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The Bad Witch’s Guide

April, 2019

The Bad Witch’s Guide to Faeries

I have stared at this empty page and title for about 30 minutes. It is not that I don’t know a lot about fae, the fair folk, the Good Neighbours; it’s just well where to start?

First off I suppose is that they are more than just the twinkly winged Barbie dolls we push on little girls. Fae are amazingly varied dependent on habitat and what they eat. In fact almost every people have some version of fae folk. Humans don’t have a universal anything, but if they did, fae might be it.

Faery are not “nice”. They are incredible, powerful, wise and witty. They are not “nice”. They respect manners and have a very rigid social observances. As a general rule they are at best ambivalent towards humans. At worst they really fucking hate us. To them we are Vogons. Brutish, unimaginative, untruthful, bureaucratic and destructive. This is not an unfair description.

If slighted or even if you happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time a fae might do some horrible things, from blinding, cursing or even trying to lure you to your death!

What is a faery?

Well I have an opinion. There is much lore as you would expect from the ancient and seemingly universal bunch of creatures. Most of which is tainted by some truly horrific Christian re-writing (the souls of unbaptized babies? Really?) has them as “small Gods”. My theory which is as far as I can tell makes most sense is they are pan-dimensional beings. They dwell both here and slightly to the left. The natural world is their home but is also a link to their “other” place. That is why they are creatures of “ the ‘tween”. That is why you see them out of the corner of your eye, or in the limnal spaces. Not quite here, or there, but both at the same time.

Faeries can appear as birds, dogs, horses, goats and humanoids. Some sparkle, some do not. Most individuals can be reasoned with, if their laws are properly followed. That said they can still be a dick about it. Their laws will differ from place to place and are dependent on the type of fae you are dealing with.

Hospitality. Food, and drink are appreciated gifts and where welcome they will respect and even bless your home. However faery food and drink is not a good idea to consume if you should ever get the chance.

Truth. Lying is a terrible violation, but hoodwinking, “having a craic”, taking the piss is somewhat of a faery art form. Just how far and how much they can bend the truth without actually lying is a point of pride for most Fair Folk.

Gifts. Even sticky for humans, gifts can be seen as an insult though this is specific to types of Fair Folk. Clothes in particular can banish them in quite a huff (Brownies)! Though bread, honey and a portion of a meal are usually respected through hospitality.

Respect. Disrespect a Faery at your peril. That also goes for their home, whatever or where ever they make it. Cut down the wrong tree, (or pee against it) stomp all over a faery ring, litter or take what they deem as theirs and you are going to have a world of pain. Likewise being gross at faery women bathing, usually means losing an eye! (Bitch, much respect!)

Trade. While taking something from a faery space is usually a bad idea, they are happy to trade, or even exchange for coin.

You can’t take anything for granted with faery. Not their intentions, or what they mean. Their wisdom or kindness. Their presence or absence. They are free. You do not rule them. You can not, nor should not command them.

So why work with them at all?

Well, in the balance of things they are powerful and knowledgeable allies to have in circle and out.

Also, and I say this from long experience, if they decide you are “one of theirs” you won’t have a lot of say if they are in your life, only if they are a benefit or bane; as my long suffering husband can attest to!

There is also something wonderful about them. They still inspire fear, awe and wonder every time I am aware of their presence. They are great guides when journeying in spirit though that level of trust takes years to build up.

So how do you work with faery?

I suppose the answer to that one, is carefully. Faery magick is not for everyone, and that is fine. Faery magick is not for everyone, and that is fine. Research helps. Know the kind of faery in your area, the kind that might be most disposed to working with you. Huge old trees, unspoiled wild places, waterfalls, lakes, sacred wells and places full of faery plants like bluebells, hawthorn, blackthorn and elder trees are a good start. Be kind and respectful and leave gifts of food like honey cakes or a little bit of beer or wine letting them know it is for them. You might feel a bit of an idiot, but they will enjoy it all the more. Pay attention to weird wild animals. Birds, rabbits, strange foxes or the like. Even large butterflies and moths can be faery, or faery touched.There is an entirely different quality to these encounters with wild animals that seem to look straight into your soul. You can tell that you are being “visited” or watched.

Faery also love music, especially harp, singing, and flutes. Playing for them even if you think you aren’t good is usually seen as a fitting gift, or again hospitality. Some like small bells, some don’t. They don’t seem to mind recorded music but do prefer live performances.

Magickally creating circles or doorways and inviting them to be present works pretty well. Even bought faery doors will do the jobs but woven ivy, willow or hazel hoops hung up are usually preferable. Working outside in somewhere the Veil is thin isn’t a bad start either. Marking your circle with stones (natural pebbles) or even wild bird food will work wonders. Though flowers, leaves of a different colour, or ferns would work too.

