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...

Thursday, May 23, 2013

Truth You Speak...


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.

Monday, April 8, 2013

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


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.




Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Dreaming of Ra.

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!

Saturday, February 23, 2013

The Unfinished Business...

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!

Thursday, January 31, 2013

Truth...


 
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?

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Destiny...)O(

*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.
 

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Helping to Feed the Hungry...

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 12th 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.~