annesley, to make me, my brother and sister.  Mary Magdalene/ Holy grail Crusader's/ King Herod blood all mixed together is my strange hystory and what for?

1...                Cobber Herod said it was a very proud thing to be a Herod, and it's not what the bible says.  Have just learned of Ehud Netzer, archaeologist, he spent his life proving them wrong. The whole kill all first born sons karma seems to hit my life, I have four sons and no daughter what I used to call the Herod Curse, but they are genius and well bred.

2...              Mum has always said and believed Mary and Jesus bore childe, the Holy Grail is that childe.

3...               I remember overhearing childehood conversations from both family sides saying that, Jesus (especially Mary magdalene) escaped and left to France (Du Pont connection?).  Cobber also said King Herod was the one who helped them escape, attonement, friendship, alliance.  Years ago that was, she was dead years before Da Vinci Code, Holyblood HolyGrail times.. Mum used to look for her own name in that book Lol..

4...              Annesley Manor housed the Crusaders, King Richard, Robin Hood etc.. Lord Byron wrote The Dream (a guideline for me somehow it works).  Google Annesley Manor, Paganus Chaworth, Felley Priory.  My distant relations now owns it back, and live at Castlewellan forest (theyr sooo fae without really knowing).  Theyr the family closer to the lineage of royalty, my uncle Danny would have been Sir, if not for our side losing its Title (we ALL get bugged bout that,, if only..Lol).

5...               My mother's side is very closed about its hystory, not much is allowed to be talked about, its getting easier to now though. 

6...               Dad's side is fairly easy, Annesley and Herod is much known about if you google. That always amuses me..!

It is a little hard for me to try to put my ancestory together, what I denied for so long and was ashamed of, is kind of cool.  To put my family hystory together is a big task, and a hobby hoping to turn into acceptance of myself and all that comes with.  Perfect timing and Magick is the only way it Works with me...

Bright Blessings of

            Love and Whysdoms,

            Belinda Annesley. )0(

The Isle of Fraser, Ancient Memories and Mermaid Dreamings.

Remembering the Mother Land on Fraser Island )O(....

         Theyr is an offshore lesson to Return to the Watery Deep/Keepe.  To Envision one's mermaid legs or tail (yes, some did have legs and naught a tail.) is not enough, the molecules need to Change.  This is how you Shift.  Lemurians were Shifters, they still are.  Mermaids, Magickal Creatures and Beings alike and akin to faery folks, of both the Lands and the Sea.  Atlantis was meant to be theyr Safe Harbour.  We/they are still paying theyr dues.

            Pristine white sands, glorious tranquil seas, were a drawcard for vengeances and many jealousies between the Gods and the Peoples.  Atlantis was originally in awe of the Lemurians, but once captured and kept, the Mu Spirit of Indefeat did in fact become, theyr Defeat.  Wroth with rage and the times, Atlantis harnessed theyr Powers and turned it into Technology.  See, once Atlantis was not that Way... it was as Great with Glory as Mu, the Lemurian's of the Mother Land; the Original Ones.  But the Atlanteans could only Evolve in and to a certain capacity.  Thus began the Experiments on the Shifter Kind, the Magickal One's, those whose Heart's Beated with the Starrs and in time with the Earth.  The Lemurian's were once Whole.

            Horrific engineerings and splicings, Powers begot unnaturally and with over-zealous force.  The Legend is the Atlantis Fell in it's own Greed and Wraiths, the Reality is that this is so very True; but it was the gentle, graceful Lemurians who caused the Destruction to End the further Destruction.  Lemuria eradicated Atlantis using theyr own Powers Harnessed.  They went against the heirachie's and the governments (Strangers in a Strange Land.)  Atlantis was indeed felled by Lemuria.

            Theyr is an important message from these ancient times to learn from of this Past and its Karmic repercussions for millenia on; Never accept another power hungry country and it's governments Aid and   Help without fully understanding the consequences of these actions, because they also in fact become Yours.  The pain and resentment still resides and abides within humans to this day, of these very events, its tainted   memories Weaved with theyr Blood and Sinew and scattered remnants of Dreams.  Sadness dwells within theyr Hearts.  Minds and Mouths overflow with the Knowledge of the Past, and its Hystory...now Rise and ReCall.  So whence Repeated, it is not allowed for abominations upon Nature.  This time now, its leaders are fully aware and remember the consequences, but they still gather in the hope of Amnesia and Repression of the Lemurians and Atlanteans reincarnated today , that these memories and recollections are not remembered...but they are! 