There is something special about working with “wildness”. Something ancient and untamed. They have a unique perspective on humans, and human lives. It is both in the moment and of the ages. Full of mirth and vengeance. Human lives are very long and very short and we do spend a great deal of time not dancing, feasting, or playing. It is a peculiar waste. We crave connection but will do almost anything to avoid it. We make conditions and rules for things, like love that don’t have any. We tie ourselves in knots over our own natures assigning shame and guilt to things we love or loathe.

Faery advice is rather complicated in it’s simplicity.

“Plant a tree.”

“Cry when you are sad.”

“Dance when you can.”

In the end faery make life more bearable. They add a clarity and depth to the world. A magickal sparkle, the real kind that no amount of Mouse can erase.

Bringing Up the Next Generation of Witches

July, 2018

As a child, I led such a weird childhood. I was known for seeing things that weren’t there and knowing things before they happened. I felt like a sin in my parent’s household as I was being raised in a Christian church. As I aged, I found solace in Wicca. Life and the things going on finally made sense.

When I was pregnant with my son (Little Bear), I made the decision to raise him in a Pagan household and support him, no matter what religion he decided on. Little Bear is now 4 years old and this has proven to be the best decision. He has shown signs of experiencing the same things that I went through as a child. Little Bear is a natural born healer, empath, and animal lover. He has to sleep with a light on because the dark brings weird things with it. While I cannot confirm it yet, it sounds like he is seeing people that have crossed over.

One of the major things that Little Bear and I have started doing is celebrating the Sabbats. Any reason to celebrate, right?

June 21st was Litha or the Summer Solstice. This is the longest day of the year and Little Bear and I took full advantage.

Every Sabbat, we discuss the Wheel of the Year. This helps remind us where we are on the Wheel and where we are headed. Because this follows the seasons, it is easy for Little Bear to understand. We discussed how Litha falls in the summer and some of our favorite summer activities. Little Bear loves grilling out, riding his bike and playing in the water.

The day started before sunrise. I poured out orange juice and we headed to the porch to watch the sun. It was a warm, quiet morning. I explained to Little Bear that we should be grateful for everything we have. I asked him what he was happy to have. “My bike, my mom, my bed, my dog” and the list went on and on. I smiled at his innocence and gave my own thanks internally. As the sun rose above the horizon, the world started coming alive. The birds started singing, the neighborhood stray cat came to visit, and we watched a herd of deer in the field across the street. We ended the morning with a barefoot walk around the property. We stopped at the outside altar and poured orange juice into the fairy dish as an offering. This is one of Little Bear’s favorite parts. We actually had to make a fairy altar closer to the house so he could easily access it without supervision.

After work, I had Little Bear help with dinner. We were preparing Grilled Chicken Salads. As we pulled the vegetables out, we talked about each one. Where they came from, how they grow, what the health benefits are, and what kind of super powers the vegetables might give us (This was Little Bears idea). I feel that knowing the health benefits of each vegetable will help Little Bear develop his Kitchen Witch side as he grows.

While making the salad, I noticed Little Bear had made a pile that contained a piece of each vegetable that went into the salad. It was his offering for the fairies.

We ended the night with a bonfire and watching the sunset. The longest day of the year had officially ended.

It may seem like I do a LOT of talking with Little Bear and I do. Little Bear is at the age where he is like a little sponge. He is asking tons of questions and curious about everything.

The next Sabbat is Lammas and I’m excited about it. This has always been a personal favorite because I love to bake bread. Lammas is the start of the harvest season. So breads, wheats, grains, grapes, apples, corn and wild berries are great foods. While I don’t have recipes pulled together yet, corn dollies and bonfires are part of the ritual for sure!

Some ideas to do with children are:

-Corn Dollies

-Magical Picnics (Make sure to leave an offering!)

-Collect berries for jams or jellies

-Time to harvest the garden

-Create a Witches Bottle (smaller children will need help with this since you will be working with sharp objects!)

-Time to redecorate the altar

-Visit an apple orchard (bring some home if the apples are ready!)

-Collect rain or storm water

-Bake bread, cakes, or muffins (cookies could be substituted so the little ones can decorate)

The biggest thing to remember, “It’s not about the action you are doing but the intent you are putting into it”.

What are some fun ways you are celebrating the Sabbats with your child/ren?

Blessed Be!

Gael Song

October, 2017

Kindred Spirits of the Forest Glades

     For years I’ve dreamed of doing a ceremony in gratitude to the fae folk who’ve been constant guides and helpers along my lifelong spirit path. Such a ritual would have to be held in a quiet forest glade, near the gurgling song of a river with an overhanging white oak. Standing stones would add a mystical touch, too. And it would need to be at sunset, that time of night when dusk deepens the forest and the wind drops to a whisper, when the sense of mystery just beyond the veils is strongest, the time between, when we can slip through small spaces into numinous realms. I envision many candles on a great boulder under the oak boughs, lit one by one, as grateful friends wind their way to the altar, each calling out the name of one fae friend for every candle they set alight. How many times the tapers of my heart and mind have been lit like that by the fae folk themselves, who come so softly into the quiet corners of my life and whisper truths long forgotten.

