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September 15th, 2009 at 6:14 am
okay,lets make a start
shall we begin retrospectively?
shall we start at the beginning?
don’t remember it clearly, i was the first of 4 children
and hve been told it was a difficult birth
the doc asked my parents did they want me circumsized
for hygienic rather than ritual reasons and they agreed
to it ‘now every one knows!’
September 15th, 2009 at 10:18 am
on the first day in school some kiddies wept as mummy left,when we went outside for ‘playtime’ (or recess) and
the bell rang to return to classes nobody went in, we were having a fun time on the swings and slides until
the humourless headmaster appeared clutching his school
cane and chased everyone inside. not so funny at the time
but absolutly hilarious as i recall the event
September 16th, 2009 at 6:10 am
1956 and the city of Melbourne hosted the olympic games
promoted as ‘the friendly games’ it opened us to the world and brought the world to us Staged in a competative spirt with a keen fairness, it was not marred by incidences although on opening day they raised
the wrong flag to represent China causing some loss of face to them. 1956 also saw TV introduced into some homes
September 16th, 2009 at 9:08 am
As a serial nuisance in school classrooms it amazes me
why it took 3 long years until i finally received corporal punishment and when it came it was for ‘impudence’ whatever that was! my class mate Johnny
Waterhouse and i were called to come to the front. We had
the mistaken belief of rubbing chalk dust on the palms of our hands would deaden the pain when given the strap
However the teacher had different ideas, producing a birch rod i got 6 whacks across the rump but when it was John’s turn the stick brock in half to the uproarious laughter of everyone except the teacher.Tragically, John died in a car smash before he grew up
September 16th, 2009 at 3:15 pm
Hi Ian!
Nice to see you using this page. I hope it gets really gets busy in here.So you were a naughty boy were you? Why and I not surprised?
September 17th, 2009 at 6:28 am
in my home town as in many others we had the salvation army band assemble some distance from their meeting hall
before marching along the roadside they were led by the flag bearer followed by at least a double rank of ladies
with tamborines dressed in modern clothes except for the traditional Sallies bonnets next came the bandsmen playing brass instruments followed by the drummers
We street urchins tagged along at the rear of the band
and we marched like soldiers but in an exadgerated way
one of the sallies took me as a sort of adoptee and i
have forgot her name, could have been Miss Finley
September 17th, 2009 at 9:49 am
now for my first sexual encounter with a woman
at the age of 9 i had a ’schoolboy crush’ on my teacher
Miss Hardwick and i sat at a desk by the back wall;
one day i could feel something, it was my glands developing and i didn’t know what was going on this frustrating feeling making me irratated. Taking my discomfort
for a lack in concentation Miss Hardwick said “Ian Robertson come to the front and stand on the platform”
“Hold out your hand!” It only took one rap over the knuckles with a wooden ruler to soften any hard feelings
on another occassion she made me sit under her table
for some reason and told me to stay back after school and all she did was say “You can go now”
September 18th, 2009 at 2:48 am
first day high school the anticipation of a new experience previous year ‘a pretty big wheel’ the little kids referred to us as the big kids. now for the shock of initiation day where us new chums got if lucky a drenching under the water tap or if unlucky head forced down a toilet and flushed on A couple of teachers had their own fag but of course the word pedophile didn’t
come in to usage that time By contrast with first day the
last day at high school was full of high jinx, the boys
brought along paper bags of cornstarch or white lime powder and baloons to make water bombs and we plastered
each other in the quadrangle Teachers did not escape either
September 18th, 2009 at 9:45 am
this is the best april fool trick i heard yet
some of the senior students at the school physically picked up a teacher’s car (it was a mini minor)and
carried it to a parking bay
elsewhere When i was doing my 3rd year in high school the
class 3C as we were known decided to see how many boys could fit in a telephone booth and there was one opposite the school similar to the red telephone boxes
still in parts of London we had 15 inside before two teachers came and ordered us from the precinct there was
some superficial damage done and of course Robertson was later named as the chief instigator of that stunt
September 21st, 2009 at 2:37 am
feel i shouldn’t have posted the backgroud info
i am a different personage to what’s writtern about me
author L.P. Hartley wrote in his novel ‘the go-between’
the past is a foreign country they do things differently
there
how true!
September 26th, 2009 at 11:41 am
I feel like I have found my home here. I feel very much that I was led here, and I am practically sitting here with tears in my eyes. Of all the writings on the faerie tradition, nothing has touched me so deeply as what you have written. I have been borderline obsessed with the Tuatha de Danann and the the grail mysteries for a couple of years now. I have been searching everywhere for the kind of clarification you have offered me here. I am so psychically triggered right now I can barely type these words. Your 13 signs you have the witchblood blew my mind in some ways. Little things like my fascination with the moon, owls, and willow trees. I am very sorry to sound all gushy here, I am just more than a little excited to have found you dear one!
