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, September 20, 2013

Peter the very small but extremely clever Pirate, an epic tale of a peg legged adventure.


Peter so badly wanted to be a pirate, the very best and bravest on the seven seas there ever was or could be.  Unfortunately he was born so very small, perhaps he thought surely indeed the smallest of them all.  Bestowed with very sleight height, and although a reason not because of this at all, Peter had two left legs which also made him so very clumsy. To be quiet honest, mostly always clumsy. 
Until the day he has become a pirate of the seven seas, it twas a lowly deck hand job for he. As hard as  Peter tried and tried not to cause a scene, a day ne'er would pass without the captain, Mad Jack cursing and cussing at the nervous Peter.  He may be very small but as you will see, very clever and soon to be greatest pirate of the seven seas that has ever been.
Tying a rope in the wrong place would be a common mistake for any beginner on his very first day; but nothing with Peter was simple, especially accidents.. capturing everyone's attention, quite often very loudly for someone so sleight.  This time, the curses echoed across the ocean as the hysterical  crew cheered and laughed at the angry and sputtering captain. How was Peter supposed to know he was going to trip over the rope's knot and fall into another pirate? Thump! went his rather large bottom and landed right on top of a very surprised and angry captain. Mad Jack let out an almighty explosion of air from his astonished mouth, a funny sound that caused the pirates to laugh even harder.  You could very nearly see steam from the captains ears which were redder than his bulbous nose.  A nose as red as the feathers of a now dishevelled Polly the parrot, who squawked indigently, feathers falling everywhere and no longer on his perch on top of the captain's shoulder. How quickly the captain moved when he saw his beloved birds eye patch had now slipped off to reveal, one good eye.  That must not do, he thought and fixed the birds eye patch before one of his crew knew his parrot, was just a rude and bossy bird.  More than mad at the new lad he was now stuck with and hoisting himself back onto his feet, fuming Mad Jack retreated to his captains room.  Nobody to hear or see, sword nor feather 'til the next morning, when a slightly subdued captain and parrot with an eye patch fixed firmly in place appeared on the galley as usual.
Forever learning not to trip over his own feet, was Peter's biggest challenge to master through life. Just so you know, there was a very good reason he was also quite small for his age, for Peter had an unfortunate malady since birth which would later become his greatest asset and pride. 'A lucky one is my boy'  his mother always said.  Peter was born early and with only one leg, not two like the rest. Only one leg you say, nobody not even Mad Jack could ever tell that.
As clever as he was compact in size, plus having only one leg, Peter was of course a town favourite of all.  So much so,  his much needed left leg was made by none other than an old pirate himself, the famous Seamus the Sea Dog.  Quite unlucky for Peter, the old sea dog was rather blind now as well as deaf.  What he needed was a leg for left and right... instead, when it was finished Peter did indeed have two left legs!
Old pirates have many adventures and tales to be told when somebody is willing to listen.  A treasure and fortune buried and a pirate now too old to seek, was revealed to Peter.  The sea dog left a surprise for Peter secretly without his knowing, a map hidden inside his hollow wooden leg.  Never did anyone through his younger years see this,  the map so secretly hidden even Peter had no clue that a tiny island with an X was scratched near the knee. Surely if a fortune  hunter or pirate who's greed did lead before their hearts, were to know and learn of this priceless piece of information, would have poor Peter not only likely to  lose his leg but also his life. Stolen, for X does mark the spot of another pirates buried treasures and gold. Seamus was a sly old Sea Dog, encouraging Peter to become a pirate whilst he hid his secret upon the boy. How badly he wished to be like his hero, Seamus. Much to the worry of his pained mother, Peter of course did.
Seamus the Sea Dog employed Captain Mad Jack for the task of pirating Peter.  A reputation of meanness such as Mad Jack's sent shivers down the boys spine but he trusted his friend.  Peter was much smarter than Mad Jack he knew and when the time was right, Seamus trusted Peter would know what to do. That was his plan, he shall have his treasure back and as he is old and shall die soon, he longs once again to have riches. Little did Peter know, there was no intention of gold for him by the sly old sea dog.  