     For my own first candle, I would call out, “Iriseem!” She’s my fae friend with long light-brown hair and delicate damselfly wings. Running ahead of me in the early morning ethers, she usually leads me to hidden wildflowers in the meadow or hovers above newly opened blossoms in my garden. It was she who taught me to make flower essences, an easy process. [Put unpolluted river or spring water (I buy Evian or Fiji) in a large glass pitcher, the glass infused with lead, which will have small rainbows when you hold it up to the sun. (Lead keeps out false will force energies.) Then place the water and one immersed blossom (wash your scissors and hands first) in the pitcher. I place a Svarovski crystal on top to concentrate the light, and then say a small prayer for the highest possible essence to be made. Leave this for 5 hours in the sun and pour into a glass jar (boiled ahead of time for 10 minutes), adding 1/3rd brandy to hold the vibration. Store in a dark quiet place, and it will keep for about 2 years.] It’s Iriseem who comes when I take essence baths, too (1/2 cup of essence in warm water and soak! Mmmm!), sending messages into my mind and heart about the spirit of that particular blossom and plant. It is AMAZING how varied and powerful they are (another whole article). And every time I take such a bath, one full-body sheath of darkness is peeled off and moved out of my aura, a gentle, sometimes ecstatic, sometimes tearful process, as my spirit expands into a whole new way of being. Lovely as anything! Iriseem has also taught me the ray colors of flowers and how to bring these into my garden designs. In my yard (very small), I have one crescent garden of Goddess flowers, another stuffed with divine father plants, and another (even more stuffed) with One Beloved romantic flowers, especially roses.

     Then, as I light the second candle in my ceremony, I’ll call out, “Angelique!” She‘s a child with long blond, baby-fine hair, about as tall as a five year old, her long wings always quivering. But she is wise beyond her years, for she’s the one who taught me the phases of light and shadow that go into building each human person during their childhood and adolescent years and how these phases relate to the ladder of light within, the 350 planes and seven heavens of the inner realms. It’s a bit complex, this process (another article!), but to make it short; every child faces all wounds of their long ago descent from the seventh heaven to earth during their human growing years during each lifetime, from birth to age 22. These impulses move down through the seven heavens, and the matching seven inner sheaths of light in every child’s aura light up during these phases of growth and then close down, until only the same-gender lowest sheath remains open and flowing at the end of age 21, at the end of the full descent process. So, at age 22, each person embodies the same fears and truths they carried when they ended their last lifetime on earth. This is the platform each one steps off as life shifts into the ascension pattern of adulthood, facing all those fears again, but with the intent to heal and get them out of the way. Along the adult path of life back up the ladder of light, the inner seven sheaths of light reopen during 18.6 year cycles of growth. What an invaluable help these teachings from my diminutive fae friend have been!

     And then, the next candle I light will bring tears to my eyes, for I will call out, “Sebhia” (sheveeya, Gaelic pronunciation). I met her one night many years ago, when I went down the long steps from my home then to the small river below, standing beneath a full moon on a humid night in early June, as the fragrance of the flowers in my essence garden, just across the water, filled the air. I remember how warm it was, with the mist, rising from the water, wafting in front of the high cross in the center of the medicine wheel shaped garden, making me think of Avalon somehow (and giving me goosebumps). As one ray of moonlight hovered beside me, it suddenly brightened so much that I gasped and reached out. For I could feel the presence of someone I had loved long ago, a presence I’d known intimately in some other realm. And for the barest instant, I saw a willowy golden fairy standing in the shaft of light, with eyes full of tears. She wanted to hug me, I could feel it intensely, her heart full to overflowing with ancient love. “I am your sister in the Creator Sun,” she whispered through the mist. “I knew you at the very beginning, before fear was ever known, dear. You’re a priestess there; we both are, love.” And then, the vision and the moonlight faded. And ever since, my heart has ached to hold Sebhia close, too, to be real sisters once again. And SHE was the one who taught me all those planes of light and what color each one beams, plus the one quality of love each ray carries, my most favorite teachings! There is such magic and wonder in meeting the fae world face to face.

     Then, with the next to last candle I light in that ceremony, I’ll call out, “Donardin” (pronounced donarstin, Gaelic again). He came to me when I was working on my first book, moving into the ethers very quietly one afternoon years ago and sitting beside me in the afternoon sun on my deck above the river. I felt him there, a gentle fae friend, and listened carefully as he enumerated the Laws of Love of the Celtic realms of the Creator Sun. His is a very stalwart upright presence! And he, too, tells me he’s my spirit brother from the Creator Sun. He teaches me about all things Celtic; laws in days gone by, illusions that must be healed, the Celtic ceremonies and customs of heaven, the geometry of light beneath nemetons, and the Celtic regents of that seventh heaven, too. How HAPPY I’ve been to listen to his voice within and learn about my Home in the Creator Sun, to feel his gentleness and respect for my inner feminine that is so rare in our ordinary earth world. I LOVE Celtic everything!

