Enchanted Dreamings of a Fey )O(

Truth You Speak...

2013-05-23T05:08:00.002-07:00

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.

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

2013-04-08T13:04:00.000-07:00

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.

Dreaming of Ra.

2013-02-26T11:38:00.003-08:00

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!

The Unfinished Business...

2013-02-23T13:04:00.000-08:00

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!

Truth...

2013-01-31T11:33:00.000-08:00

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?

Destiny...)O(

2012-12-18T16:34:00.002-08:00

*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.

Helping to Feed the Hungry...

2012-11-08T16:10:00.000-08:00

A pocket full of Change and
a Meal for the Community.

Hurricane Sandy has just torn the South East Coast of Haiti apart with flooding and five days of torrential rain, there is no electricity and the all the palms, banana and coconut have been destroyed. There are times that these provide all the food that the Haitians have to live on and now years of growth have been ruined and they have nothing. Auban is a seaside settlement and 50 people have perished, with a population of 1000 odd people, this will affect every home and family. There is no clean water anywhere along the coast and hunger and starvation are not far behind. It is the children and the old people who languish during these times and many will be lost.

A Meal for the Community is a fund raiser to provide the residents of Auban with a good meal. $350.00 US will purchase a very big pig, a sack of rice and lots and lots of vegetables. This is a really cool thing to do and it uplifts the spirits of the people. It blows them away that people from far far away and who don’t know them offer them food in this way. Auban is a tiny little community on the South East Coast of Haiti that has just in these last few days been lashed again by severe cyclones. Auban is home to about 1000 souls. The 161 homes of Auban are nestled in the jungle off the main highway it is a tiny place you can drive through it without even knowing it is there.

After the earthquake on January 12^th 2010 virtually every home in Auban has been damaged. After almost 3 years still there has been no aid or assistance to these families, they live in houses that should be pulled down but they cannot afford to rebuild their homes. There are about 90 orphans (this was in 2010, now there is most likely more) and under privileged children living in Auban, they need food and education if they are to progress from the corruption that holds sway in Haiti.

There is a saying that Haiti can be changed a child at a time and it is my aim to assist as many as possible. Haitian children are bright eyed and filled with hope for the future. Don’t be fooled by the fact that these children are almost always clean and smiling, not quite what we imagine with poverty, but these kids go days without food.

I have come to understand that it is a grass-roots movement that will aid the kids of Auban. Their plight is lost in the drain of aid distribution, another tiny community overlooked. We can help these children have such a better chance at life; the girls especially truly desire education and change. They don’t want to be trapped as their mothers and grandmothers have been having baby after baby supporting their families by whatever means they can. This doesn’t have to happen and we can educate these children.

It doesn’t cost very much, depending upon the school and the area it is in, the cost is between $230-250 US per year. For this money the child receives two school uniforms, 4 sets of underwear and 4 pairs of socks and a pair of leather shoes and a school bag.

It purchases their school books, pays their fees for the year and most importantly ensures that the child has one cooked meal every day. For some kids this is the only food they get and their school uniforms are the best clothes they have to wear.

The children start school at age 3 and if they are fortunate continue on until they are 18, they are well educated most knowing 4 languages by the time they leave.

We can help educate the children of Auban, will you help?

We can each donate money to get more children to school but also there could well be people in your circles and communities that could also help. There are so many ways to raise funds and these kids are such a worthy cause. Please help them.

There are so many waiting and wanting to be educated, it would cost less than a cup of coffee a day to send a child in Auban to school. Indeed the money equivalent to a cup of coffee a day or a year would educate and feed 5 children. It’s just so very little and it makes an enormous difference in their lives.

By sharing just a little of the abundance we are blessed with we can contribute, making something of these young lives, whilst Spirit greatly enriches our own.

It is a great blessing for both those who receive and those who give this.

There are thousands of wonderful children who have very little hope for the future. Many find themselves on the streets of Haiti’s major cities.

Their plight is very real and we can do something.
Manbo Paula Wedo. http://vodou.co.nz/

My first bag of rice, or the day my kids pooled theyr pocket monies!

donated 13th November 2012.

