The Beginning meets the End; tying pretty bows all in a row...

                                                                       

                                                   The Legend Of Princess K'Gari.

    It was Beiral, the great god who lived in the sky, who made all the people. But the people had no land. So Yendingie, (one spirit he is told by the Butchulla, for other tribes he is two) of Beiral's most trusted messenger came down from the sky and first he made the sea and then he made the land. When he reached what is now called Hervey Bay, he had a helper with him - the beautiful white spirit, called Princess K'Gari  to beautify the world and change the raw material into an island paradise.  She helped Yendingie to make everything. They made the sea shores and the mountain ranges, and all the lakes and rivers. 

  The Princess K'Gari enjoyed what she was doing so much that she worked very hard. Yendingie told her that she should have rest otherwise she would be too tired. He suggested that she go over to some rocks and have a sleep, and she did.   So Yindingie and K’gari set off to create paradise. They did such a good job and were so tired after they were finished, that K’gari lay down to sleep in an especially beautiful bay. Whilst she was asleep, Yindingie transformed her body into a long, slim island of crystalline sand. It was the largest island of its type in the whole world.

   When Princess K'Gari awoke, she said to Yendingie, "I think this is the most beautiful place we have ever made. Please Yendingie, I would like to stay here forever".  Yendingie said, "Oh no, I could not allow you to do that. You are a spirit and your place is with me". But K'Gari pleaded with him and he finally relented. But Yendingie said that he had to change her as she could not remain there in her spirit form.

    So he changed her into a beautiful island, and then so that she wouldn't be lonely, he made some trees and some flowers and lakes that were specially mirrored so that she could look into the sky and see what Yendingie was doing.

To make paradise even more magnificent, Yindingie made clothes of rainforest and painted her into a rainbow of colours. He gave her jewelled eyes in the form of sparkling lakes which became her eyes into heaven.  He made beautiful creeks and laughing waters that were to become her voice. And as well as animals, he decorated the sky with magnificent birds.  He made some people to keep her company. Now he told these people, who they were and what they had to do. He also taught them the magic of procreation so that their children and their children's children would always be there to keep Princess K'Gari company. And she is still there today, looking up at the sky as beautiful as ever and very happy indeed.

Then he created the Butchulla People at Mooen (Moon Point). Yindingie taught all these living creatures and people the Magic of Procreation, so that K'gari would never be lonely. Yindingie took the people right over the whole island, teaching them where they had to live and what they had to do. When they got back to Mooen, he stepped across the sea to a place known today as Dayman Point and then took another step onto the top of the lovely mountain in the distance. He turned around to face the people at Mooen Point and named them Butchulla People. He put his left arm pointing to Burrum Heads in the north. Then he put out his right arm pointing to Teewah Beach in the south. He nodded his head at the land lying between his arms and said "Now this is your land, but you must look after it. I will give you three laws which you must keep, and which you must pass on to your children and to their children and so on forever".

And the three laws are:

1. What is good for the land comes first

2. Do not touch or take what does not belong to you

3. If you have plenty you must share.

  The name K'Gari in translation means 'Paradise' the very first name given to Fraser Island by the original dreamtime spirits.  Indeed, across the island right where I live, protected from public nuisances and the ever-present threat of suburbia growth lies an ancient relic that defies what we have been taught to believe.   The very first footstep set upon our worlde, the legend passed on by the local aboriginal Butchulla tribe each new generation.  Considering the local landscape is dabbled with cretaceous fossils and rife ancient sediments, alludes to a time frame that surely boggles the mind.  One small step for made by unknown man, from time even older than recorded history itself.  How could this be so, I do wonder... Nothing but a man could it be, the unanswered questions remain:  Why, who and how... What was he?

