VOTE! 2011 IMBOLC/LUGHNASADH PROSE
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VOTE! 2011 IMBOLC/LUGHNASADH PROSE
by Earthwoman » 28 Dec 2010, 11:13
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Re: 2011 IMBOLC/LUGHNASADH PROSE ENTRIES
by Frog » 06 Jan 2011, 12:33
The Quiet Silence
(I wondered what it might be to feel reincarnated and yet know a previous existence. This came from that thought)
I hate this quiet. No, hate is too strong a word. This silence is too inconvenient. Yes, that’s it – inconvenient. It’s dark, it’s cold, it’s wet and frankly I don’t like it at all. I have no idea where I am or how I got here – actually, I have no idea what I am either and that doesn’t help. Am I supposed to be here – or somewhere else? There are no books, no guides – and no MP3 music “Druidcast” to help me while my time away here.
And yet – and yet I know that I’m supposed to do something. There’s an urge within me to uncurl myself, break from this safe cocoon and start to go somewhere. I can feel that the direction above me – let’s call it up – may be a good direction to head. Urgh! Oh, I seem to have split the case – I hope that wasn’t important as I have no idea where the receipt is, or how to take it back.
I curl, I push – I remember the January Sales and the pushing to get to the bargains, I can remember that and this isn’t unlike it! I’m pushing slowly, but forcefully to the top and …. Air! I can see light, I can see the world! I can… hey wait, that was enough I don’t need to go any further…
But I continue to push, and as I reach towards the bright light I feel myself uncurl slowly, surely. And then I realise where I am, the majesty of the world around me. I raise my head to see the world, and then I bow humbly before it and wait to see what’s next.
The first Snowdrop of the New Year.
(I wondered what it might be to feel reincarnated and yet know a previous existence. This came from that thought)
I hate this quiet. No, hate is too strong a word. This silence is too inconvenient. Yes, that’s it – inconvenient. It’s dark, it’s cold, it’s wet and frankly I don’t like it at all. I have no idea where I am or how I got here – actually, I have no idea what I am either and that doesn’t help. Am I supposed to be here – or somewhere else? There are no books, no guides – and no MP3 music “Druidcast” to help me while my time away here.
And yet – and yet I know that I’m supposed to do something. There’s an urge within me to uncurl myself, break from this safe cocoon and start to go somewhere. I can feel that the direction above me – let’s call it up – may be a good direction to head. Urgh! Oh, I seem to have split the case – I hope that wasn’t important as I have no idea where the receipt is, or how to take it back.
I curl, I push – I remember the January Sales and the pushing to get to the bargains, I can remember that and this isn’t unlike it! I’m pushing slowly, but forcefully to the top and …. Air! I can see light, I can see the world! I can… hey wait, that was enough I don’t need to go any further…
But I continue to push, and as I reach towards the bright light I feel myself uncurl slowly, surely. And then I realise where I am, the majesty of the world around me. I raise my head to see the world, and then I bow humbly before it and wait to see what’s next.
The first Snowdrop of the New Year.
"Don't look to the end of the rainbow for the pot of gold; it's already under your feet"
Enjoy this life. It would be a shame if we looked forward to the next, only to find we forgot the one before.
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Enjoy this life. It would be a shame if we looked forward to the next, only to find we forgot the one before.
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Re: 2011 IMBOLC/LUGHNASADH PROSE ENTRIES
by wyeuro » 10 Jan 2011, 02:06
the cloak
with a whoop of joy, moondragon snapped the last thread, plunged the needle with its remnant of thread into the pincushion along with the last of the pins and stood up, flinging the finished cloak into the air like a roustie throwing a fleece, so that it spread itself in the air and fell to the floor almost fully expanded, exhibiting its intricacies and subtleties to full view. she swept away the wrinkles and stood, arms akimbo, smiling widely, waiting for praise.
well, there was no denying its richness of shape and texture and colour. pieces of all shapes and sizes had been painstakingly hand-stitched together to create the thing. there was no counting them – it could only have been a few hundred, but they were arranged so seemingly haphazardly, with the colours so screaming at each other, the shapes jagged and chunky like shards of something shattered, forming such weird twists and turns, spiralling inwards like a staircase here, and juddering off into crazy visual cacophonies over there, each strenuous writhe of shape and shade vying with the others for focus and form. but could you call it beautiful? but then, as its maker had said, aesthetics weren’t the point so much, although once you understood the functionality, the beauty of the metaphysics became apparent, and you’d look upon it with the eyes of love and see at last its adorableness.
janvas was willing enough to take her word for that. he was wiccan enough to know not to enquire too deeply into another path’s mysteries if you’re only casually interested. he kept a respectful distance and circled it slowly, his hands spread palms out before him for protection. it was a jumbled tumble of shattered patterns of glow and glitter, smooth shine and texture, and among the melee of mostly deep, jewel colours there was a lot of black, silver and gold. light flashed and sparkled from strings of diamantes, beads glinted and glimmered and mother of pearl glowed mysteriously, tiny skulls grinned and goggled and doodahs and geegaws dazzled and danced amid the glancing glitter of tiny mirrors stitched in firmly with gold threads and hair-thin silver wires. in the slow shift of light as janvas circled, symbols and signs, zodiacs strange and wild, chimeras and serpents and magical devices of all kinds seemed to appear slowly, blaze brightly for a moment and then vanish gently in the general dazzle.
seemingly haphazard, yes, but replete with a kind of keen cunning, of purposeful attention to detail, of magical savvy - supplied by the needle, at least in part, because moondragon had enchanted it and charmed it, and invoked its dreaming soul; and if the darned thing has winked a lot, is winking, will be winking, will have been winking, and wills to be winking still, in candlelight and firelight and oil lamplight and firefly light and daylight and electric light and by the light of the seeing fingers of those who’ve sewn on into the dark of night, and of the memories of blind seamsters, over so many generations that its sense of humour can scarcely be doubted, so too did moondragon’s. for it’s true, even the well-defended janvas suddenly caught himself viewing this newborn cloak through the magic needle’s eye. he shook it away with a laugh. such are the hazards of having a druid wife.
he said cautiously at last, ‘good needlework,’ and so it was, nine stitches to the inch, three good tight little stitches one on top of the other at the start and finish of every thread. every seam straight as a die. best work she’d ever done. he was still regarding it critically, a strange smile on his lips, so she waited to hear more. eagerly, gazing attentively into his face so as not to miss a single nuance of his reaction, which is why she saw the ever so slight startle that was almost a twitch although he remained expressionless, perhaps his muscular tension increased a little, and his hand slowly rose to stroke his beard. she saw him shift the focus his gaze, soften the energy of the radiance of his eyes, soft-gaze for a moment and then bow his head ever so slightly, and though she couldn’t now see them, she guessed he was in conversation with the elves who had helped her with the design.
she was not wrong. there were three, the tallest a little man about nine or ten inches high, thinnish, bearded, not yet middle-aged, wearing a tall hat and a soft dark cloak which sometimes lapped open a little to reveal much bright clothing underneath, and high boots much wrinkled at the ankles and buckled over the instep. he had nodded and smiled and presented the tallish elf woman who was on his left, who wore a skirt of busy patchwork almost as vibrant and glitzy as moondragon’s and a dark cloak that covered her arms to the elbows. she waved a huge needle, the size of the one moondragon had used, trailing several times her own length of thread thick as a rope at him. that was where moondragon had seen janvas smile. she danced excitedly around a two foot section of the hem of the cloak, pointing out the superlative features with the tip of her needle, the acmes and epitomes, fancy tricks and natty exquisitudes, so pleased and proud it was bursting out of her in gloriously radiant smiles and giggles of glad mirth. the third was to the right, and presumably too doubled up with the excitement of it all to be included in the introductions, rolling about on his back on the cloak’s broad hem, waving feet and fists in the air, pounding the ground now and then, shaking and rocking and rolling about with tears of laughter streaming from his eyes. he was smaller, and so perhaps younger than the other two and the thought occurred to janvas that that elf was probably best ignored. the tallest elf’s eyes flickered briefly towards him, the least hint of amused irony in them, and janvar nodded again, and even forgot himself so far as to smile back. the merest glimmer of a smile it was, but moondragon saw it and smiled too.
‘very nice,’ he said, pulling himself back to his own centre of self with an effort, because the elves’ enchantments are seductive, and anyway, he wanted to see more. ‘put it on.’