Brightest Blessings,
Tammy
September 26th, 2009 at 12:03 pm
Hi Tammy,
What can I say except that I know how hard it is to find the right stream as there are so many. I started this blog because I felt alienated mostly by the New Age takeover and its dogmas.
Glad to meet you. I hope we can continue to explore together.
Take Care,
Arlene
September 29th, 2009 at 3:56 pm
Hello,
I am pagan and an artist originaly from the North of England, at the moment living in the South with my partner.
I have also lived in the US for three years.
This is my website for my paintings http://morgaineart.blogspot.com/
I love your website Arlene, I really enjoy reading what you put on here. At the moment though I am having trouble getting on to any of the comment sections on most of the site, everytime I try get on it takes me to the post For Mabon: The Spoils of Annwn.
Its lovely to meet you on here,
Morgaine
September 30th, 2009 at 12:56 am
Oh boy! i got it wrong in assuming’your page’ was each individual storyline but at least i started the ball rolling on feedback which is Arlene’s intention wow! looks like we got our own little club here and i would like all your support in helping me through a rough patch of course i ‘ll survive i can feel myself improving but it is just so frustrating not knowing hatsahead well i know whats aheadbut it’s PHOBIA PHOBIA i am afraid of
October 22nd, 2009 at 11:11 am
I feel very grateful to you Arlene for starting this blog-world. It is a universe of enchantment unto itself! I can relate to your reference to the New Age dogmas, as I live in a very New-Agey community. I have also found ceremonial orders to be constraining to me. I have been solitary in my ways on account of this.
I have like you also had the honor of studying with Robert J. Stewart, attending his workshops at the Human & Faery relations congress for many years. I also own nearly all of his books and cds.
I found my way to Elfame as a child, and it is wonderful to find your waypost to it here as well!
May you be blessed in all that you do!
avec magie,
Cara
October 22nd, 2009 at 4:55 pm
Hi Cara!
Thanks for your nice words.
Seattle was pretty New Agey too. It became the marketing jargon in the 90’s so if you promote your services using those terms you can attract more clients. But its uncomfortable as I just see it as somewhat false and full of dogmas. Genuine followers of the Old Ways tend to be more counter culture I think.
November 10th, 2009 at 8:22 pm
hi i went to see a tarot reader one day for a few readings and she told me a few things that were true and at the same time she messed with my head.i was kind of sleeping so probably i couldnt defend myself, but from then on things went worse but at least she kindly told me she d restrict me and she did in a clever way. she was also supposed to be a healer i guess it doesn t work everytime sometimes things get worse, and they actually did for me. sometimes you help people and you just make things worse so after 5 years i really tried to forget about those readings cause i felt they were unnecesary to go back back were i was at one point in time, so i did, all my problems are still there but at least i don nt have this bonus problem with her anymore. in the meantime i lost a lot of hair i am losing my teeth i m starting arthritis and got many other health problems showing up, i m not really complaining about it, consequences last forever what has to be has to be.since the eclipse this year my hair is actually turning grey.i love death more than life so i am actually kind of waiting for the big deterioration, but at least i listen to the best music in the world.in the end i never asked for her help i went to talk sometimes or to check things but i suppose that s how it is when you wnat to make someone mad.i m thinking whatever her techniques were they were useless as i didn t ask for them.i think you don t do anything people don t agree to, if i had wanted such things i d had asked for them but i didnt i just went for a reading not for anything else that would have been my problem.i just knew it was wrong to go there but i did anyway.all this permitted me to learn one or two things about what people say is magic. but i am staying away from those things now, i just write this in case she comes to that site one day,i just hang out sometimes for a few seconds.i am more of a loner and decided to remain like that until the end of my life.
November 26th, 2009 at 2:11 am
I am most blessed to have discovered your treasures… I cherish this place. Say high to the Tuatha De Danaan for me! I hope to meet them some day… Perhaps I already have.
http://www.myspace.com/sleepythefool
November 26th, 2009 at 9:47 pm
Cool! If you have, you know it. Remember, if you can see them, they can see you too!
December 9th, 2009 at 10:12 pm
i just woke up and i realised i had a heart, like i must have had one before but i couldn t make the difference or see what it looks like, also i seemed more like flatline before, and now i realise i got things i can t really do much about anyhing against because they re like that.