 Curiosity piqued my interest, fuelled by the alive and underlying feelings of ancient dreamtime magicks of the land that permeates the surrounds.  Too many things I have seen and heard.  Ever since I made this patch my own home, an understanding of the how's and why's of how a true island paradise called K'Gari has become a part of me; something a pagan does, nor can ignore.  A rich tapestry of hidden history, meeting and connecting with my ancestry.  Making sense of and tying together all three sides of my bloodlines, for every answer found, another curiosity appears... the drive of my necessity to understand.  Perhaps, as the Indiana Jones movie ends with and which the crystal Skull of Doom was based upon shows answers my thoughts of why we do not know everything all at once.  It is far too much, our bodies and minds are not built for what the whole energy all at once, for this is the Absolute Everything.  Thus, we are given bursts at certain pivotal alignments of the stars or according to each individuals soul journey fulfilment's, ensuring that we receive only what we can handle and maintain the Law of Nature that is Balance of every single duality that has been, or ever will be thought... Absolute knowledge of intelligence before the soul is ready equals Nevermore. This mathematical equation, my simple allegory to describe the fixed path one must stay upon if one chooses.  For that is Source, when we choose our own decisions this free will also creates a new dream for the Source.  As we all are created to do, we make chooses to detour off this set path, but always return back again.  Tis the spirals endless rings that form the circle, that when twisted transforms into infinity, until all becomes one and none.

    Mystery, conspiracy and true history... a beautyfull tale of dreamtime creations, that has much love and beauty to show the worlde, if it was so more would feel love by seeing the beauty that is in all of natures creations.  Kept  by the story keepers and never changed to each generation to the next, the three laws reminding our modern selves to keep the balance.  Not because we are made too but because we choose so, solely for the love.  Reminiscent of all creation stories explained differently, the theme is always the same.  Leading me by the heart and soul,  forms the conclusion that creation still dreams.         Little bits learnt each time of chaos and balance for our spiritual growth, everything all at once is too much for the elemental chemical composition that makes our bodies.  We are energy made of nature, thus we work as nature does.  Born a natural and hereditary witch, I hear the aboriginal dreamtime songs, calling me by my own blood and the earth and tells me its story.  Myselfe, bounded by names (three bloodlines I know of make me) much of me I see in K'Gari, for now as witches are inclined to do, her story becomes mine and thus I can understand why and depth of love she discovered, enough to transform herselfe into where I, and many others finally call home.  Such trust and love, she gifted us with her very own spirit.  I do believe she did know, and so did her own people what shall happen, or could happen by every single person she happily greets with joy for her company.  Instructing the first people with knowledge of how to care for and protect theyr princess, becoming K'Gari's eternal caretakers whom the gods knew would always do so.  Three laws to abide declaring how to keep the balance maintained, what they learned they returned, the knowledge passed onto the people created only kilometres away.  These land people taught by the island people pass this word for word, the teachings of the original gods to every child.  

   They say people were first created to live upon K'Gari, so that she may be joyful still and remain. They were to stay upon Fraser Island, but across the water to Hervey Bay more people the gods created.  Once again hinting at two different but very similar races of humans, or perhaps two different creation times for mankind. Those knowledgable of the locale, know that Moon Point; now called Dayman Point, is not on Fraser Island but instead Hervey Bay;  Urangan, my very own neighbourhood and the location of the oldest footprint on earth.  Truly, although this is speculation amongst the creation story of Genesis, the only we are taught. Darwin and his evolution theory would not agree, but science does and so do the descendants who still proudly and when the need calls for, as the government will find ways to hide and certain individuals would seek to steal, they rise ferociously standing theyr ground.  I do know our paths cross even into friends.

    This magickal paradise and its natural wonder, quietly unassuming and connects the major legends and mythos with fact.  Tis one strand weaving together the web of history, one of the oldest recounted and possibly the most beautyfull and loving account we have... one of unconditional Love.

  K'Gari, her magnificence only fully felt once you are upon the island and within Paradise, her skin was surely as white as the islands white sandy shores. 

   I have a story to add, tis not mine but that of my eldest son.  One day, he saw what he called a ghost island appear in the ocean distance not far from Fraser Island, this also was witnessed by his sceptical dad.  