‘i will,’ said moondragon, swooping forward and snatching it up. ‘i’m going to the lugnasadh festival in the hills grove this evening. oops, i’m running late. gunna do big magic for planet earth, you know, the way we do. kiss me, my love. i must fly.’
in a single movement she landed a kiss on janvar’s lips and, flinging the cloak over her shoulders, spun off into a wild pirouette. the cloak, a-jangle with its bells and beads, flew out in a full circle around her like saturn’s rings and then as she stopped, it speedily wrapped her in many tightening spirals like tentacles, and POOOF! she vanished.
and how she flew, and how she flew, and the elves flew with her, clinging to the fringes of her cloak . . .
with a whoop of joy, moondragon snapped the last thread, plunged the needle with its remnant of thread into the pincushion along with the last of the pins and stood up, flinging the finished cloak into the air like a roustie throwing a fleece, so that it spread itself in the air and fell to the floor almost fully expanded, exhibiting its intricacies and subtleties to full view. she swept away the wrinkles and stood, arms akimbo, smiling widely, waiting for praise.
well, there was no denying its richness of shape and texture and colour. pieces of all shapes and sizes had been painstakingly hand-stitched together to create the thing. there was no counting them – it could only have been a few hundred, but they were arranged so seemingly haphazardly, with the colours so screaming at each other, the shapes jagged and chunky like shards of something shattered, forming such weird twists and turns, spiralling inwards like a staircase here, and juddering off into crazy visual cacophonies over there, each strenuous writhe of shape and shade vying with the others for focus and form. but could you call it beautiful? but then, as its maker had said, aesthetics weren’t the point so much, although once you understood the functionality, the beauty of the metaphysics became apparent, and you’d look upon it with the eyes of love and see at last its adorableness.
janvas was willing enough to take her word for that. he was wiccan enough to know not to enquire too deeply into another path’s mysteries if you’re only casually interested. he kept a respectful distance and circled it slowly, his hands spread palms out before him for protection. it was a jumbled tumble of shattered patterns of glow and glitter, smooth shine and texture, and among the melee of mostly deep, jewel colours there was a lot of black, silver and gold. light flashed and sparkled from strings of diamantes, beads glinted and glimmered and mother of pearl glowed mysteriously, tiny skulls grinned and goggled and doodahs and geegaws dazzled and danced amid the glancing glitter of tiny mirrors stitched in firmly with gold threads and hair-thin silver wires. in the slow shift of light as janvas circled, symbols and signs, zodiacs strange and wild, chimeras and serpents and magical devices of all kinds seemed to appear slowly, blaze brightly for a moment and then vanish gently in the general dazzle.
seemingly haphazard, yes, but replete with a kind of keen cunning, of purposeful attention to detail, of magical savvy - supplied by the needle, at least in part, because moondragon had enchanted it and charmed it, and invoked its dreaming soul; and if the darned thing has winked a lot, is winking, will be winking, will have been winking, and wills to be winking still, in candlelight and firelight and oil lamplight and firefly light and daylight and electric light and by the light of the seeing fingers of those who’ve sewn on into the dark of night, and of the memories of blind seamsters, over so many generations that its sense of humour can scarcely be doubted, so too did moondragon’s. for it’s true, even the well-defended janvas suddenly caught himself viewing this newborn cloak through the magic needle’s eye. he shook it away with a laugh. such are the hazards of having a druid wife.
he said cautiously at last, ‘good needlework,’ and so it was, nine stitches to the inch, three good tight little stitches one on top of the other at the start and finish of every thread. every seam straight as a die. best work she’d ever done. he was still regarding it critically, a strange smile on his lips, so she waited to hear more. eagerly, gazing attentively into his face so as not to miss a single nuance of his reaction, which is why she saw the ever so slight startle that was almost a twitch although he remained expressionless, perhaps his muscular tension increased a little, and his hand slowly rose to stroke his beard. she saw him shift the focus his gaze, soften the energy of the radiance of his eyes, soft-gaze for a moment and then bow his head ever so slightly, and though she couldn’t now see them, she guessed he was in conversation with the elves who had helped her with the design.
she was not wrong. there were three, the tallest a little man about nine or ten inches high, thinnish, bearded, not yet middle-aged, wearing a tall hat and a soft dark cloak which sometimes lapped open a little to reveal much bright clothing underneath, and high boots much wrinkled at the ankles and buckled over the instep. he had nodded and smiled and presented the tallish elf woman who was on his left, who wore a skirt of busy patchwork almost as vibrant and glitzy as moondragon’s and a dark cloak that covered her arms to the elbows. she waved a huge needle, the size of the one moondragon had used, trailing several times her own length of thread thick as a rope at him. that was where moondragon had seen janvas smile. she danced excitedly around a two foot section of the hem of the cloak, pointing out the superlative features with the tip of her needle, the acmes and epitomes, fancy tricks and natty exquisitudes, so pleased and proud it was bursting out of her in gloriously radiant smiles and giggles of glad mirth. the third was to the right, and presumably too doubled up with the excitement of it all to be included in the introductions, rolling about on his back on the cloak’s broad hem, waving feet and fists in the air, pounding the ground now and then, shaking and rocking and rolling about with tears of laughter streaming from his eyes. he was smaller, and so perhaps younger than the other two and the thought occurred to janvas that that elf was probably best ignored. the tallest elf’s eyes flickered briefly towards him, the least hint of amused irony in them, and janvar nodded again, and even forgot himself so far as to smile back. the merest glimmer of a smile it was, but moondragon saw it and smiled too.
‘very nice,’ he said, pulling himself back to his own centre of self with an effort, because the elves’ enchantments are seductive, and anyway, he wanted to see more. ‘put it on.’
‘i will,’ said moondragon, swooping forward and snatching it up. ‘i’m going to the lugnasadh festival in the hills grove this evening. oops, i’m running late. gunna do big magic for planet earth, you know, the way we do. kiss me, my love. i must fly.’
in a single movement she landed a kiss on janvar’s lips and, flinging the cloak over her shoulders, spun off into a wild pirouette. the cloak, a-jangle with its bells and beads, flew out in a full circle around her like saturn’s rings and then as she stopped, it speedily wrapped her in many tightening spirals like tentacles, and POOOF! she vanished.
and how she flew, and how she flew, and the elves flew with her, clinging to the fringes of her cloak . . .
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Re: 2011 IMBOLC/LUGHNASADH PROSE ENTRIES
by Mellinda » 16 Jan 2011, 02:41
THE TREE
The tree stands alone in the middle of the field, it’s been there since time began so the legend goes. The farmer grumbles at the tree and raises his fist as he dose every year, dam tree I will have to plough around you again as every year.
Tomorrow I will cut you down and be done with you. The trees leaves rustle in the wind and the branches sway.
“Be a pity to cut the tree down don’t you think.” Who said that the farmer shouts, “Show yourself. ” The farmer
turns around and then he sees the man standing behind him at the back of the plough, a man he’s never seen before.
The farmer notices that the man is strangely dressed all in green. He’s wearing a dark green jacket and light green trousers and on his head a round hat with leaves on the top.
“Who are you and what are you doing in my field” the man looks at the farmer. “So this is your field,” and he gives the farmer a bow.
“Yes and my father and his father before him, for as long as I can remember and it will be my sons after me.” The man looks at the tree, “so this tree has grown here all that time and no ones cut it down before.” The man sits down on a root that is growing out of the tree above the ground. The farmer climbs down from his plough, “ there is a silly folk legend,” but I don’t believe in such silly notions.
The man reaches into his jacket and takes out a pie. “A legend,” he says as he takes a knife out of his pocket and cuts the pie in half. “So pray tell me of this legend” the man smiles at the farmer and asks as he offers the farmer half of the pie.
The farmer is hungry as he’s been working in the field since sunrise and hasn’t had time for breakfast yet so he except the offer.
“ Thank you,” as he sits down beside the man in green and takes a big bite out of the pie, he’s never tasted such a pie after every bit he feels full of energy, “this pie its so good”? The man looks at the farmer and just smiles.
The man asks again about the legend, “apparently the tree has a spirit guardian that protects it that’s all I know”.
The man reaches out and touches the old tree trunk, the farmer continues talking “ haven’t really taken any notice or listened to the storeys just a silly myth past on from one generation to the next.” The man in green is still touching the tree trunk, “this tree looks very old, do you know how old it is.” The farmer looks at the tree trunk now he’s never really done that before, it has lots of old scars and crags, “no and I don’t really care.”
The farmer stands up and gives the tree a kick, “the tree is coming down tomorrow and that will be the end of all the silly stories”.
The farmer looks at his watch “Well good bye and thank you for the pie.” The man in green now stops rubbing the old tree trunk and looks at the farmer. “Glad you liked it I will be passing here again tomorrow so I will see you, unless you change your mind about cutting the tree down.” The farmer shakes his head “no It’s had its last day” he climbs up on to the plough waves bye and drives back to the farmyard, “then I’ll see you tomorrow” the man in green says as he walks behind the tree.