Twas not just the once the captain bellowed to Peter who did try very hard.
'The only good place for you on a pirate ship is off the end of the plank.   Who ever heard of a clumsy, nuisance of a pirate? ' stalking off to find another something to cuss Peter with, after all that's what bullies do.
'Scurvy boy' was exactly what Captain Mad Jack would holler loudly, his voice as fat as his rum-filled belly, his name for Peter who was rushing back and forth feeding the hungry crew.  He knew the other pirates didn't mind him most of the time, he was an eager boy so some took to teaching him pirate ways.  They were after all stuck  together on one pirate ship sailing the seven seas. Unless of course, they did use him for shark bait which nobody had the heart to do.  
 'I may be small but I know I am also very clever, the captain does not know of Seamus's buried treasure, nor will he ever'. thought Peter, trying to encourage himself. Pirates gold and none for captain Mad Jack, the meanest pirate who ever lived. 
'Whoever heard of a pirate that was so clumsy and stupid.  Only good for cooking our slops and scrubbing the decks! My parrot is a better pirate than you will ever be. Look he even wears a patch, he lost his eye in a sword duel against a crocodile!' But we know this not to be true.  Captain Mad Jack's parrot Polly squawked in agreement 'not a pirate, not a pirate! .'
Poor Peter, disheartened now and trying not to look sad as he put on his meanest face and  best pirate walk back to the ships kitchen.
'For the love of buried treasure, I wish I was the bravest and best pirate ever! Pirates don't rhyme, can't even get that right.' That parrot is more of a pirate than me, though I highly doubt his patch was indeed from a crocodile sword duel. That must be made up, or I will eat barnacles for breakfast!' Peter chuckled at the idea of feeding barnacles to Mad Jack instead, scraped straight from the rotten bottom of a sea monster by Peter the very brave and best pirate to sail the seven seas.  One day perhaps even meaner the captain Mad Jack himself.   Never, smiled Peter knowing he never would be, or could be as mean as that.  Nobody could and he went back to washing his dishes, dreaming of the day he would be a true pirate and captain of his own ship The Bonnie of the Salty Sea.  He liked that name very much, Peter always did want to be a pirate he just didn't quite now how.   
Unfortunately as you may see, not so fortunately though for Peter as it could be, theyr indeed came the long-awaited day.  An accident of epic proportions, and completely unexpected the result of, that night Peter did get his wish and became a true pirate.  Captain Peter the Peg Leg. The bravest and the best one Captain Mad Jack ever would see.
Or, so Peter would like you to believe.  Just ask Mad Jack and his one eyed parrot, he beat a crocodile in a duel you know! 
It happened on a day the captain and all the rest of the pirates left for shore, all besides Peter and only one other pirate to keep watch and guard.  In case of enemy pirates was the captains reason stated, for the safety of the boat from Peter was the actuality. Feeling happy he was almost all alone, Peter (who really should have not have used so much soapy water, nor decided his mop looked like a very good dancing partner; Swashbuckler style) had an accident and he did not feel at all very smart or in any way clever. In fact, he was quite worried.  It was a terribly messy accident.  Who knew how much mess a small and clumsy, dancing one-legged disaster of a pirate called Peter could indeed make? 
Oh no! This had never happened before... Now he has only one leg.  Peter accidentally knocked off his secret wooden other left leg. Panicking, nor could he find it, it had to have rolled away!
Upset and hopping to stay upright, he heard a cough behind him and a tap on his shoulder. ' Ahem, Peter, you lost your leg.' said the other pirate who had heard the ruckus, coming over to investigate and assess the damage. This boy must be cursed by the seawitches themselves, unbelievable! 
