MUSE...IC! Be creative and leave your original music here.

Tír na nÓg - Message Board: Muse - Inspired by the Tír: MUSE...IC! Be creative and leave your original music here.
Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Tao on Friday, June 4, 1999 - 09:39 pm:

I did not want to intrude on Ceribrid's poetry with my music...here is a song that just came today for Jarlytha. You may not hear the music itself, but you can feel the message of the words...

SHATTERED!

SHATTERED! My hopes were shattered just today...
SHATTERED! My hopes were vanished to decay...
How long can I continue on this way?
How long can I be strong today?
What does it matter...that you walked away today?
What does it matter...you shattered lives along the way?
How long can I continue on this way?
How long before I break...oh who can say?
Oh who can say...oh who can say...oh who can say?
I'm SHATTERED!

SHATTERED! My life in pieces, disarray...
SHATTERED! The mirror of love broke today.
How long...Will you run away and stay?
How long...Will you be back again some day?
What does it matter...that you just walked away today?
What does it matter...you shattered lives along the way?
How long...can I continue on this way?
How long...before I break oh who can say?
Oh who can say? Oh who can say? Oh who can say?
BECAUSE I'M SHATTERED!


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Themightyfionn on Saturday, June 5, 1999 - 03:04 am:

*sings* Where oh where were you lastnight, Why did you leave me here all alone, Well I searched the world over and thought I found TRUE LOVE..... But you met another and *bflghrp* You was gone.


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Themightyfionn on Saturday, June 5, 1999 - 03:07 am:

Or how about this one by Mr. Neil Young.... "it's so hard for me now but I'll make it some how, though I know I'll never be the same, won't you ever change your ways. Cause it's so hard to make love pay when your on the losin end....."


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Themightyfionn on Saturday, June 5, 1999 - 03:13 am:

On second thought thats a Losers Song. How bout somethin more lively like... Boom Chaka Laka laka, Boom Chaka Laka laka, I like pork and I like lamb, pizza with anchovies, are great for double movies. How's that? Great Stuff aye? I KNOW, I KNOW DON"T ALL APPLAUD NOW !!! I ain't finished I've Only just begun !! *ROTFLMAO* I tink I'm gone mad !!


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Guest on Saturday, June 5, 1999 - 11:48 am:

i thank ye fer the song , love... it fits me perfectly...
love, jarlytha


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Tao on Saturday, June 5, 1999 - 11:59 am:

L@ Mighty Fionn...now I expected pegs to sing but I forgot about what happens when one is under the influence...of Muse-ic! The little faeries and sprites just take hold here and tickle the creativity. *G* Is your puter in the shower or what? *LOL* Just have fun here with all Muse-ic!


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Tao on Thursday, June 10, 1999 - 07:50 am:

Written for another friend...19 May 1997

I'VE BEEN TO FANTASY ISLAND

Oh, I've been to fantasy island where our dreams all should come true.
And I've waited with expectations and the promise of loving you.
Now I'm back here in the present and I've learned what not to do.
I've lost my trust and expectations in a fantasy centered on you.
I'm gonna be the best that I ever could be,
I'm gonna strive for strength and love eternally,
and if I find somehow that my dreams were all true...then I know I can...honestly love you!


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Lacie on Thursday, June 17, 1999 - 03:49 pm:

knows TAO


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Tao on Wednesday, June 30, 1999 - 07:47 pm:

Here is one in honor of my Tir guests as they hit the road today after a fine gathering at my home. *S*

Oh, I can't get you outta my mind...
No I can't get you outta my mind.
I'm trying so hard you see,
It's something I can't do,
Must mean that we must talk
And see these things through...

Oh, o-oh, I just can't get you outta my mind,
Your feet are tired running all of the time.
If I see you again,
I will talk to you then,
Take a load off your feet
So we can truly meet.

Oh, o-oh,I just can't get you outta my mind...
No I can't get you outta mind.
I can't get you outta my mind,
Oh no, I can't get you outta my mi-ind....