December 9th, 2009 at 11:06 pm
so i m trying just to make as if i was keeping on sleeping and Death with its scythe keeps on appearing when i close my eyes with a crow on its left shoulder. sometimes the crow flies circling around, the crow though i saw about 2 days ago.Death doesn t look to bad or anything it s mostly standing on a floor where skulls are piling up with a red sky or sometimes it appears on the top of a northern mountain watching the sunset anyway bye
December 17th, 2009 at 1:02 am
yesterday like everyday i was trying to get rid of patterns so i did this the whole morning up to a certain point where i need to eat and then usually i m not well for some time but after 4 hours, just like sometime i had like a circle around my head, like you wear just the brim of a hat, and my stomach started to feel cramped like underneath it a hand was like squeezing me, so i knew right away i was going to throw up.eventhough it hurts i really like this climaxing moment cause it means something important is happening.so usually when i don t go through a sort of pain i m really bored cause it seems unimportant albeit necessary.so i put on music BURZUM , and the guy always says that his music is kind of ritualistic and then the last song takes you to another world,so i like Burzum for that cause it kinds of soothes you cause it s a bit repetitive. for example i love fever and never take medicine for it or anything else,but when you got fever you want to overcome it so you look inside yourself for some kind of remedy and everytime you re going to cross your boundaries or what you thought they were, cause the fever has its own territory.so after i had enough of stomach pains i made myself throw up and then i lie down for the pain to vanish and all of a sudden i m in a forest in a clearing and i have so light shining on me, i m dressed in white and i got those curly blond and short hair,i saw myself like that a few years ago and i don t like myself like that cause i feel i look like pa^tee.then from there on i could undo more patterns, but since and it sems more obvious to me now i have the impression of leaving a world that is not mine to go in another one that suits me more. like i am still in between but less and when i woke up this morning i was just in the forest, like i am here in my room but not really there and things have an otherwordly meaning.
December 17th, 2009 at 1:16 am
if anyone likes to listen to Burzum Filosofem and Hvis Lyset Tar Oss are good.he just got out of prison for murder after 16 years,and his music is about the old gods of norway and the old ways.it s good music when you want to bring out dark stuff as an accompaniment, like a robed procession carrying your coffin with your dark stuff. the only thing is that the coffin is to be opened cause it been buried.the guy when you see his picture before and after his release it s the same face but older, but because his been in prison it s like growing older through stagnation cause in prison you don t really experience anything, like you become a swamp,it s diferent frm growng oldr where experience gives you new shapes to your face and so at the same time giving you life.Prisons are useless therefore.
December 17th, 2009 at 4:05 am
i just felt i had to write this down too for no particular reason,but it was just after i wrote this down before, that i felt like getting really high so i had to lie down and close my eyes, and there was a dragon and a wild boar and then i found myself in the forest again in the clearing kneeling in front of a little box or coffin, so i opened it and out of it came a black scorpion, it looked at me and told me to follow him beckoning with his claw.so i followed and because i like to be quick i asked him if he could get a bit bigger so we can go faster, so he did but then he was so big that i felt uncomfortable and i had his tail dangling in my face, so i asked him if he could go like normal size so that we are like the same, and so he did.then we quickly arrived in front of a river and with one of his claws he started to drink water and told me to take a sip too.so i did. then we crossed on the otherside of the river and the scorpion jumped on me piercing both of my eyes and they became black, and then my third eye opened and i could see a whirlwind of night and stars replacing the forest and there was a sun and a moon and a sun and a moon and it kept on changing until the sun and the moon slid one behind the other to make and eclipse and then appeared a castle.it was like positioned on a rock that had the shape of a mushroom.the way to the castle was a steep path so i fo;;owed the scorpion to the castle, he stopped at the entrance and told me to go in.so i went in and there was a queen,for me she was a queen cause she was pure, and i saw her before a few years back but she was in a castle of crystalline ice.her eyes were still the shape of the moon crescent.so i tried to do a kind of reverence, but i didn t finished, and a bouquet of roses ppeared in my left hand, and i was like ok…so i gave it to her,she was smiling at me all the while,she didn t smell them but caressed them and she beckoned me to sit on her lap.so i did and i really liked that, so she caressed my cheek, hers were all flushed, like she did with the roses, and i really felt like a child, and i became smaller and smaller until i was a foetus and then i disappeared in her belly in a cloud of smoke to come out a few seconds later as a spirit, or kind of and my eyes were blue and i had like an armband that was a sunflower.she winked goodbye to me, i went back out to meet the scorpion again, and we jumped from the cliff into the water, cause npw there was water surrounding the castle.so i fo;;owed the scorpion to the bottom of the sea where he cut some algue and told me to do the same,and then we met a triton and a mermaid, they looked like neptune and his daughter, so the scorpion transformed either of them with the algue into a sea horse with some sort of wings so i did the same with mine and then they took us in a castle under the sea. so i opened my eyes cause the back of my head is really hurting and my third eye too, but that was pretty cool.