Ring Ring Ring the alarm goes of its 3 am, the farmer gets up dresses and goes down stairs by the back door is the axe, he sharpened last night ready to cut the tree down today. He makes his way over the field to the tree in the middle, as he approaches he see the man leaning on the tree trunk. “Good morning such a lovely day”, the man says, “is that the axe to cut the tree down”? The farmer nods “I sharpened it last night, it wont take me long to cut it down.”
The man moves away from the tree, “are you really going to cut it down no way I can change your mind?” The man looks at the tree then back at the farmer, “no just keep out of my way or you may get struck by my axe.”
The farmer walks to the tree and makes a mark on the tree for the axe to hit then he raises the axe and takes a swing at the tree, the tree shudders under the blow which takes out a chunk of bark. The man in green turns red just for a moment the farmer hasn’t notice as he raising the axe for another swing at the tree.
The man in green puts his hand on the farmers shoulder, “have you eaten yet” he asks the farmer, “no not yet,” replied the farmer as he lowers the axe. “Then have some of my pie the tree can wait for now I made it just for you.”
The farmer puts down the axe and takes the pie, it smells so good he takes a big bite then another. The man just watches as he eats all the pie. “How was it” the man asks the farmer smiles, “so good, every bite has a different taste, pork, beef, chicken I could eat more. ” The man offers him his half “Then have my half too, I’m not hungry.”
The farmer eats every crumb, “thank you I feel so full of life.” The man in green speaks “You still have time to change your mind do you really need to cut the tree down,” the man waits for a reply but the farmer doesn’t answer he just picks up the axe, then he raises it up and strikes the tree.
As he strikes the tree, the man speaks “that was the second blow to the tree.” The farmer looks at the man “yes and now its going to be three,” as the axe hits the tree a cry is heard from the farmer mouth AAAAAhh……….hwe. The farmer tries to run but he is rooted to the spot, the axe is wrenched out of his hands by the big root of the tree and thrown far away.
“You really should have listened to the legend” the man in green says, the farmer can only look on as the root rises up and entwines around his legs and lifts him off the ground. The farmer shouts help me to the man in green. The man in green looks up, “you hurt yourself, I can not help you. “The farmer sobs “how did I?” The man replies, “ with every blow you struck to the tree was to yourself, as this is the tree of life.”
Then at this the tree root rises up and then plunges down deep into the earth with the farmer tightly in its grasp and disappears. The man in green looks down at the ground with a sad look on his face, “they never listen” then he turns and walks into the tree.
Legend of the tree
I am the tree of life my time is endless
I have no beginning and I have no end
Standing here in this field there is only one of me
Beware all that try to destroy me, for I am all Life
Green is the man that my spirit lives in
Twice I will give you pardon
Twice you can walk away
Twice I will give you life
But Heed this warning
Thrice you will end your life
By L F Tallis (Mellinda)
15.02.11
The tree stands alone in the middle of the field, it’s been there since time began so the legend goes. The farmer grumbles at the tree and raises his fist as he dose every year, dam tree I will have to plough around you again as every year.
Tomorrow I will cut you down and be done with you. The trees leaves rustle in the wind and the branches sway.
“Be a pity to cut the tree down don’t you think.” Who said that the farmer shouts, “Show yourself. ” The farmer
turns around and then he sees the man standing behind him at the back of the plough, a man he’s never seen before.
The farmer notices that the man is strangely dressed all in green. He’s wearing a dark green jacket and light green trousers and on his head a round hat with leaves on the top.
“Who are you and what are you doing in my field” the man looks at the farmer. “So this is your field,” and he gives the farmer a bow.
“Yes and my father and his father before him, for as long as I can remember and it will be my sons after me.” The man looks at the tree, “so this tree has grown here all that time and no ones cut it down before.” The man sits down on a root that is growing out of the tree above the ground. The farmer climbs down from his plough, “ there is a silly folk legend,” but I don’t believe in such silly notions.
The man reaches into his jacket and takes out a pie. “A legend,” he says as he takes a knife out of his pocket and cuts the pie in half. “So pray tell me of this legend” the man smiles at the farmer and asks as he offers the farmer half of the pie.
The farmer is hungry as he’s been working in the field since sunrise and hasn’t had time for breakfast yet so he except the offer.
“ Thank you,” as he sits down beside the man in green and takes a big bite out of the pie, he’s never tasted such a pie after every bit he feels full of energy, “this pie its so good”? The man looks at the farmer and just smiles.
The man asks again about the legend, “apparently the tree has a spirit guardian that protects it that’s all I know”.
The man reaches out and touches the old tree trunk, the farmer continues talking “ haven’t really taken any notice or listened to the storeys just a silly myth past on from one generation to the next.” The man in green is still touching the tree trunk, “this tree looks very old, do you know how old it is.” The farmer looks at the tree trunk now he’s never really done that before, it has lots of old scars and crags, “no and I don’t really care.”
The farmer stands up and gives the tree a kick, “the tree is coming down tomorrow and that will be the end of all the silly stories”.
The farmer looks at his watch “Well good bye and thank you for the pie.” The man in green now stops rubbing the old tree trunk and looks at the farmer. “Glad you liked it I will be passing here again tomorrow so I will see you, unless you change your mind about cutting the tree down.” The farmer shakes his head “no It’s had its last day” he climbs up on to the plough waves bye and drives back to the farmyard, “then I’ll see you tomorrow” the man in green says as he walks behind the tree.
Ring Ring Ring the alarm goes of its 3 am, the farmer gets up dresses and goes down stairs by the back door is the axe, he sharpened last night ready to cut the tree down today. He makes his way over the field to the tree in the middle, as he approaches he see the man leaning on the tree trunk. “Good morning such a lovely day”, the man says, “is that the axe to cut the tree down”? The farmer nods “I sharpened it last night, it wont take me long to cut it down.”
The man moves away from the tree, “are you really going to cut it down no way I can change your mind?” The man looks at the tree then back at the farmer, “no just keep out of my way or you may get struck by my axe.”
The farmer walks to the tree and makes a mark on the tree for the axe to hit then he raises the axe and takes a swing at the tree, the tree shudders under the blow which takes out a chunk of bark. The man in green turns red just for a moment the farmer hasn’t notice as he raising the axe for another swing at the tree.
The man in green puts his hand on the farmers shoulder, “have you eaten yet” he asks the farmer, “no not yet,” replied the farmer as he lowers the axe. “Then have some of my pie the tree can wait for now I made it just for you.”
The farmer puts down the axe and takes the pie, it smells so good he takes a big bite then another. The man just watches as he eats all the pie. “How was it” the man asks the farmer smiles, “so good, every bite has a different taste, pork, beef, chicken I could eat more. ” The man offers him his half “Then have my half too, I’m not hungry.”
The farmer eats every crumb, “thank you I feel so full of life.” The man in green speaks “You still have time to change your mind do you really need to cut the tree down,” the man waits for a reply but the farmer doesn’t answer he just picks up the axe, then he raises it up and strikes the tree.
As he strikes the tree, the man speaks “that was the second blow to the tree.” The farmer looks at the man “yes and now its going to be three,” as the axe hits the tree a cry is heard from the farmer mouth AAAAAhh……….hwe. The farmer tries to run but he is rooted to the spot, the axe is wrenched out of his hands by the big root of the tree and thrown far away.
“You really should have listened to the legend” the man in green says, the farmer can only look on as the root rises up and entwines around his legs and lifts him off the ground. The farmer shouts help me to the man in green. The man in green looks up, “you hurt yourself, I can not help you. “The farmer sobs “how did I?” The man replies, “ with every blow you struck to the tree was to yourself, as this is the tree of life.”
Then at this the tree root rises up and then plunges down deep into the earth with the farmer tightly in its grasp and disappears. The man in green looks down at the ground with a sad look on his face, “they never listen” then he turns and walks into the tree.
Legend of the tree
I am the tree of life my time is endless
I have no beginning and I have no end
Standing here in this field there is only one of me
Beware all that try to destroy me, for I am all Life
Green is the man that my spirit lives in
Twice I will give you pardon
Twice you can walk away
Twice I will give you life
But Heed this warning
Thrice you will end your life
By L F Tallis (Mellinda)
15.02.11
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Re: 2011 IMBOLC/LUGHNASADH PROSE ENTRIES
by Templetree » 22 Jan 2011, 00:13
The Flower of Life.
