{"id":15536,"date":"2017-10-01T01:10:02","date_gmt":"2017-10-01T06:10:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/paganpages.org\/content\/?p=15934"},"modified":"2017-12-31T20:04:04","modified_gmt":"2018-01-01T01:04:04","slug":"gael-song-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/2017\/10\/01\/gael-song-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Gael Song"},"content":{"rendered":"

Kindred Spirits of the Forest Glades<\/b><\/u><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0For years I\u2019ve dreamed of doing a ceremony in gratitude to the fae folk who\u2019ve 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.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0For my own first candle, I would call out, \u201cIriseem!\u201d She\u2019s 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<\/sup> brandy to hold the vibration. Store in a dark quiet place, and it will keep for about 2 years.] It\u2019s 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.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Then, as I light the second candle in my ceremony, I\u2019ll call out, \u201cAngelique!\u201d She\u2018s 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\u2019s 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\u2019s 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\u2019s 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!<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0And then, the next candle I light will bring tears to my eyes, for I will call out, \u201cSebhia\u201d (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\u2019d 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. \u201cI am your sister in the Creator Sun,\u201d she whispered through the mist. \u201cI knew you at the very beginning, before fear was ever known, dear. You\u2019re a priestess there; we both are, love.\u201d 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.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Then, with the next to last candle I light in that ceremony, I\u2019ll call out, \u201cDonardin\u201d (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\u2019s 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\u2019ve 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!<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0And as I light my last candle, but very far from least, in that future ceremony, I\u2019d call out, \u201cF\u00ecrinn\u201d (feereen, meaning truth in Gaelic.) It was a bright summer day in the Apple moon (August) when I met him. I\u2019d 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\u2019d 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. \u201cI am your forever love,\u201d he said. And my heart beat so wildly with the sudden impulse to fly into his arms, I knew I\u2019d once known him very intimately indeed.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Much 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?) F\u00ecrinn 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 F\u00ecrinn 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!<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/a>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0So, if you haven\u2019t 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!<\/span><\/p>\n

**<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

About the Author:<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Jill Rose Frew, Ph.D.<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong>\u00a0<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span>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\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span>www.thehomestarcommunity.org<\/a><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

She is author of\u00a0<\/span>Guardians of the Celtic Way<\/u><\/span>\u00a0(her name was Jill Kelly then), and\u00a0<\/span>Alba Reborn<\/u><\/span>,\u00a0<\/span>Volume One Revised<\/u><\/span>,<\/span> and<\/span>\u00a0<\/u><\/span>Volumes Two and Three.<\/u>\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

For Amazon Information Click on Images<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Kindred Spirits of the Forest Glades \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0For years I\u2019ve dreamed of doing a ceremony in gratitude to the fae folk who\u2019ve 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. \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0For my own first candle, I would call out, \u201cIriseem!\u201d She\u2019s 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\u2019s 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. \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Then, as I light the second candle in my ceremony, I\u2019ll call out, \u201cAngelique!\u201d She\u2018s 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\u2019s 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\u2019s 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\u2019s 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! \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0And then, the next candle I light will bring tears to my eyes, for I will call out, \u201cSebhia\u201d (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\u2019d 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. \u201cI am your sister in the Creator Sun,\u201d she whispered through the mist. \u201cI knew you at the very beginning, before fear was ever known, dear. You\u2019re a priestess there; we both are, love.\u201d 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. \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Then, with the next to last candle I light in that ceremony, I\u2019ll call out, \u201cDonardin\u201d (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\u2019s 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\u2019ve 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! \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0And as I light my last candle, but very far from least, in that future ceremony, I\u2019d call out, \u201cF\u00ecrinn\u201d (feereen, meaning truth in Gaelic.) It was a bright summer day in the Apple moon (August) when I met him. I\u2019d 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\u2019d 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. \u201cI am your forever love,\u201d he said. And my heart beat so wildly with the sudden impulse to fly into his arms, I knew I\u2019d once known him very intimately indeed. \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Much 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?) F\u00ecrinn 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 F\u00ecrinn 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! \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0So, if you haven\u2019t 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! ** About the Author: Jill Rose Frew, Ph.D.\u00a0is 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\u00a0www.thehomestarcommunity.org She is author of\u00a0Guardians of the Celtic Way\u00a0(her name was Jill Kelly then), and\u00a0Alba Reborn,\u00a0Volume One Revised, and\u00a0Volumes Two and Three.\u00a0 For Amazon Information Click on Images        <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":236,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"iawp_total_views":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-15536","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15536","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/236"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=15536"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15536\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15536"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15536"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15536"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}