December 17th, 2009 at 11:02 am
after almost 6 hours of struggle and busted sinuses i have finally transformed into something that looks more like me,exactly at the moment the song Transition was playing by Martyrium.Thank you My Page!
December 25th, 2009 at 4:42 am
Materialised In Stone by Marduk
The solemn tones of an ancient clock
Have announced midnight
The air is thick and heavy
A vast deathlike stillness pervades all nature
A faint pearl of thunder comes from far off
Drifting clouds obscures the moon
As I passed onto the path in darkness
The wind must have grown colder for I felt myself shiver
As I walked towards
Unaware of the light
I struggled through the night
A materialization of my fear – the light
Through stealthy shadows
Through darkened halls
As the first rays of the sun emerges from
The horizon
Unaware of the light
I struggled through the night
Materialized in stone
Embraced by the woods as my throne
Materialized in stone
Forever stand alone
December 25th, 2009 at 6:46 pm
Hobgoblin,
Thank you for this beautiful poem!
I hope you have a happy Christmas and you New Years is much easier for you.
Cheers,
Arlene
December 26th, 2009 at 2:23 am
well, i don t do christmas or new year but thanks anyway
December 26th, 2009 at 5:17 am
but it makes me think that the so called christmas period and new year is cool cause everyone gives you a break, like you re going to go out and everything is peaceful unlike the rest of the year, like you can walk in the city and there s no agression directed towards you.if i was in the countryside christmas wouldn t even exist cause it has no meaning there.i find it nevertheless hard to get rid of that spirit eventhough i don t do it since many years, cause it looks like a program inside me and funnily eventhough i don t do it and i prefer to stayy outside of it i always get at least one present,this year my landlady gave me a bottle of wine, and some”chritmas food” so it s really hard to avoid, especially in the city.then the people who give you a break during that period are the ones that stab you in the back the rest of the year, usually they catch up in january or so i observed.as to new year i d rather celebrate my coming out of winter or at the most the coming of spring than a mere number,especially when it s imposed on you,but you re right nature is cool cause nobody asks you or imposes you anything.but because it s winter happy birthday to you.
December 29th, 2009 at 9:51 am
sorry for everything i have written above in the posts i just realised the page wasn t made for that.my apologies.
January 18th, 2010 at 5:00 pm
Hi! I’m an author and teacher, and I also represent author Edain McCoy and am authorized to teach from her faery books. Here are some of the upcoming classes; In fact, I’m teaching one tonight! They are based on my own research, experience, and writing, and Edain’s. Here’s the info:
The Healing Power of Faery Part II: MONDAY, JANUARY 18, 6:30-8:30 PM
Experience a powerful initiation into faery shamanism through the extended guided meditation from Edain McCoy’s The Healing Power of Faery, taught by the only instructor authorized by the author!
$25
10% off for returning students.
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17909 Bellflower Blvd, Bellflower, CA 90706
RSVP (562) 925-8500 or DyanaAset@yahoo.com at least 24 hours before class.
Faery Shamanism Part 2: Saturday, January 23, 10 AM to NOON
This is the second class in Faery Shamanism. See class description above.
$25
The Learning Light Foundation
1212 E. Lincoln Ave., Anaheim, CA, 92805
RSVP to (714) 533-2311 or DyanaAset@yahoo.com at least 24 hours before classes!
Suggested reading:
The Healing Power of Faery, by Edain McCoy
Be Blesséed: Daily Devotions for Busy Wiccans and Pagans, by Denise Dumars.
BB,
Dion-isis, aka Denise
January 19th, 2010 at 3:42 pm
Thanks Denise,
I wish I was in CA. and could go to your workshop.
I haven’t read Edain’s books but I think I have read some stuff online by her.
I shall have a look at the ones you suggest here.
Thanks for stopping by!
Aline
January 24th, 2010 at 7:33 pm
That is amazing. Thanks for posting it. Its Washington all right.
You are a serious writer I take it.
I enjoyed that. How funny!
January 26th, 2010 at 12:58 am
Clearly the faeries have tongues firmly in cheek! Thanks!
Dion-Isis
January 27th, 2010 at 7:15 pm
They would have to!
January 30th, 2010 at 12:59 am
Waait!
I forgot an important detail! This is the final version of the story!
Sorry for mess!!!!!!