The flower of life's only strength is in it's openess, its total vulnerability, femininity & sensitivity. Within a state of such complete, peaceful, hoping trust, is the secret to Great Civilisation, for any man can overpower & force a flower to do his will if he so wills(but if he takes her against her will, pulls her, tries to control her with his mind, gets angry, (all of which hurts, the Goddess then has to heal before being able to help more), then he wont ever have her for real & those who fight for the flower of life will fight him to protect their lives, which The Goddess gives), to the flower there is no contest between the power of a man & flower, the man wins outright by principle of Chivalry(common sense).... if a man wills a flower to be strong, then the flower may lean herself towards him, to give herself to him, if she so chooses & how she so chooses, The Goddess is resplendant with gifts & loves to give, enjoys to give & give & give to those who love her. So the flower has to be open, vulnerable, sensitive & full of light, always giving, receiving, growing, healing, living in hope of being able to nourish the spirits of the seekers of the light throughout infinity. The flower has to stay open with love, (not become hardened & closed with fear, although samsara seeking help unconsciously hurt the flower with demands if the flower is left to be disrespected by the ignorant, the flower is strong & soon grows back stronger & multiplies), the flower of life feels so much intensely terrible pain from being unappreciated & disrespected, surely this is enough to make the ill feel compassion & look to behold the glory of life. The flower of life, being so open, feeling so intensely, when appreciated, is open enough to be a portalway to the Heavens, through being hardy & resolute to grow & heal & live. The flower of life, just is, through infinity, everpresent, always there to give love, always there to be cherished & guarded with the might of Heaven, for the flower of life holds the secret to eternal life, it is the great elixir, the alchemist, the catalyst to turn fear into love, sand into gold, ignorance into light, pain into healing bliss. At the heart of the flower of life dances The Goddess, so tiny, so easily squashed, so full of love. He who is one(God) who makes offerings to The Goddesses will, wills love & strength into the heart of the flower of life, wills the will of the heart of The Goddess to feel safe & strong & alive, wills The Goddesses will to be strong so The Goddess can make the right choices in her' own sacred will, to guide the flower of life, will be empowered by The Goddess to bring Heaven to Earth, to feel bliss forever, Nirvana.
Caroline.G.Mulcahy. (when I say fight, I mean Vairochana Buddha cuts away ignorance with the diamond sword of truth & light, fighting with light:). xxxxx)
The Celtic Cross.
The Celtic Cross, represents positivity, light, life, love & balance. The Four Cardinal Directions are shown, aswell as the four elements, with love in the centre. The circle with the dot in the middle, is a symbol for life, the spark of enlightenment, surrounded by the circle of healing of The Flower of Life. The Celtic knots show how the whole is connected through The Tree of Life. This protective symbol shields The Flower of Life with the might of Heaven. The Celtic healing spirals around the edge, protect The Flower of Life aswell. The Triple Goddess Spiral, shows The Goddess dancing in the centre of the flower of life, charging The Celtic Cross with life. The Celtic Cross is a much loved symbol by The Temple of The Celts.
C.G.M.R.M.
The Temple to The Triple Goddess.
The Temple To The Triple Goddess is within our hearts. It is in nourishing the will of The Triple Goddess, that brings us the empowerment to bring Heaven to earth. We will The Will of The Triple Goddess to be strong & The Goddess wills The Might of The Green Man to be strong, as The Green Man wills The Triple Goddess to be strong, thus making the spiral of eight, infinity, constant mutual giving & receiving. Heaven.
The Celtic Torque.
The Celtic Torque exists to protect the sacred will of The Triple Goddess, so The Triple Goddess may protect & guide all Celts, in balance with the love of The Green Man.
"Dear Your Majesty Queen Elizabeth II,
Please can I have The Throne after You? Id be ever so good, I promise I would. We d have so much fun bringing Heaven to Earth!......"
Lots of Love to You All:),
Caroline Mulcahy. (Templetree)
The flower of life's only strength is in it's openess, its total vulnerability, femininity & sensitivity. Within a state of such complete, peaceful, hoping trust, is the secret to Great Civilisation, for any man can overpower & force a flower to do his will if he so wills(but if he takes her against her will, pulls her, tries to control her with his mind, gets angry, (all of which hurts, the Goddess then has to heal before being able to help more), then he wont ever have her for real & those who fight for the flower of life will fight him to protect their lives, which The Goddess gives), to the flower there is no contest between the power of a man & flower, the man wins outright by principle of Chivalry(common sense).... if a man wills a flower to be strong, then the flower may lean herself towards him, to give herself to him, if she so chooses & how she so chooses, The Goddess is resplendant with gifts & loves to give, enjoys to give & give & give to those who love her. So the flower has to be open, vulnerable, sensitive & full of light, always giving, receiving, growing, healing, living in hope of being able to nourish the spirits of the seekers of the light throughout infinity. The flower has to stay open with love, (not become hardened & closed with fear, although samsara seeking help unconsciously hurt the flower with demands if the flower is left to be disrespected by the ignorant, the flower is strong & soon grows back stronger & multiplies), the flower of life feels so much intensely terrible pain from being unappreciated & disrespected, surely this is enough to make the ill feel compassion & look to behold the glory of life. The flower of life, being so open, feeling so intensely, when appreciated, is open enough to be a portalway to the Heavens, through being hardy & resolute to grow & heal & live. The flower of life, just is, through infinity, everpresent, always there to give love, always there to be cherished & guarded with the might of Heaven, for the flower of life holds the secret to eternal life, it is the great elixir, the alchemist, the catalyst to turn fear into love, sand into gold, ignorance into light, pain into healing bliss. At the heart of the flower of life dances The Goddess, so tiny, so easily squashed, so full of love. He who is one(God) who makes offerings to The Goddesses will, wills love & strength into the heart of the flower of life, wills the will of the heart of The Goddess to feel safe & strong & alive, wills The Goddesses will to be strong so The Goddess can make the right choices in her' own sacred will, to guide the flower of life, will be empowered by The Goddess to bring Heaven to Earth, to feel bliss forever, Nirvana.
Caroline.G.Mulcahy. (when I say fight, I mean Vairochana Buddha cuts away ignorance with the diamond sword of truth & light, fighting with light:). xxxxx)
The Celtic Cross.
The Celtic Cross, represents positivity, light, life, love & balance. The Four Cardinal Directions are shown, aswell as the four elements, with love in the centre. The circle with the dot in the middle, is a symbol for life, the spark of enlightenment, surrounded by the circle of healing of The Flower of Life. The Celtic knots show how the whole is connected through The Tree of Life. This protective symbol shields The Flower of Life with the might of Heaven. The Celtic healing spirals around the edge, protect The Flower of Life aswell. The Triple Goddess Spiral, shows The Goddess dancing in the centre of the flower of life, charging The Celtic Cross with life. The Celtic Cross is a much loved symbol by The Temple of The Celts.
C.G.M.R.M.
The Temple to The Triple Goddess.
The Temple To The Triple Goddess is within our hearts. It is in nourishing the will of The Triple Goddess, that brings us the empowerment to bring Heaven to earth. We will The Will of The Triple Goddess to be strong & The Goddess wills The Might of The Green Man to be strong, as The Green Man wills The Triple Goddess to be strong, thus making the spiral of eight, infinity, constant mutual giving & receiving. Heaven.
The Celtic Torque.
The Celtic Torque exists to protect the sacred will of The Triple Goddess, so The Triple Goddess may protect & guide all Celts, in balance with the love of The Green Man.
"Dear Your Majesty Queen Elizabeth II,
Please can I have The Throne after You? Id be ever so good, I promise I would. We d have so much fun bringing Heaven to Earth!......"
Lots of Love to You All:),
Caroline Mulcahy. (Templetree)
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Re: 2011 IMBOLC/LUGHNASADH PROSE ENTRIES
by Crimson Stormfire » 24 Jan 2011, 03:56
"The sunken valley"
storms raged over the blackened mountains, as the trees, naked and bare before their might, bent to the screaming winds.
The river, swollen to bursting, swept along over and through the sunken meadow.
All life in the valley weathered the storm with equal hardships and equal fear and respect.
months of ice and snow.
Cold bleak iron grey skies for weeks.
Then one day the sun returned, and found the trees smiling and reaching to embrace its warmth, with new buds and sprouting leaves,
The sun dappled ground of the sunken meadow was becoming green with new life and fresh vigor.
Songs of grasshoppers and crickets, joined with the soft voice of the now calm river. The breeze greeted the meadow with a
sigh and joke that shook the jolly trees with gusty laughter. And the farie folk riding in the furs of the great wolves as hares arrived in the valley to celebrate this day of lugh. The witches and druids would be arriving soon to join the feast and celebration, in the land between the veils a storm had raged and cleansed the space for the coming morn.
