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Saturday, 20 September 2014

The dream weaver sleeps

Good morning dear friends and followers.
Today I present to you a poem I named The dream weaver sleeps. What is consciousness?
Have a great read. 

The dream weaver sleeps

A deep yet conscious sleep;

dreaming things wondrous

and things so very mundane.

She dreams of that from eons past.

Ages the dreamer remembers not;

not when or how long ago,

her endless journey had begun.

There were things that were,

and things that never were.

Events that should have been,

but instead never happened;

and yet they are.

Or were they all what was,

and is, and whatever may be?

Realities only being mirrored projections,

realities created of our own consciousness;

Consciousness of things that were,

and of things to be?

She only knew that she was just

the focal point of one consciousness.

She knew one other fact: she was not alone.

She could feel other consciousness all about.

She was ageless;

she had no physical body.

She was ancient;

she was elder of the stars.

And those who loved her

have all gone to dust.

But for as long as the dreamer dreams,

she dreams of new realities;

And the dream time goes on...

Or is the dream dreaming the dreamer

like a weaver at her loom?

Her eyes opened and beheld a great sea

without a wave, as calm as glass.

In its waters she saw herself

for the first time in ages. 

And then the mist cleared,

and she found herself in a forest,

not like any she had seen before.

Castles and dwellings carved into its trees,

the life therein shone all about,

like the golden light of the post-noon sun.

Those living there were dancing, singing,

and going about their daily chores.

She felt the wind on her cheek,

Her hair fluttered and tickled her nose.

She sneezed, and so loudly,

that the sound warned all around,

“Something is here, where it does not belong!”

She knew not what to do, 

and for the first time she feared!

She had never thought of size before.

She was conscious of but a flowing motion,

like being a leaf, adrift at night,

on a great see of darkness.

But now knowing her size

and that of her world,

She felt more alone here

than she did in the void.

Something touched her shoulder;

She nearly fainted dead away!

This being stooped down,

breaking her fall,

catching her in his arms!

He speaks to her gentle words to soothe:

“Welcome home, Princess of the Stars.”
Composed by Cindy
Thank you very much dear friends or dropping by to read my poem. If you have any questions or just wish to share your thoughts, you are most welcomed to do so. 

ڰۣIn Loving Light from the Fairy Lady ڰۣ

Friday, 19 September 2014

Frizzy Lizzy Time

Hi my dear friends and followers. Today is Saturday, my another week has gone by. Well we all know what that means, It's Frizzy Lizzy time.

“Hi, peeps! You're just in time for a fresh cup of coffee! Come on in and pull up a chair or two.”

Frizzy Lizzy takes her jacket off and hangs it on the back of her chair – the chair with the cushions on the seat - and pours herself a cup of coffee.

"I just finished cleaning up around the yard to get it ready for fall and winter. I want to have it done before the snow flies. I have all the gardening tools put away in the garage and the potted plants brought in the house.

“The plants aren't the only thing around here that got potted lately. Last Saturday Charley and I went to a big cookout, the last one of the season, appropriately enough called the 'Last Supper.' It was a bull and oyster roast, and let me tell you, once the drink took hold there was bull all over the place!

“They cooked a side of beef slowly, over the coals, with corn on the cob, roasted oysters, hot potato salad, and plenty of coffee and desserts. And beer. And whiskey.

“You know how men get when they get around alcohol. Sometimes the liquor gets in, the testosterone goes up, and all common sense takes off. Well, Charley surprised me! He had a few shots and a few beers and he got feeling pretty good but he only sank to the level of a high school kid and took to bragging about his car – from back when he was in high school! It could have been worse. The price of drinks was included in the ticket.”

"Anyway, all of that bullshit made me think about fertilizing the lawn, so I asked about it at the garden center. They told me that if I did, it would grow healthier, thicker, and of course, that also means taller next spring and summer. Precisely why I won't be fertilizing the lawn this fall.

"Ahhh, but finally it's the weekend,” Frizzy sighs, as she sits in her recliner and puts her pink fuzzy slippered feet up. "I haven't been this excited over the end of the week since that time my cell phone got stuck on vibrate," Frizzy says, blushing a bit as she coyly smiles.

