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A Magical Life Both me and my beloved went out walking at dusk after performing a small ceremony at home, asking for guidance and protection on some issues we have been dealing with in our personal lives. Whilst meditating i saw us walking down a path in our local park by a canal, a beautiful green area just down the road from our house. Immediately afterwards we put on our jackets and went for a walk in the exact same park as i had seen in my meditation. It was beautiful in the now darkening spring evening walking there hand in hand chatting about nothing in particular. Then as often happens a strange sensation ran through us both and we both immediately stopped to acknowledge it. Just a few steps further and there at our feet from a broken branch was Algiz the Rune of protection, i instantly picked it up thanking the Spirits for this blessing. Laughingly we continued walking, then again the strange tingling sensation, a few steps more and now at our feet Isa, the Rune of standstill, ice and withdrawal. Picking up this magical symbol we continued walking but now in silent reverence. Just a few minutes more and once again the strange sensation and now at our feet lay Fehu the Rune of fulfillment , possessions and nourishment. Once again thanking the Spirits for these talismanic messages from the Otherworld we continued walking feeling now very loved and protected Then about 15 minutes more and something even stranger happened. Once again we both felt the strange tingling up and down our spines, we both stopped looking to the ground for possibly another Rune at our feet but none were to be found. Now both buzzing intensely i turned on the flashlight on my mobile phone as it was now dark and the sun had set. As i turned on the light it instantly reflected off of something at the base of a tree just a few meters in front of us. 'Whats that' i said out loud to Jolinde, not believing our eyes as we walked closer, there at the foot of a large tree, was a small doorway a small faery door firmly fixed to the tree. We both stood there in amazement this tingling sensation increasing through our bodies until we entered into communion with the landscape, with that that had given us a clear message through the fallen runes and this beautiful Faery Gateway..... In England i can imagine seeing such a doorway walking the winding roads of Somerset or Cornwall but in Haarlem never have i seen such a thing. Our little neighborhood is turning out to be a very magical place, what with the Pan statue here, our local Kabouter Garden and now this.... Upon returning home i bound the Runes we had found together and have placed them above our front door as a binding Rune to protect us from those that may wish us ill. Magic is a foot, the Spirit World is always close to us and communicating constantly if we would only listen. May you all be as blessed as we are ! Click on Images to make larger
Kaboutertje Garden & Faery Fort in HaarlemJust 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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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.
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.
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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.
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 King
We 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.
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.
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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 !
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 Grove
We 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.
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.
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 ...
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 !