(Interlude)

Oh, my foolish heart it cries out,
In the depths of sorrow.
Crying for completion,
From the depths of love.

Time is ticking, oh so slowly,
When I'm waiting, will love come fully?
Oh...my heart it sorrows for you,
Lost, in the depths of time.
Will you recognize me,
From another time.

Oh, my foolish heart it cries,
From the depths of sorrow,
Crying for my love,
Let me comfort you.

Time is ticking, oh so slowly,
While I'm waiting, love grows holy,
Oh, my heart it sorrows for you,
Lost, in the depths of time.
Will you recognize me,
From another time?

Now, my foolish heart still cries,
In the depths of sorrow.
Crying for my love,
Let me comfort you.

Time will tell me, if you love me,
While I'm waiting, love comes slowly.
Oh, my heart it sorrows for you,
Lost, in the depths of time.
Will you recognize me,
From another time?

Time is ticking, oh so slowly,
While I'm waiting, loves comes slowly.
Time is ticking, oh so slowly,
Loves comes slowly, from another time!

The best gatherings of Tir friends are the ones that weren't planned but simply happened! May my friends find joy and happiness in their individual pursuits and in the music we shared!


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Guest on Friday, July 2, 1999 - 08:53 pm:

I'm thinking about a girl who made me laugh
She made me laugh till I cried
We walked as we talked
And we must have walked miles
On the grass off the path
A marathon of smiles
I'm thinking about a girl who made me laugh
She made me laugh till I cried


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Themightyfionn on Saturday, July 3, 1999 - 12:04 am:

*sings* I am stuck on Band-Aid brand cause Band-Aid's stuck on me..... *grins*


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Tao on Saturday, July 3, 1999 - 04:02 am:

Be careful when ye RIPS that Band-Aid OFF Fionn...
it is in a KIND-o' a hairy place *Get yer mind outta the gutter* I meant over yer heart! Keep singing...an grinnin...an just being you. THE MIGHTY FIONN...BIGHEART!

*In the script I will be writing for an Irish history of The Mighty Fionn, RIP-OFF from Braveheart, ye will NOT get to moon the enemy! Our proud sponsors, however, are Rear na nOg an Band-Aid bandages. They used a few in Braveheart to cover the holes the arrows left in the arses! LMband-aidAO!!!

And to my guest...I love your song! People usually make me laugh till I wet me pants! ROTFWMP...rolling on the floor wetting me pants. *G* Thank you for your contribution to Muse-ic.


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Themightyfionn on Monday, July 5, 1999 - 01:28 pm:

*humbly ackowledges a message in the GUESTS song* Yes TAO, isn't it a nice but somewhat sorrowful song? *weak smile*


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Tao on Monday, July 12, 1999 - 12:23 pm:

This song I just wrote is dedicated to my friend Liam and his beloved Juliette~~~

Tune: My Variation of "Greensleeves"

TRUE LOVE

True Love, true love is from the heart,
It warms the souls of those who know
A dream, a dream, a sacred dream
Of love, that will know...no woe.

Thanks for the love you give to me,
Oh thanks for the blessing of knowing thee.
Thanks for the knowing that we'll be one
As you begin life...with me.

Two souls, two souls, are merged as one,
We drink to the love that they will know.
A peace, a peace, upon our land,
Two souls, entwined, will go.

Peace be upon you throughout our land,
We drink of life with cup in hand.
Strengthen our values and do what is right,
Our noble birth...is at hand!

The dreams, the dreams, of a peaceful land,
Are worthy of love and times own sands.
We're reaching for our destiny
Of the noble souls born...in loving hands.

