HOW THE FAIRIES WORKED MAGIC

If the Iroquois were not such an important People in North America, holding the greatest portion of New York state and parts of Ontario, Pennsylvania, and New Jersey; and if their ideas of self-government did not form the basis for the United States Constitution, it would be easy to say that we have studied their myths and legends to a sufficient degree. Considering that this is not the case I am posting once more an Iroquois fairy tale that is, to me, a beautiful story. I hope that you enjoy it. After this it's on to visit with the Delaware clans of New Jersey.

I am most grateful for the time that we share on this blog and wherever we meet. I love hearing what you have to say about these legends and myths.​

​With love and light from

Cynthia

The Fairy Lady

HOW THE FAIRIES WORKED MAGIC

Once a little Indian girl was very sad and unhappy. The Great Spirit had taken her father and mother, and she had gone to live with relatives who did not want her. Often she went to sleep hungry, for only the scraps of food that were left from a meal were given to her.

One day, the relatives of the little girl brought in a fine deer from the chase, and made ready for a feast. They told the girl to get out of the lodge, for there was neither room nor meat for her.

The girl ran and hid herself in a great field of corn. There she cried aloud.

Soon a band of strange Little People gathered about her, to comfort her. On all sides, from the folds of the green corn stalks they came.

They stroked her head, wiped the tears from her eyes, and said, “Don't cry, little girl. We will take care of you. You shall come and live with us. We will make a feast for you. We know why you are sad, for we can read the thoughts of earth children. Come with us, and we will show you more wonderful things than you have ever seen.”

At this the little girl dried her tears, and smiled at the kind Little People.

“You are very good to me,” she said. “Who are you?”

“We are the Jo gah oh,” they replied, “the Little People. Come, and we will show you what we can do.”

Then they slipped some winged moccasins on her feet. They wrapped her in an invisible blanket and put a magic corn plume in her hair, and the next moment all were flying through the air.

They flew to a ledge of great rocks. At the touch of the Little People, the rocks opened, and they passed within.

The girl found herself in a beautiful lodge. Kind Jo gah oh mothers were baking cakes and roasting meat. They welcomed the girl, and soon a feast was spread in her honor.

Now the heart of the little girl was so light that she danced with joy.“What wonderful people you are! Can you go anywhere, or do anything you wish?”

“Yes,” said the little chief, “the Jo gah oh are small, but they are great. Come with us, and you shall see what we can do.”

Again they were flying through the air. Soon they reached the lodge where the girl had lived. It was night, and her relatives were asleep, but she could see the deer hung outside ready for the feast.

“Now,” said the Jo gah oh chief, “we will call out a pack of wolves from the wood yonder, and there will be no fat deer for this selfish feast at sunrise.”

Now no wolves had been seen in that wood for many moons. But at the call of the fairies, a pack sprang from it, ran to the lodge, seized the deer, and tore it to shreds. Then they again disappeared into the wood.

The little girl's eyes were large now with wonder, as they flew back to the fairy lodge in the rocks, but she was not afraid of these strange Little People. She was so happy with them that she wished that she might always live in a Jo gah oh lodge.

One morning, the little chief said, “Today we shall see some more wonders.”

This time a tiny canoe was waiting. They stepped into it and sailed down a river until they came to a great tree.

“In that tree,” said the little chief, “lives a great, black bear. Every day he comes out that door you see high up in the bear tree. I will make the door fast so he cannot open it. A deep sleep will fall on him. He will sleep for many moons.”

Then the chief threw three stones thorough the open door of the bear tree. Each time, a flame spread like a blanket over the door. A growling and scratching could be heard within. Then all became still.
“Now,” said the chief, “thebear will sleep until I call him in the spring. He is locked up for the winter. Come, let us go on.”

The little girl drew her invisible blanket closer, as the canoe went sailing with the birds through the clouds. The birds that were swift of wing called loudly for a race.
“Come on!” said the fairy chief.

