Saturday, October 3, 2009

Renunion of Fae Souls Celebration

It is joyful, it is freedom, we fly high above our secret castle in the sky that is above even the earth bounds ~

How lucky we are ~ we have called for a meeting of all the Fae Souls in joyful gathering to put forth our plans ~
Treats will be served and much festivity will take place amongst lotus and rose petals that took flight as well ~ come come join us !

Listen to the gentle sounds caress your Souls ~

Friday, October 2, 2009

Healing Harmonies

And we Thank the Great Spirits that our gentle but strong properties are once again restored.

This is a gentle chant that we use ~ notice the healing waters that are intented with great love.

Song: Peyote Healing by Robbie Robertson

Wani wachiyelo Ate omakiyayo (Father help me I want to live)
Wani wachiyelo Ate omakiyayo (Father help me I want to live)
Wani wachiyelo Ate omakiyayo (Father help me I want to live)

Atay nimichikun (Father you have done this)
Oshiya chichiyelo (Humbly have pity on me)

Wani wachiyelo Atay omakiyayo (Father help me I want to live)
Wani wachiyelo Atay omakiyayo (Father help me I want to live)
Wani wachiyelo Atay (Father I want to live)

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

The Chrysalis Experience

So as you may see although us butterflies look the ultimate of perfection and beauty which of course we are: we had to earn this and very often in a very hard way.

Whether we are bound to Fae or Fae bound to us the lessons are just the same but those human kind, well, they often overlook the fact that the simplest of things have a great deal of work beneath the surface.

It all depends on how the humankind see or for the most part do not.
They just seem to take so much for granted.

I Was Born To Be Victorious

By Clyde E. Gumbs

I was born to be victorious

That is the birthright offered me

But when deep in life’s illusions

That is not what I could see

I was born for wondrous purpose

Inspiring to both great and small

But I lacked crucial awareness

To see what now is clear to all

For so long it seemed so hopeless

No matter what I’d do or say

I was a soul lost in the wilderness

Without hope I’d ever find my way

In the depths of deep confusion

Acting out insanity

At odds with all I’d ever dreamt of

At odds with my own destiny

I was a fraud and an impostor

That is what I had thought of me

So undeserving and unworthy

Is all I thought that I could be

I didn’t strain and sweat and struggle

As the worthy always do I said

Therefore my gifts and genius had no value

At least not to me within my head

So much failure and disappointment

Scattered all across my path

Shame, guilt, despair and resignation

All of life’s humiliating wrath

But I could never truly be defeated

The Angels always stood with me

No matter how far I’d ever fallen

After every time you’d still see me

I was born to be victorious

That is what I was born to be

After I surrendered all the pretense

A vision was all that I could see

A world of only those inspired

Inspiring others constantly

Passionately living lives of purpose

Each fulfilling their own destiny

An instrumentality of purpose

That is what I was born to be

A demonstration of the vision

That is what is really me

I am exultant and inspired

To be what I was born to be

I was born to be victorious

I was born merely to be me

The Miraculous Fulfillment of Potential


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Saturday, September 26, 2009

Dust in the Wind

Sometimes, us Fae.........well when we get a little
earth bound or man made bound or spend too much time in what humans call a civilized world.

And....well we loose some of our special inherent qualities like our wings might fail to thrive.......a sure sign something is wrong.

Humans get all sorts of funny things they go and make a fuss about but our kind well if you knew us you would know.

We start to take on other forms, animals might like to creep into skin and take on a life of their own, our flaxen hair might even start to look like a beautiful red fox's coat.

Its a funny experience to experience and not bad once in a while because it reminds us of who we truly are and where we come from and where we must go back to.

So in this going back process ~ another tansformation ~ we have to silently sip nectar from honeysuckle and just await our fragile wing growth before we can take flight again.

While we do this we dwell a little on our lessons learned.
Humans call it a Karmic thing.

We have a lovely song to the dist in the wind brings us to soothe us while we wait.
I have even heard some human ears have heard this angelic voice too.

If you come across it in your dreams or travels be sure to take note that something is about to happen in your life ~ for the wind is a messenger of all kinds ~

I close my eyes
only for a moment
and the moment's gone
all my dreams
pass before my eyes a curiosity
dust in the wind
all we are is dust in the wind

Same old song
just a drop of water
in the endless sea
all we do
crumbles to the ground
though we refuse to see
dust in the wind
all we are is dust in the wind

Now, don't hang on
nothing last forever
but the earth and sky
it slips away

And all your money
won't another minute buy

Dust in the wind
all we are is dust in the wind
dust in the wind
everything is dust in the wind

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Woods and Snow

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

Monday, September 14, 2009

Karmic Footprints

Treat the earth well:
It was not given to you by your parents; it was loaned to you by your children.
We do not inherit the Earth from our Ancestors; we borrow it from our Children.
Native American Wisdom
~ taken from youtube.


And so it was the beautiful soul whose life was trapped by a mirror became renewed;

She was no longer held prisoner to it or four walls but could fly over the land she loved and longed to be part of ~

Free, in fresh air and unhurt.

All her sadness slipped away during her transition as she was granted a new winged life of love and freedom she had never experienced before.

And perhaps so it is with us; As there is death in life so there is life is death.

No endings only renewed beginnings ~