"Speaking of sex, I've heard it said that there is no age limit for sex. Actually, you can have a healthy sex life well into your later years. That is assuming you can still get sexually turned on at the sight of a partner your age. Maybe I was better off with that vibrating cell phone, my computer, and auto-dial software.

"I've also been told that a little yoga exercise can fix that problem quick enough. I suppose one good thing about yoga is that when I do the legs up and over, my boobs are closer to my chin then they have been in years!

"Earlier today there was an accident down the road a bit from here, involving the careless use of a cell phone while driving. I can't be bothered with a cell phone in the car. I am much too busy giving folks the 'one-finger salute.'

“So this weekend is the last official day of summer and the first day of autumn. There are only 96 days until Christmas and Wal Mart has their toys and decorations out. I'm so glad that they don't have the holiday music in the stores just yet. 30 days of 'The Little Drummer Boy' is about all that I can take.

“But first we observe Thanksgiving Day. Fun, fun, fun!

“Thanks so much for sharing a coffee with me. See you later. Have a great weekend!”

I do hope you have had a good time here with Frizzy Lizzy
Thank you very much dear friends for dropping by and please share your thoughts and comments, they are most welcomed.


 In Loving Light from the Fairy Lady ڰۣ

Thursday, 18 September 2014


Good morning dear friends and followers, please join me in another instalment from The stories the Iroquois told their Children

This is a beautiful story from the mythology of the Iroquois about two things in their lives that are inseparable. I can't add to it except to ask you to enjoy it.

The Great Spirit had smiled upon his Red Children. The land was filled with plenty, for the Great Spirit had given to them the three sustainers of life, the corn, the beans, and the squash. Flowers bloomed, birds sang, and all the earth was glad with the Red Children, for the gifts of the Great Spirit.

On one side of a hill grew the tall, waving corn, with its silk tassels and plumes. On another side, beans, with their velvety pods, climbed toward the sky. Some distance down a third slope, beautiful yellow squashes turned their faces to the sun.

One day the Spirit of the corn grew restless. There came a rustling through the waving leaves, and a great sigh burst from the heart of the tall stalks. The Spirit of the corn was lonely.
After that, every morning at sunrise, a handsome young chief was seen to come and stand on the brow of the hill. On his head were shining red plumes. Tall, and strong, and splendid he stood, wrapped in the folds of his waving blanket, whose fringed tassels danced to the summer breeze.

“Che che hen! Che che hen! Some one I would marry! Some one I would marry!” the young chieftain would sing, many, many times.
One day, his voice reached the Squash Maiden, on the other side of the hill. The Squash Maiden drew about her a rich green blanket, into which she had woven many flaunting gold trumpet-shaped flowers. Then she ran swiftly to the young chieftain.

“Marry me! Marry me!” said the Squash Maiden, as she spread her beautiful gold and green blanket at his feet.

Then Corn Plume spoke thus to the Squash Maiden.
“Corn Plume cannot marry Squash Maiden. She is very beautiful, but she will not make a song in Corn Plume's heart. Squash Maiden will grow tired of his lodge. She will not stay in his wigwam. She likes to go a long trail, and wander far from the lodge.

“Corn Plume cannot make Squash Maiden his wife, for he is not content with her. But she shall be Corn Plume's sister, and shall sit in his lodge whenever she will. The maiden Corn Plume weds must be ever at his side. She must go where he goes, stay where he stays.”

Next morning at sunrise, the voice of Corn Plume was again heard, singing from the hilltop, “Che che hen! Che che hen! Some one I would marry! Some one I would marry! Che che hen! Che che hen!”

This time the song reached the ears of the Bean Maiden. Her heart sang, when she heard the voice of Corn Plume, for she knew that he was calling her. So light of heart was Bean Maiden, that she ran like a deer up the hillside. On and on, up and over the brow of the hill she climbed, till she reached the young chieftain's side.

Then Corn Plume turned and beheld the most beautiful maiden he had ever seen. Her eyes were deep and dark, like mountain pools. Her breath was sweet as the waters of the maple. She threw off her blanket of green, purple, and white, and stretched her twining arms to him.

Corn Plume desired to keep Bean Maiden forever close to him. He bent his tall plumed head to her. Her arms wound round and round the young chieftain, and Corn Plume was content.

