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...

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

The tale of two tails, Sekhmet and Apophis... }i{

"I want Apophis."
The kitty purred and licked her paws
Sekhmet calls 
This is a time she wants for more
"I want Apophis"
Her constant nightly battle
Sekhmet always wants for more
"I want Apophis"
Her appeasement although
Tis an injustice
This is a battle that she adores
Forever, chaos strains to capture the night
Ordained in the passage of universal flight
For only in chaos can we know order
Meaning in the mysterios
Truth in the legend
We find life within the mythos
Tis in this pain she finds constant delight
Her appeasement
An injustice
Binded and bounded
For another long night
Apophis and the Kitty
Sekhmet and her favoured tale
With each turn of the wheel
Of day that turns to night
A revolution that must always be won
The apokolypse, the revelation
With a flick of two tails
Apophis and Sekhmet
Neither friend nor foe
Tis the kitty, her joy and her bliss
Forever in the night she rules
After all,
It twas Sekhmet in the end
Who said 
"I want Apophis...
Tis the winning that is only half the fun." 
Thus, once more
Night can return to Day
The earth and the sun
Armageddon undone
Wormwood burned
Ashes to Dust
Returned and Reborn
Til the night has again begun
Another round, ritual returned
A kitty and her snake 
A tale of conquest
The conception of good and evil 
Unyielding temptations
Tasteful flavourings
Curiosities bested
Smouldered and sequestered
The love of the Battle
A moral to a story
Of two tails a rite untold
The ending is its very beginning
Intertwined enraptured enamoured 
A love already won
Is the lure of Apophis for the goddess

Sunday, July 6, 2014

Dragon Rites and Invokation... }i{

Hail, to the Dragon Lord of the North
He who is the King of the Starry Realm
The Master of the Sky, He of both the Night and Day
Hail, to the Dragon Lord of the East
He who is the King of the Manifesto Realm
The Master of the Codes, He of both the Magickian and the Pursuit
Hail, to the Dragon Lord of the South
He who is King of the Hidden Realm
The Master of the Shadows, He who is neither Male nor Female
Hail, to the Dragon Lord of the West
He who is King of the Time and Memories
The Master of All that has been Forgotten, He of the All that will ever be
Hail, to the Goddess of the Spirit of the Middle Realm
She who is the Queen of the Elements, Hers is of Balance and Grace
Mother Goddess, Dragon Warrior, Gentle yet Fierce
Come to Me!

To See the Power and Feel the Power
One must succumb first to the depths
Of theyr very own Inner Being
To find theyr Personal Sovereignty
Once this is found, rest assured the Path will not be easy
Kept with Perfect Love and Perfect Trust
We are assured it is our very selves 
That is our Guarantee
How one discovers or that which one follows
Is the personal choice we are given
To find our own way
Tis the Sun that Illuminates the Way
Tis the Moon that Hears the Call
Of our Hearts that wish to soar
Tis our Wings that come out at Night
Tis our Claws that we no longer wish to hide
Tis our Tears for something more
Tis our Laughter of the Inspired
Wayseers, Oracles, Dreamers and Dancers
Sword and Dagger
Orb and Cube
Tis the Circle that cuts the Square
Never to Conform, We are Forever Aware
Of Who and What we truly Are
That, my friends
Is Perfect Love and Perfect Trust
Personal Sovereignty, Exactly as We Are
Dragon Borne.
Such truly Beautyfull creatures and beasts
We All Are.
With Thanks we give to the Gods
With Respect we love the Gods 
With Thanks we give to the Goddess
With Respect we love the Goddess
With Thanks we give to each other
With Respect we allways help the other
One Love, One Life
We Are All As One
Merry we meet and Merry we leave
Forever our Life is a Blessed One indeed.
So Mote It Be.

