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
Lyrics:
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)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6z-eyG8xVhk
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
(http://inspireddestiny.com/iwasborntobevictorious.html)
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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
Transformation
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 ~
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