Thanks for the love you give to me,
Oh thanks for the blessing of knowing thee.
Thanks for the knowing that we are one,
A true love, my wife...with me.

~~~
May this fill your heart with the blessings of true love!


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Tao on Friday, August 6, 1999 - 07:35 am:

Happy Birthday Wundamom! This music will be part of an upcoming episode of "The Winds of War Blow..." and I will be writing words to the traditional music "Dance Dame Jolie". I just hafta dance when I hear that happy music! It will also be a part of the story...if I can figure out how to put me ideas on a puter screen. *G* Oh...Helena is in for some stormy turmoil with Jani and without giving away the next episode...here is the song written for Wundamom! *Hugz!*
LOVE

Love is like an angry foe,
Tossing all in love to and fro.
Still it captures a broken heart,
Mending every little part.
Love becomes a stormy sea,
Love will temper every angry sea.

(Interlude)
Oh, my heart it sorrows for you,
Lost, in the depths of time.
Will you recognize me,
From another time?

Love, is healing all broken hearts,
Love, we give you our angry hearts.
Still, it captures a broken heart,
Mending every little part.
Love is washing completely,
Love will temper the angry seas.

(Interlude two parts in unison)
Oh, my heart it sorrows for you,/ Love, becomes a stormy sea,
Lost, in the depths of time./Love, will temper the angry sea...
Will you recognize me,/Love, becomes a stormy sea,
From another time?/Love, will temper the angry sea...

Love, becomes a stormy sea,
Love, will temper the angry sea...(fade)


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Tao on Thursday, September 23, 1999 - 02:01 am:

CELEBRATE!
(Sing to "Kemp's Jig")

Time is standing still until our hearts have learned life's lesson,
Celebrate our being here, our own divine creation,
Time is standing for us, so we feel its power fully,
Measuring accomplishments, time tells us how we're doing.

(CHORUS)
One life, our time, wanting to know,
One life, our time, shows how we must go...
Laughing and learning as we go along,
Happy and singing our beautiful songs...we'll know.

Now we're dancing to life's lessons, celebrate our being!
Choose to serve another who in life our help is needing,
Stop and feel the power of a friend who shares his being,
Celebrate our being here to help another being.

(REPEAT CHORUS)

Time is standing, we are learning, celebrate our being!
Time is standing, friends we're helping, help another being.
Time is standing, we are learning, celebrate our being!
Time is standing, friends we're helping, help another be...


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Mstree on Wednesday, October 6, 1999 - 09:25 pm:

Still working on "The Winds of War Blow..." I will post it when I am able as I keep getting music that goes with the story. I will start Part Two and it will be in a new conversation under Muse.

This song will give you some idea of what will be happening to Helena as I introduce a very jealous character. Things are really going to change in Jani's life as well. In the Greenwich Meantime...stay tuned for the upcoming segment!
~~~

GOING DOWN...

My heart is pounding, going down!
My lungs are burning, going down!
Struggling so hard, I can't see...
My heart is wrapped in pain, oh I want to be set free!
Struggling so hard I can't breathe...
I'm fighting for my life, can this really be?

Why...I'm asking? I can't see,
My heart unlocks the answer with its key,
Burning, wanting air to breathe...
The answer is unlocked for me...
I see...
No need...
To breathe.

The answer comes, I am so free!
I do not want what cannot be!
Suffering comes from wanting...
The very things in life and considering
Choices not existing...
I realize this and I am set free!

Peace and comfort inside me,
The struggling ends at once, I am set free!
No more pain I am set free!
I see the light and am set free...
To be...
I am...
Set free.

Yearning for the light so bright!
I'm going to the light so bright!
To my home eternally,
My heart is filled with love and felicity.
Traveling so fast I can see,
His light forever burns through Eternity!
In His light I finally see,
His light forever burns through Eternity!
Oh I know...
I know...
I know...
I know...
I KNOW!


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Mstree on Tuesday, October 12, 1999 - 12:05 am:

Due to a conflict of interests, Mstree will no longer be posting her story "The Winds of War Blow..." on this message board.

This story will be published but not at this site. All publishing rights to Mstree's story have been reserved and protected by legal ownership of publisher. Publisher reserves the right to publish the story as it has been written and posted on the Tir Message Board.


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Lacie on Tuesday, October 12, 1999 - 11:05 am:

CONGRATULATIONS Mstree !!


