Just 5 mins from our house in Haarlem not only have we discovered Pans statue { check previous post } but also a beautiful Kaboutertje { Gnome } Garden.
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Pan's Magic Recently moved into our new house, after performing a short Ceremony to Pan and the Fay at a small hill fort near our property we came across this beautiful statue just one block from our new place.
Pan be Praised What is Magic.The clearest and most concise understanding of what magic is from a modern perspective would be hard to find. In fact most of what Alan Moore has stated in the short video i would take as a Magical Manifesto and encourage all artists to engage consciously in their creations A Day in the Life III ~ The Sun of Broken CursesWe went to the Fay asking how to remove the chained curse that surrounded us. It had been placed there by the broken hearted, by the one who refused to see their shadow and who instead was consumed by it. Again we came to the Oracle petitioning guidance from the Faery Folk, it was raining outside, the wind was shaking the walls of the small gypsy caravan. Our eyes closed we drew a card, it was the Sun, the image showing two Fay on a mountain peak greeting the golden light. Then a whisper in our ears ' To break something, first make something '. Immediately we went to work baking a bread of bitter herbs, you went to the jars under the bed and took from one of them the dried crows heart, the one we had cut from the bird's chest as it lyed dying by the side of the road. We both spat on it then passed it all over our bodies, asking for the curses removal. Then carefully we placed it into the heart of the unbaked dough, now roughly crafted into a female form. As the bread baked we sung songs to the grey weeping skies, harmonizing our intention and praying for light to shatter the grip of the shadows hand that had walked with us since our first meeting. The black hearted crows bread nearly fully baked began to stink out our small space as the evil eye that had been placed on us began to spiral around and fully awaken within the breads female form. Holding our noses we opened the oven to see a large darkened eye staring back at us, ' cover it quickly ' i shouted. You immediately took the colourful bandana from your head and threw it over the now blinking eye of the bitter baked bread. Picking it up with both hands i ran out with the cursed loaf into the woods behind the caravan and placed it quickly at the foot of an old Yew Tree. You running behind me sprinkling cascaria in a binding spell around it so it's poison could never return to us. Then as quickly as we had run out to the tree we ran back to the safety of our small home by the edge of the woods, looking through the window to watch what might happen. It didn't take long for the crows to come swirling round in circles cawing loudly. We covered our eyes as they swooped down and clawing off the bandana began to peck at the evil eyed loaf that they had found underneath. We were sure in that moment that we heard a scream, not a loud one but instead a low and heart wrenching cry of agony. With our thumbs we plugged our ears hoping its sound not to return the wicked spell to us. It seemed like ages that we sat there huddled together our hands over our eyes, thumbs in ears not daring to lift our heads and look up. Eventually i dared to take a peek and nudging you gently you to slowly looked above your slender fingers to the sight we beheld before us. The cursed bread had been fully eaten the crows having cannibalistically devoured the blackened heart of one of their own and all that was left was your bandana its colours now glimmering brightly as sunlight shone through the darkened clouds onto the forest floor below. In that moment we knew that all would well, that our banishing had worked and as the Fay had told us earlier that day, the sun would shine its golden light down upon us. A Day in the Life blog series is based on true life events ! A Day in the Life II ~ The Faerie KingWe sat together in tenderness whispering our desires to the oracle, you turned the cards over one by one and the Fay began to speak. ‘It’s the Garden that you seek is it? All well and good then, you must scribe your petition upon paper made from the mulberry tree and return once again to the sacred grove deep in the dunes. He’ll be waiting for you, it’s the King of the Faeries that you seek and his permission alone will assure a clear pathway to the garden's gate.’ Immediately we jumped into the car and drove back out to the sea and the faerie grove. On our way there we passed a very old antique store who’s hand painted sign, of what appeared to be the Green Man made us stop the car abruptly, intrigued by what we might find within. No sooner had we entered the musky smelling shop when I heard you shout ‘Look baby look! ‘. I wound my way through the narrow path of clustered antiques and found you holding a large bronze statue of Pan his gluttonous smile piercing through his floral beard. Again we began to laugh hysterically, ‘He is with us! ‘. The man in the store appeared to go into a trance and sold us the piece for a mere ten euros. As we left the store a large black crow swooped down in front of us cawing loudly, ‘ don’t worry ‘ I said ‘ we are on our way, tell them we’re coming’ and with that he flew frantically up and away in the direction of the dunes. Upon arriving at the coastline the atmosphere began to change, less playful, now more full of reverence. We had taken seven sweet coconut cakes to offer to Mother Ocean in thanks for previous prayers answered. No sooner had we sung to her and made our offerings than seven squawking seagulls swooped down from the heavens and gobbled them upon immediately. Our offerings obviously being accepted we marched off towards the dunes where beyond the sandy crown lay the sacred grove. Dragonflies danced the whole way before us their metallic colours glistened in the light of the now setting sun. It didn’t take long till we were back at the weathered entrance to the grove, the dunes dipping down into a copse of trees hidden from sight just ten steps earlier. The trees formed a natural shade and made our entrance all the more magical. In this twilight place we quietly found a spot to sit and pray. The crows cawed and a warm perfumed breeze brushed our cheeks as poems were spoken revering the Old Ones. Then all became silent, as if all magic had left us and only our fragile humanity remained. Humbled by the stilling silence we began to gently weep, knowing our true place in things. ‘I love you my queen’ ‘ I love you my king ‘ and together we pledged our promise. No sooner had we shared these words than it seemed as if all life returned all green magical and dancing with the season. The near silent music of the Fay passing between us, we drew our hearts together, embraced and gave our love to the earth at our feet, to those that danced invisible around us and to him that seldomly speaks the King of the Fay ! A Day in the Life blog series is based on true life events !
The Faery GroveWe went out to the wild dunes near the ocean. Walking a sandy path we came upon a Faery grove, the windswept trees forming a natural arching gateway into their Kingdom. We sat silently at the roots of an old tree, their magical presence surrounding us. We kissed and entered the bliss together, the Fays delicate wings fluttering around us, surrounding us in the last perfumed breeze of a dying summer. Autumn leaves sung their trembling songs as they fell at our feet like flakes of broken moonlight cascading into the coming twilight. When the moment had passed we stood still holding hands and ran laughing from the grove, making sure not to return upon the path we had entered. As the golden sun began his descent into the western skies we walked home through the dunes in a content quiet, the knowing flowing deep between us. Then from nowhere on the horizon a large stag appeared with five deers. Rearing his head, his large antlers shining like glistened bronze with the failing light. We yelped with excitement as the small herd appeared before us. Oh such blessings showered upon us, that we should be honoured with the Stag Kings presence so soon after leaving the faeries grove. Then in a moment they were gone prancing back beyond the horizon behind one of the many sand dunes. Like children we ran holding hands into the sunset, following a trail of magic that can never escape us ... A Day in the Life blog series is based on true life events ! The Kingdom'All initiated woman and men are gateways to the kingdom, where its keeper and protector
is the Horned King and at its heart the seething breasts of the Great Mother. Yet we do not belong there, for we are made of other stuff. The Great Art is not just to enter this Garden of Splendours, or abide to long in the Kingdom of Creation, but instead to return unscathed, enthused, back into the middle world and to build a life upon it !' La Botanicas ~ Mojo Market |
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