Peter still trying to balance (quite awkwardly and terribly mind you) on one leg whilst obviously looking for the other.  The pirate who was now behind Peter tapping his shoulder with the said missing leg, had to wonder what in great poseidon's beard should he do. Because this a pirates tale after all and they were known mostly for looting and not so much smarts, and seeing no blood gushing from this half of a persons leg. A usual reaction that this leg did not do. An arm or a leg when broken off its owner, when he waved it should do at least something and felt rather heavy instead. The older and now also very confused pirate, for the life of him could not work out why or how he was now holding Peters leg.
 Pirates do not talk in lefts and rights..  'Your port leg, is this what you are hopping for..Peter What Did You Do?' looking about at the upside down bucket, bubbles escaping from and now sloshing about trying to find a hole to sink into upon the rickety ship.  Overboard mostly they went, causing a huge froth of dirty coloured bubbles growing larger over the bowside.. 
How truly mad Mad Jack would be if he saw this!... Tied to a cannonball and walking the plank for sure, Peter was so very worried. The older pirate seeing his face and the mess, did indeed feel sorry for the poor boy. Twas not his fault he is so soft. And we all know that Capt'n was paid in gold to keep the boy alive and made into a pirate.  It was also spoken, but never around the captain that Mad Jack owed a debt to that old pirate who brought Peter in,  making him not the meanest or greatest pirate after all. Or his parrot. But, crews do not speak much of these things, only when enough rum has been sunk and shanty has been sung. Plus we must not forget the sudden plight of Peter's unusual leg...
'Please do not tell the captain!' wailed Peter, more than upset his secret was found out and in such an embarrassing way.  Fancy that, his own fault pretending his mop or even he, could dance.  Swashbuckler style it definitely was not, more like a great big swashbuckle disaster of epic proportions.
The pirate handed over what he realised now was a cleverly crafted hollow wooden leg.  How smart he thought, Peter always wore long pants! He may be small but it seems he is also very clever. 
Filling in a now quietly thoughtful new best friend, of his one-legged tale and quest to find the sea dogs treasure, had certainly attracted the pirates attention.  An idea formed from the glimmer of gold he now could see.  Merrily chatting away,  weaving vivid memories retelling his story of the legendary X, Peter reattached his port leg. Now he knew true pirates have port and starboard sides, of course! 
By the time the crew and captain came aboard not a remnant of soap bubble, nor mess between the two was to be seen. Except,  if you did look down a rather sad pile of brown blobbed about amongst the barnacles, following trail with an upside down bucket and broken mop. Which a couple of pirates did notice, along with a slightly bent looking crows nest if one looked higher also.  Naught but a slight chuckle passed their lips and a quick sparkle of the eye as they looked directly at Peter wondering if a mad captain would also happen across this curious scene. It was not too late when they Peter and the pirate eventually did spot the not quite right mast, a not-so discreet head nod from a clued-on crew mate. Far too close for comfort, muttered the pirate wiping sweat from his scarred forehead. A quick and effective slight adjustment when Mad Jack was not looking soon fixed that, never to be noticed which was lucky for them all. Including the rest of the crew, those who saw anyway. All knew how mad and mean Mad Jack became when his ship, parrot or self had been wronged in his eyes.  He would never have gotten to be a captain of a pirate crew otherwise!
That night the pirate, who's name was Tobuscus (the very same pirate who that day became Peter's new very best friend) asked Peter for the first time since he came aboard to come sit with and join them at his table. The captain was far too important he said, he eats alone in his cabin with Polly of course. The rest laughed at the joke. How much Peter had wished to be one of them, and now because of a shared secret between him and the crew, he now was.  Deep down, he felt just a bit silly for not saying he had a wooden leg in the first place... He was a proud boy all in all. But being ever so clever, Peter knew that it was a good thing the captain did not know this, discovering at the pirates table a very good reason why.  
Since the unfortunate incident there had begun hopeful whispers of perhaps a new captain to man the crew.. mutiny had  became the topic of conversation on the ship for the very first time ever and it was all because of Peter having only one leg. Only one leg, how quite lucky his mother would say! 

