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...

Friday, July 5, 2013

Ambrosia, Beloved part two.


      For the Love of Valour, virtutis amore...

  It takes but the hands of time to master ones fate, the hours the minutes and even the seconds.. Forever ticking away, wearing at memories til they become but a faded remnant of a tattered dream... But somehow over the course of forgotten eternal Love, theyr comes a feeling like a butterfly growing within.  Like a cocoon that kept Love safe opens, and from it Love is borne once again. .. Such grand thoughts awoke in Anna, now she truly understood butterflies in the tummy. But why and what for, her ever curious head would ask her heart.. Theyr is no reason, except one her heart quietly replied. Love, Love.. Thats all that counts. That is all theyr is.  And that is what she soon found out. 
  She has a fate that she had to yet conceive, one that was much larger than her.. She was but only a tiny girl.  The promise of a god is ne'er one to understand, but promises they do keep.. Oft times throughout history a detriment to all.  Fate, the ever present factor, for gods and humans alike. See, theyr hand is held still or lured to where it also needed.  That is evolution. That is Ambrosia and Ares tale.  A god fell for a mortal and both succumbed to the Power of Love... Choosing to create theyr own Fate.
  How does one stand the madness of awakening to theyr true selfe, opening up to remembrance of a love greater than Time.  I wonder if we all feel like this, Anna pondered.  Not Anna, Ambrosia I should say... Nevermore shall that name be for her, nothing but the lovely Ambrosia shall do.  For that is now who she forever will be known as upon the earth that she walks upon, and in Olympus the home of the grecian gods.. Where her future lays, if Ares has his way.  
     Thinking such grand thoughts it came as as a sudden surprise, her body became electric, her hair frazzling, rising in the air, moving with sudden static.. She froze and she wondered, the anxiety of the strange experience unnerved her, like a child she curled into a ball.. A feeling of protectiveness for her sanity overwhelmed her and a foreign rationality tried to set in, that familiar distant figure in the  depths held her tight before she exploded it felt  ... What is happening to me? Her mind screamed at this figure  in fright, wishing the high frequency whirring that surrounded her would stop.. Stop Now! 
And stop then it did.

    Ambrosia, beloved.. How over time you have ripened like an eternal blossoming rose,  even more beautiful is your scent than ever before. I would give my heart for you to say yes.  Ares longed to tell the mortal goddess he had before him, he had her now.. He kept his promise, he waited and she was more than ready.  See, Ambrosia plays a very important role to the gods, thanks to Ares.  A pact was made as the gods tend to do, and as gods tend to do the girl, yes it always involves the mortal kind... herselfe and her fate held in higher hands.  A new thing never before thought or done, a warrior god standing down for Love.  Impossible, Inconceivable once upon a time.  
But it is Written, the Law of Love can change... War and Battle, Blood and Guts.. Enough glory he has seen, great battles he has won, enough time he has seen.  Ares, not even the beautyfull Aphrodite could tame him so.  Aphrodite, the goddess of Love seen this and even though her wild jealousies have destroyed many a good and bad woman.. she knew she had no part in this, or between this. In fact, it was she who understand first that all had changed, even for them.  The gods can also evolve, and learn to be different things.  Imagine the god of war becoming a god who loves.. 
   Once upon a time an eternity ago, an idea came into being and once an idea is thought it becomes form.. A tiny songline between the universe and stars, to the greatest source and forever beyond... Singing its way into being, a sonnet for two.. Two who become one, one heart and one love.  And when they find each other, the song did sing that they must not be together.  For one is mortal and the other a god.  Similar songs will be sung between gods and mortals, and tales created.  But this songline has a different string, another tone.. The weaver had a thought, and we all know what thoughts do.. The weaver thought Love is Transformation.  We need more Transformation, therefore I must make Love! So the weaver created and created, and loved and loved.. Thus the songlines of Ambrosia and Ares found each other and they could not help but Love.  Because after all, this is theyr story. 
 Aphrodite, being the goddess of love knew this tale, it was her forte to know these things.. Zeus did need much convincing and persuasion by Aphrodite, her feminine wiles are no master to his stubborn ways.  Tact was needed, well placed curves and bosom heaving never always did the trick with Zeus.. A tad cautious occasionally that  his children may wish to seize the throne as he did his own father, a conversation thus would of piqued his interest.. Not such a conversationalist, twas a feat to hold his attention and many times it was tried to no avail. Aphrodite is a favourite of his and Hera also loved her so, gaining a seat on the mighty Zeus 's lap was a mystery to the other gods and goddesses.  But we do not dwell on these matters, for that is another tale told and song sung.  She asked Apollo for the muses to play the song... Ares watched from behind, the great warrior god as big as he is, his heart was breaking.. The song was sung, It sung Ambrosia, Beloved.. sweet symphony filled Olympus and even the earth stopped in its tracks.  The wound was deep and the song still played harmony. A chord struck, and then it stopped.
 What is this, why does it stop?was asked aloud.  The muses, they lilted and sung.. Love is Transformation.We can no more, the ending.. Its a secret, we cannot know. For only in Love will this end be sung.. You must not Know!
  This did not help Ares' cause at all, but Hera came on side... Although not quite as how anyone expected, it was not hoped for and it was very much happily accepted by both Ares and Aphrodite. Ever graceful and poised in these situations where her wifely duties must take charge,  Hera called Ares over and stated her case.
  If indeed as it seems, strange doings are happening then much greater things are at hand.  Ares has fallen for a mortal, how are we to know the weavers secret song is about you? Why is this woman so special to you that you would wait lifetimes for her?  The gods have known many loves, yet you have until now just one.. Aphrodite who stands with you, even though she is betrothed to a different one, Haephastious? How can this be, that one human girl can capture your heart so Ares, it is now clear how a dark warrior can succumb to the heart and think true love.    Grand design must be working father Zeus, I wonder if it is meant to be.. But let us stay wise of other things and wait and see, as the song states mortal time may appease the fire in Ares heart.  Only then shall we know.  
  This is surely something new for both him and us, she laughed.  Let us set a challenge for when the time does come! Hera called, as with Hera she does love challenges and to create excitement much to Zeus's dismay.  Many a human damsel wooed or overcome by Zeus (many a times) faced the wrath of Hera.. When Hera concluded with a challenge, a smile came over  Zeus ' face, a slight worry overcame Aphrodite and Ares.. and all the way down in the earthly realm, a shiver ran down Ambrosia's spine.  Causing her much alarm,  little hairs stood up on her arms and an internal  feeling of her stomach sinking. 
  That is how the goddesses persuaded a reluctant Zeus and everything begun to change.  It is also how Ares came to master a new battlefield, his heart.