            Your danger isn't in the race and quickening of Awakening and Remembrance, to accomplish in some certain Time, for theyr is No Time.  It is for Fear of the Past, where those Fear to Tred.  That which you done unto others, or that which was done unto You.  If chosen Not to Remember, this shall happen again, but this time Undefeated.  So Awaken!  Lemurians and Atlanteans!  Mermaids, Fae Folk, Shifters, Magickal Ones and Beasts!... Remember so that the Past is Not Repeated...  Remember Who and What You Are...

The First Ones,

The Olde Ones,

The Golden Ones!



To Shimmer and Shine...)O(

a prologue to faery shapeshifting.

      Fata Morgana... the very name itselfe imbues memories of mythology, magick and fae. Derived from an Italian translation of the Sorceress and faery ShapeShifting half-sister of King Arthur, the Morgan le Fey. This magickal name describes a very complex, decieving series of unusually elaborate vertically-stacked images, that form one rapidly-changing mirage. A very pretty and faeryesque description of ShapeShifting. The worde itselfe mirage comes to us from the Latin Mirare, meaning 'to look at, to wonder at', this is the same root line for the terms 'to mirror', and 'to admire'. ShapeShifting is the act of, or the magickal ability and power of metamorphosis, the transformation of the physical shape into another form; also known as transmorgification or transfiguration. This transformation can involve physical changes from a simple alteration of one's appearance, to a complete transformation into another bodily form. But to be a Shimmery One is when the shift takes place within the astral body, and can only be witnessed by others also within the aethers. This I seen during a dream of a friend, who had become a harpy that descended from the sky picking up people with her clawed talons, all the time screeching. To be a ShapeShifter on the astral plane does not come without warning, shifting dreams, flying dreams or running at extremely high speeds should not be kept in this state for long periods of time. The longer the Shift, the harder it is to change back and return.

It is the magick and nature of the faery wytch and those who carry it's BloodLine, to re-discover this innate built-in talent and genetic Wonder. The next time you see a crow remember that these common creatures have no natural enemies, and if acting peculiar, you may in fact have a Shifter about! That which Happens on the OtherSide of the DreamLand, will eventually manifest itselfe in this waking worlde. Dreams and residues of the Shimmery One, the Shining One, the Changeable One...sometimes leaves remnants and distant memories, of that which is told to be impossible, hence the warning!

As my magick grows stronger, I discovered that I do my best thinking in the InBetweens of Dreams and Wake, the Shadow Realm...and my kitty Twilight Merlyn Black sometimes gets very hungry and covered in dust in the morne also. 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.

The physical manifestations of Shape Shifting and Shimmering was very evident in the reflection of the mirror of myselfe during a spontaneous, Shamanic experience. For Real-and not in DreamLand and the OtherSide. Fierce-looking, Bright with Light, Shining and Shimmering and more than a little scary, I looked back at myselfe with apprehension and the odd thoughts that I hoped I did not turn out too horrible looking. I felt different and so Alive with Power, repeating to myselfe the wordes of my Reflection “I Now Need This Strength And Fierceness To Survive!”. I grew much Brighter 'til I could stand no more, so I returned back to mee. Once before this, in another mirror spell of myne 'Goddess Divine, what You See I will know in Time.' brought forth the change in my eyes. First they were myne, then cat-like, lastly serpent; the very next day not far from where I lived had a Natural Disaster. I have warnings like that often.

I once saw a DragonFly Faery, and dragonfly's surely are not what they appear to be. They are the faery messengers of the Dragon Keepe. The faery's legs fuse together to form the dragonfly's tail, the back of the dragonfly is in fact the front of the dragon fae, as they lay back to back, wing to wing. This was my very first experience of ShapeShifting or Shimmering, something so magickal that was shown to mee to pique my curiosity of what can be.