Then he spread wide the invisible sails of his canoe, and flew past the birds like a streak of lightning. Even the eagle was left far behind. They seemed to shoot through the sky.

And, oh, what fun it was to be a bird!

The little girl would have sailed on forever, but the little chief said, “You shall now return to your people. We have given them soft hearts and kind minds. They are calling for you. They will be glad to see you.”

They greeted her with joy, spread a soft skin for her to sit upon, and gave her the best food. And the little girl lived with them, ever after, and was happy.

Thank you for reading this Iroquois legends and history, I would appreciate knowing what your thought Thank you and have a wonderful week.

✿ڰۣ❤In Loving Light from the Fairy Lady❤ڰۣ✿

Universal Harmony?

Hi again dear friends and followers. I hope you are having a wonderful Wednesday. Wednesday is poem day, and I am pleased to say that I have one to present to you today, Universal Harmony.

Take five, relax and enjoy 

Universal Harmony?

There is a place, far, far away,

even farther than the farthest planet from Sol.

There, in another galaxy, far across space and time,

a world where the light of its bright magenta skies,

and its bright golden sun has not reached us yet.

A venture into our stargazed universe unfolds,

as we fly as ghosts through the void.

The worlds before us that unfold are

created as they are being dreamed;

Every soul creating its own galaxies,

where many creatures therein dwell,

beasts yet to know that they exist,

in the manifestation of any soul's dreams.

Some creations are so beautiful that

one falls to their knees to reverence!

No word is exchanged, only thoughts from feelings,

from minds and hearts to unbounded Universe!

A plethora, no a myriad, variety of beasts reside here.

They are straight out

of the Earth's mythologies.

Yes, even those called dragons are present,

as much in evidence as fairies and elves,

elementals and mermaids; they are all here;

and dragons so rare they are more precious than gold.

It's a mystical journey into the magical domains,

for in this realm all that can potentially be, is.

It is in the realm of both creator and creation.

In the awareness of the realities,

there is no distinction between the two.

When we dream, and when we write,

when we daydream or read a book,

images real and fanciful course through our minds.

From these fables our own imaginations grow,

and a new world in the heavens is born.

Like the single spark that becomes a flame,

or a new star in an immense nebula - 

a nebula of chaos it is not,

for there is order in the chaos -

A chaos of other potentials to be born.

There! Over there floats an emerald green sphere,

warmed by the light of a ocher colored star!

Of Dragon Tales...real they are, chaos they are not.

Such are the beings that were only the guesses 

of writers and artists, in fantasy and legend;

beings romantic under a lavender moon,

followed by a golden moon on the horizon.

Beautiful beings, they were, glowing of their own light,

their long, dragonfly wings sparkling in the moonlight.

A dragon flying lazily above all it sees;

guardians they are, of the world below,

which faintly glows in all its worldly elements.

All is in balance; all is in harmony; all is well,

in this place of beauty, safety, and love,

Never to be to be touched by the forces of darkness.

Dragons of darkness await their time,

to upset the order of safety and love.

The dragons of darkness must never be allowed

to enter this world so close to perfect as it is.

So they will, from across the galaxy, come;

the dragons of light are prepared to do battle.

The other creatures of the forest rest,

unaware of any approaching danger.

The beings with the dragonfly wings

sit by the lake in the moonlight,

in a world in peril, a world at the mercy

of the dark dragons and the chaos they bring.

Never have they known before,

a world without love, and safety, and peace.

The dragons of light know no way to warn

those who know not fear and danger and harm.

Ancient battles were never told to the innocent.

These battles began in the deepest reaches the universe.

A star becomes a nova, creating,

an emended nebula cloud of dust and gas.

The dragons of light pursue their deadly chase.

In a nebula they met, and lightning flashes,

as the dragons of light and darkness clash.

A brilliance lit the sky above the emerald green planet

with all the brightness of a second sun.