The Battle and Life, Mastering the Path... }i{

The poorest of people, have the richest spirit
Why is that so that Faith alone 
Can feed the soul but not line pockets 
Equally with the same amount of gold
Forever to give to others and not one's self
Is the hardest Path to follow
Conform to the rules and dwell in the shadows
Break the rules, swim from the depths
Take a step out of the shallows
Before the ocean overwhelms 
To drown you in this Shallow
What if one cannot see what is before them
Fate is placed in another's hands
Living the Life that calls out for you 
Keeping afloat, perhaps the ocean is trying to drown you
Whatever can you do?
What will you do?
When you feel you can no longer survive
Sink or swim, drown or float
What if you have no lifeboat?
Nobody to help you and far too much 
Inside of you a storm gathers and swirls
You are the eddy, the whirlpool 
You have caused upon your Own
The lessons to learn are forever a constant
Round and round, around they all go
Always theyr for others, never for your selfe
What is this lesson and why does it not go?
I am strong, yet I am weak
I am noble, yet I am also lost
I am good, yet I am fallen
I have lost myselfe
While looking for some kind of Heaven
This is what happens when one
Takes a leap of Faith
Steps from the cliff and falls from the ledge
I drowned myselfe in the ocean
The waves returned me to the shore
But this shallow depths
Is the hardest one to stand I am sure.
In times of crisis and human needs
Always remember and forget not to Breathe
When night is hard and day the hardest
Still even so, Life is precious and Love abounds
One must look up and also down
Hold your head high and still be proud
Never forget, we all just try to do our best.

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Crimes and Misdemeanours of thee Heart }i{...

Patience is a virtue they say
Not bloody likely, retorts my reply
Be a very nice person I am told
Niceties are not for everyone, as I turn away
Do what I say and not what I do 
What I say is what I do, my more preferred way..
Expose my heart and burn my soul
Churn my insides, turned inside out
Dark my eyes and spark them up
Breathe my words...
Yours is Mine and Mine is Yours
Tear my heart into tiny little pieces
Ripped to shreds 
I feel so much better
Take my soul, open my mind
Enhance my spirit and make it mine
Face the wraith, a wrath exposed
Know your crime and fix your time
Bandage thee Heart back up again
A stitch in time completes the End
A twist to start it back up again
Like clockwork, ticketty tock
Tis your Heart that beats to the clock
What goes up must come down
So must what is down, again come back up
Mirrored within and mirrors without
Mouth speaks the Truth that the Eyes can See
Ears hear the sound that causes the soul to ache
Bones stilled under thy flesh
Bloodened paths of the ancestors behest
Oh how I cry, at the hidden request
Fairly certain, Farely working, Faery lurking
Tis the head and heartened pardon
The Finish... The Line... 
Towards the Unremarkable journey's End!

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Earth, once more... }i{

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

Faery History of the Pict-Sidhes, as found in faeryworld magazine. }i{...

'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.

Hidden Magick.
Theyr is a place in this worlde
Far away it can be heard
Calling you when the full moon glistens
A magickal land where faery's go
Only if you're lucky will they show
A worlde of magickal beings
Not for human beings
Unicorns, Dragons and Wytches fly
On theyr own magickal highs
Goblins in the dark hide
Lost from us in a worlde so wide
When the elves do come
To have theyr mischievous fun
When the faery's do fly
On moonbeams way up high
When the wytches do cast
Magick working to forever last
We can open up our ears to hear
Why it is us they really fear
Look when the moonlight glistens
When the time starts to quicken  
See the flickers in the sky
Open up to the worlde that hides
Maybe then they will let you see
Into the worlde you wish to be.

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

The void, the aeon, the flux... }i{

To fill the void of the creative urge
One must first disappear to the aethers
Succumb the depths and force 
This energy to rise back above
To live the art and become the heart
One must journey and walk the path
In honesty, we find value
In value, we find truth
To live your values and walk your truth
One must first find theyr truth
If it tis the journey you seek, but not the path
Does not matter, for it is still a craft
This crafted truth is your well-worn path
See how in the end, your way is always the correct path
Regardless who deems what may.
Live thy Life, it shall set you free 
In thee Truth, what you seek is
Duplicity, it tis always you and me..
Thus it ends what has begun
Blessfull tidings of tried and true
Visions alive, and dreams come true.
May we forever part and return
To always see another brighter day.
So Mote It Be. )O(....