So closely were the arms of Corn Plume and the Bean Maiden entwined, so truly were they wed, that the Indians never attempted to separate them. Ever after, corn and beans were planted in the same hill, and often a squash seed was added.

Since the Great Spirit had placed the corn, the bean, and the squash together on a hill, the Indian said they should continue to live and grow and occupy a hill together.
The door to Corn Plume's lodge was ever open to the Squash Maiden, if she chose to enter. But seldom did she stay in his wigwam. More often, she was found running off on a long trail.

But Bean Maiden remained true to Corn Plume. Always she was found by his side. Never did she leave his lodge unless he went with her. Corn Plume's lodge was her lodge, and her trail was his trail.

And because the Spirits of the corn and the bean are as one, the Indians not only plant and grow them together, but cook and eat them together. “In life, they were one,” they say. “We will not separate them in death.”

And now, when there a great rustling and sighing of the corn is heard in the White man's land, the Indians often say, “'Tis the Spirit of Corn Plume, crying for his lost Bean Maiden.

Thank you very much dear friends for dropping by to view my poem. Your thoughts and comments are more than welcome here, they are valuable to me.

ڰۣ In Loving Light from the Fairy Lady ڰۣ

Wednesday, 17 September 2014

The Print

Good morning dear friends and followers. Today I bring you another of my poems about a different kind of elemental. This elemental we call earth some refer to her as Gaea. Have a great read

The Print

The weaver's shuttle flies on the wind,
sighing through the mountains, over peak and vale.
She sleeps in sheets of the whitest of snow.
Decades pass, and in the canyons and caves,
the lonely wind goes where light cannot;
High on the crags and low in the basins,
the wind howls, sighing down the mountain wall.
She awakens in the warmth of valley below,
The songbirds break her sleep, she sees the flowers wild.
In the warm, cradling arms of a staunch, ancient oak,
there she lies, safe and protected as seasons pass.

Summer, autumn, winter, and spring,
the seasons came and the seasons went.
She loves all seasons, all months, and all days,
But the passage of time means nothing to her.
She follows no clock nor notches any stick;
she has nothing to mark the passing time.
Time is but a part of the web,
the web of nature, continuously woven.
Woven and stitched to the fabric of Earth.
She is the one who embroiders each stitch.
Outside, who remembers her,
except for those who will perish with her?
A legend? Perhaps. A figment, some say,
of an active imagination that has gone afield.
And so would many say of the the lady of the wind,

so beautiful to behold, like a rainbow at noon or
the aurora borealis as it illumines the night.
But what of time? Time is but counted motion,
the motion of the seamless weaver.
The weave is perpetual, having no time.
For it is woven upon our living Mother, Gaea.
She, with Father Sky, is the giver of life!
Love and joy are the pure essence
of the Great Mother, Earth.
And so time passes, with each day
slipping into the next, day upon day.
And the cooling breeze flows freely
across the moonlit clouds.
But still no one can describe
the beauty that she is; 
the perfection that is hers,
as she weaves the colors
of the seasons.
Composed by Cynthia ©

Thank you very much dear friends for dropping by to view my poem. Your thoughts and comments are more than welcome here, they are valuable to me.

ڰۣ In Loving Light from the Fairy Lady ڰۣ


Good morning my dear friends and followers, welcome to another saga of  The stories the Iroquois told their children
Sometimes I think that the Wonder Stories of the Iroquois were told to the children by the old storytellers, with a sly smile on their face. This story surely had to be one of them – a story for the sake of the telling.


Once a rabbit began to run back and forth through the woods, calling for snow, snow, snow! It was one of those large, gray rabbits, with long ears, that people call hares.

As this hare ran back and forth through the woods, he sang at the top of his voice, “Ah gon ne yah – yeh! Ah gon ne yah – yeh! Ah gon ne yah – yeh! Dah gen, dah ton, Ah gon ne yah – yeh! Ah gon ne yah – yeh!” This meant, “Snow,snow, snow! How I would run if I had snow! Snow, snow, snow! How I would run if I had snow!”

Now, strange as it may seem, as this hare ran back and forth singing for snow, snow, snow, some flakes of snow began to fall. The hare was so delighted that he jumped up and down for joy.