  Magick and beauty truly abounds, influenced just as much by the current forces and flow of the underworld.  The duality of balance, needed to maintain and the other was created for this very reason; tis the Law.  The  many people who traverse the worlde to camp and enjoy nature, most would not know of her, happiness ferments familys on holidays as she loves those who make her joyful by being happy.  This ancient land was created by magick, the potion transformation became beauty and love, the result of which a choice was made to give herselfe as gift for others. A service of self for that only true love could choose, transforming into eternal evermore.  Princess K'Gari became her magickal birthright, and that was Joy.  The wonder of perfection in nature pristine, an island still innocent to the harshness of the outside worlde.  acknowledges the princesses energy strong enough to be felt by island created and formed  K'Gari in translation means 'Paradise' the very first name given to Fraser Island by the original dreamtime spirits.  Indeed, across the island right where I live, protected from public nuisances and the ever-present threat of suburbia growth lies an ancient relic that defies what we have been taught to believe.   The very first footstep set upon our worlde, the legend passed on by the local aboriginal Butchulla tribe every new generation born, happily accepting theyr own birthright to caretake and continue remembering.  So, when a god or goddess call and you do hear them, (for not all can, or and that is theyr free will choice) our own lifes also become similar.  Thus recreation of the idea becomes a yearn to know and understand the meaning of the spirit.. only to find it is our own very self anyway, endlessly continuing its spiral until everything truly Knows.

   Local landscape is dabbled with cretaceous fossils found rife in ancient sediments, but the time frame surely boggles the mind.  Reestablishing the proof that here is one of the ancient mariners and travellers even older than they, making this an extremely important port of call, reasons only they know.  But as the spiral goes, if we know them then we also know theyr reasons.        Formed solely from the Love for Love of her very own creation, this masterpiece of perfection she created for her father who dreamt this into being and so it became.  Only Love can Create, and so she must have Loved.  K'Gari truly fell in love with the entrancing potential of a still barren and unformed dream, for she saw a Hope. Pandora's Box, a recipe and fixed outcome for humans to know its own creation, our past has truly given us the know-how of our ingredients and the reactions.  Creation always recreates, thus we learn this and are required to pass this very same knowledge to the next generation also.  As will they, tis the universal Law of any creation to do so.  

A beautiful, white spirit and her companion (or two it say some) created from the nothing of  his and her own ideas, new form requires imagination and the thought of to transform into matter.  Only together can any idea manifest into being.  So much love and hope was the result to the method, for Love is the Hope (tis the belief of a future) and belief in ourself to manifest.  I am sure, although nothing is to me anymore.. If retold from a modern day point of time,  we see some similarities of today.  A princess white skinned when all others were black, female when all others were male and given a very important job given.  Creating something from nothing under the request and duress of her father, the patriarch leader who first set foot onto a prehistoric earth... Just as we ourselves are doing with Mars today.  

  Yes, I can say this with authority of the land that cannot hide this evidence. Although people can try, the earth records and will always tell.   An ancient footprint embedded in fossil for all of time.  Tis quite amazing to me to think, a man once stood, or walked upon the very same place I also leave my footprints tracked through time.  Was he aware of this, intentionally left this for his very own reason, or did he not know he would, but Earth required this message for us from her.  Thus it became imprinted to be kept for future posterity and legacy. This one record through the size of his shoes, leaves a clue that all schoolchildren do learn; the depth and size, and if we know the distance between footsteps tells both his height and weight.   Therefore, sealing this information in a time capsule, conveying a message for all time.  The very same message Neil Armstrong historically left by him and therefore, we humans, as he first stepped upon the moon.. 

  The Deities we know as the gods and goddesses portray our very own personal selves and states of being.  An internal and external connection to the Source, ensuring we grow and learn from the lives they once also lived. For they once were also great men and women, albeit living a life that was large enough to be retold down the track of time.  I have pondered this thought much..

   Dieties, the gods and goddesses of a time longer than we can remember leave imbedded into our coded DNA stores the memories of them, our ancestors.  This is how we remember memories from the source, as it us and all.  Earth also remembers an important moment for her history.  Like all living things do, especially loving Mothers... she took a picture to remember.

      Coming Soon:  When Princesses Collide;  K'Gari meets the other white princess, Diana.

  

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! 

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.

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)

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

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