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Mstree on Wednesday, October 13, 1999 - 06:03 am:

Thanks lacie! It will take a tremendous amount of work to actually publish this story. I am still researching some things for part two. This is a new experiment in publishing and will be interesting to see how I pull this off.


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Tao on Friday, October 15, 1999 - 08:12 pm:

To Zephyr...from my heart to yours. *S*

~A Mother's Prayer~

(Mother)
Please bless this child so pure and gentle,
A sweet embrace, I hold you tight,
Until a time when you will walk,
Upon your own with love and light.

Please bless this child so pure and simple,
A babe in arms, who cannot talk,
But hears the angels whisper sweetly,
And Heaven's power they will unlock.

(Child)
Oh dearest mother, can't you see?
I love you so, your helpless babe,
I'm here to teach about life's lessons,
Please hold me close, your helpless babe.

I need to show the way to find,
Why I was born into time,
The angels whisper sweetly to me,
Please hear me mother, will you try?
~Angelic Interlude~

(Mother)
My heart is stirring deep inside,
A memory of another time,
I made this promise to you,
To let you walk here in time.

I love your eyes they're speaking to me,
A vision of what you will be,
My heart is aching for my baby,
Dear child of mine, can you see?

(Child)
Oh yes, my mother, this I knew,
The things for which I came to do,
My life will be hard, needing to
Stand upright in my purpose true.

I'll help the fallen ones, bent so low,
The peace in knowing about time,
It's hard I know but I must go,
Onto my purpose locked inside.
~Angelic Interlude~

(Mother)
I hear the angels whispering,
They sing their praises to your name,
Trust in their love and what they're whispering,
For then you'll know why you came.

I love your eyes, they're speaking to me,
A vision of what you will be,
My heart is aching for my baby,
Dear child of mine, can you see?

(Child)
I'll help the fallen ones to find,
The peace in knowing about time,
It's hard I know but I will go,
Onto my purpose locked inside.

I hear the angels softly singing,
Rejoicing in my holy name,
Trust in my love and what they're singing,
For then you'll know why I came.
~Angelic Interlude~

(Mother)
I rock my babe, eyes close in sleep,
The vision closes once again,
A former time forgotten slowly,
My babe I love you and til then,

Please bless this child so pure and simple,
A babe in arms who cannot talk,
But hears the angels whisper sweetly,
And Heaven's power He will unlock.
~Angelic Interlude~


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Guest on Wednesday, April 19, 2000 - 08:11 pm:

SONG OF FORBIDDEN LOVE
BY KEATH

MUSICAL INTRODUCTION

(FEMALE PART)
LOVE, FORBIDDEN FRUIT OF THE HEART,
THE TENDERNESS WITHIN ME,
FORBIDDEN LOVE, OF MY HEART, COME BE WITH ME.

LOVE, I'LL TREASURE YOUR EVERY WORD,
THE SWEETEST OF MEMORIES,
FORBIDDEN LOVE, POETRY, IT STARTS WITH THEE.

(CHORUS)
LET ME WHISPER SOFTLY IN YOUR EAR,
COME TO ME, MY LOVE, I WANT YOU NEAR,
PRESS YOUR LIPS TO MINE, A KISS SO DEAR,
OH, FORBIDDEN LOVE, SO DEAR!

ONE MORE TIME BEFORE I HAVE TO GO,
TASTE FORBIDDEN FRUIT, SO YOU WILL KNOW,
PART OF ME, I LEAVE THE MEMORY,
OF FORBIDDEN LOVE, MY LOVE.

(FEMALE PART)
LOVE, PLEASE STRENGTHEN OUR BONDS OF TRUST,
REMEMBER THE TIMES, MY LOVE,
WHEN SHARING THE SPECIAL TRUST, WITH GOD ABOVE.

LOVE, IN TIME WE WILL KNOW ALL THINGS,
THE REALITY OF OUR DREAMS,
ENDURING ALL LIFE MUST BRING.