“Ah gon ne yah – yeh! Ah gon ne yah – yeh! Ah gon ne yah – yeh!” he sang, in short, quick notes of joy. And the higher he jumped, and the louder he sang, the faster and thicker the snow came.

The hare was so delighted that he again began to run. All day long he ran, back and forth through the woods, calling for “Snow, snow, snow! How I would run if I had snow!” And the snow fell faster and faster. Thicker and thicker it came. The path in which the rabbit ran grew higher and higher, as the snow fell deeper and deeper.

But at last the hare was so tired that he could run no longer. He no longer sang for “Snow, snow, snow! How I would run if I had snow,” for now he had more snow than he wanted. The snow was up to the tiptops of the trees, and it was very hard to run.

The hare was very tired. He thought he must take a rest. Night was coming on. He looked about him. Near the path were the top branches of a willow tree, sticking out of the snow. He sprang into a crotch of those branches. There he could sit and rest for a time. Soon he fell asleep. He slept all night and part of the next day.

That night it began to rain, and it rained very, very hard. The snow began to melt, and it melted very, very fast, and when that hare awoke, not a flake of the snow was to be seen!

But there was the hare away up in the tiptop of that willow tree! What to do he did not know. He was very hungry. He wondered how long he could stay there and not starve. He saw some tender buds on the branches. He ate those, and then he gnawed bark for a time.

However, sooner or later, the hare knew he must jump or starve. He looked down at the earth. It looked very good to him. He could see some fresh green moss and some beautiful grass. One jump and they were his! But what a jump!

At last the hare whipped his courage up to the jumping point. He shut his eyes and gave one great jump to earth. But when he jumped, he caught his tail on the branch of the willow tree and left part of it up there. And when he jumped, he struck the front of his face on a sharp stone, and the stone split his upper lip in two.

Ever since then, hares have had split lips and short tails, and ever since then, willow trees have tails, or catkins, on them, in the spring.

Thank you all so very much for dropping by. Your comments and thoughts are more then welcome here.  You are most welcome to come back again any time you wish

ڰۣ In Loving Light from the Fairy Lady ڰۣ

Monday, 15 September 2014

Hi dear friends and followers, during my research for other subject mater I came across this well written, unique commentary by Christina Nelson on elementals. Thought you might find it of interest, have a great read.
What is an Elemental Spirit?
Elementals and Elemental Spirits

By Christina Nelson 

Elementals and the Elemental Kingdom contain such creatures (often considered to Be mythical) as fairies, goblins, gnomes and elves, leprechauns, tree people, brownies, undines, mermaids and sylphs. They are known as ‘Elementals’ because they are made up of the ‘ethers’ and are ‘ethereal’ and therefore invisible to (most) of us.

The task of Elementals and the Elemental kingdom is to look after the nature kingdom. Elementals (or Earth spirits) live among plants and animals. They are responsible for the therapeutic effects you feel when outdoors amongst nature, at the beach and sea, at lakes and rivers, in parks and nature reserves, national parks and bushland.

Elemental spirits possess supernatural powers and are usually invisible to humans, living among the trees, rivers, plants, swamps, and mountains. They attach themselves to practically every natural thing. Earthly Elementals are the metaphysical; they are the cause of earthquakes, floods, gales, thunderstorms, and wildfires. More importantly, Earthly Elementals are responsible for creating, sustaining, and renewing life on Earth.

Elementals particularly do not like the busy and lower vibrations of the inner city life, they tend to stay away. Notice when you are in a busy city, you feel the energy and the vibrations are lower and how everything seems accelerated; it does not feel relaxing or stress free. But when you’re in the country you will notice the energy has a high vibration. It feels comforting, relaxing, quiet, and serene. That is where the Elementals dwell, spend their time, and protecting and loving Mother Earth.