A reminderthat evening in the tranquil states there oft is a dark cloud that must be weathered, with patience perseverance and
understanding that this too has its place and purpose. the sun lit the trees of the meadow in such a way they appeared
wrapped in fire, as the winds played amongst their branches. all in the meadow laughed and enjoyed the company, and when
the witches and druids arrived the fairy folk, the animals of the forest, the spirits of place, the trees, the rocks , the
waters, the very air greeted them with smiles and open arms,
"welcome home our kin to the sunken valley, where the spirits are high with love and the sun is bright, on this, imbolc
we welcome you home" And they celebrated long and feasted much as the sun set and the moon rose, casting her loving silver
lighted smile over them all. long into the night they feasted, and round the fires of brigid told legends and sang songs of great magic and swords, of battle and honor. of life and love, of humor and sadness.
storms raged over the blackened mountains, as the trees, naked and bare before their might, bent to the screaming winds.
The river, swollen to bursting, swept along over and through the sunken meadow.
All life in the valley weathered the storm with equal hardships and equal fear and respect.
months of ice and snow.
Cold bleak iron grey skies for weeks.
Then one day the sun returned, and found the trees smiling and reaching to embrace its warmth, with new buds and sprouting leaves,
The sun dappled ground of the sunken meadow was becoming green with new life and fresh vigor.
Songs of grasshoppers and crickets, joined with the soft voice of the now calm river. The breeze greeted the meadow with a
sigh and joke that shook the jolly trees with gusty laughter. And the farie folk riding in the furs of the great wolves as hares arrived in the valley to celebrate this day of lugh. The witches and druids would be arriving soon to join the feast and celebration, in the land between the veils a storm had raged and cleansed the space for the coming morn.
A reminderthat evening in the tranquil states there oft is a dark cloud that must be weathered, with patience perseverance and
understanding that this too has its place and purpose. the sun lit the trees of the meadow in such a way they appeared
wrapped in fire, as the winds played amongst their branches. all in the meadow laughed and enjoyed the company, and when
the witches and druids arrived the fairy folk, the animals of the forest, the spirits of place, the trees, the rocks , the
waters, the very air greeted them with smiles and open arms,
"welcome home our kin to the sunken valley, where the spirits are high with love and the sun is bright, on this, imbolc
we welcome you home" And they celebrated long and feasted much as the sun set and the moon rose, casting her loving silver
lighted smile over them all. long into the night they feasted, and round the fires of brigid told legends and sang songs of great magic and swords, of battle and honor. of life and love, of humor and sadness.
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Re: 2011 IMBOLC/LUGHNASADH PROSE ENTRIES
by Templetree » 24 Jan 2011, 04:28
Just wrote this to a female who prays to Jesus for things & doesnt think he needs any help!!!
The Centre of Christianity is focused on willing the will of Jesus to be strong, so Jesus can be saved by all, so Jesus can save all. Its the principle of the matter that counts, in Heaven we feed each other, so Jesus can only be centred to regain consciousness, from such hellish suffering for humankind, if the people stop demanding of him & start offering to him instead! Then will Heaven reign on Earth. Common sense. I rule.
& howabout all The ladies offer up prayer of Goodwill to Mary Magdelene Tiuareg (me) & all The Gentlemen offer up prayer of goodwill to Jesus, so my better half Jesus can focus on me & I can focus on Jesus, then we can have some sensitive decorum & decency, Spiritual good manners, where we re both actually enabled to come together, cos the World isnt tearing us apart with pull downs, demands & torture for me & pull downs, demands & torture for him (all the pleads & cries for help are a great strain to just one couple trying to do so much.) Then Jesus&I together(as always in Spirit), as The Divine Couple, will be able to get some serious work done on bringing Heaven to Earth. Need a Saviour, we will pray for you to find your other half. Thats all Im doing, is trying to save my other half, for my own sake, cos hes gone through absolute hell. Its quite a chonk to be me in all fairness. Im just speaking my truth, its a free World.
Now hands orf my man, youve been an uncivilized, thoughtless, selfish lady, (with the best intentions) try thinking deeply about your own partner & allow my partner to come to me!!!!!!
Hadnt thought of that had you. Jesus is a real man, so why do you focus all your attentions on my man, when you should be focusing your attentions on offering up to me, as a lady should? Pah
Think on it. Christianity is all a matter of interpretation & the people who crucified my man rewrote The Bible to suit their torturous needs, think about that, you obviously havent had time to think about it very deeply, now I advise you do, for everyones good I know plenty of people who are very devout Christians who have a lot more true understanding than you. Now learn please, for your own good. Do you want to meet your soulmate? Then get your hands off my man & wisen up. Common sense speaks volumes.
How DARE you insinuate that Im less important than my other half, we re The Divine Couple & are a unit as one, united in Spirit, have you no understanding at all? Have you no belief in your own true love?
Ever wonder why I was called a whore? To torture me by bringing about bad mantras(prayer verses) to my name, so bringing torture towards me to keep me down, stopping the good work Id done as a free rights feminist back then coming into light in a mans world. You need to do some more studying to call yourself a Christian.
May the truth set you free. (youve been torturing yourself by not thinking straight) now SEE , I love you, Im the one you need, not him, he s mine.
With Lots of love,
Caroline. xxxxx
I have more than belief, I have actual knowledge, that may be difficult for you to comprehend in this day & age, because in this day & age some people have no faith that we are here, as expected. Now are you our friend or not? Do you wish to tear us apart or allow us to be together in peace? Then step onto my side!!!!! you could at least give me some support in getting my man. Youre naturally a very kind spirit, so hopefully you will see the truth of the matter, you have been very foolish & I dont suffer fools gladly. I attempt to lift you up to the skies by presenting you with the tools to your liberation. You have not known me for long, there are many who have known me well for a long time, so dont think Im without support.
Do you really think I would have left my other half on the cross to die? No way, We legged it. Fact. the people who crucified my better half wrote that he died on the cross to save everyone, to prolong his suffering (repeated oh Jesus you died on the cross for all our sins is a very harmful mantra(prayer verse), think of the law of attraction, think of something and it appears, its the secret to good life if you understand that positively) because they were the ones who were against him, they were the ones who crucified him & you know its the truth because its a fact! an undeniable fact, now wake up & smell the coffee dear ........! The new testament has been mishapened, massive very important documents left out, whole truths made up, like eat the body of Christ, drink the blood of Christ, saying Jesus said to do so, which he wouldnt, Jesus loves himself so much, he wouldnt say that, he needs his own flesh & blood, I offer prayer to Jesus so he may have strength in his own flesh & blood, with his own family, my own family, our dear family..........they tried with every sick twisted intellectual law of attraction understanding effort to destroy us, eat at our flesh, drain our blood & pull our family apart, so we would be weak, all so the populace would stay under control of the ignorant fools who crucified him, you have been missing out on much of the truth. So many people are so gullible, its such a mission for us to make everyone see!!!! I can enlighten you.......
The Flower of Life (Mary Magdelenes Wisdom, my wisdom, left out of the bible of course, so would continue to be a male dominated society)
The flower of life's only strength is in it's openess, its total vulnerability, femininity & sensitivity. Within a state of such complete, peaceful, hoping trust, is the secret to Great Civilisation, for any man can overpower & force a flower to do his will if he so wills(but if he takes her against her will, pulls her, tries to control her with his mind, gets angry, (all of which hurts, the Goddess then has to heal before being able to help more), then he wont ever have her for real & those who fight for the flower of life will fight him to protect their lives, which The Goddess gives), to the flower there is no contest between the power of a man & flower, the man wins outright by principle of Chivalry(common sense).... if a man wills a flower to be strong, then the flower may lean herself towards him, to give herself to him, if she so chooses & how she so chooses, The Goddess is resplendant with gifts & loves to give, enjoys to give & give & give to those who love her. So the flower has to be open, vulnerable, sensitive & full of light, always giving, receiving, growing, healing, living in hope of being able to nourish the spirits of the seekers of the light throughout infinity. The flower has to stay open with love, (not become hardened & closed with fear, although samsara seeking help unconsciously hurt the flower with demands if the flower is left to be disrespected by the ignorant, the flower is strong & soon grows back stronger & multiplies), the flower of life feels so much intensely terrible pain from being unappreciated & disrespected, surely this is enough to make the ill feel compassion & look to behold the glory of life. The flower of life, being so open, feeling so intensely, when appreciated, is open enough to be a portalway to the Heavens, through being hardy & resolute to grow & heal & live. The flower of life, just is, through infinity, everpresent, always there to give love, always there to be cherished & guarded with the might of Heaven, for the flower of life holds the secret to eternal life, it is the great elixir, the alchemist, the catalyst to turn fear into love, sand into gold, ignorance into light, pain into healing bliss. At the heart of the flower of life dances The Goddess, so tiny, so easily squashed, so full of love. He who is one(God) who makes offerings to The Goddesses will, wills love & strength into the heart of the flower of life, wills the will of the heart of The Goddess to feel safe & strong & alive, wills The Goddesses will to be strong so The Goddess can make the right choices in her' own sacred will, to guide the flower of life, will be empowered by The Goddess to bring Heaven to Earth, to feel bliss forever, Nirvana.
