Welcome to the Worlde of a Fated Fey, one who walks the Shadows between the OtherSide and this Dreamland. This is the Book of Shadows of a hereditary and self-taught Magickal Woman; a Dreamer who possesseth the lineage of Fae, Wytch and Starr Blood. Interwoven together to make an ecclectic source of Magick and Chaos. To walk between the Worldes of the Starrs, the Hidden Realms, the Spirit Worlde and to also Live a human life...
Saturday, April 19, 2014
Before it begun it had ended
My life again, the remembered intended
The forgiven, by the forgotten
The livid, the tempered and the rotten
To each, they have dared
The darkened out streets, alit by candles glare
Frenzied dreams. a screamer alive
Hidden passages shown behind the curtain drawn
Hedging leaves coloured with fragrant floral seams
Garden paths formed of a cobbled stone
A threshold and a crossroad
Ignited fireflies pattern the earths starry abode
A lost, little girl unsure of how to go
Dank, wet dirt touches her feet
The scent of the earth, clamours her skin
Another awareness has set in
She looks to the sky, for the moon always knows
Tis the sun who always tells her so
Why it is the earth that is her home
A request, a bless, and an emptiness
Alive, cried, sanity denied
Falls to her knees upon the cobbled stones
Only the fragrance and scent keeps her aware
Hurling through her bones, her skin and her blood
Curling and curdling, her blighted lessen
Fissures and fractures of a wrecked mind
Hands tightened, chipped polished nails
Scratch and burn her skin
Tis like paper that hath worned thin
Unfurls her fists, screams to the sky
She falls to the earth
Trusts, she does not know why
Tempered madness, the sweetest caress
Earthly groans of olden bones
Seams from her cracks
She withers and dies
The love of her, returned back into the earth.
Dirt and Sky, Rain and Fire
Back to the Earth once more.
Friday, April 4, 2014
'Many go to the Tir-na-nog in sleep, and some are said to have remained there, and only a vacant form is left behind without the light in the eyes which marks the presence of a soul.
Once upon a time there lived the people of the Sídhe, the Tuatha Dé Danann who are the children of the goddess Danu. The ancient Gods and Goddesses, whose magickal fae-blood carries on today through the descendants of the High Kings of Ireland, these druids and shamans who ruled by faery Law and worked within the faery lore. The greatest one who ever was King Arthur, a faery legacy remembered for all time because of his legendary feats and epic tales as only a faery-borne could do.
Exceptionally skilful in the arts and science, poetry and magicks, and also glamouring (the otherworlde they did create remember) Tuatha today stay hidden by their own choice from prying human eyes and minds. Ensuring they would be never forgotten by the remnants of human time, these grand beings creatively and discreetly left behind for us, mythical and real remnants we can still see or feel today. Only those wise of magick, can see with faery eyes! Symbolic creatures, these beings have left messages and clues for them to be found, but only if one knows where to go. Faery mounds and portals, doorways hidden by nature can be opened by spirals and glyphs. A tip for the faery quester, they like it all in threes!
Forever hidden in another realm and time, but sometimes... a faery falls for a mortal and for them they will show themselves only. How true is this for some fair and gentle people throughout mortal time has discovered, and how indeed does everything become more magickal and strange.
A long time ago when the ancients treaded upon our world, there was a war of titles and land claims to call Ireland (Pict) home. An epic battle ensued, the Fir Blog defeated the Tuatha De Danann, causing these gentle teachers to turn away from the humans, leaving for their new home called Tir na n-Og ("Land of Youth"). They are adventurers and travellers at heart, still even today on the wild hunt they choose to do so. They are a proud kind, gentle but warriors if need be, war is not their favourite option on the battlefront their minds and magickal skills are. As war was far too distasteful for most of the Tuatha, and humans are a very rough and uncouth species for them energy-wise, these gentle folk retreated 'til another human time of evolution and refinement.
Some of the Tuatha made a decision to continue living quietly with the victors of this terrible war, but now their homes were made hidden by magic from the eyes of mortals, these homes are called Sidhe (síd or sídh) or the Otherworld. So very constant in their timings, but also not a part of anytime I feel they work on cosmological alignments and human acceptance. Honestly, I do not wonder why they are shy.. My last name is a very old faery name, and how personally I have found not all people like faery kinds. I am sure some of you have found this too, unique qualities frighten mere mortals once they see or feel the magick. My word of advice for lovers of the fae... the Best and only way is the Faery way!
For those who do not revel in mythos like I, perhaps would like to know that the children of Danu and her descendants today, still know this goddess as their mother. Brighid, the goddess Bride she is also known.. As a warrior, they call her the Morrighan. Many facets make a faery goddess as you can see, their magicks are their mystery and keep our history.
Of course we all know how faeries love treasure and pretties, let me leave you with a curiosity.. Tuatha De Danann are the keepers of the greatest treasure ever, which they brought with them from the four island cities Murias, Falias, Gorias and Findias, when they arrived in Ireland.
From Falias is the Stone of Fál (Lia Fáil)... The stone would cry out beneath the king who took the sovereignty of Ireland. It was supposedly located near the Hill of Tara in County Meath. (Legitimacy of kingdom).
From Goirias or Gorias is the Spear (sleg) of Lugh... No battle was ever sustained against it, or against the man who held it.
From Findias is the Sword (claideb/claiomh solais) which belonged to Núadu ... No one ever escaped from it once it was drawn from its sheath, and no one could resist it. The sword is also described in the Tain legend as 'Nuadu's Cainnel' a glowing bright torch.
From Muirias or Murias is the Cauldron (coire) of the Dagda ... No company ever went away from it unsatisfied.
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.