This is Andreli & Babou, these people are very poor, they have recieved virtually no education & pretty much exist on whatever the land provides. This hurricane has taken out the banana & coconut palms, which at times are all the Haitians have to eat. There are about 12 kids on this compound which are unable to attend school due to lack of money, Manbo Andreli has a thyroid condition.

After the earthquake this family received assistance in the form of 3 tents. Hurricane Sandy has once again destroyed what they called home. Belinda this is the compound that we will be giving your donation of a sack of rice to.

~To Be Continued.~

Solar Maximum...Aligning to the Sun.

2012-10-27T03:13:00.000-07:00

The sun, it foreshadows our very being. It is the underlying current that creates life and sustains it nourishingly, but too much and it is a long-burning powerful force. The destruction is a land turned barren with a forecast of death. Those that live by the harvest and by the land, they understand the effects of drought and floods, theyr animals and livelihood depend upon the eco-system. Every facet of work and routine revolves around the daily event of waking up to the sun. Beauty Divine of the sun worshippers that baske theyr bodies, even unto death’s warning. Bila; the cannibal Aboriginal Goddess who provided light for the worlde by cooking her victims over a giant flame, she was chased away but the worlde was then plunged into darkness, so Bila was captured and tethered to the earth. Her tale still lingers today with sunbakers tanning and the effects melanoma cancer. In the spiritual scheme of things you could say, her appetite appeased by tribute. Ra, Apollo, Helios and Mithras a few of the solar Gods of time before; Hathor, Brighid, Astarte, Bast and Sekhmet, Goddesses of the sun realm... Theyr tales aligning with the daily rising and setting force of the sun since man knew. The wonder of the sun once left man in awe. Primitive human evolved growing alongside each other and the routine of daily needs of hunting, gathering and clan building. The modern day man has mastered the art of building weapons of the sun, nuclear bombs. As hystory has served, the need of the sun has turned into our want, and our demise. Well, They did warn Us!...

Just as the moon affects your emotions and sub-conscious and also the watery tides, the Sun will be felt by your body, its conscience-selfe, the air and the earth too. When the sun shines are you not more active and therefore happier? Do you not warm up once more, when life has turned your bones cold with dread? Magick can happen feeding from the sun, the Light awakens our soul and nourishes our intellect bringing to form its creative Life. The sun displays storms of such ferocity that affect not only the fiery orb and our earth, but also the planets of the solar system that we reside in. Thus it does inspire and evolve not only earth (us), but the entirety of the space (our surroundings) also. As Above, So Below, As Is In, Is Also Out. A spiritual concept of the web that connects and weaves life together, what we have always seen as a higher power of faith with our internal knowing. That is not without survivalist basic instincts built into our bodies, re/evolution.

Many sadly have forgotten the olde ways of nature, listening to our inspiration and psychic connection to the power of sun. But once more the basic instinct of survival that has seen us forge opportunistic paths to a society of steel and concrete, materialistic ways and forgotten silence, a need to begin truly hearing around and within us has risen its head; causing epic eruptions not only upon the sun but internally within us. Perhaps if we take more time to spend a little each day in the sunshine it would make such a difference not only to our bodies, but to the silence of our mind and feel the connection of All That Is. When we are calm, so may the sun find rest too and when the sun becomes calm, the balance is maintained as it should be.

Feeding from the Sun...

This is a simple but extremely effective meditation that can be done anywhere or any time during the day, as long as there is sunshine about.

Stand tall, straight and proud, planting your feet to the ground. Barefoot if you can is best. Feel the earth between your toes, wiggle them in the grass and think about the connection that is you and the earth, how the planet you walk upon is Alive, just as you are. Once you have greeted Mother Earth, turn and greet the Sun. Feet and back straight, feel the power rise from your feet, up your legs and along your body to the solar plexus (navel, belly button area) where it stays and the Earth’s energy waits for the Sun. Raise your arms high to the sky bringing your hands together, fingers now touching to form a triangle. This is where you shall absorb the Sun’s energy and bring it into you. Face the sun, aligning the triangle formed from your own hands to the sun itself. This is how you Greet the Sun. Without looking directly at the fiery, burning orb allow its warmth to run through your fingers and filling the triangle with its nourishing energy. Feel the Sun’s energy drawing into you via your skin. Envision the veins in your fingers then hands, the capillaries warming and flowing freely and filling with this energy. The triangle between your fingers is now completely filled with the nourishing light that is the Sun. As your blood now runs freely with this warmth, feel the power move down your hands, to your arms, to your belly and arriving to your solar plexus chakra. You are now Feeding from the Sun. Draw this energy from the sun as much and as long as you feel the need to do so, until inspiration flows and the warmth of life resonates within. The sun’s energy and fire light now goes through your middle, the solar plexus is fully fed and nourished where it now flows down your legs and through your feet, into the Earth connecting all together as One; the Sun, the Earth and You. Mother Earth too feels the energy workings, She receives your Light with Love and returns with Love. Once you have finished, bow to the Sun and give Thanks. Place your hands to the Earth as are your feet, grounding yourself back here again.