We spent the first night in the woodland sunbelt of Ice Province on a cliff along the road to the Oak Knight’s Camp. It was already dark and the snow was thick. The Oak Knight had racked up over $1000 in tickets, due to unregistered vehicles. They didn’t even care about the broken rear rear lights on the trailer when they saw the paperwork. They rushed back to headquarters to file it all. By “they” I mean the only cop on duty in the town of Quicksilver. He told us so, and we crossed our fingers and mobbed out, images of state troopers and more tickets in our heads. It was fine. It was beautiful. We were overlooking miles of hills across a vast gorge, but all we could see was the blinking red lights of millions of windmills on the horizon; lights from Green Province.
Brennus and the Blue-Eyed-Devil made whimsical light images outside and we all soon joined in the charades. We tried to remember that there was an old man in a trailer only a few hundred feet away, but it was a long belligerent night of hooting and howling. The Blue-Eyed-Devil and the Holly Knight were both running on three hours of sleep, and the Holly Knight was soon curled up in a blanket, while the Devil stayed up all night, screaming with coyotes and ending his night with a fall through ice into a pond. He thought it would be fun to test the ice by jumping on it a few times.
The next day they woke up moving along the road in the Oak Knight’s wagon, a ride they were enjoying until the back left tire slipped into a deep and slushy trench of mud. We all struggled to dig it out, to no avail. Brennus fired off some rounds in anger and took off with the Oak Knight to get help, to the haunting sound of even louder coyotes, while the Holly Knight and the Devil slept and ate noodles. The Holly Knight was fascinated by the rocks filling the earth around them, a collage of orange and red and white, all smooth and polished by The Mother’s touch. The Blue-Eyed-Devil was busy tracking animals and throwing snowballs at the Holly Knight, who was entirely unphased and politely amused by the Devil’s antics.
After hours of frustration trying to dig the Oak Knight’s wagon out of the ditch, and failed attempts at help, they were all about ready to give up and set up camp for the night when a burly forest spirit with a flowing white moustache came marching up the hill in his truck. He tied a silver hook around the back of the trapped wagon and pulled it out with ease. The wagon backed up a hill, almost into a tree, but he pulled it sideways, tearing up a massive wave of mud, and for a moment everyone thought it would roll over, but it was finally safe. The old man carried the wagon all the way to the camp and back with the Oak Knight taking the navigator’s seat while the rest waited behind. The Oak Knight declared he would buy food and mead for the whole troop at the White Swan, the oldest bar in Ice Land, and only bar at Dub Station.
At the White Swan, we were greeted by a black dog sitting on the porch, and an ecstatic and bewildered lady tending the bar, who could not understand why a young man would ever move to, let alone live in, the backwoods of Dub Station. The Oak Knight ordered the Holly Knight a burger which he refused to eat. The Oak Knight and the Blue-Eyed-Devil could not believe that Brennus and the Holly Knight were vegetarians, but the disturbance was outweighed by a mutual love of beer and fries. The bartender questioned us about everything, from our hometown to our “strong” and unusual beer choice, to Brennus’ burger choice (”Do you know what that is? It’s not real!”) The Holly Knight spent the latter half of the event playing with the animal outside, who had transformed from a black dog to a black cat with white paws, perched on an ancient hitching post. He watched them through the window, but mostly watched the stars. When they all emerged from the bar, he told the Blue-Eyed-Devil he had witnessed a shooting star, and was waiting for another. This was a lie with no guilt attached to it.
They all walked back to the Oak Knight’s camp in the dark and snow and ice, all full with food and equipment to carry. The Blue-Eyed-Devil put down his load to punch out a window on a rusty, broken wagon that had crashed into a tree countless years ago. The troop decided to celebrate with another night at the Oak Knight’s camp, where they had been trying to get all this time. This was when the serious drinking began. The Blue-Eyed-Devil shot a tree with a crossbow from the door of the Oak Knight’s wagon, and the sides of the bow expanded, punching a hole in a nearby cabinet. They moved outside and the Holly Knight began preaching about the stars. “Look up in the sky in any direction,” he chided the Devil and the Oak Knight, “and find the little cloud in your peripheral vision. If you look directly at it, you’ll see a swirl of faint spinning stars. You can barely see it if you’re staring at it. The Lion Tribe called it the “Sky Child” but it is actually a perfect circle of white light.”
As they stared at the White Bull Galaxy, the Holly Knight paced behind the Devil, tapped his own right foot in the earth and sent a bolt of fire energy into his back. The Blue-Eyed-Devil jerked around and their eyes met. He could sense something strange afoot. The Holly Knight walked forward again, bowed his head under Arianrhod, and thanked the stars for the water flowing through his body. The second the Holly Knight closed his eyes, the Devil shouted. “I just saw a shooting star!”