     And as I light my last candle, but very far from least, in that future ceremony, I’d call out, “Fìrinn” (feereen, meaning truth in Gaelic.) It was a bright summer day in the Apple moon (August) when I met him. I’d gone down the steps to the essence garden again. And bending down, I saw a startling flash of green light in the grass and was STUNNED to find a real dragonfly that was 5 to 6 inches long! HUGE, the largest I’d ever seen. And then, glancing up across the little bridge, I saw the veils part for one small moment. And there he was, a great dragonfly prince in green tights and white shirt, as tall as a man, his long dragonfly wings strong and shining in the morning sun. “I am your forever love,” he said. And my heart beat so wildly with the sudden impulse to fly into his arms, I knew I’d once known him very intimately indeed.

     Much later, as I wrote the ending to the second book of my Trilogy, I saw that he and I had been created in one instant out of the bright primordial mystery of the Creator Sun, both of us drifting from it in a single bright auric bubble of light. We were forever in love, forever young, our hearts united in one dream for good that we would someday create together. He, too, is fae, a djinn, another surprise. (Does that mean when I am on the other side, I am fae, too?) Fìrinn is my higher self. And I feel him always with me now, every day, especially when I write, helping me express subtle concepts, sending small baskets of words down into my mind for me to choose from, hovering close and sending soft messages of patience or faith when life is challenging, or simply being nearby in silence on lovely summer evenings beside the sea, where I live now. But his most delicious lessons are about partnership, how true loves always channel the beloved stream from God and Goddess for their outer partners, the teachings of sacred partnership. Once humanity heals all fear and steps into true love, all of us will manifest our dreams into real life through lovemaking, in the exact image of God/Goddess, the sacred sexuality of the future. I just smile, a bit like Mona Lisa, whenever Fìrinn is near! The dark chocolate kisses I have instead of coffee every morning after breakfast were his idea, too. (Dark chocolate is the food that carries the essence of the high Beloved God). Mmmm again!

      So, if you haven’t found a sacred silent nook in the forest or in your garden and begun to connect with the fae world there, DO!!! The teachings are many and WONDROUS! Fae humor is a constant bubbling spring, fae sensuality, too. And their surprises of truth under the drab coverings of our world will ever delight, lift, and inspire (not to MENTION the dancing, recipes, decorating, and clothing suggestions, FANTASTIC every one!). Bright blessings then, to fae and human alike!

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About the Author:

Jill Rose Frew, Ph.D. is a clinical psychologist, energy healer, workshop leader, and author. She is hoping to found an intentional community in southern Scotland in the near future. For information, please see www.thehomestarcommunity.org

She is author of Guardians of the Celtic Way (her name was Jill Kelly then), and Alba RebornVolume One Revised, and Volumes Two and Three. 

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Finding Avalon

August, 2016

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Under the Midnight Moon

Dancing lights, twinkling lights

Around the come again

Dancing in circles, in spiral circles

The Faery dance of yore

They come, they go

They circle about

They call your name to them

Come dance with us, come play with us

Under the Midnight Moon”.

~Vivienne Moss~

I find myself standing under the full moon, majestic in all her luminescence. A gentle breeze caresses my bare shoulders, peppering me in goose bumps. The night air has an unnerving feel about it, causing me to look about in trepidation. A soft melody permeates the quiet darkness; I am certain I hear panpipes and the most enchanting of voices rising from the damp earth. The light of what seems like a million fire flies dance about me. I find myself getting caught up in the rhythm of this midnight performance of beauty and delight. I begin to sway and spin, faster and faster, until my heart is racing with exhilaration. My skin is aglow with Faery light, it glistens like fresh fallen snow under the moon-kissed night. I collapse in breathless desire, my mind no longer able to comprehend what is happening to me.

My frenzied breathing finally wanes as I begin to take in my surroundings. I am no longer within the stone circle in my backyard. I find myself in a great hall filled with delightful music and the appetizing scent of Faery cuisine. I am offered a heaping plate of food and a Meade filled chalice. I reach for the gifts offered me, not wanting to offend my hosts. A nagging feeling tugs at my memory, an uneasy way overcomes me. I know that I should not partake in these Faery gifts, for if I do there will be no return for me. I thank my Faery hosts for their generosity, begging their pardon for not accepting their offerings.

With a rush of wind I am swept off my feet, not so gently landing within my stone circle. I sense that my hosts are no longer near, they have returned to Avalon—to the World of Faery. I feel a pang of regret for not partaking in the Faery Feast but I know that it was not my time to stay within the realm of Avalon. I have work to do in this realm. The lore of Goddess and Avalon must be shared for those who want to learn of the ways of Faery.