Black Feathers keep mee Forever )O(...

2012-10-02T16:56:00.000-07:00

DreamScape...

This burnt and barren landscape

Of a Time I know not when

Haunts my dreams and burns my eyes

Ingrains a sense of Forever and eternal Time

Twice, this scene of despair

For all its emptiness

Only Love fills the air

A tiny, glimmer of Hope

Although nothing surrounds

An image of Two, then theyr is only One

Ancient lands of Times gone past

Pierces the Veils and becomes my Now

As you See, it is all only One

Past, Present, Future; only Time repeats

I adhere, I digress:

I apologise for this rambling mess

And begin my fated tale once again

A dream did come

The sky bright orange and burnt red

Two lonely souls sitting side by side

And knee to knee

The land looked vast with nothing upon its shore

The horizon showed only emptiness forever more

What happened? What was it did they See?

I saw the worlde was burnt and barren

Left with only You and Mee

Months later

Many moons and dreams come to pass

Again theyr I am

In this burnt and barren ancient land

Here now theyr stands alone only One

Not the Two a much different One

A glorious and gleaming dark Man

Over theyr upon the horizon

He sees me and stretches his arms straight out wide

Strong energy to fill the sky

Even more stunning this wonderful being

Is proud to show mee he has upon his back

The most beautyfull and big

Black and powerful feathered Wings

These scenes of Life and a Fate

A Love and Remembrance

Of a Worlde and Time gone by

The Time it does Forever fly

This vision of emptiness

But only Love

Enters my Mynd.

Crow Omens...

Where I walked, a crow came and watched as I passed by. Then I sat. Where I sat, when I turned around was a dead crow. The poor crow was not only dead, it was missing its feet and legs and also the head. What was sadly left upon the feathery torso, was its upturned outstretched wings.

Only left with it's wings.

Earlier that morning, I saved a man on the street. Knocked out cold and left on the road, later on I thought because I know who you are, I could of left you for dead.

But I helped him up instead.

Psychic Manifestations, evidence of the Two Wolves...

2012-07-22T16:47:00.002-07:00

One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people. He said, "My son, the battle is between two wolves inside us all. "It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One is evil - he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego." He continued, "The other is good - he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. The same fight is going on inside you - and inside every other person, too." The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather, "Which wolf will win?" The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed".

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 from these wolf dreamings. They came and went for awhile, the evidence apparent during the light of the day. Coming across this parable though, they stopped their regularity. The reason why these stopped so successionally was perhaps the fact that I understood now the meaning of; there were two wolves I was learning from and feeding my very being with... although sometimes I still do wonder which in fact I am, the good one or the bad when I get too caught up with the peculiarities of how the worlde does indeed work.

I do have a silver bullet. Although he did not know of these affecting dreams it was given to me from my boyfriend. Mostly it stays on my altar for safe keeping, sometimes the silver is worn when my energy calls for a need for it... feeling safe to wear it upon my chest, occasionally the silver bullet I wear over my heart. Why this is so, one day surely I will Know.

Past-Lives, Healings and a Legend of the Crystal Skull...

2012-07-01T16:08:00.003-07:00

We have all perhaps seen, if not heard of the movie Indiana Jones and the Temple of Skulls. This movie surely is a fiction entertainment movie, but did you realise the story is interwoven and mingled within facts and legend? A story within a story, this I learnt when I ‘met’ the Mitchell-Hedges Skull the very one the last installment is roughly based upon and a feat maintained by many a movie; enough truth within a blockbuster bestseller to pique and keep one’s curiositys of what if? Another example of this is, Close Encounters of the Third Kind.