There are known to be 4 types of Elementals; earth, water, fire and air:

Earth Elementals:

The type of gnome most frequently seen is the brownie, or elf, a mischievous and grotesque little creature from twelve to eighteen inches high, usually dressed in green or russet brown. Most of them appear as very aged, often with long white beards, and their figures are inclined to rotundity. They can be seen scampering out of holes in the stumps of trees and sometimes they vanish by actually dissolving into the tree itself. More commonly known as dwarves or goblins, they are concerned with the products and treasures of the earth. Being of the earth, Gnomes usually live in the soil, rocks, beneath the ground, and under the tree roots. Gnomes will only help humans if they have been considerate of nature and treat it well. They are very helpful to those who have established a connection with them through prior acts of kindness. When working with humans, Gnomes are most helpful with healing the bones.

The subgroups of the Earth Gnomes consist of Brownies, Dryads, Durdalis, Earth Spirits, Elves, Hamadryads, Pans, Pygmies, Sylvestres, and Satyrs.

Water Elementals:

The water spirits are called Undines. They closely resemble humans in appearance and size, except for those inhabiting smaller streams and ponds. They are beautiful, emotional, and graceful Nature Spirits who dress themselves in greenish blue garb that is very shimmering and a watery texture. 

Their King is known as Necksa who they love, serve, and honor unconditionally. Since their purpose is to direct the flow and course of the waters of the planet, they live in coral caves, fountains, lakes, marshlands, rivers, seas, waterfalls, and underneath lily pads. 

Besides caring for plants both above and below the surface of the water, the Undines are concerned with the movements of water and how they relate to human emotions and soul responses. The Undines are friendly, approachable, and are very willing to work with people and to help them. Etheric in nature, they exist within the water itself and this is why they can’t be seen with the normal physical eye.The Water Undines consist of Limoniades, Mermaids, Naiads, Oceanid, Oreads, Potamides, Sea Maids.

Fire Elementals:

Salamanders have been seen in the shape of fiery balls, or tongues of fire, running over the fields, or peering in houses.The salamanders are the spirit of fire. They keep us warm and work through the liver, bloodstream and emotions. Without these beings, fire cannot exist. You cannot light a match without a salamander being present. They are considered the strongest and most powerful of all the elementals. Their King is a magnificent flaming being called Djin. Salamanders will always help people who are friendly towards them and keep their heart fires burning. They also have special influence over those with fiery tempers.

Air Elementals:

The sylphs are the air spirits. Their element has the highest vibratory rate. They are said to live on the tops of mountains. The leader of the sylphs is a being called Queen Paralda who is said to dwell on the highest mountain of Earth. They often assume human form but only for short periods of time and they are said to be the most beautiful of all the elementals. They are usually seen with wings, looking like cherubs or fairies. They are said to leave beautiful green rings in meadows and fields caused by bending the dewy grass caused by their dancing in circles. 

Because of their connection to air, which is associated with the mental aspect, one of their functions is to help humans receive inspiration. The sylphs are drawn to those who use their minds, particularly those on creative arts. Sylphs are usually sympathetic of human endeavors and for the most part their actions towards them are kindly and thoughtful. The Sylphs can have a profound and powerful influence on the human mental body and thought, and, they are responsible for being the primary culprit behind both inspirational art and inventions.

Again I thank you all very much for dropping by. Comments are welcome and encouraged here, just share what ever is on your mind, You are most welcome to come back again any time

ڰۣ In Loving Light from the Fairy Lady ڰۣ

Sunday, 14 September 2014

Iroquois Confederacy

Iroquois Confederacy

Good morning dear friends and followers

I have had the pleasure of sharing some of the Stories that the Iroquois Tell Their Children, selections from a book by that name that was published in 1917 and is now in the public domain.

It would be a disservice to the Iroquois to share their Fairy Stories and Wonder Stories and not pique your interest in their lasting legacy of democracy and a well-run society.

The stories that I have posted are illustrative of how a culture that had sufficient technology, social structures, religion, and laws was quite capable of living on the land that we call America. Giovanni de Verrazano and Jacques Cartier, both exploring for France, did not discover the “New World.” They merely bumped into a continent that was already quite civilized, and I dare say more advanced in social consciousness, than they realized. They were intruders into the Iroquois Confederacy.

Can you imagine a society in which there was not a crime problem, in which there was no poverty, no police force or jails, no need for a standing army, and no court system yet guided by laws? How about a participatory democracy that was flourishing long before the establishment of the United States in which women were the linchpin of all of its doings; one in which its leaders were honestly interested in the welfare of the people they were serving? Can you imagine that?