Time goes by forever and a day, here we are back again right now.
  Ambrosia rises from the floor, the electrical mayhems have stopped but surely what she sees before her.. I have died, she thought.. Oh, I have truly died.
 Ambrosia, Ambrosia... He calls. She hears him. That voice, the blackberries and vanilla. Oh if I have died, then this is surely heaven.
She repeats the phrase out loud and he laughs...
Not heaven Ambrosia, you are in the wrong neck of the woods.. Even Ares can make a joke when in love.  Hell she thought, I must be in hell.. he is so beautyfull he must be the devil.. oh I have been a bad, bad girl. 
The beautyfull one held her face, cupped his hands and her head fell into place, like Home.  The feeling was so familiar to her somewhere deep inside.  
Olympus my dear, is where you are.. you shall become my warrior queen.  I have waited for what seems like eternity for me, and two lifetimes for you.. Ares was on a roll, never before had thought he was humorous, and he enjoyed the new feeling.  Ambrosia, still in a state of shock did not notice the first time that Ares had made a funny, ever. In fact two.  She just layed theyr resting her head in his huge palms, waiting to wake back up again.  But she didn't, she was still in Olympus with the beautyfull looking and smelling wonder before her.  Olympus she did not see.  
However long they stood theyr, they would not know.. What is time but for a blink of an eye, when with the one you love truly so? They had waited long enough.  For one moment everything stood still, theyr was nothing but them.. They were everything and they were All. Nothing mattered, nothing at all... But everything did, now more than ever.. Did everything matter.. For they found Love and Love is Transformation.  That moment it seemed every realm, every creature, every being, every atom and every particle came together as one.. And everything was them. Bliss forevermore.

Thursday, May 23, 2013

Truth You Speak...


The tainted one
The forgotten one
Stands strong
As they yell
And tell her she is wrong
The words she says
They will not listen
But who are they
For her to keep fighting for
Tell her, the mind she has
The words she speaks
Are not all for them
After all.
Why would she try
As a slap in the face 
They answer her
Turn around, they will be found
Far from the floor
Take heed no more
Stand tall and straight
Grasp the word
That you need
Pluck it from the Knowledge Tree
It can be found
What you seek
The tip of your tongue
Is the truth you speak
Say it loud
Say it proud
It is the truth you speak.

Monday, April 8, 2013

She... Excerpt from Love and Hate, Dreams and Magickal MoonBeams.


She's exotic, she's erotic, she's narcotic
Living in a worlde so chaotic
What is she to do
Reasoning a life so demanding
Living life so off-handling
Out in the Dark
Her worlde falls apart
Keeping in the Light
She is so full of Life
What is it she wants from you
She's wild, she's trialed, she's not very mild
Feeling like a lonely childe
Consumed with her worlde of fantasy
Seeking out her greatest ecstasy
What will she do
Under her skin
It's all wearing thin
In her Heart
It is all falling apart
Tired of the Game
Having to go through it again
She's crying, she's flying, she's slowly dying
Her pain came out of hiding
Crushed like a flower
She's losing all her Power
Torn from within
She's reeling from the sting
What did she do
Wondering how it all went wrong
Did she know it all along
She's wired, she's tired, she's so uninspired
Emotions once again fired
What is theyr left for her to do
She has lost herself again
Will her life ever be the same again
Back to the start
She opened her Heart
Needing something new
She thought this was what to do
She's erotic, she's exotic, she's narcotic
She's wild, she's trialed, she's not very mild
She's flying, she's crying, she's slowly dying
She's wired, she's tired, she's so uninspired
She'll never do what they tell her to do.




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!

Thursday, January 31, 2013

Truth...


 
The cool touch of the hand of Despina
Caresses my soul, harbinger of death and life
She takeths what she giveths
Where are you my Love?
In the shadows of my soul, in the depths of my heart
My head plays no part of what can be real
And what shall not
Like poetry she fills my muse, my mistress of death
Death to the soul, life to the Immortal
Vanquish the daemons of my life
The essence is pure, the motive is selfish
Is it selfish to baske in the breath of Immortality
When others have forsaken theyr truth
But, mistress what is my truth
Where does truth begin and fiction end?
Left mee with just a feeling, just a flutter
Of what was and what can be
Just a taste of our true power
Enough to delight the senses
Forever a soul in debt, when can it end?
My search, my Immortality
Must I forever be different from my fellows?
Never apart, always together in my soul dreams
The Key is locked away, but where
That is my final answer, my final offering
The Key-but where?

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.