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forest-winter-faeryAs I was journaling yesterday a Faery Forest Princess strolled onto my pages, read these Faery words to hear what she has to say:

I’ve been hiding a long time, a very long time because the human business has just been ticking along, running away with itself, running itself into the ground.

Oh, so how old are you?

Faery Folk don’t count the years, we don’t age you see so there isn’t much point.

Why do you want to speak now?

Because someone finally asked and took notice.

What is it that you want to say?

Look up, Sit up, Stand tall if you must. Free your hands of devices and small children. BREATHE.

stream faery dreamSense into what is happening. Remember that sense.

Yes, that one. The one that you turn off most of the time.

Well TURN the DAMN thing on!

It doesn’t run on batteries you know, it runs on you.

Where has your zest gone? Where did/does your time go?

Turn that sense ON and wake up.

What sense? Non-sense?

Listen, you are the Non-sense around here. So shut-up, free your attention, tune in to your world right now.

Not the stuff in your head, the shopping list or stuff you forgot to do or should have said. The stuff that is so close you can sense it. The magical stuff that is so close you can sense it. Those ideas that are flying in your aura just outside your head, the wonderful words that are on the tip of your tongue, the beautiful feeling of love that awaits you if you were to just open your heart a little bit more. It’s all here (there) within your grasp if you pause just enough to let it all spill out and over and into you.

jackrabbitListen to the Faery whispers that are almost within earshot, the murmurs of the trees as they sing their love for you, the honouring of the wind as he ruffles your hair. And beyond the synthetic fragrance that you adorn yourself with, tune into your sense of smell. What lies underneath the overly scented and sanitised world that you inhabit?

Can you, have you, ever smelt the scent of rain on morning grass, the scent of fresh earth beneath your feet, the sweetness of trees in bloom… Oh yes I forgot, you did that once when you were camping…all those summers ago.

What touches you that is actually real? That actually has real meaning, that punctures your heart wtih a strong, urgent, warm melting sensation that overrides everything and becomes your driving force?

Not sure? Haven’t really found it?

Open your senses to find it? You won’t find it in distraction and carry on. It can only be found when you drop the facade and be still.

Open your eyes, ears, nose, mouth and then you can truly be touched.

What do your eyes really see beneath everyone’s facades? Do they see anything real at all? Aren’t you just seeing what your brain tells you anyway?

Well, start telling your brain a different story. For this world is beautiful, it does shine and it is alive with magick. Begin to open and see the dream you live in and CREATE A NEW DREAM.

Imagine that!

Faery Lustre

How to give thanks to the Faery Folk, Keepers of the Imaginery Realms

Take a walk on a bright day, follow your heart to where it wants to go

Trust that your feet will take you there

Keep your eyes, ears and nose open to whispers, glimmers and odd smelly things (indications that Faery is afoot)

Sing if you must and dance (we love that)

When you come across a place that glimmers with a sort of Faery lustre,

Spend a moment enjoying and admiring our handiwork

Leave us a song, a poem, some flowers or maybe even some chocolate (yum) in thanks,

Tell your friends the Faeries are in town and we will love them too.

Thank YOU

Amara (Amarinda to friends)