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Faery Magick Poetry... excerpts from my book Love and Hate..



The GreenMan
The GreenMan has found mee
And I know his Name
He is the mischievous Pan
He is the mighty Cernunnos
In the forest He will be found
If you look for the signs
He called for mee and I answered
The GreenMan showed me his face
And told me His name
He is everywhere
He is everything
He is Pan, playing His musical flute
He is Cernunnos, in he forest keepe
See Him in the trees
Look for His leafy face
The GreenMan has called mee
The GreenMan has sung to mee
Quietly he told mee His name
Listen for His music
He is playing it for you
Go into the forest wilde
Hear Him call for you too
With His magickal flute and mystical tunes
Quietly He will tell you His name
Quietly He will show you His face
Be still and listen for Him
The GreenMan is everywhere
The GreenMan is everything
He is the mischievous Pan
He is the mighty Cernunnos
Now you know His name
You can look for Him too
Pan, Cernunnos
Cernunnos, Pan
He told mee His name
If you listen He will tell you too
Because the GreenMan 
Wants to know you too.

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.

The Forest Childe.
Walking through the forest wilde
Come across a lonely childe
Alone in the woods, where from he
Strange boy from far away
Look into his eyes, it will be okay
His mind takes hold
So foreign, so bold
Not like mee, I can see
Who are you, what do you want from mee
Try to look away, but I am drawn in
In his eyes, I am lost within
Eyes so wide, I fall inside
Into my thoughts he can see
Everything that has ever made mee
Forest childe, boy so wilde
Not as young as you look
Innocence is your powerful hook
Childe of Immortality
Why do you set me free
Flash of light, forest so bright
Turn around, he won't be found
Forest childe, boy so wilde 
You let me see, you set me free.



Thursday, August 8, 2013

Lilith, Lilitu... Eat your Apples!




Non-Conformity, Free Will, Independence, Sexuality, Rebellion, Justice, Magicks, Night, Winds and Storms, Owls.
Royal, Divine status.  Symbolised by serpentine crown and ring.  Holder of the ring and rod of power, she is one of the original gods.

   Portrayed throughout history ever-since biblical times as an evil and demonic child killer, sadly the tale of Lilith is so far removed and diminished from her truth that many no longer know the real story.  Who she is, the goddess of the independent and wildwoman. The ones removed and tainted, the edge of society dwellers, the girls who shall never conform to drudgery ways and controlled environments.  She is the anti-thesis and remedy to conforming and inequality, the genis of a strong and spiritual woman.  Never forget, tis our true power they wish for us to neglect and be afraid of.  The temptress who ever tempts the fate of man's will.  They fear the tendrils of her hair, they may never release the binds about theyr neck she leads them with.  She is the dark to the light, the ancient dweller who wears starrs in her hair and a serpent about her waist (I've dreamt of myself like this, the Naga I thought but perhaps now I was wrong).  Lilith, the ultimate metaphor of men unable to be led by a woman, in fear she may lead man down another less known and far less travelled path instead.  One they are feared and taught not to follow, theyr own free will and decision makings.  We all know our morals and ethics, she teaches us that nobody needs to tell us so.  Let us start where this controversy of her good and bad self begins, and where most do.. The hebrew bible. 
 Lilith, she was made from the same earth equally, just as Adam.  Her purpose apparently was for his wife, but being made of the same earth Lilith refused to lay with him or beneath him, thus he refused to acknowledge her presence and her equality.  Adam did not leave Lilith, with God casting her out by angels.No! Lilith left of her own accord, she was the epitomy of the first Free Will.  When both God and Adam insisted they both lay together, in Lilith's refusal she reveals Gods secret name and leaves Eden to the Reed Sea (Red  Sea) and becomes independent in her own right. Obviously preferring solitude and eternal name calling and damnation through history far more preferable to her then prison paradise.  Hence why she has become demonised after this time.. For we are not to know that, if they are to succeed and life stays the same. Remarkably, her story in the bible is reminiscent of the mythos of Isis revealing Ra's secret name.  Another example of why ancient texts are also more preferable for true mythos.   Because Adam is left all alone in the Garden of Eden, he did complain to God the only company he had was animals (thats what happens when you mistreat your wife, you are left all alone, see the bible does teach you something!).  Thus, Eve was created from Adams rib unlike Lilith who was from the same clay mould.  Take from this what you must, but this explains theyr is more than one race here, literally.  
The female embodiment of the devil, she can be portrayed as the serpent who offered Eve the apple from the tree of knowledge.  The inherent 'evil' that is found in woman (but never man, think about that girls).   But luckily, that is just one story and that story is very debatable and easily contested if we look deeper and into more ancient texts and even contemporary interpretations.  Theyr is  only one kind of people who demoralise her, those who are afraid of theyr Gods higher authority.  Lilith, the Goddess of Love and War, the Queen of Heaven and Earth, the Creatrix of divine and sacred feminine.  Her Spirit is great and was once known as Isis, Ishtar, Asherah, Anath.  Akin to Aphrodite, in Her wildness and search for Justice, She is known as Kali.
I have an interpretation of my own that adds another light upon Lilith for those who call her child killer or goddess of abortions.  For a woman, a mother to become pregnant and ready to bear childe, sometimes it does not work and not all is quite right with unborn childe or mothers life, so the unborn baby will naturally abort and miscarry.  Lilith is the Goddess mother who takes care of these mothers and unborn children.  An angel of the unbirthed and undead.  Making her so very needed for females and babies, not the other way around.  
Lilith is found throughout history, in Gilagamesh and the Huluppu tree, Babylonian, Syrian, Aramic, Persian, Kabbalistic, European folklores and mythos.  In the hebrew texts (isaiah 34:14) Lilith is referred to as the 'Liliths'. Ponder that peoples!  Our true history is right in our faces if one looks.