The writer's pen flows, and another world is born.

Once conceived, once believed,

Yesterday's dream is now today's reality.

From cosmic dust to cosmic systems,

The cosmic dust is the paper the pen flows over.

Composed by Cynthia ©.

Thank you for reading this poem, I would appreciate knowing what your thought are on this weeks poem of the week. Thank you and have a wonderful week.

✿ڰۣ❤In Loving Light from the Fairy Lady❤ڰۣ✿ 

THE CONSTITUTION OF THE IROQUOIS NATIONS:

THE CONSTITUTION OF THE IROQUOIS NATIONS:

Hi dear friends and followers.

It would be a disservice to you to share the myths and legends of any of the Native Peoples that resided in what is now New York state without mentioning the Iroquois Confederacy, also called the Five Nations of the Iroquois. Its members were the Mohawk, Oneida, Onondaga, Cayuga, and Seneca Peoples.

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 Illinois. And they 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 Onondaga People in Upstate New York. This planting is described in detail in the first article of the Iroquois Constitution. Here is an excerpt from that Constitution:

THE CONSTITUTION OF THE IROQUOIS NATIONS:
THE GREAT BINDING LAW, GAYANASHAGOWA

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:

http://www.fordham.edu/halsall/mod/iroquois.asp

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:

http://www.nytimes.com/1987/06/28/us/iroquois-constitution-a-forerunner-to-colonists-democratic-principles.html

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:

http://www.haudenosauneeconfederacy.com/symbols.html

Thank you for reading this Native American legend, I would appreciate knowing what your thought are on this weeks legend. Thank you and have a wonderful week.

✿ڰۣ❤In Loving Light from the Fairy Lady❤ڰۣ✿

THE ORIGIN OF THE PLEIADES

Hi dear friends and followers today we continue to explore the world of Native American legends

As I recall from studying geography in the fourth grade, the Middle Atlantic States are next on the list. The states in this group are New York, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Delaware, Maryland, Virginia, and West Virginia.

New York is the home of the Five Nations of the Iroquois Confederacy, an alliance of five Native Peoples whose constitution and form of government served as the basis republic that is America. The Nations of the Iroquois Confederacy are: the Mohawk; the Oneida; the Onondaga; the Cayuga; and the Seneca.

Given the number of Peoples that resided in New York State, it seems proper to share more than one legend. We will first do two from the Onondaga, then one from the Iroquois.

THE ORIGIN OF THE PLEIADES

A long time ago a party of Onondaga went through the woods toward a good hunting-ground, which they had long known. They traveled several days through a very wild country, going at a leisurely pace and camping as they went.

At last they reached Kan-ya-ti-yo, “the beautiful lake,” where the gray rocks were crowned with great forest trees. Fish filled the waters, and at every jutting point the deer came down from the hills around to bathe or drink of the lake. On the hills and valleys were huge beech and chestnut trees, where squirrels chattered, and bears came to take their morning and evening meals.

The chief of the bans was Hah-yah-no, “Tracks in the water,” and he halted his party on the lake shore that he might return thanks to the Great Spirit for their safe arrival at this good hunting-ground. “Here will we build our lodges for the winter, and may the Great Spirit, who has prospered us on our way, send us plenty of game, and health, and peace.” The Red Man is always thankful.

The pleasant autumn days passed on. The lodges had been built, and hunting had prospered, when the children took a fancy to dance for their own amusement. They were getting lonesome, having little to do, and so they met daily in a quiet spot by the lake to have what they called their “jolly dance.”

They had done this a long time, when one day a very old man came to them. They had seen no one like him before. He was dressed in white feathers, and his white hair shone like silver. If his appearance was strange, his words were unpleasant as well. He told them that they must stop their dancing, or evil would happen to them. Little did the children heed, for they were intent on their sport, and again and again the old man appeared, repeating his warning.