(when I say fight, I mean The lightbringer cuts away ignorance with the diamond sword of truth & light, fighting with light. xxxxx)
Picture of The Flower of Life, sacred very sacred art.
The Celtic Cross, represents positivity, light, life, love & balance. The Four Cardinal Directions are shown, aswell as the four elements, with love in the centre. The circle with the dot in the middle, is a symbol for life, the spark of enlightenment, surrounded by the circle of healing of The Flower of Life. The Celtic knots show how the whole is connected through The Tree of Life. This protective symbol shields The Flower of Life with the might of Heaven. The Celtic healing spirals around the edge, protect The Flower of Life aswell. The Triple Goddess Spiral, shows The Goddess dancing in the centre of the flower of life, charging The Celtic Cross with life. The Celtic Cross is a much loved symbol by The Temple of The Celts.
Jesus has been tortured by the ignorant fools who crucified him for 2000 years & they still hold him up on the cross to this day, the ignorant fools, now are you going to continue to be gullible & listen to their version of the bible, or are you going to think about how you can do something good for Jesus & set the truth free, so people arent tricked into torturing him by being miseducated? Think about it very long & hard I would if I were you, if you intend to be a true Christian, then you must think about what is good for us, not for those who crucified Jesus to stop him helping me bring about freedom & equality to women in the day. Jesus is a devout Goddess worshipper, of course. There is balance in the real world between the sacred feminine & the sacred masculine. Jesus was fighting to protect my sacred wisdom & they tried to stop him. He is my better half & I worship him, he s got such an amazing healing gift, his gift is very simple, healing light, mine is the conveyance of truth especially in words, together we make a really great team. Our minds work as one, united in Spirit, balanced in skills.
The way you can worship Jesus is by offering yourselves in prayers grace to me, his better half, so I can give be the one who gives love to him, our divine fusion, creates beautiful magic, that heals people, that frees people. He is much bigger than I, and is the drive behind all that I do, he is the energy that drives me, he is the force behind my carriage, he is speaking through me to you, to ask you to offer me a hand, so I can offer more to him. See what I mean? Divine understanding. Please dont be deceived by those that have always sought to crucify my better half as much as possible (theyve thought of many ways in the bible to make him suffer & so many now have been fooled into believing it just because its a book with his name in it. Look to the reality of Jesus, Jesus is love that is all, simple message, compassion, hope for me to be strong, so I can keep him in order as every woman has to with their man!!! The beauty of the true divine is that it is very real, with a great sense of humour, feed me strength, so I can lift my man up into the skies so he may have a better view to be able to help all, that is all I ask, I am the one who he loves near him, he s very sensitive & shy really, our energies are the same, the men feed him with strength so Jesus can lift me to the skies so I can see to help all, the ladies feed me strength so I may lift my man to the skies so he may be able to see to help all. Im a lady of the very highest order (see how the ignorant fools who crucified him tortured me for so long) Heaven is within us, & our consciousness naturally feeds to all we meet, to bring love, peace, soulmates together, thats all we want & need is for you to find your soulmates, so you can be happy, nothing would make us more happy, than to see you with the one for you, now if you give us a hand up, then we ll be able to see how to pray for you better, which is our job description. Now please help me help him, I need as much help as I can get, he s going through soo muuuch & needs all the support from me he can get, cos Im what he s got. Im what he wants. Im what he needs, Im his support. & Im the one he d love to be with more. Now please help Jesus get what he wants, he s such a lovely man, he s the best man of all, he s the best gentleman in the world to me, together we are soo strong, please help me so I can help him. Its all I ask, I love him so much it brings tears to my eyes all the time, just please allow us to be happy together, then theres so much we can achieve, we come up with many bright ideas to help everyone on a grande scale ok. Loads of love. xxxxx
The Centre of Christianity is focused on willing the will of Jesus to be strong, so Jesus can be saved by all, so Jesus can save all. Its the principle of the matter that counts, in Heaven we feed each other, so Jesus can only be centred to regain consciousness, from such hellish suffering for humankind, if the people stop demanding of him & start offering to him instead! Then will Heaven reign on Earth. Common sense. I rule.
& howabout all The ladies offer up prayer of Goodwill to Mary Magdelene Tiuareg (me) & all The Gentlemen offer up prayer of goodwill to Jesus, so my better half Jesus can focus on me & I can focus on Jesus, then we can have some sensitive decorum & decency, Spiritual good manners, where we re both actually enabled to come together, cos the World isnt tearing us apart with pull downs, demands & torture for me & pull downs, demands & torture for him (all the pleads & cries for help are a great strain to just one couple trying to do so much.) Then Jesus&I together(as always in Spirit), as The Divine Couple, will be able to get some serious work done on bringing Heaven to Earth. Need a Saviour, we will pray for you to find your other half. Thats all Im doing, is trying to save my other half, for my own sake, cos hes gone through absolute hell. Its quite a chonk to be me in all fairness. Im just speaking my truth, its a free World.
Now hands orf my man, youve been an uncivilized, thoughtless, selfish lady, (with the best intentions) try thinking deeply about your own partner & allow my partner to come to me!!!!!!
Hadnt thought of that had you. Jesus is a real man, so why do you focus all your attentions on my man, when you should be focusing your attentions on offering up to me, as a lady should? Pah
Think on it. Christianity is all a matter of interpretation & the people who crucified my man rewrote The Bible to suit their torturous needs, think about that, you obviously havent had time to think about it very deeply, now I advise you do, for everyones good I know plenty of people who are very devout Christians who have a lot more true understanding than you. Now learn please, for your own good. Do you want to meet your soulmate? Then get your hands off my man & wisen up. Common sense speaks volumes.
How DARE you insinuate that Im less important than my other half, we re The Divine Couple & are a unit as one, united in Spirit, have you no understanding at all? Have you no belief in your own true love?
Ever wonder why I was called a whore? To torture me by bringing about bad mantras(prayer verses) to my name, so bringing torture towards me to keep me down, stopping the good work Id done as a free rights feminist back then coming into light in a mans world. You need to do some more studying to call yourself a Christian.
May the truth set you free. (youve been torturing yourself by not thinking straight) now SEE , I love you, Im the one you need, not him, he s mine.
With Lots of love,
Caroline. xxxxx
I have more than belief, I have actual knowledge, that may be difficult for you to comprehend in this day & age, because in this day & age some people have no faith that we are here, as expected. Now are you our friend or not? Do you wish to tear us apart or allow us to be together in peace? Then step onto my side!!!!! you could at least give me some support in getting my man. Youre naturally a very kind spirit, so hopefully you will see the truth of the matter, you have been very foolish & I dont suffer fools gladly. I attempt to lift you up to the skies by presenting you with the tools to your liberation. You have not known me for long, there are many who have known me well for a long time, so dont think Im without support.
Do you really think I would have left my other half on the cross to die? No way, We legged it. Fact. the people who crucified my better half wrote that he died on the cross to save everyone, to prolong his suffering (repeated oh Jesus you died on the cross for all our sins is a very harmful mantra(prayer verse), think of the law of attraction, think of something and it appears, its the secret to good life if you understand that positively) because they were the ones who were against him, they were the ones who crucified him & you know its the truth because its a fact! an undeniable fact, now wake up & smell the coffee dear ........! The new testament has been mishapened, massive very important documents left out, whole truths made up, like eat the body of Christ, drink the blood of Christ, saying Jesus said to do so, which he wouldnt, Jesus loves himself so much, he wouldnt say that, he needs his own flesh & blood, I offer prayer to Jesus so he may have strength in his own flesh & blood, with his own family, my own family, our dear family..........they tried with every sick twisted intellectual law of attraction understanding effort to destroy us, eat at our flesh, drain our blood & pull our family apart, so we would be weak, all so the populace would stay under control of the ignorant fools who crucified him, you have been missing out on much of the truth. So many people are so gullible, its such a mission for us to make everyone see!!!! I can enlighten you.......