An ancient and possibly otherworldly crystal skull discovered by Anna, the young daughter of an avid adventurer. A purported remnant of lost Atlantis; a magickal and secretive relic whose very tale is weaved with another twelve skulls, sacred places and sacred peoples, was told to me and a group of others by the momentary caretaker who brought it to my hometown of Hervey Bay, Australia... another special sacred healing centre, rife with its own magickal and ancient hystory, and said to be formed from the touch of the Rainbow Snake as He moved across the land upon which we walk and live. The very reason I suppose, that it asked to be brought here and welcomed by the local Butchulla tribe, with a secret ceremony conducted.

This is the only discovered ‘speaking skull’ created with a dislocated jawbone, the formation of which causes the effect of the skull talking to you as was told to us. Nobody has ever said if it actually does talk with its mouth, but the details within the crystal are so life-like and cleverly done one could surely imagine it speaking eerily to you (could you imagine a perfect skull carved from an epic piece of crystal chattering away to you as if it was nothing? Cuh-reepy I would say to Behold!).

I would say though to add my little piece of expertise is that it in fact does speak, telepathically and able to cross oceans to the other side of our worlde, possibly using ley lines and sacred centres as a form of technology to communicate like a telephone but on a grand scale. And, as a notable and powerful healing crystal which has been concluded by many studies over many years, it is an extremely powerful energy tool capable of healing greater than we possibly have seen before or ever create ourselves. Its effect is witnessed and affected by photography, hence they have said just a photo of the Mitchell-Hedges Skull will in fact cause enormous changes.

My friend who was given a photo has indeed this found out, seeing the most incredible other-worldy pictures showing up within its formations, especially upon its teeth. Lending me the photo and peering intently to see if I too could find something, I did indeed envision the most incredible images within. A woman’s face seemed perfectly caught in time like a photograph within the features, a friendly reptilian e.t found near the base of the skull where the neck would join the head and an unnatural light where the mouth is, like it wanted to speak and had the energy built theyr to do so. Pyramid images, and the Earth on top of his head as if looking from space, but sadly, a menacing, dark cloud over Africa with angry eyes the very place of human origins. Does this explain the wars and famines always occurring theyr or maybee the fact of that this may be our place of beginnings, but we have spread across our beautiful planet like the same angry, menacing cloud as we over-populate our only Home. So many more pictures I saw in a few minutes, but as my friend says every time you look theyr is more. I would love for others to try this, it may explain our hystory, show our present and link them both together in a time line to the future. Anything is possible as this impossible artwork shows. And, perhaps that is the answer and reason why it was made, to show the impossible was possible in the past... so why not Now? Leaving for our own selves in this Time another unexplainable wonder on the same scale as the Sphinx and Pyramids at least, for us to solve the reason of the mystery we were left by our ancestors.

Since I was young I have been obsessed with all things paranormal and conspiracy, naturally the Crystal Skulls and most importantly the one speaking skull intrigued me. Like me, this one skull was offset from the others, different but yet, almost the same. I dearly wished to see this and other magickal relics, but finishing school and a much needed archaeological education just was not for me, so never did I think this dream would ever be fulfilled. But, about two years ago it came to me instead. Special Plus!

Sitting through a demonstration, bravely by myselfe (very unusual to do that) refusing to go with another soul so I could listen and enjoy. With angst in my pants we finally got to wait in a long line with the premises of only being allowed to lay our hands over the energy of the skull and not to touch it. As it got to me I was so very excited yet a little nervous, and out of either notorious clumsiness or because my hands were now extremely shaking, they did not stay over the energy as I intended but kind of sucked onto the skull instead. I’d like to call that pre-ordained fate, like it was meant to Be. Imagine my surprise as the man who is at this time the caretaker after it was given to him to do so, said “Well, let’s see what happens with that then!”

Indeed! It changed me forever.

The rest of the evening seemed to have divided me into two, one small part there sitting on the chair like a normal person but perhaps a bit too eyes wide open because I could at the moment hear the crowds thoughts for the evening until I exited the building. It was so very strange. The other part of me was succumbed within a haze of blood red, rhythmic and deep sounding drums beating in time with a heavy chant and my loudly thumping heart.