The mere dances did not afford all the enjoyment the children wished, and a little boy, who liked a good dinner, suggested a feast next time they met. The food must come from their parents, and all these were asked when they returned home. “You will waste and spoil good food,” said one. “You can eat at home as you should,” said another, and so they got nothing at all. Sorry as they were for this, they met and danced as before. A little to eat after each dance would have made them happy indeed. Empty stomachs cause no joy.

One day, as they danced, they found themselves rising little by little into the air, their heads being light through hunger. How this happened they did not know, but one said, “Do not look back, for something strange is happening.” A woman, too, saw them rise and called them back, but with no effect, for they still rose slowly above the earth.

She ran to the camp, and all rushed out with food of every kind, but the children would not return, though their parents called piteously after them. But one would even look back, and he became a falling star. The others reached the sky, and are now what we call the Pleiades, and the Onondaga the Oot-kwa-tah. Every falling or shooting star recalls the story, but the seven stars shine on continuously, a pretty band of dancing children.

I'm glad to see you here! Thank you for reading this Native American legend, I would appreciate knowing what your thought are on this weeks legend. Thank you and have a wonderful week.

✿ڰۣ❤In Loving Light from the Fairy Lady❤ڰۣ✿

Have You Got The Time

Hi dear friends and followers. Today is poem day and I invite you to take a few minutes of your time to relax and read. 

Just my own observations on the power of light and darkness and what intervenes between, Love   

Have You Got The Time

The values of the material world

do not restrain the values of the soul.

Only that of the body is measured and weighed.

The light of the soul cannot be contained,

no more than love can be touched or packaged.

The soul measures only with the values

that are contained solely in the heart.

Love is the only measuring stick

that can measure the depth of the soul, the light.

The candle sends the darkness scurrying

to the corners of the container, the body.

The soul, most only think about occasionally;

you have been interested but never enough,

for you felt safe hiding in your shadow.

Ignorance is bliss, as some may say.

When the truth is that in order to know the light,

In truth, you must also know the darkness,

before you can want or know the light.

Then shall the light reveal what lies ahead.

Night birds may think daybreak a kind of darkness,

because that is the cycle that is normal to them.

The heart is the candle in the spirit's darkness;

its brightness is dependent on its depth.

The motion of darkness and light

is in constant battle for position;

the life and death cycle, even the stars and galaxies

are born and die.

The constant dance of death and life,

is like ballerinas dancing in the heavens above.

Clouds of darkness, clouds of light,

in an infinite battle for supremacy

which can be called evil and good,

when both forces are fighting for dominance.

Some for survival, for even the very elements,

of nature and universe both from dust they came,

to dust it shall all return.

Such are the cycles of death and rebirth,

universe without end.

The time the Lord then appears,

and there was silence for a long time.

Then suddenly with the clamor,

like that of broadswords clashing,

thunderbolts and lightening flashed!

Their swords ringing on their shields,

the voices of the great thunder gods rose,

violent chaos of brightness and darkness,

flaming in every color imaginable;

great flashes of light everywhere,

as great masses of darkness move.

Consuming the light, chaos there is,

but also there is order in the chaos,

despite the hunger of one force

to consume the opposing force.

So it is, and it will be

the Lord of Time who will give them a gift;

that gift is love, a thing more real,

a thing so lasting,

that not even the time lord will outlast it!

No power in the universe,

not supernova or black hole,

can alter this force,

for it was made to endure

until even to the end of the lord of time.

On a world far away the time had come;

the dull grayness of eternal mists

began to lift as the three moons of Darco,

arose one by one, each in their unique

and spectacular colors, rainbow moons,

Seen for the first in their splendor

from the base of the giant trees

of a prehistoric rain forest.

One might say life began here,

Composed by Cynthia

©

I'm glad to see you here! Thank you for reading the poem I would appreciate knowing what your thought are on this weeks poem. Thank you and have a wonderful weekend

✿ڰۣ❤In Loving Light from the Fairy Lady❤ڰۣ✿