COMMENTS: FORBIDDEN LOVE? IT SOUNDS SO GOOD! ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS LOOK AROUND YOU AND SEE THAT FORBIDDEN LOVE BRINGS HAPPINESS TO EVERYONE INVOLVED, INCLUDING FAMILY AND NEIGHBORS. WHAT WOULD THE NEIGHBORS HAVE TO TALK ABOUT OTHERWISE? THE WEATHER?


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Tao on Monday, July 3, 2000 - 08:57 am:

A NOBLE TRIBUTE TO ‘SIR BRIAN’ from me, myself and Malauna Mstree. I wanted to share the words of a song that express the kind of friend Brian Walsh is to many others. His kindness and mentoring mingled with inspired wisdom and his quick wit are so deeply appreciated!

If you have not experienced the music of Michael McLean, you need to do so as he is truly gifted and has been a tremendous inspiration to the stories and music of ~Mstree Moments~ that are continually being created and shared online and privately with many individuals.

BE THAT FRIEND
MICHAEL McLEAN
COPYRIGHT 1986 by Shining Star Music (ASCAP)

Well, your friends know what’s right,
and your friends know what’s wrong
and your friends all know some times
it’s hard to choose.

But the friend who helps you see
where the choices will lead
is the kind of friend
you never want to lose.

It’s that friend who leads with love,
doesn’t push doesn’t shove,
just reminds you of the truth
you’ve always known.

Then does more than just talk,
takes your hand and starts to walk
by your side along the road
that leads back home.

And this friend seems to see
all the great things you’ll be
even when some things
you do would prove him wrong;

But he always believes
that the real you he sees
is a champion
he’s simply cheering on.

And the love that you feel
from a friend that’s this real
is as powerful
as anything on earth.

For it lifts and it grows
and it strenghtens and it flows
it’s what allows a soul to feel
just what they’re worth.

So many lonely souls are calling
and our brightest stars would not be falling
if only they had a friend
a real friend.

Every one hopes to find
one true friend who’s the kind
they can count on
for forever and a day.

Be that friend, be that kind
that you’ve prayed you might find,
and you’ll always have
a best friend come what may.


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Lacie on Monday, July 3, 2000 - 12:44 pm:

Sir Brian???? *shock horror* .. sheesh ... isn't that an English (and colonies *hangs head*) thaaaaaaaaaaang??

NOW I know why he wears robes!! *grin*


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Accasbel on Tuesday, July 4, 2000 - 12:13 pm:

This Sir Brian sounds like one hell of a guy.
(Robes or not)

Ah shore would like ta shake his han'


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Lacie on Tuesday, July 4, 2000 - 12:21 pm:

trust me, Accasbel ... he is *wink* Robes or no robes .........

(nothin' like a bit-a-scandle to liven things up *L*)


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Lacie on Wednesday, July 5, 2000 - 02:12 pm:

Jaysus!! this place is definitely getting a bit 'on the anally retentive side of funny' if there is no response to this *LMAO* .. pardon the pun.

my, my, my ... *sigh*


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Tao on Wednesday, July 5, 2000 - 08:31 pm:

*Watching 'Sir Brian' disrobe for Lacie* I told you he was a real friend...and by the way, I am very good at giving the annually retentive their suppose-it-theory if Lacie is a bit squeamish. I have taken care of many a constipated smile in my day as I would not want one straining themselves. NOW LET'S NOT HAVE A HEMORRHOID FLAREUP, OKAY? *stretching the latex-ent thoughts of others in preparation of prodding deeply vain imaginings* Accasbel may want to check where the hand has been before shaking...LMANNUALLYRETENTIVEAO!

*Extending hand to Accasbel in pun* Sometimes ya literally have ta pull the whole head out ta take care of the prob.

Lacie...saucy...perfectly saucy and needed the laugh today! Uh...was that one of those AUSSie-burnin sauces ya barbeque with?

Yeah...that 'Sir Brian' is one hell of a guy...NO-BLESSED and all. *giggling* Would you please put the robes back on, 'Sir Brian'? Or were we going to celebrate the Ceremony of Cakes and Ale that was planned and the Esbat Celebration? Ohhhh...very nice Esbat 'Sir Brian'! On second thought...maybe robes are not appropriate?