Thump... Thump... Thump... Oh, so red and damp smelling of sacrifice. I knew from then the Mayans who I believed to be only beautiful and spiritual, were also very blood thirsty in theyr day. In that moment of realisation, it healed so much within me and now I am a far different person and simply put, healed. Perhaps I was there at the time it was used, for otherwise what would that experience have been for?

That night in a room full of strangers and an occasionally recognisable face, I was transported back to the Maya in what I think may have been a bi-location experience. The last one was years before when I read my first set of Egyptian cards and I found myselfe in a Temple at the same time as I was sitting at the table. Around this time I could hear outside my house a noise like a big, empty void and far too quite, opening the door to nothing outside. Nothing! Too odd for me to want these situations oft, the occasional two-for-one moments that I find myselfe in.

I would like to add for my finale with the Crystal Skull and a beginning to pique your interest of myths, legends and facts a mighty combination that I love so. That night I learnt the movie does leave a wonder of what if?...The thirteen crystal skulls are indeed going home, wherever that may be to be put back together how they are intended, what happens then who knows? I for sure can’t wait to see and like that dream I once hoped to have seen the skull, I wonder if I have already been told the Fate.

Learning of another Realm... my first vision at 17 )O(...

2012-06-12T20:24:00.001-07:00

Starrlight, Starr Bright...

Starrlight, Starr Bright

Moonshine in the night

Starrlight, Starr Bright

Magick is happening tonight

All the starrs in the sky

Are falling before my eyes

Falling so bright

Magick for mee tonight

It is heaven sent

It is magick spent

All the power for mee

Showing mee my destiny

I see the hands of Time

Turning so fast in the sky

I see the raven’s flying

And Father Time is crying

The angels from the heavens above

Are sending mee all theyr love

Messages in my dreams tonight

The starrs are ever-so bright

Electricity coursing through mee

It is my future that I can see

Strange ships fly by

From the starrs so high

I am searching for the one calling

And still the starrs keep falling

The moon is so proud

But still he can’t be found

Running, falling

I hear him calling

I see the sun on the water

Yet I do not falter

Starlight, Starr Bright

Such a powerful sight

It is heaven sent

It came and went

But still he calls

He knows I am coming

He sees mee running

Two souls colliding

He comes out of hiding

Together we have merged

He is pleased that I have heard

Such a powerful feeling

My mind and body are reeling

I can feel all the universe

With it I converse

He has become God

And I am the Goddess

We are Everything

We are Everyone

We are the Sun, We are the Moon

We are the Earth and the Heavens Above

We are the God/dess of Love

Ecstasy in my heart

But now we have to part

All this I have seen

Yet the feeling still stays with mee

It is heaven sent

Now the magick is spent

Still the feeling stays with mee

Telling mee this is my Destiny.

Samhain Dreamings )O(...

2012-05-01T18:00:00.006-07:00

The cold, cold hand of Lady Death

Beckoning from beneath her spectre dress

Fingers like bone, skin cold as stone

Knock, knock... twice if you hear

Upon thy door that keepes our Dreams from wake

But dear one, if she doth knock thrice

Another must cross to the Other-Side

Hand in hand, fingers entwined

Through the Veils , the door opens Beyond

With the cold, cold hand of Lady Death.

Jewelled rings glitter, nestled amongst her chattering bones

Bean Sidhe, her breath doth call with a deathly moan

Hallowed be thy crossing Beyond.

Hark, dear one... theyr is another knock at the door

It is Life, her warm hand grasps Death’s in hers

Fingernails no longer a blood, blood red

Warm once again

Life arisen from Dead

Across the threshold to begin once more

The journey, the adventure within

Another chance to Experience

The Beauty and Wonders they have called Life.

The Rainbow-Bird Lady, the olde shaman-woman of Rainbow Beach.

2012-04-10T15:56:00.002-07:00

Easter weekend 2012, Saturday night and a full moon. Camping on the shore of Rainbow Beach; Isis athame was set into the ground, over my collected beach pretties. Her sword aimed towards the ocean where the Aegyptian mariners of ancient times came to shore where we slept, using the beach as a safe place to land theyr trade ships following the giant rainbow sand dunes as theyr land markers. That night came the Dream that was no Dream...

