The Faerie Folk are our ancestors.

The Faerie Folk never died out.

The Faeries Faith never died.

For Faeries are immortal Beings.

 

Our lands were held Sacred to us,

    for all life is Sacred.

 

Our stories speak of the stories we lived.

Our stories are alive as we still live.

Our stories are alive in our imaginations.

Our imaginations are as free as our stories.

{ infant~a~size - stores of the Little People }

 

Our Stories tell of the Coming of Mortal man

    to the Land of Eternal Youth.

            Tir na nOg

 

Our Land was our Heaven on Earth

    and we lived as Angels in Heaven.

 

We wrote no histories of War and Conquest.

We sculpted landscapes to mirror the stars.

 

We bought Heaven to Earth

in Sacred Union

for our wisdom bought all

Rest in Peace.

 

We still Live.

 

Tribes of Mortal men came to our shores

    in waves and waves of invasion.

 

Wee offered to share in Peace

    but the minds of man are Mortal

and bound beyond Reason to choose Death.

 

And so wee remain Immortal none~the~less.

 

 

It is the Mind of Man that makes him Mortal.

 For Mortal Man believes his body is his Life.

 

A city man who has never ever been in a forest

    will not see or hear the stillness of the deer

    however far or near

because he does not know how

    to listen or to look.

 

He looks for what he has always seen

    and so he is bewildered

    by noises unfamiliar

    by the lack of straight lines

    or traffic lights or neon signs.

 

The Mortal Mind does not see

    what it does not look for.

 

And so, wee did not hide

    our Immortal Realm of Faerie

    but wee had to be wary

    not to step on Mortal soil

    not to fall into their Mortal coil.

 

 

So humans came on wooden ships

    and Death hung hungry on their lips

    and swords swung sharply on their hips

    and slaves suffered savage

    lashings of leather whips

 

They built their wooden forts

    and fought among themselves

    and the more they killed

    their enemies bodies and claimed

    victory drenched in blood

    the more their bodies grew anew

    for the wages of war are more.

 

Our Stories tell of the Faeries folk lore

    of the crossing over and between Worlds

    of Faerie noble beings of immense beauty

    appearing in the Mortal World

        playing chess

        playing music

        playing magic tricks.

 

The Faerie Folk are our Ancestors.

 

Yet have wee fair folk become Mortal ?

 

Is Eternal Life a mere memory now ?

 

if this can be so,

    can you tell me how ?

 

 

A veil of forget fullness

    is a Veil of Separation.

 

The Immortal Realm is invisible

    to the Mortal eye.

 

The meta physical is beyond body.

 

    a dot cannot see

        the length of a line

 

    and a line cannot see

        the depth of a sphere

 

    and a sphere cannot see

        the outer limits of Time and Space.

 

The body cannot see the Spirit.

 

Bodies can only see bodies

    for the Mortal Realm is in~form~at~ion

 

Can a bacteria see a human face ?

 

Can a human see the face of God ?

 

Can a dog see the stars in Heaven ?

 

Can a drop of rain see the sea ?

 

Can a Body see the Mind of Humanity ?

 

Can the dead see the living ?

 

 

 

The Faerie Folk are our ancestors,

our lives are in~scribed in the Landscape.

 

Our Immortality etched in stone.

 

Our Sacred spaces celebrate Eternity.

 

Bodies may die and be reborn

    as the seeds of the wheat

        of our bread wee eat.

 

Yet the Soul lives Eternal

    and Immortal eyes are not fooled by flesh.

 

When we go to our Sacred places

    wee remember fullness

    wee pierce the veil of forget fullness.

 

The Immortal Realm becomes visible

    and wee see the outer limits

        of Time and Space.

 

The imagination ignites Vision

    and the oneness of Truth

        is revealed

    in the Eternal Land of Youth

 

    all of Heaven shining Light

        in day or night

 

Uni Verse all song bless sings

 

Uni Verse all Love has wings.

 

 

The Faerie Folk cannot attack.

It makes no sense.

Even in self defence ~ it's wrong.

For he who needs attack suffers lack.

 

Eternal Truth is not changed by Man.

Yet the folly of Man is that he thinks he can.

 

These days, he says "Man made climate change".

 

Are the Immortal Faerie Realms affected

    by "Man made climate change" ?

 

Are the stars in Heaven affected

    by night~time on Earth ?

 

Wee see what wee look at

    in the way that wee look.

 

The Humans look troubled and con~fused.

 

Fooled by the body

    their Mind is ruled by money.

 

The "cost of Living"

    is losing your Life.

 

The Veil of Separation is she eps wool

    pulled over physical eyes.

 

 

Seeing is believing

    close your eyes and lose belief.

 

The modern mortal mind is a maze.

 

The flat screen has pro~grammed

    death~belief.

 

The Faerie Realm is Immortal still

    still playing chess and music

    still dancing and rejoicing

    enjoying jams in Eternal Youth.

 

Yet the human world is growing old

    facing death before re~birth

 

Belief in death brings Death.

 

 

There is a Vision among the Faerie Folk

 

A Vision of return to our true nature

 

A time when Time has run its course

 

An inner voice whispers wisdom :

 

    leave this human world

    return to The Faerie Realm

    leave time and leave mortality

    leave the money~mind of modern man

 

    to be human is to be a monster

    alive in body and yet not Living

 

 

Faeries have no fear of death

    for the body only appears in the Mind

 

The mortal world is only a play~ground

    never a battle~ground.

 

When Faerie Folk Gather, wee play act

    wee sing, wee share, wee tidy.

 

When wee gather round a fire place

    Wee sing our songs to the stars

 

When wee gather, no one is left out

    and the Stranger is welcomed in

 

What belongs to one belongs to all

    for who could own a fire as his own ?

 

In the modern world it seems

    wee have become out~numbered

                      out~cast

                      out~lawed

                      out~siders

 

For the human world has banished Phi re

    the fire from the home has vanished

    the appetite for freedom is famished

    the Spirit from the Soul is vanquished

 

 

When wee gather together, our ways come

    naturally into harmony

because our Minds are not separate

    our intuitions are aligned

    synchronicities are our stepping stones

    our intentions guide our purpose

 

All Life is alive

 

Harmony is Nature's Bless Sing ~ enchantment ~

 

Delightful Beings see Light in Being

 

Loving Beings see reason to Love

 

In Love's Nature there are no Rights

                        privileges

                        no wrongs

                        no sins

                        no ownership

                        no laws

                        no punishment

                        no revenge

                        no murder

                        no lies

                        no death

                        no profit

                        no waste

                        no war

                        no want

                        no fear

 

in Love

time is

a mirror

ball bubble

a play ground

of illusion

a theatre

of costume

players

in a play

 

 

To write a True Story is a Sacred Act

 

A True Story can not be made up

 

    for Truth is received from Truth

 

In a Sacred Manner only because

 

    Truth resonates only with Truth.

 

 

This book is being written to share

    because the story of the human world

    tells a history that does not resonate

    in Truth.

 

A story which is almost TRUE

    is none~the~less FALSE.

 

To take even a tiny sentence of Truth

    out of a story

    is to make the story un~true

    that is to say False.

 

History is guilty

    of omitting the underside of oversight

    of committing perjury before the jury

    in fear of fury of the perpetrators

    and instigators of fouling fair play.

 

Historically, Facts are based on Fear

 

Magically speaking, Stories are based on Faeries

 

                I mage i nations

 

A Fact is un~True

    a spit~fragment of isolation

        contrary to the flow

            of magic~all imagination.