That democracy was the Five (later Six) Nations of the Iroquois, a confederacy of five great peoples that eventually controlled the area from the Saint Lawrence River south into Pennsylvania, and from the Atlantic Ocean to Illinios. And theyh did not do that by waging war. They did it by pursuing peace.

Their Confederacy was established by the planting of the Tree of Great Peace in territory of the Onandaga People in Upstate New York. This planting is described in detail in the first article of the Iroquois Constitution. Here is an excerpt fron that Constitution:


1. I am Dekanawidah and with the Five Nations' Confederate Lords I plant the Tree of Great Peace. I plant it in your territory, Adodarhoh, and the Onondaga Nation, in the territory of you who are Firekeepers. I name the tree the Tree of the Great Long Leaves. Under the shade of this Tree of the Great Peace we spread the soft white feathery down of the globe thistle as seats for you, Adodarhoh, and your cousin Lords. We place you upon those seats, spread soft with the feathery down of the globe thistle, there beneath the shade of the spreading branches of the Tree of Peace. There shall you sit and watch the Council Fire of the Confederacy of the Five Nations, and all the affairs of the Five Nations shall be transacted at this place before you, Adodarhoh, and your cousin Lords, by the Confederate Lords of the Five Nations.

And here is a link to the complete Iroquois Constitution and what I found to be a good commentary on it:

Some scholars believe the Iroquois Constitution to date from as early as 1390 CE with many fixing its inception to about 1500 CE. Regardless of which date is correct, this democracy was here long before America.

It has been asserted that the Iroquois Constitution was a basis document for the United States Constitution. It was. Here's a link to a story about that topic that was in the New York Times:

The Iroquois Constitution was a wide-ranging document that dealt with many important issues in daily life, including bloodlines, land ownership, who may be a leader of the people, qualifications of leaders, duties of leaders, marriage, funerals, rituals, war, council meetings and who must attend, how to conduct business in councils, and many other areas.

Another link that you may find interesting has to do with Iroquois symbols:

Again thank you for dropping by. Comments are welcome and encouraged here, just share what ever is on your mind, Thank you

ڰۣ❤ In Loving Light from the Fairy Ladyڰۣ

What Do You Think I Saw?

Hi dear friends and followers, it Sunday again and time for another poem. I hope you all like this one, it is about an actual experience I had when I was a child. Thank you so much for dropping by

What Do You Think I Saw?

Since the days when I was but a child,
I have often sat in wonderment
along the sparkling water's edge.
By one of the basic elements,
there I always felt so much at home.
I would be by the water in wonderment,
while lying on the wooden dock;
absentmindedly my fingers would play
in the waters that had barely a ripple,
on a day when I listened for Nature's songs,
chirped by the cicada and the crickets on the shore.
As the sun rises higher it urges me on,
“Go ahead, have a swim, who cares to where?”
I cared not myself for it was my time
to be the Little Mermaid, swimming,
swimming at the bottom of the sea.!
The sailors' stories, ages old,
of mermaids, now again retold,

flooded my mind as I dived and swam.

Many times I came up for air,
for I was a student mermaid, you see,
until I found my “sister” whom I sought.
There she sat, on the sandy bottom,
with long green hair that was current-tossed.

She did not fear me as I came closer, nor I, her.
There, regally, she sat, with green hair all flowing.
She greeted me and bade me to sit for a while,
as she shared with me her tales of the sailors,
and the wondrous world where both of us sat!
Such amazing yarns in this undersea place!
The glory and splendor of life in the sea -
I did so wish to with her be.
But the mermaid with the long green hair,
waved me away, back to the shore.
Someday we will dance,
all in harmony,

At that grand family reunion
of all species great and small.
But that time has yet to come.
I gulped some air and swam back and sat,
upon the sun baked sandy beach, and asked myself,
“Was that a dream? Or maybe just an old stump,
green with long flowing strands of algae?”
But my heart will always hold onto the dream:
That day a mermaid I surely had seen
Composed by Cynthia 

Again thank you for dropping by. Comments are welcome and encouraged here, just share what ever is on your mind, Thank you

ڰۣ In Loving Light from the Fairy Lady ڰۣ