She was walking across the flat, damp sand towards me. The black sand glittered in the full moon light, bright enough to see like the day. I must have gone far, because I had reached the rainbow dunes themselves quite the few kilometres away. Perhaps this was her home, as she welcomed me like it was. I approached her as she glided across the beach shore, both delighted with the very welcoming and knowing of each other’s spirit as a shifter-kind. Perhaps in fact I believe that just maybe, I was exploring this night in the feathered form. A new playground to practice my beloved skills and this is how we did indeed meet, she was delighted at another kind she told me.

Glittering black sand, the brightest of bright moons and the ocean with wild waves crashing at my back... Indeed it was primal and native, the landscape setting of that fated night.

The Lady she was a Shaman, a medicine woman of ranking and prestige. Her honour was shown upon her face, she was bejewelled to display her shifter self in the human form. She was a white woman like I, but resided in spirit form as a guardian of Rainbow Beach. Strange I thought, but a question she never answered why she was not aboriginal or aegyptian. She indulged my other curiosities with as much verve as my own, we loved it just as much as the other, touching each other to see this was real, she was joyful that another like herselfe had come to play on her shore.

A little plump, very wizened and rather wrinkled with age her aura sent off an energy of ancientness and timelessness, love for the Land and protection of the Sacredness that Is. Covering her nakedness was a roughly hewn tunic-like attire, not that this was what interested me and drew me closer mesmerizingly. It was not her grey hair, this not overly long but wild and free just like her, she could have been mistaken as your every day grandmother figure upon the street. What set her apart and what has stuck with me with wonder and impressiveness was her face. Upon her cheeks looked like a mask in the distance, but looking closer a mask it most definitely was not. Bright feathers of rainbows were set into her cheeks with little gold caplets of jewels. Golden studs on her upper cheeks all in a row, off each piece of gold hung a little coloured rainbow bird feather, this was four deep she let me see close up and touch. I was amazed and so happy to see this never before seen wonderful thing to me.

It was her bejewelled feathery mask that I did love the most, such a thing I could not have envisioned or made up myselfe. The best thing was, she loved that I loved it. This meeting was not a healing for me, nor a spirit guide or anything such. It was two strangers meeting on the beach for the first time with mutual wonderment and gladness at the ability of doing so.

The Dew-Drop Fairy Lessons...)O(

2012-03-01T11:53:00.000-08:00

Have you ever as a childe seen a faery?.. I wondered as an observant faery watcher when I was knee high, if they could see me. Secretly in the early hours of dawn, and to my amazement how any adults did not notice (but mayhap they did, I was too busy watching something else!) a little girl would sneak out of her bed, not every morning mind you, to perch herself comfortably on the back steps of her house solely to witness the dew drop fairy’s (yes, these I do call fairy!) early morning work.

I remember this was a fairly regular event for me as an innocent childe, but as I grew into age I no longer can think how this ended. I have a feeling that it faded away with me and not them, the visions of nature’s way of caretaking perhaps absorbed enough to be taught and passed on so that I may know it is with regularity and care that it takes all types look after our Mother Earth. The dew drop fairy I say, would be the reason also my childhood photos are mainly of me watering all kinds of gardens, especially my great-grandfathers... I think I was more than a little intrigued and quite at home doing so. It was like a photographic replay of my special secret teachings... because the dew drop fairy’s, I recall all looked like tiny me’s!

Demure and petite, and wearing tiny red dresses with big, white spots. Short, ringleted hair like myne at the time and always with a silver watering can carried in theyr hand. Funny, because sometimes I am found watering the garden in something pretty these days also. These tiny, little fairy’s (I do not remember how many) were always already theyr before I snuck out, content with letting me watch. One even waved to me one day, perhaps the reason why I wave hello to beings and spirits these days when I come across one.. Tis a polite habit to have manners, especially dealing with so-called mythical beings like the faery, albeit one that may surely give you the reputation of being rather strange on this side.
Like other events and crazy things that do and have occurred to me throughout this life, I have no idea why I got such a wonderful display to witness as a girl-childe. To see rows of identical little fairy in red and white polka dresses, silver water can in hand bending over to water the grass and form the dew in the morning that you see upon waking, should have stayed perhaps a dream of nonsensical childhood frivolities. But not for me!.. Alvin my elfin guardian friend, showed me once more of this very early and at that time forgotten memory, after he first appeared. To remind me I suppose, that it is my duty to also care for the Earth as the dew-drop fairy’s do. I think that I may have had the best teachers throughout my life to fulfil my duties that are very muchly needed...