Faust:
Who's that there?
Mephistopheles:
Take a good look.
Lilith.
Faust:
Lilith? Who is that?
Mephistopheles:
Adam's wife, his first. Beware of her.
Her beauty's one boast is her dangerous hair.
When Lilith winds it tight around young men
She doesn't soon let go of them again.
(1992 Greenberg translation, lines 4206–4211)
After Mephistopheles offers this warning to Faust, he then, quite ironically, encourages Faust to dance with "the Pretty Witch". Lilith and Faust engage in a short dialogue, where Lilith recounts the days spent in Eden.
Faust: [dancing with the young witch]
A lovely dream I dreamt one day
I saw a green-leaved apple tree,
Two apples swayed upon a stem,
So tempting! I climbed up for them.
The Pretty Witch:
Ever since the days of Eden
Apples have been man's desire.
How overjoyed I am to think, sir,
Apples grow, too, in my garden.
(1992 Greenberg translation, lines 4216 – 4223)

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

When Sekhmet comes to town.



Sekhmet.  

It started some months before,
I found Ra knocking at my door
Now, three weeks have passed
My left eye woke swollen and so very sore
One week later, lumps found in my breasts
Twas no harm, a breast mouse was found
But, a mouse in a breast found in me 
Remnants of the olde days and ancient hystory
Grand magick of times before
These two signs
Eye of Ra and Sekhmet's plague
A decision made, who knew?  Another sign!
I chose no more alcohol for me
Who could of known, who indeed knew
Sekhmet's turn was again due
Here She Is
Awakes me at three
Sekhmet calls, you must listen to me
To understand the worlde
One must become the worlde
In order to tame
One has to be untamed
Roar like a lion
Your strength, in her paw
Quiet as a lioness kitten
Senses are keened
Shhhh, be still and listen
Quietly take the steps
No noise shall you make
Tis the enemy who stands before
You have the worlde at your feet
So much innocence, so very sweet
Taste my wrath, those who harm
The innocent and the meek
Under my feet I shall protect you
Darkness and Chaos falls
When the Sun rises again.  Ra.

Im a lil tired and feel super weird kinda need some time, has too much energy and needs to settle it. Got a new goddess, Sekhmet she is feirce. Learnt about her awhile back, its the Ra connection I have.  It seems pharaoh blood, the Herod part can harbour the gods when they need to see whats going on. I sadly do believe that we may have that problem soon, not as bad as i thought cos its being helped somehow but the gods are about to see and help. Like my dreams,  on the duality of world .  Flipside effect, and the worlds meshing. Its all weird. Its not saving either worlds, its making them a happy medium. So not one is saved other destroyed, but both exactly the same.  As above so below so it balances again.  Chaos and stability reigns together.  I dunno, im all magickal right now.
I gave up drinking two weeks ago, she needs the beer of the gods to settle her temper and destructiveness (lol) now she awakens again.  Should i drink or something.. Lol. I have a mouse in my breast its a fibrous thing.  Mice were placed in the breast of a not alive object to bring it to life in the representation it was created for.  She is ra's right hand girl and he is shown by a left eye.  Two crocs in the Mary River now, that is Solbek the underworld guard. The duat, two crocs two worlds.  mary river is lil aegypts nile river, gympie pyramids, three pyramids dive, Isis shire, town of Baal.. Need I go on to emphasis my point? 

Ancient Egyptian Legends: IX: The Beer of Heliopolis

Friday, July 26, 2013

A Universal Word of Advice...




A universal word of advice...

In times of crisis, in times of need
Feel free to call upon Mee
When times are rough, and you feel a lacking 
Remember, even the sturdiest oak needs love to grow
Tend to the garden that is your life
Keep it nourished, and watch the good things flow
Life is your chance to show what you can do
Do not forget we are all in it together, trying something new
Theyr is more to here, than it seems
Reality is but a constant, changing dream
A circle it flows, sometimes with nicks and edges
Where love and healing seams it back together
Theyr is no smooth ride 'til that circle is polished
With strength and foresight, this can be accomplished
'Til then enjoy the ride,  don't forget to laugh, whilst it all transpires.

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.