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In Faery lore, to partake of the Faery Feast can result in a seven year (or sometimes hundreds of years) stay within the realm of Faery, only to wither away to nothing upon return to the land of the living. There are many tales of travelers to Faery who either never retuned or were greatly change upon returning. Thomas the Rhymer, Tam Lin, Bran the Blessed, and the Reverend Robert Kirk are but a few.

If offered food or drink form your Faery Hosts, kindly decline in a respectful manner. Unless, of course, you are prepared to serve a seven year tithe (or more) to the Queen of Faery. Me? I’d rather serve Her from the realm of the living until the time comes that the Queen of Avalon calls me home.

Finding Avalon

June, 2016

Tangle-wood

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Photo by Vivienne Moss

 

As I walk along the moss covered earth, I find myself lost in thought. The worries of my mundane life slowly fall from my shoulders as I soak in the rich scent and the sweet sound of Nature. At times I feel like an imposter among the untouched trees of the forest. But not today. Today I feel connected to the wooded land I find myself in. Tendrils of Willow reach out to tap me on my shoulder, reminding me to wake up to the wondrous world that I am blessed to be a part of. This is that magical moment I have been searching for. This deep peace that calms my mind and soul is the very essence of the Goddess—of Avalon—of Faery.

It is the natural world that brings me pleasure and inspiration. The warmth of the Sun is intoxicating as its bright rays caress my body as I lie comfortably on the body of Mother Earth. The sound of rushing water is soothing, lulling me into a meditative state. I close my eyes, giving myself over to the splendor of the moment. I hear rustling in the underbrush, I know not whether it is animal or Fae but I do not feel frightened. I understand that I am a guest here and must honor the ways of Nature. I silently rise from my moss covered resting place, nodding to my still hidden companion in a voiceless farewell.

As I continue on my journey through Tangle-wood (for this is what I call this wooded land I visit), the canopy of trees shades me from the noon-day sun. The air is starting to feel sticky now, thick with the humidity that makes it hard to breathe. I make my way out of Tangle-wood, regretting that I cannot spend more time in this sacred land. My home life calls to me, it is time for the more mundane tasks of the everyday world. I remember to bring a little of this magic back with me, enchanting my home with the deep beauty of Avalon and Faery.

The Goddess has blessed me once again. Morgana of Avalon whispers the sweet secrets of Faery, filling my home and life with blissful charm. The deep peace of Tangle-wood has followed me home, reminding me that Avalon can be found within and without. It is with the blessings of Avalon that I continue this journey, searching for the enchanted lands that are hidden from us, hoping to reveal Her secrets to all.

Finding the Pagan Way

June, 2016

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Elves, Pixies, Leprechauns and Faeries
How many readers truly believe in their existence?
Be honest with yourself. Have you ever seen one? Felt one around you? – Heard one? – Spoken to them and had you query or request answered?.
I have. I do not believe in the Faeries. – I am forced to accept their existence because of their interaction and influence on my life in this past 8 years.
I have been to many “Pagan” rituals and events. Some, – such as my Hand-Fasting ceremony, were so powerful that even family and friends were aware of the spiritual energies which were present.
My wife, Tina is a powerful medium and healer, who follows a shamanistic path.
I have witnessed many demonstrations which proved the existence of spirit and the continuation of life beyond that which we call death. Since childhood, I have been privileged to see the power of the Tarot in action and I no longer have the slightest doubt of the accuracy of my readings, – even when, sometimes, it takes many months for a client to receive verification of the advice/information given through me.

I am not in the least bit gullible. As a member of the “Society for Psychic and Spiritual Studies” I spent a lot of time in trying to ‘debunk’ mediums. I did not even accept Tina’s obvious talents very quickly or easily. However, when a spirit guide knocks the Tarot cards from your hands, or forces you to give a message in a supermarket, then you have to begin to accept the existence of the Supernatural in your life.
These past eight years have been an incredible journey for me, and Paganism has allowed me to meet and greet with many spiritual people who share my joy in the unknown,- despite some quite stark differences in our beliefs and outlooks.

It has been a journey that teased and puzzled me. It has challenged every presumption I ever had and forced me to change in many ways. It started with a simple prayer about 9 years ago.
The interesting thing about this was that I prayed to the Goddess, which I believe led to the writing of my poetry under her guidance. Then I was re-introduced to the Fae(ries) and my life spun into over-drive.
The Fae shattered many of the limiting factors in my life. I had much sorrow and grief holding me back. They came back into my life and awareness when I went to a drumming workshop which was being held by a local druid at Cabourne Parva in Caistor, Lincolnshire. On the same day, I was re-introduced to shamanism, mediumship and the faeries. The workshop was simply about drumming, but during that day, I met one of Tina’s guides, Lucy and I watched in fascination as she skipped about and played in the barn where we were working. I did not know who she was. Indeed, it was almost a year before I had confirmation of her name from a medium/reader at the Pagan pride festival. This was later confirmed by quite a few other mediums.