So, take Care of Mother Earth please people, it is too hard work for the faery’s to clean our messes, because they have far better things to do like form the dew in the morne that your toes and feet love to feel on the grass and bring moisture to the ground that provides you nourishment in gardens and a planet that is not dry and barren. Thank you dew drop fairy’s for teaching me how to love caring for the Earth, be water conscious and remember to water my gardens.. plus, I love nothing better than the feel of wet grass under my toes as I let the chickens out of theyr coop!

You just never know how it all really works!

The Gods are also Evolving, are you Ready to Step Up and take Theyr Role?..

2012-02-02T16:24:00.000-08:00

I Hear Thunder, I See Lightning... The Gods are wanting your Attention! Listen to the rain Drum, its Scent is the Essence of the Divine and Sublime )0(...

Hystory and mythology tells wonderous tales of magickal beginnings of the Gods and Goddesses. Beings created amongst the chaos of cosmic order, and how they came to be. Legends of the olde times and the Ancient Ones tell us a story. Parables with meanings within. Lessons when we are trying to make order out of chaos, when we are creating our own life. We are all a God or Goddess of our own worlde!...

The Ancient Ones, the Gods and Goddesses are many in theyr variety, but in essence They are all but the same and strike a similar chord. Theyr are many religions, beliefs and customs throughout the worlde since the Dawn of Time and man first was and broke ties. Always yearning for something greater, something more than themselves and something that explains themselves.

But we have always known them, felt them, seen theyr signs and omens in nature and upon listening to them, have found that our own life is as wonderous and chaotic as the Gods and Goddesses themselves. But forewarned is forewarmed, I say!

Whether you are a Magickal person or not, who the Gods and Goddesses are will also strike a similar chord in you at times. Theyr stories of Becoming, may guide you within your own hero's journey, Theyr tales may be the same as yours. Symbols and Names of the Gods and Goddesses will empower the Magick that makes you and is made by you. You may find that They already know you. Once the Gods and Goddesses are Awakened, They can also kindle Theyr spark of Divine within you. That's when the Magick Happens! Understanding that the Gods and Goddesses are not only All, but One... They are always You!

And so they say;

As Above, So Below.

The Precessions are Turning

The Worlde is still forming

Never an End,

Tis the Circle of Life.

The Gods are coming

I can hear Them calling.

Closer and Closer, Around and Around

Tis the Circle of Life.

Planets forming, Worldes colliding

Visions stand with biding.

Ask what it is you Seek

Is it Love, Is it greed, Is it Life, Is it Peace?

Children of the Gods,

Your Ears have pricked up,

Your Heart now palpitates,

Your Senses become clearer...

It is your Parents coming Nearer.

)O(

The symphony of the Winged Ones...

2012-01-12T21:01:00.000-08:00

Colours In The Sky.

She flutters her wings and says her goodbyes

With her back turned against the dark, drab sky

Mischief twitches at her lips

And turns into a smile.

Her faded eyes are clouded over,

Wearing the remnants of a tattered mind.

Feeling lost and alone, confused between worlds,

She makes her choice,

And blindly feels the way.

The skies open up in into a cavernous rage;

It roars at the girl who dares choose a different way...

Her wings feel light, colours fill the sky

Her eyes open wide, staring with fright.

So long ago she remembered theyr was colour

‘Twas before theyr was only the darkness.

Curiosity soon becomes entwined with a mortal life

Her love for a darker world bound her to its life.

After a while her wings turned plain,

Poor little fallen angel, her wings were fading away.

Time went by and she would no longer know,

She could not remember,

She no longer knew.

For a long time she stayed torn

Blinded between love and pain.

She had learnt

What she does seek she most surely will find.

Her wings stretched wide, she dived

Gracefully from the sky

And fell into a human life.

Time passes longer theyr,

Almost like an eternity and a day

‘Til she once again remembered

Theyr had been colours in the sky.