Sheesh...certainly cheapened the Noble tribute to 'Sir Brian', didn't I? Oh well...what are REAL FRIENDS for?


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Tao on Thursday, August 31, 2000 - 07:12 am:

Ever wake up hearing music and lyrics? Well...that keeps happening to me so I just sit at my piano and record what I have. Then I go bonkers adding tracks and experimenting. This is just a rough version...I am a bit tired and need to sleep occasionally so I will leave the words for every 'penny from heaven' that I have found at Tir. So many good people who have shared so much with me!


PENNIES FROM HEAVEN

When my pockets feel so empty,
And my heart is breaking slowly,
Heaven opens its windows fully,
And pours out pennies from heaven upon me.

Oh my friends are like pennies from Heaven,
Never knowing what I may find,
What heaven fully imparts to me,
Friendships of the eternal kind.

Oh how can I receive it?
My pockets full of friendships?
The pennies from Heaven,
Sent to me from up on high.

Giving me its richest treasures,
Lasting friendships here in time,
Walking through my life with friendships,
Friendship of the eternal kind.
(CHORUS)
Oh...my life...so blessed...with friends!
Friends...so rich...in blessings...from Heaven!

*Warmest thoughts as I jingle the pennies in my pocket that the Innkeeper allows me to keep from the Inn*


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Calypsopoet on Thursday, August 31, 2000 - 08:35 pm:

I hear music all the time. I dream. During the day my mind is full of song


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Calypsopoet on Thursday, August 31, 2000 - 08:42 pm:

I hear music all the time. I dream. During the day my mind is full of song


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Tao on Thursday, August 31, 2000 - 10:54 pm:

Twice blessed, Calypsopoet! May the world be filled with your dreams and mindful of the songs in your mind! *Hugz!*


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Tao on Saturday, October 21, 2000 - 09:44 pm:

A Halloween greeting to all as you gather in Tir na nOg, forever youthful and happy and celebrate...

~Eve Of Samhainn...~ *

The candles flickered in the hanging lamps as an eerie gust of cold wind rushed through the Inn. The front door had blown open even though it had personally been bolted shut by Accasbel himself. The old Innkeeper pulled a cape tightly about his shoulders and slammed the door closed. With shaking hands he once again bolted the door tightly shut.

Huddled over the coals of his fire he stirred to bring them back to life. The glowing embers mocked him and the warmth died as the embers turned a dead pixie cold. He looked puzzled a moment and wondered why he still felt a damp chill throughout his bones. It was the eve of Samhainn and there had not been even one stranger wander along the road to seek a room at the Inn.

His evening meal had been a meager bracken with sea weed he had managed to gather along the shore, boiled in sea water. The Inn had fallen on hard times and he was alone without family or company, not even a lone dog to lick the sores on his feet. His heart sorrowed deeply and a single tear trickled, then dropped from his cheek as he looked into the lifeless fireplace.

The tear hissed as it hit a coal and a strange myst pervaded the Inn. Accasbel drew back in surprise as a beautiful Pixie arose from the ashes. She smiled gleefully at the Innkeeper and gold and silver sparkles flashed about her. She reached into the coals pulling out his single teardrop, now a precious pearl of great price, and handed it to him.

As the precious pearl touched his hand a deep warmth and cheer swept throughout his body. The fire leaped and danced as its radiant glow filled the empty Inn. He looked about and the entire Inn had been transformed into a comfortable and glowing abode for the weary.

He studied the Fire Pixie and saw the red highlights dance upon her long strawberry blonde hair. Her green eyes sparkled mischieviously as her delicate wings opened and she lightly buzzed beside his ear to whisper to him.

"Beware...beware...beware that ye always listen to the whisperings o' yer own heartwish fer it be wrong to listen to the philosophies o' mankind mingled w' truth!"