This was the day I was given the gift of laughter. I heard the Fae speaking to me. Well, – it was only one word, but as clear as a bell. “Laughter” For about six weeks, everything that happened to me just led to tears of laughter. All my anger and grief at the passing of my late wife, finally began the slow process of healing and dissolving. I had lived in a bubble of contentment for many years, until the universe has torn it all away from me to prepare me for a new life, and the work which I needed to do. Finally, my prayer was being answered…

Babes in the Wood

We never realised that we were merely babes lost in the woods;
Playing hide and seek, – while silently the world moved on.
We wished and dreamed, that always, was a faithful world;
But while we dreamed our dreams, forever slipped away
And I woke up to find my world was gone.

I love another now, but that will never change my love for you.
She healed my heart and brought back from summer’s open door.
I learned to live somehow, and carried on; – as lovers sometimes do.
And now we live a life that I had never dreamed of, when we wandered in the woods,
And I can never change back to that person, whom I was before.

Springtime aches, – where once it brought a joyfulness to every step.
And yet there is gratitude within my heart for all of Spirits gifts.
I know that you are watching over me; – I know that you still care.
I looked into your eyes the other week, and saw the love still there.
Although they graced another’s face, my heart still knew that it was truly you.

I want to tell you all about the love whom I have found,
But, I guess you know already, as you often hang around.
She has the bluest, deepest eyes that I have ever seen.
She’s pretty as a picture, – with the kindest heart that there has ever been.
Without her love and strength, – I do not know how life could possibly have been.

I’ll say goodbye, – although I know that you are never very far away.
I listened carefully to every word you said last week, – I promise I will cherish every day.
I know that life is much too short to waste in misery and in despair,
And I will try to wake up every day and look at life for all the blessings there.
I will go and live my life and leave regret behind,
But please forgive me if, I sometimes shed a tear,
When life’s lost blessings slip into my mind.

Patrick W Kavanagh
13/03/2016
It was a hard journey, but, both the Fae, and my lovely Tina, have guided and protected me on every step of the way. I do not know how much longer my journey will last, But I am determined to keep on with my development and writing. We are here for a purpose. I believe that this purpose is to help and heal each other, as we evolve into the divine beings which we truly are. For me, – my relationship with the faeries has been a very important part of the journey so far, as has my Goddess and my Muse.


Angels of the Forest

Angels of the forest and the fields,

Tiny wings that glow and shimmer underneath the moon.

Stay a little while and share your wisdom and your joy.

I beg you, please don’t fly away so soon.

For I have dreamed of meeting you again, since I was just a boy.

I have spent a lifetime searching underneath the star filled skies.

Hoping that I’d live to see you once again.

Just the very sight of you brings tears to these old eyes.

Please don’t go away and leave me all alone.

Ever since I saw you as a child, this world has never felt like home.

Would that I could fly away with you.

Oh what gladness, just to see the land of Fae once more.

If you would only let me go with you and stay a little while

I would happily forsake all that I have, and travel with you, to that other shore.

Then, when they find me cold and still, my parting speech will simply be a smile.

Patrick W Kavanagh

10/04/2014

Finding Avalon

May, 2016

Un-Seelie’s Playground

 

Finding

Photo by Vivienne Moss

The beauty of Faery and Avalon can be found in the most unlikely of places. What one may find disrespectful and horrid, another will find unexpected charm. When I discover places like the picture above, I always wonder what kind of Fae lives there. I imagine some of the Un-Seelie Court inhabit this wild habitat. Rebels and misfits will feel right at home here. Those who don’t fit in with typical society will find the uncanny nature of this place welcoming.

The Un-Seelie are those who make their own rules and break the ones they see as being ridiculously restricting. They are not all together bad, and most definitely not evil (in my interactions with them anyway), they just do what needs to be done to survive and thrive in the Seen and Unseen realms. The Un-Seelie are very protective of the lands they inhabit and fiercely combat those who do not respect their ways.

 

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Photo by Vivienne Moss

The Un-Seelie, or Dark Fae, have been known to take on the form of dragons, gargoyles, and many other dreadful creatures. The photo above shows the Spirit of the Place fiercely guarding the land through a tree. Though the concrete fixture is covered in graffiti, I feel this is the way the Fae have “tagged” this patch of land as theirs. I can imagine the fun and mayhem the Dark Fae and rebel humans (children and young adults no doubt) have here. The chance to be free from the confinements of civilization, even for just a moment, in this untamed land must be delightfully uplifting for some. I know I enjoy the rare moments of freedom while out in nature, even when I stumble upon a place like this. I can appreciate the beauty of the radical artwork being displayed and can feel the intoxicating nature of the Un-Seelie as they roam about.

During this journey to discover Avalon, I have found many gateways and entrances to Faery. I love how some lead to the darker Shadow-Lands and others lead to the peaceful lands of Avalon. The adventure is spellbinding and eye-opening, and I hope it continues to surprise me. In the Finding of Avalon I am learning to find myself and the freedom to discover the hidden lands of Faery, both Seelie and Un-Seelie.