The Flower of Life (Mary Magdelenes Wisdom, my wisdom, left out of the bible of course, so would continue to be a male dominated society)
The flower of life's only strength is in it's openess, its total vulnerability, femininity & sensitivity. Within a state of such complete, peaceful, hoping trust, is the secret to Great Civilisation, for any man can overpower & force a flower to do his will if he so wills(but if he takes her against her will, pulls her, tries to control her with his mind, gets angry, (all of which hurts, the Goddess then has to heal before being able to help more), then he wont ever have her for real & those who fight for the flower of life will fight him to protect their lives, which The Goddess gives), to the flower there is no contest between the power of a man & flower, the man wins outright by principle of Chivalry(common sense).... if a man wills a flower to be strong, then the flower may lean herself towards him, to give herself to him, if she so chooses & how she so chooses, The Goddess is resplendant with gifts & loves to give, enjoys to give & give & give to those who love her. So the flower has to be open, vulnerable, sensitive & full of light, always giving, receiving, growing, healing, living in hope of being able to nourish the spirits of the seekers of the light throughout infinity. The flower has to stay open with love, (not become hardened & closed with fear, although samsara seeking help unconsciously hurt the flower with demands if the flower is left to be disrespected by the ignorant, the flower is strong & soon grows back stronger & multiplies), the flower of life feels so much intensely terrible pain from being unappreciated & disrespected, surely this is enough to make the ill feel compassion & look to behold the glory of life. The flower of life, being so open, feeling so intensely, when appreciated, is open enough to be a portalway to the Heavens, through being hardy & resolute to grow & heal & live. The flower of life, just is, through infinity, everpresent, always there to give love, always there to be cherished & guarded with the might of Heaven, for the flower of life holds the secret to eternal life, it is the great elixir, the alchemist, the catalyst to turn fear into love, sand into gold, ignorance into light, pain into healing bliss. At the heart of the flower of life dances The Goddess, so tiny, so easily squashed, so full of love. He who is one(God) who makes offerings to The Goddesses will, wills love & strength into the heart of the flower of life, wills the will of the heart of The Goddess to feel safe & strong & alive, wills The Goddesses will to be strong so The Goddess can make the right choices in her' own sacred will, to guide the flower of life, will be empowered by The Goddess to bring Heaven to Earth, to feel bliss forever, Nirvana.
(when I say fight, I mean The lightbringer cuts away ignorance with the diamond sword of truth & light, fighting with light. xxxxx)
Picture of The Flower of Life, sacred very sacred art.
The Celtic Cross, represents positivity, light, life, love & balance. The Four Cardinal Directions are shown, aswell as the four elements, with love in the centre. The circle with the dot in the middle, is a symbol for life, the spark of enlightenment, surrounded by the circle of healing of The Flower of Life. The Celtic knots show how the whole is connected through The Tree of Life. This protective symbol shields The Flower of Life with the might of Heaven. The Celtic healing spirals around the edge, protect The Flower of Life aswell. The Triple Goddess Spiral, shows The Goddess dancing in the centre of the flower of life, charging The Celtic Cross with life. The Celtic Cross is a much loved symbol by The Temple of The Celts.
Jesus has been tortured by the ignorant fools who crucified him for 2000 years & they still hold him up on the cross to this day, the ignorant fools, now are you going to continue to be gullible & listen to their version of the bible, or are you going to think about how you can do something good for Jesus & set the truth free, so people arent tricked into torturing him by being miseducated? Think about it very long & hard I would if I were you, if you intend to be a true Christian, then you must think about what is good for us, not for those who crucified Jesus to stop him helping me bring about freedom & equality to women in the day. Jesus is a devout Goddess worshipper, of course. There is balance in the real world between the sacred feminine & the sacred masculine. Jesus was fighting to protect my sacred wisdom & they tried to stop him. He is my better half & I worship him, he s got such an amazing healing gift, his gift is very simple, healing light, mine is the conveyance of truth especially in words, together we make a really great team. Our minds work as one, united in Spirit, balanced in skills.
The way you can worship Jesus is by offering yourselves in prayers grace to me, his better half, so I can give be the one who gives love to him, our divine fusion, creates beautiful magic, that heals people, that frees people. He is much bigger than I, and is the drive behind all that I do, he is the energy that drives me, he is the force behind my carriage, he is speaking through me to you, to ask you to offer me a hand, so I can offer more to him. See what I mean? Divine understanding. Please dont be deceived by those that have always sought to crucify my better half as much as possible (theyve thought of many ways in the bible to make him suffer & so many now have been fooled into believing it just because its a book with his name in it. Look to the reality of Jesus, Jesus is love that is all, simple message, compassion, hope for me to be strong, so I can keep him in order as every woman has to with their man!!! The beauty of the true divine is that it is very real, with a great sense of humour, feed me strength, so I can lift my man up into the skies so he may have a better view to be able to help all, that is all I ask, I am the one who he loves near him, he s very sensitive & shy really, our energies are the same, the men feed him with strength so Jesus can lift me to the skies so I can see to help all, the ladies feed me strength so I may lift my man to the skies so he may be able to see to help all. Im a lady of the very highest order (see how the ignorant fools who crucified him tortured me for so long) Heaven is within us, & our consciousness naturally feeds to all we meet, to bring love, peace, soulmates together, thats all we want & need is for you to find your soulmates, so you can be happy, nothing would make us more happy, than to see you with the one for you, now if you give us a hand up, then we ll be able to see how to pray for you better, which is our job description. Now please help me help him, I need as much help as I can get, he s going through soo muuuch & needs all the support from me he can get, cos Im what he s got. Im what he wants. Im what he needs, Im his support. & Im the one he d love to be with more. Now please help Jesus get what he wants, he s such a lovely man, he s the best man of all, he s the best gentleman in the world to me, together we are soo strong, please help me so I can help him. Its all I ask, I love him so much it brings tears to my eyes all the time, just please allow us to be happy together, then theres so much we can achieve, we come up with many bright ideas to help everyone on a grande scale ok. Loads of love. xxxxx
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Re: 2011 IMBOLC/LUGHNASADH PROSE ENTRIES
by Crimson Stormfire » 24 Jan 2011, 13:42
a second homecoming
The newly fallen snow blankets the ancient forest in a soft embrace, quieting the very air.
A whisper of a breeze can be heard slowly meanderind through the arched boughs. it carries forgotten songs and longing wishes on its own paths.The full moon above in a starry field of light casts her silver glow about the earth. The trees whisper to the breeze as she passes, " it's almost time to wake up" they say dreamily before slumbering again. The litany of the great wolves begins, not a song of lost hopes or sadness, this night rings the littany of peace, harmony, rebirth and love. their song this night heralds the coming spring, yet the sad undertones echo the death of winter. the mighty trees bow their limbs in appreciation for the song that leads them to dream in the cool embrace of the newly fallen snow, with sister luna watching over them in her eternal light. the paths of shade and shadow have led me here to the beginning of a new season. The mountains beckon and i am drawn ever nearer to them, as the sprites and faeries of the great forest listen with awe and wonder to the songs that fill the night, they smile and greet me as i pass whispering "welcome back." Have i been here before? i cannot say yet this does feel familiar.
It feels like...
like....
I am coming home...
The newly fallen snow blankets the ancient forest in a soft embrace, quieting the very air.
A whisper of a breeze can be heard slowly meanderind through the arched boughs. it carries forgotten songs and longing wishes on its own paths.The full moon above in a starry field of light casts her silver glow about the earth. The trees whisper to the breeze as she passes, " it's almost time to wake up" they say dreamily before slumbering again. The litany of the great wolves begins, not a song of lost hopes or sadness, this night rings the littany of peace, harmony, rebirth and love. their song this night heralds the coming spring, yet the sad undertones echo the death of winter. the mighty trees bow their limbs in appreciation for the song that leads them to dream in the cool embrace of the newly fallen snow, with sister luna watching over them in her eternal light. the paths of shade and shadow have led me here to the beginning of a new season. The mountains beckon and i am drawn ever nearer to them, as the sprites and faeries of the great forest listen with awe and wonder to the songs that fill the night, they smile and greet me as i pass whispering "welcome back." Have i been here before? i cannot say yet this does feel familiar.
It feels like...
like....
I am coming home...
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Re: 2011 IMBOLC/LUGHNASADH PROSE ENTRIES
by Crimson Stormfire » 24 Jan 2011, 13:59
"magic"
Once magic flowed like water. It was evidenced by humans in everything about them. The trees, water, fire, air, the sky and the earth were
all believed to be gifts from the gods. Treasures worth more than all the shiny gold and rubies to be found.
A ponderous and mysterious thing these gifts were. They quickly gave life, in the form of beauty, scent, fruits, wild game and vegetables and berries a bountiful
harvest if one just worked hard enough at it. As quickly as they gave it, the gifts were also dangerous and could take life away. The land could quickly swell and and crack open in thunderous roars and swallow you, the storms could rage on for days and tear your homes asunder, lightning to burn the fields, tidal floods to drown out the shoreline, bears, boars, foxes, and wolves, on rampage against a foreign invader, man. And yet man lived within this circle of life was a part of it and even worshiped it some did.{some still do}.