Accasbel felt a chill go through his heart like a cold knife as a warning to know when something was not right. The beautiful Pixie continued to whisper, "Hold to the precious pearl o' great price fer it be full o' the greatest wisdom and visions. If ye e'er turn away yer Heartwish, ye be doomed to darkness an gloom fore'er mourning."

The beautiful Fire Pixie smiled gleefully again and vanished quickly as he heard a loud crack and pop from the dancing fire. He stared transfixed a very long time into the bright, cheery fire pondering what had happened to him. Was he simply dreaming all of this?

Accasbel was suddenly jolted back to present time as the door blew open once again. He felt a warm glow in his hand and opened it to find the precious pearl of great price. A feeling came over him and he sensed the presence of the Fey in the room with him. There was no fear in his heart, only a deep longing and heartwish for a companion to fill his heart.

The air was warm and soothing and he felt drawn outside the Inn. He gasped in amazement at the surroundings as they stood transfixed as in another time and place. Beautiful greenery and flowers everywhere. The sweet scent of roses tantalized his nose and the longing deepened.

Accasbel walked along the shore until he fell into a dark myst. Where had this come from? His heart started to beat rapidly and sweat beaded upon his brow. His heart drew him on. He stopped abruptly and looked upon the crumpled form at his feet.

Her skin was as white as new driven snow and her long, dark hair clung to her lifeless form. She bore a look of nobility in her countenance and his heart ached with the realization that she was so young and fair and he so old, gray and balding and thin in stature.

Accasbel kneeled down and felt for a pulse. There was no breath from her lips, no pulse to warm her lifeless form. He wondered now about stories he had heard of those who had mistakenly been buried alive while in a catatonic state. He shuddered at the thought of himself trapped in a dark coffin, scratching until the flesh was gone from his fingers, unable to escape the irony of awaking to imminent doom.

He gently lifted her away from the edge of the rocky shoal and gathered her tightly in his arms. The water lapped loudly and he felt a soothing warmth go through his body. He stopped in dismay as he realized that the dark myst was now gone.

Carrying her into the Inn, he lovingly laid her upon a richly woven tapestry carpet on the floor before the fireplace. He bent over to examine her face closely in the flickering light and sighed deeply. His heart felt as though it would burst as he exclaimed, "Oh dearest Heartwish...me love and me life! How thy beauty doth bring desire to me heart for so long have I desired companionship!"

The fragrance of roses permeated the air and he bent over to kiss her soft, delicate lips. His eyes closed momentarily and he felt a great flash of light. Opening his eyes suddenly he realized that he was no longer an old man; his hair and beard full and dark, his frame solid and muscular as it had been in his youth. A smile spread across his face.

"Oh thou art but an apparition an I ha' met me doom! Tis but the crone o' Tir na nOg whom I kiss!" He once again closed his eyes tightly then opened them slowly. He was still young and handsome. He looked again at his Heartwish and saw for the first time that her body was misshapen.

Accasbel put forth his hands to unfasten her wet clothing but a deep shock zapped his hand and left a stinging and burning sensation. Her eyes opened as she coughed lightly. He sat afraid to move or say anything to her.

"Please do not e'er remove me garments," she said. "Any soul who tries to remove these garments from me body will die instantly."

Accasbel wondered at her words as his hand still tingled and burned. He had many questions in his heart about her. "Kind sir, would thou please build up thy fire that I might dry and warm meself?" He quickly stirred the fire and added several logs. There was something about her...she intrigued him deeply.

~Heartwish Desire...~

Accasbel had only a bit of broth left from the boiled bracken and seaweed. He knew that she would be hungry and he went to warm a cup for his Heartwish. He was surprised to see a thick, rich stew bubbling in a pot upon the cooking fire. He ladled two bowls and poured from the water pitcher two cups of the finest and sweetest nectar he had ever held to his nose. No wine could compare to this rare drink.

Walking back to his Heartwish he saw her sitting up and combing her long tresses. He watched her pull something from the folds of her garments and place it upon her forehead. He realized that she wore a very fine silver Niam-Lann with a dazzling blue topaz in the center surrounded by clear crystalline gems like clear ice. Multi-pastel hues danced and bounced from the precious jewels. Looking closer he noticed that tiny seed pearls surrounded the blue topaz in the Niam-Lann's center.