Back in the wagon, they were enjoying some recorded music and turned it off at the beginning of a familiar song. “That song is so sick!” mumbled the Holly Knight. The Oak Knight responded: “You know what it sounds like.” The Holly Knight was thinking the same thing, and they fell asleep with the song still playing in their heads.
The two Knights were up early in the morning, exploring the sunlit forest with Brennus. They checked out the hand-built barn across Screaming Brook, dodging rusty barbed wire to find an old honey can. It reminded them of the antiques at the White Swan. The Holly Knight went back to the wagon to make some tomato soup and told the Blue-Eyed-Devil about the barn, insinuating it’s use as a bear cage, and reprimanded the Devil for lying about seeing runes on the barn the night before, though he never believed him enough to check it out himself until just now. “I just said it looked like your tattoos to get you outside!” the Devil explained.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” The Knight replied, sipping on soup in a can and beer, an apple in one hand. They had an awkward conversation in which the Devil accused the Knight of living his life like he was in a magazine, and the Devil ran outside to help the Oak Knight and Brennus as they began stacking up logs around the wagon to build a new road, knowing this wagon would not be leaving this spot for months. They yelled at the Holly Knight, begging for help and throwing snowballs at the wagon, and he too was soon outside laying more logs, scraps of wood and sheet metal they had found, and dirt, until they had finally built a road suitable for travel.
It was noon and they were ready to head back to the city, their mission complete. The Holly Knight was captivated by a small white branch resembling an antler, and left it on display upon a shelf in the wagon as they set off through the snow. It was a grueling hike up the hill to the truck, as they were all loaded with heavy objects. The Oak Knight carried an assortment of gear including a skateboard and a crossbow, the Holly Knight had nothing but a small backpack and the wagon’s bombshell-shaped propane tank, which the Devil eventually put in his sleeping bag and slung over his shoulder, in the exchange that the Knight carry the large iron gate they had meant to reattach to the truck. They were equally awkward objects. Brennus carried his photography gear and the already-dead marine battery the Oak Knight had just purchased. Despite all the setbacks along the way, they were all in awe of the beauty of the wooded mountains and unspeakably excited about their new home.
Upon reaching the top of the cliff, where the truck was still parked, they all cheered at the sun and the windmill-dotted hills. The Holly Knight picked up an orange, and without breaking it, squeezed it in his left hand as he made a final sweep for notable stones, focusing his thoughts on vibrant orange hues. He quickly washed off a handful of small stones in the snow, saying little prayers for each one. The Devil thought he was putting them back and said he would take them. The Knight stuffed them in his own pockets and tossed the Devil the orange. They played catch with the orange until it slipped through the Knight’s hands and broke on the rocks. He lobbed the cracked fruit back to the Devil, who picked it up and began eating it. “That thing is so dirty!” the Knight cried. Brennus laughed, and they all feasted on oranges and took off in the truck.
As we left the gravel path, Brennus jumped out of the truck to get a photo of a dead tree in the meadow on the other side of the road. The radio was playing Creedence and Deep Purple, and the Holly Knight shouted, “Let the electronic hypnosis begin!” They rocked out until it suddenly cut every station but an annoying female pop singer. They agreed silence was better and watched out the windows as massive forests, valleys, peaks, and rock formations passed them by.
Eventually they stopped to climb a small cliff and have a smoke, where the Blue-Eyed-Devil immediately shouted “An owl!” They all stared at the massive black shape in a distant tree.
“That thing is huge!” yelled the Holly Knight, and suddenly the Devil was even more excited.
“No, that’s a bald eagle!”
Brennus shouted too, mentioning a hawk in a nearby tree at the same moment that the eagle spread it’s wings and flew across the gorge to Green Land. They followed it back.
January 30th, 2010 at 3:09 pm
Hi Sleepy!
I’m not sure which one to delete. Say 1,2,or 3. I appreciate your story and you posting it on here. Makes it really fun.
Just tell me which one and I’ll delete it for you.
Cheers!
Aline
January 30th, 2010 at 11:06 pm
Thanks so much! You have no idea how much that means to me.
If you could delete all of them except the 3rd one that would be very helpful…. :]
January 30th, 2010 at 11:18 pm
I hope I did it right! I write too so know how you feel.
February 26th, 2010 at 6:46 am
I just have one question, does this website guide you to use magick?
February 27th, 2010 at 1:11 am
We should be careful not to judge “reality” as mundane or beneath us
Naturally things are not as they seem my dear….
Are they not infinitely more so?