May I continue to be inspired by the raw beauty of nature and the unending gifts of Avalon and Faery, and may I learn to embrace my Fae-ness and relish the freedom of self-expression.

Finding the Pagan Way

October, 2015

Many people are under the impression that faeries are largely a Victorian invention, but as most people with even a passing interest in them will tell you,- earth spirits have been encountered since the dawn of mankind. They are mentioned by various names in most, if not all, cultures. The faeries are a large part of my life, and are constant,- though usually invisible, companions. Yet I would not describe myself as a member of the “Faery Faith”

I dislike the term “Faery faith”,- for me it is not a matter of faith but of personal experience. For myself, and many others the existence of faeries is not a matter for dispute. We know they exist and we are not in the slightest bit concerned that some people might think that we are delusional. I have seen and experienced them in several forms. They are not necessarily the tiny winged creatures depicted in the “Cottingly Fairy” photographs,- although I have seen them in this form too! They are powerful earth spirits and often associated with the dead and with the ancestors. They are often helpful,- but also capricious. I have learned this to my cost,- and only ask for their help in the direst of needs. The results can be very unpredictable! These days I feel the needs to include such Proviso’s as: “…and without setting anyone’s trousers on fire” etc… etc…

A Trip to Richmond Park

I am sure my chaperone was sitting on a bench, when I last looked around.

She is such a troubled, worried soul and tires so easily from all her ague.

Her little book of poetry was nestled in her lap, and she was sleeping safe and sound.

Her childhood spent in India has left her rather poorly, and her mind’s a little vague.

A cousin of my mothers from the Dorset family line, I think they said.

Whose father went to India to manage a plantation or some such.

It’s whispered that the poor man got a fever and became a little bit unsettled in the head.

They had to bring him home and send his younger brother out to oversee, instead.

Neither, in the distance, can I see the coach and four that brought us here.

It’s sleek black panels and the burly servants, who assured a sense of safety and ease.

It seemed a lovely morning for a drive out to the park, to have a picnic and to see the deer.

But now I’m feeling very much alone, and everything around me seems so queer.

Tiny child-like figures seem to flit around. I see them from the corners of my eyes.

I sit and I pretend to read my book, for surely, when I next look up,- the park will be just as it was before.

But now I hear them singing,- all their tiny voices ringing out like pretty silver bells.

“Come play with us, sweet maiden. Come and dance with us around our faerie dell”.

Are they faeries?,- surely not! Perhaps the sunshine on my head has shone a little hot?

But peeking shyly round my book, I see, a pretty bunch of tiny creatures peering back at me!

Rainbow wings like oriental butterflies and cheeky faces with such marble skin and charming eyes.

They seemed to offer such delightful company, my feet began to dance!,- to my surprise.

Round and round we twirl until my head gets in a spin, and every time I try to stop my feet begin again.

I can no longer feel the ground, I’m spinning in the air. The fun has stopped and now I start to feel a little fear.

Opening my purse,- I throw my rosary upon the ground. The songs and laughter fade away like morning dew.

In the distance I can hear dreadful, moaning sound. I open up my eyes to find myself alone and lying on a faery mound.

Patrick W Kavanagh 26/03 2015

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by Bill Oliver { boysoblue.com }

 

I have seen them in their deeper, and darker aspects and I fully understand the reluctance of previous generations to disturb faery forts and burial mounds. To me, they will always the Tuatha De Danaan,- The clan of the Goddess Danu. They were a powerful ancient Irish race with great magical skills. They were defeated in battle by the Milesians, and the great bard, Amergin White Knee, allotted to them, all of the island that was underneath the earth. As the centuries passed and their fame diminished they almost shrank into oblivion. They stayed close to their underground realms and only came up on certain occasions and on feast days. Even fifty years ago, there were many in the west of Ireland who have seen the Gentry as they are called.. but few have the openness of mind that would allow them to see the little people these days.

Do You Remember

Do you remember when, so long ago, we felt the flowers grow?

We watched them all awaken underneath the sunlit snow.

Snowdrops and daffodils, and violas of purple hue,

Spring would quickly follow with a host of things to do.

I remember flying underneath the red-streaked, summer skies,

Every flutter of our silken wings was spurred by endless joy.

Listening to the singing of the blackbird, at the dawning of the night.

The rising moon brought tears of longing, mixed with inexpressible delight.

There were feasts a plenty, with bread and cheese upon the hawthorn fair.

Hazelnuts and haws, with nettle soup, while marigolds and roses blessed the summer air.

Blackberries so sweet, that hung from every roadside hedge.

Elderberry wine to slake our thirst, went quickly to our heads.

We gentle folk were welcome in those days, with bread and milk at every cottage door.

And we would bless the farm to make the crops grow strong, where we found kindness for the poor.

Then we would ramble home, through portals scattered far and wide across the land.