In a Time far gone and in a Land long, long ago our worlde was not known as Earth, but t’was called Atlantis. This will one day change and be re-named again, tis the Law. Theyr lived in those days a race of beautiful beings not from this place, they who wore wings upon theyr backs. Huge, glorious Winged Ones. These are the Fallen Angels, and yes they were enticed by the beauty of our worlde, so they chose to walk amongst us peacefully. In those Times, so did other races of beings. An array of beautiful, wonderful beings and creatures, and the humans became so very jealous and wanted to be the same. So they did try.

Captured, and theyr wings were chopped off. Cut with no remose, these were taken without permission and some even given to the scientific ones in defeat, but triumphant for a far away and distant future. They were the ultimate martyrs, that is why the Fallen Ones are deemed in the bible lost to God. Not true, this was writ to make the human mind turn away from the darkest of Truths, theyr past.

Beautiful, but now raggled creatures wandered wearily across Atlantis and our worlde for lifetimes lost and unable to return to theyr Home, as they now had no means to do so. These days you can see and know some of the remnants of the Fallen Angels, the ones whose wings were taken away. They hurt more than others, theyr backs arch and caves for its missing piece. For the wings held theyr backs together, without them they are diffused and broken from theyr beauty, power and strength.

Those that did take away theyr wings, they shall rectify, but nought without hardships and tests. They do not want to remember Atlantis, but they shall. Karma always rebalances, and a lot was done in Atlantis days that shall and will be Finished.

Unleashing and Awakening the Dragon within...

2011-12-10T15:23:00.000-08:00

Uncoil the beat of the soul. Memories within wrap themselves around the past and your blood pumps with the heart song of the ancients, winding also around theyr memories. Together, you just Are. All that you seek, all that you yearn... is just You. Your memories, your future aspirations; they all Are and they all have Been. How your blood draws you near, us near.

The Dragon resides in your base core or chakra it can be called, this is your basic instinct. All the emotions of Power, the energy that drives you forward... this is Dragon. The heat you feel when adrenalin pumps in excited fashion... this is Dragon. The love that is unconditionally eternal, ancient and strong... this is Dragon. From the tip of your spine, the tailbone to your skull... is the Dragon. Arms stretched wide, form the wings of Dragon...You. This is the Kundalini, the serpent that Awakes...the wingless Dragon. This power source centre contains all your chakras, it is the Rainbow Serpent.

Society and hystory in general, has taught us to be uncomfortable with these mythological beings. Those who feel the bloodcall, who are able to draw power and strength from the older than time ancient ones, grow stronger and much clearer once they learn to feel comfortable with theyr uniqueness. Theyr is a surety with such energy seeping off one’s aura and energetic fields, people will be instinctively uncomfortable within your presence. Sending off a refined and regal, albeit occasionally masculine-like quality regardless of whether it is a Lord or Lady of the Dragon Realm masquerading momentarily as a human and living a nonchalant life that all will be provided in abundance. This charm really does ensure they always do, a feat I now see accomplished after an intense frowning concentration session from my oldest borne son who has now discovered he is the companion to a Chaos Dragon as he says... and the way my brother just sits backs and receives with a huge, knowing smile upon his face, much to his amusement and my thoughts of why is it in my family the girls surely have to work so much harder for it.

Stand theyr out in nature, in the wood and trees or in the wide open spaces and just breathe in the air, arms out wide and face towards the sky... Inhale deeply and draw the power within, imagine you are looking at your tailbone, see that you can feel the tip of the dragons tail uncoil and stand straight. Up along your back, the Dragon uncoils and feels free once more, feel the Dragon stretch and energy raise from your base to your head. Your head and back is now the Dragons head and tail. Arms out wide, you and the Dragon become as One, are One. Breathe deeply and inhale, keep this going as you raise the Power and feel ready to Soar! As you open your new eyes, how do you see the worlde now?

Much differently I expect...

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

2011-11-09T19:49:00.000-08:00

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...

2011-09-12T21:34:00.000-07:00

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...

2011-09-07T11:36:00.000-07:00

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(

2011-08-02T11:50:00.000-07:00

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(

2011-07-17T18:55:00.000-07:00

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.

2011-07-17T18:36:00.000-07:00

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(

2011-06-08T18:25:00.000-07:00

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.