March 5th, 2010 at 9:15 pm
And isn’t what is “real” up for debate, anyway?
March 7th, 2010 at 7:32 pm
My second question is, how far does magick go? Is there no end, or does there come a time when the demons take your soul? And is it evil? Is it good? Or is it not judged? Please reply soon, for I am young, foolish, and intrigued to learn
March 8th, 2010 at 5:33 pm
Of course. But that’s been written about so much—I try to take a narrower angle.
March 8th, 2010 at 5:38 pm
Hi phookahandler,
Of course. For me that’s a given. Whole books have been written about that any magical person has to have that awareness born into them I think.
Its the mundane human MIND and what those who have little to no imagination create out of the stuff of the —not the mundane world–that is human to me—but out of the natural world that I have issues with.
March 8th, 2010 at 5:49 pm
Leonardo,
For me–and anyone who wants to help Leonardo with another angle please do—but for magic is a perception that everything that is exists is alive and has a spirit.The rocks, the trees, the moon, the houses, certainly the animals–that some people treat as if they were not even alive–even a doll or a sled can have a spirit.
As far as demons or spirits or faeries–because they are names for any incorporeal being that Christianity has damned—they won’t “take” your soul any more or less that a computer game can takes your soul, or a religion, or the next big toy you covet. You can enter into relationships with spirits that are extremely inspiring and creative or destructive depending on what YOU bring to that relationship. This is why refinement of desire is so important for practitioners of magic — I have fallen on the sword of my own immaturities so I can speak form experience. You can’t take these relationships lightly because hey will give you what you want–even what you do not consciously know you want. This can cause problems.
I don;t believe in the monotheistic “God” so I do not worry about these judgments personally. There are many worlds.
I hope that helps. I am about to write an article on witchblood again, Maybe it will help you.
remember with spirits—if you can see them, they can see you.So don’t invite them in if you don’t feel ready for them.
March 9th, 2010 at 6:29 pm
My only problem is two, how do you parctice magick? And how do you let the spirits in?
March 10th, 2010 at 8:40 pm
If it doesn’t happen naturally for you—I have been seeing spirits since childhood—then you have to study and learn.
There are lots of books on various occult practices and teachers as well.
I like R.J.Stewart for Faery Tradition. You could be initiated into Wicca, or Thelema–
magic is a lifelong study. If I knew what you are seeking, I might have better suggestions.
Go through my archives as well for more information.
Hope it helps,
Aline
March 10th, 2010 at 9:48 pm
Thank you so very much, I will look at your archives for info, but I’m not sure how my mother will react with this, or maybe it will come out naturally, well, whatever works works, I wish people would leave me alone about my life, sure they are just saying they care but I don’t want them to. I’m so glad I got that out. I think I might start telling my mom once we move, but do I dare to tell my father, I should dare not unless a guardian spirit is by my side. I see now, all I want to be loved by different creatures than humans. But one thing I ponder on is that you said that there are many worlds, I wish to be apart of the one where there are elves, dragons, trolls, and bards, and so many other things that I have thought of, such as faeries, hobgoblins, goblins, not to be confused with hobgoblins, yarthkins, kelpies, hobbits, knuckers, and more. Please tell me what you mean.
March 11th, 2010 at 6:33 am
It does happen naturally, but I don’t know how to speak to them.
March 12th, 2010 at 1:43 pm
Hi,
why don’t you download my book The Nine Secrets of the Faery Witches for free.
Go into the School, find the page– the password is enchantment
I hope it helps
March 19th, 2010 at 4:06 am
How enchanted do you find the forests in the Northwestern United States?
March 19th, 2010 at 9:12 pm
Hmmm. There are some amazing forests here. The most magical I have been to is an actual old growth rain forest on the side of Mt. Rainier. The ride through the mountains between here and Canada is amazing too, but to be honest I am more moved by the Rockies. I feel too much logging here has destroyed the spirit lines. The deciduous woods back east speak much more to me. Rolling hills, little streams, woods. The strongest faery vibe I ever got was in Wales riding the train through that kind of landscape but so green and lush. There is a small place in the south of England—Kent maybe, where train went through a land of small steep hills, broken with rocks and a stream winding between some saplings and everything so green. And there were two big mounds in the near distance. Incredible!
March 20th, 2010 at 3:05 am
Is it possible you are referring to the Kingley Vale Yew Forrests near Chichester? I know it well……… in fact, they prompted my original query, as I’ve been told that the mountains in the Northwestern United States have wonderful yew trees for bowyers. As a primitive hunter, this is of much interest to me
http://www.infobritain.co.uk/Kingley_Vale.htm
March 20th, 2010 at 8:58 pm
Well, to tell you the truth, I am not. But it does sounds beautiful and fantastic. If only there was a place though, where I could be what I truly want to be. I would give almost, no, anything to be wwhat I really am inside. Well, please wish for me, and if I do make it into the world, I will do exactly as I promised.