As the machines came and mans mind became more in tune with gears and diodes, artificial light and little glowing desktop windows, They forgot to look
out of their own windows and eyes. And the great rivers of magic that flowed through all life so abundantly was forgotten and began to wane, As rivers do when they aren't so rain flooded. Magic faded from mans view and with it so did the Fae and dragons and sprite and spirits of all things magic. faded and weary they crossed the veil to their world where the flow of magic was still strong until such a time as we were again in tune with the realm of life. now the song comes full circle. after ages of
waiting the Fae and the dragons, sprites and such leave their world and start reopening their gateways and find that magic has returned here strong and renewed, only
now the humans that once ignored it are aware of it again. Not just a few but all humans. Those strongest in-tune of the humans have taken up elder names that the flow
knows and recognizes as friend, druid, witch, magician, wizard, hedge witch, hedge druid. Magic knows these names, and is happy they have resurfaced as it has,
renewed. the ones who appear to be not in-tune are aware on some subconscious level that it and the spirits exist and that's enough for them to thrive and live and visit
us again. magic, sprites the spirits, and the Fae are most impressed to learn that whilst they were forgotten by many, the few who remembered sought a deeper understanding of them and of the very essence of magic by using the very same devices and machines that drove mans mind out from the wilds. Instead of finding children playing at being these witches and druids and such, magic and the spirits found real witches and druids in a much more learned state of what they were doing than when they had left for the far reaches.The humans had become so knowledgeable that they had even managed to reawaken elder gods and strengthen them, through love and devotions hitherto unthought of. Magic exists now as it ever has, flowing through us all as a river does wind in the mountains.
Whether we know it or not
Whether we believe it or not
does not change the fact of its presence.
Once magic flowed like water. It was evidenced by humans in everything about them. The trees, water, fire, air, the sky and the earth were
all believed to be gifts from the gods. Treasures worth more than all the shiny gold and rubies to be found.
A ponderous and mysterious thing these gifts were. They quickly gave life, in the form of beauty, scent, fruits, wild game and vegetables and berries a bountiful
harvest if one just worked hard enough at it. As quickly as they gave it, the gifts were also dangerous and could take life away. The land could quickly swell and and crack open in thunderous roars and swallow you, the storms could rage on for days and tear your homes asunder, lightning to burn the fields, tidal floods to drown out the shoreline, bears, boars, foxes, and wolves, on rampage against a foreign invader, man. And yet man lived within this circle of life was a part of it and even worshiped it some did.{some still do}.
As the machines came and mans mind became more in tune with gears and diodes, artificial light and little glowing desktop windows, They forgot to look
out of their own windows and eyes. And the great rivers of magic that flowed through all life so abundantly was forgotten and began to wane, As rivers do when they aren't so rain flooded. Magic faded from mans view and with it so did the Fae and dragons and sprite and spirits of all things magic. faded and weary they crossed the veil to their world where the flow of magic was still strong until such a time as we were again in tune with the realm of life. now the song comes full circle. after ages of
waiting the Fae and the dragons, sprites and such leave their world and start reopening their gateways and find that magic has returned here strong and renewed, only
now the humans that once ignored it are aware of it again. Not just a few but all humans. Those strongest in-tune of the humans have taken up elder names that the flow
knows and recognizes as friend, druid, witch, magician, wizard, hedge witch, hedge druid. Magic knows these names, and is happy they have resurfaced as it has,
renewed. the ones who appear to be not in-tune are aware on some subconscious level that it and the spirits exist and that's enough for them to thrive and live and visit
us again. magic, sprites the spirits, and the Fae are most impressed to learn that whilst they were forgotten by many, the few who remembered sought a deeper understanding of them and of the very essence of magic by using the very same devices and machines that drove mans mind out from the wilds. Instead of finding children playing at being these witches and druids and such, magic and the spirits found real witches and druids in a much more learned state of what they were doing than when they had left for the far reaches.The humans had become so knowledgeable that they had even managed to reawaken elder gods and strengthen them, through love and devotions hitherto unthought of. Magic exists now as it ever has, flowing through us all as a river does wind in the mountains.
Whether we know it or not
Whether we believe it or not
does not change the fact of its presence.
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Re: 2011 IMBOLC/LUGHNASADH PROSE ENTRIES
by Megan » 24 Jan 2011, 21:16
I felt a need to express myself, and felt safe in doing so here. I didn't want to keep this inside any longer. Thanks for reading. 
What's changed?
I remember when we first got to know each other. I was far away from home, but you were here and you were kind to me.
The first six months were hard for me, and when my birthday came, you bought me a cake. No one else seemed to care, and you even tried to get the others to sing. No one did, and your face turned red from the embarrassment of singing by yourself. Don’t worry, I appreciated it.
Fast forward a few months later and I needed your help. You gave me a ride to my work assignment when my car wouldn’t start, and picked me up when I was finished. You were there when I was stuck in the snow and I needed to be towed out. You never laughed. You never judged. I appreciated it.
I remember a night at the bar with coworkers I barely knew. They convinced me to call someone in town to come down, and I chose you. Confused, you answered, and I realized I only wanted to go home. Next thing I knew, you were there, waiting for me to get my coat. I appreciated it.
You were always there for me, even though I barely knew you. I considered us to be friends – one of the first I had made in this tiny town. I appreciated knowing you.
In the spring, you went through a rough time. I remember you texted me, wanting to talk. I was walking home with my groceries, and the next thing I knew, you were pulling up beside me. Had you been looking for me? I never asked. I brought you home, and gave you a place to stay for the evening until it was late and you decided you needed to go back to your family. I was glad to return some of the help you had always given me.
But now… things are different.
You’re avoiding me. We don’t talk. You always have an excuse not to get together. You’ve been mean to me. Rude. Cruel. It hurt a lot, so I took advice from others and stepped back away from our friendship to give you space.
But it didn’t seem to make anything better.
Someone told me it was because you thought I wanted something more from you, and that it made you uncomfortable… but I have never meant to give such an impression.
Finally, you called me again. You needed my help. You told me I was a lifesaver. I thought things would be better now… but I was wrong. They immediately went back to the way they have recently been.
Then I got a chance to speak with you alone. I wanted to clear the air and tell you how I felt – how you’ve been hurting me by acting the way you are without explaining why.
I spoke, and tried to explain, but you sat there in silence. I waited, and tried to speak again, but you continued to sit, not giving me an answer. Finally, you stood.
“I don’t know what to tell you, Meg.”
You took your coat and left.
I haven’t seen you since.
What’s changed?
What's changed?
I remember when we first got to know each other. I was far away from home, but you were here and you were kind to me.
The first six months were hard for me, and when my birthday came, you bought me a cake. No one else seemed to care, and you even tried to get the others to sing. No one did, and your face turned red from the embarrassment of singing by yourself. Don’t worry, I appreciated it.
Fast forward a few months later and I needed your help. You gave me a ride to my work assignment when my car wouldn’t start, and picked me up when I was finished. You were there when I was stuck in the snow and I needed to be towed out. You never laughed. You never judged. I appreciated it.
I remember a night at the bar with coworkers I barely knew. They convinced me to call someone in town to come down, and I chose you. Confused, you answered, and I realized I only wanted to go home. Next thing I knew, you were there, waiting for me to get my coat. I appreciated it.
You were always there for me, even though I barely knew you. I considered us to be friends – one of the first I had made in this tiny town. I appreciated knowing you.
In the spring, you went through a rough time. I remember you texted me, wanting to talk. I was walking home with my groceries, and the next thing I knew, you were pulling up beside me. Had you been looking for me? I never asked. I brought you home, and gave you a place to stay for the evening until it was late and you decided you needed to go back to your family. I was glad to return some of the help you had always given me.
But now… things are different.
You’re avoiding me. We don’t talk. You always have an excuse not to get together. You’ve been mean to me. Rude. Cruel. It hurt a lot, so I took advice from others and stepped back away from our friendship to give you space.
But it didn’t seem to make anything better.
Someone told me it was because you thought I wanted something more from you, and that it made you uncomfortable… but I have never meant to give such an impression.
Finally, you called me again. You needed my help. You told me I was a lifesaver. I thought things would be better now… but I was wrong. They immediately went back to the way they have recently been.
Then I got a chance to speak with you alone. I wanted to clear the air and tell you how I felt – how you’ve been hurting me by acting the way you are without explaining why.
I spoke, and tried to explain, but you sat there in silence. I waited, and tried to speak again, but you continued to sit, not giving me an answer. Finally, you stood.
“I don’t know what to tell you, Meg.”
You took your coat and left.
I haven’t seen you since.
What’s changed?
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Re: 2011 IMBOLC/LUGHNASADH PROSE ENTRIES
by Earthwoman » 27 Jan 2011, 02:02
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