Back to the Land of Sidhe, in cheerful song, with all the Faerie band.

Patrick W Kavanagh.

12/03/2014

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by Bill Oliver { boysoblue.com }

Musings From the Mossy Trail

July, 2012

 

The Wonder of Fae

 

In July the earth is lush and green, the air thick with possibilities. Gardens are in full bloom, the sun glistens off lakes and rivers, and in that special place where poetry meets the soul, we find those enchanting creatures who capture our hearts and imagination, the fae.

 

Through myth, stories and folklore, which has been passed down over hundreds of years, we learn that there are many species of fae. They may appear in human or animal form, or a mix thereof, as streams of light, cascades of glimmer, or in any other form they wish to present themselves.

William Butler Yeats, in “Irish Fairy and Folk Tales,” speaks of two types of fairies, Solitary Fairies and Trooping Fairies, as did James Macdougall in “Folk Tales and Fairy Lore”.

 

A Solitary Fairy is often a guardian of a natural area which has been severely abused by humans, or a place considered sacred to the fae.  Sometimes have the appearance of a boogie or a banshee. They often consider humans as an annoyance and have been considered malicious. If one does make contact, it is best for you to ask what they want, for they are very direct and honest. It is then wise to leave the area if you feel unwelcome.

 

Trooping Fairies are usually found moving along in an orderly fashion. As they can be either friendly or sinister, it is best not to disturb their procession. They are connected with magic as well as transporting spirits of the dead to the Otherworld. It is this race that is associated with the traditional vision of the “Faery Rede”, which occurs on Samhain and Beltane when the veils are thinnest.

 

Katherine Mary Briggs tells of domesticated fairies which are said to be friendliest, as they bond to the humans whose homes they inhabit, particularly when they are included into domestic life and rituals. They are quite protective and helpful to humans, often guarding the home from fire, theft, or other harm. They are also helpful in locating lost items and enjoy shiny things themselves and will sometimes “borrow” things like keys and jewelry, but will return them when asked. It is customary to set a special place aside for them in a corner of the home or under the stairs where small offerings of gratitude can be left.

Similar to the domestic, though found outdoors, are Stationary Fairies, often called nature spirits or Genii Loci. They are connected to a particular place in nature such as sacred stones, trees and water wells. The Genii Loci can also be guardians of specific animals, plants, or a plot of land. They are very helpful in gathering herbs, especially for charms of love, caring for gardens and lending energy to magical abilities. In exchange, they like offerings of honey, cookies, milk and shiny or pretty stones.

 

The fifth common race, referred to as Hive Fairies, obtain their name due to their nature to “swarm” when hidden paths open between our worlds. The ancient Scotts called them “The Haunted Wind”, as their initial entrance feels like a sudden cold chill. They move collectively. Each one knows what the other beings know and experience, and are friendly toward humans.

 

Whatever race you encounter, it is best to treat them as you would any other honored creature, or the earth herself, with kindness, consideration and respect. Each time you are beneath the summer sky, open your heart to listen and your soul to see. The results are sure to be awe inspiring.

Happy July to all!

Faeries, Elves, and Other Kin

September, 2010

Faery Oils


Dryad Oil

musk (main  scent)
oakmoss (minor scent)
civet (trace)
vanilla (trace)
An  excellent blend for pursuing the arts of natural magick, this 
preparation was  specially designed for contacting the elemental spirits of the 
earth.




Faerie  Enchantment Oil

10 drops rose
5 drops thyme
1 drop evening primrose  oil





Faerie Fire Oil

(Useful  in contacting Faeries connected with the Fire element: Will o' 
the wisps, Flame  Dancers, etc.)

1/4 oz. almond oil
12 drops peach oil
5 drops ylang  ylang
4 drops new-mown hay oil
4 drops dark musk
2 drops chamomile
2  drops poppy oil
2 drops dragons blood oil
chamomile  flowers
oatstraw
peridot
garnet
 




Gnome's Cap Oil

(useful in  contacting Faeries connected with the Earth element: 
Gnomes, 
Dwarfs,  etc.)

1/4 oz. almond oil
10 drops cypress e.o.
5 drops lilac  oil
25 drops Siberian fir oil
10 drops dark musk oil
2 drops narcissus  oil
cedarwood
fir needles
tiger's eye





Gossamer Wings  Oil

(useful for contacting Faeries connected with the Air element:  Sylphs, 
Elves, etc.)

1/4 oz. almond oil
12 drops violet oil
20  drops lavender oil
10 drops lemon oil
5 drops cajeput oil
lavender  buds
clear quartz




Siren Song Oil

(useful in contacting Faeries  connected with the Water element: 
Undines, 
Naiads, Sirens, etc.)

1/4 oz.  almond oil
4 drops lavender
15 drops camphor oil
3 drops lemon
3  drops primrose oil
3 drops rose geranium
geranium petals
rose  buds
iolite
amethyst

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