March 20th, 2010 at 9:05 pm
And I ask one more thing of you, I have a championship swim meet tomorrow, please ask the faeries to pull me slog so I can swim faster. I’ve never gotten first at the championships, wish me luck!
March 22nd, 2010 at 3:26 pm
I think you may have wished for me because I have a cheived a heat winner
March 22nd, 2010 at 7:25 pm
Congratulations!!!!!
actually you did it yourself because I had not seen your comments until now.
Maybe the Faeries helped you on their own.
Just remember not to ask them for material things — that’s when it gets tricky.
Inspiration, gifts of creativity ,excellence — gifts of the spirit are safe.
March 23rd, 2010 at 7:16 pm
Thank you, I’ll be sure to pay my respects every night. These fearies of faery sound so interesting, I would very much like to meet them. I’m trying to keep up with the “Nine Secrets of the Faery Witches.” Life in the Snow house has been difficult with
my dad leaving and all. So many things have been bothering me lately. But I think the faeries with keep me safe from mental harm. And as for the swim meet. I really do hope that they will grant me the other world. Well, good night to all. And sleep well Arlene.
March 29th, 2010 at 6:34 pm
Today I bid you a farewell. I have found piece the last few days and have a part of myself. This day I’m leaving, I hope we can still be friends though. Goodbye, and Arlene. Since you gave me your address, I’m going to send you a letter, we could be pen
pals, but we have to keep it somewhat secret, for my mother will be concerned about me and strangers ( not that you are a stranger). Anyways, I’m leaving now, and I should hope to never return to which craft, I do not leave because I think it is evil. I’m just not right for it, if you know what I mean. I bid you a calm farewell,
N. Leo Snow
March 30th, 2010 at 2:37 pm
I’m sorry I spelled some things wrong.
April 7th, 2010 at 11:27 pm
Leonardo, your farewell seems ominous. Are you alright?
April 7th, 2010 at 11:39 pm
Traveling to Spain this summer for an archaeological dig (I’m a paleo-botanist) A friend there has access to nearly a dozen ancient yew trees that were toppled in a windstorm last winter. I may have my pick of these trees to have a stave cut out for later manufacture into a longbow (I am that extremely rare woman who not only hunts, but uses only primitive weapons that I make myself……… I have made several longbows at my father’s workshop in Northhumbria) I have always had a nearly mystic connection with trees, less so other plants but these trees will have long expired and my feel will no doubt be blunted. Arlene……. how do you think I should try to ascertain their energy as this is critical in selecting a bowstave. Some of these yews may well be 1000 years old, and they will be auctioned for unimaginable prices to talented woodworkers who we can only hope will preserve them well by their craft. But I am afraid of making a spiritually blind choice, and a bow is a very living thing, which is resurrected almost from the dead tree. I know I could have selected wisely had I walked the grove before the storm, but this was obviously not possible
April 8th, 2010 at 9:43 pm
How amazing! What a storm that must have been.
The best way to communicate with trees — and I d have a blog post on here about that — look in the archives — is to be silent, no distractions. As a hunter I am sure you know that kind of meditation. Offer something to trees — whiskey might be traditional for you. We use tobacco or cornmeal in the states.
Then just ask the spirits to show you the right one, that it light up, or you just be drawn to it. I have a feeling you will go right to it.
Telepathy is a picture language. So if you get mental images go with them.
I would love to hear how it goes for you.
April 8th, 2010 at 9:46 pm
Oh, Leonardo. I hope it all goes well for you.I am the Queen of the Typos. I understand you mis spellings. Its great that you know what is and isn’t for you.
Blessed be,
May 29th, 2010 at 4:53 am
Hi Arlene
Just wanted to say how consistantly enjoyable the Winterspells blog is !
Your writing style and choice of image is wonderful.
Phookahandler, glad you mentioned “Kingley Vale”. Our Clan visited a while back and its certainly one of the most atmospheric and inspiring places I have ever been to.
Take care and keep up the great work !
F/F/F
Stoatfire
Clan of Tubal Cain
May 31st, 2010 at 9:06 pm
I’m glad you enjoy it. I am very interested in the Clan of Tubal Cain as well.
June 9th, 2010 at 2:06 pm
I’m back it seems, and I feel more spiritual than ever. Hi arlene, I said it wasn’t for me, but I was wrong.