"Kind sir, what might ye call me?" she asked. "I cannot remember anything except awakening here an I feel as though I belong here."

Accasbel placed the food and drink in front of her and replied, "Heartwish! Ye be me very own Heartwish!" She smiled gratefully and sipped at the sweet nectar.

"M'Lord? Why hast no o'ther soul been seen w'in thy Inn? Ye have the finest place fer lodging but ye lack the company o' the regs an the music!" He listened and did not speak. His eyes told her that he wanted to be alone with her to savor this moment lost in time.

"Sir Accasbel, wouldst thou tell me why I see pain an loneliness written and etched upon thy face?" Her comment stirred memories in his heart. He wondered how she could read so much when his face was youthful once again and did not hold the lines and wrinkles of hard times and the loss of his family. She reached out lovingly and took his hands in hers and looked directly into his eyes, waiting, listening.

"Ah, me Heartwish! Ye cannot be wantin to hear about me life and all that has past. It be like the waters o' me life coursin beneath the bridge o' life's experience. Once past, there be no recalling, no changin the course o' things!" He dropped his eyes to hide the pain he felt. He was startled by the shimmering wet drops as they fell upon his hands. He looked up to see the love and compassion welling inside Heartwish's eyes as the tears trickled, then fell upon his hands.

"M'Lord, I know thy story well...I know that thou hast many regrets and hast not forgiven thyself fer the past mistakes that took thy family from thee." Accasbel could no longer hold back the pain. He sobbed openly as the feelings wracked his body. Heartwish enfolded her beloved Innkeeper in her arms like a child seeking comfort and his body began to relax. She kissed him lightly upon his forehead and tucked a woolen blanket about him as she hummed a soothing tune.

Accasbel reclined upon the cushions she placed under him as they sat before the fireplace and the warmth and glow of the flames danced merrily in the room. Heartwish removed the heavy boots from Accasbel's feet and looked at the sores upon his cracked and bleeding feet. She reached into the folds of her garments and pulled a small container of a sweet balm of myrrh and frankencense. Heartwish began to rub the tired Innkeeper's feet and began to sing softly as she worked his aching feet.

Heartwish stopped singing as she heard rain falling gently upon the roof of the Inn. She looked at Accasbel and saw that he had fallen asleep. She tucked the covers around the sleeping Innkeeper and kissed him softly upon his cheek then walked to the door and unbolted it. She felt a calm, warm breeze as she stepped outside into the dark night closing the door of the Inn behind her. A smile spread upon her face.

"Zephyr?" she called out. She felt the warm breeze again then she saw him. She ran to embrace him. As she touched his black robes in the night the colours of the wind swirled about him. She loved the rain on her face and laughed at the many voices of Fey around her that she heard. She knew that the wind did not make the storm nor control it but it decided where the storm would travel and who would reap the rain, as well as who would reap the lightning or the whirlwind.

"Nantosuelta," he answered as he hugged her closely. "How is me river Goddess, me meandering stream? Has Accasbel discovered thy true identity and purpose w' him?"

"No, Zephyr! I await the time to procur the fertility spell and bring about the waters of the cauldron of rebirth. I feel the time will be soon but his heart must first be tested." She loved the rain upon her face and it stirred her heart again. "Zephyr, was it thee who opened the door o' the Inn and led Accasbel to find me?" she asked.

A deep chuckle was heard as Zephyr pulled Nantosuelta closer and whispered in her ear as a soft breeze blowing and whispering many secrets of the earth. She smiled knowingly and he vanished into a night breeze. The rain was pouring more steadily and Nantosuelta, or Heartwish as Accasbel called her, started to sing and dance in the night.

Inside the Inn Accasbel sat suddenly upright. His heart was pounding hard as he realized his Heartwish was gone. He bolted to the door throwing it open and ran out into the night rain. He heard her singing and quietly slipped up to observe her as she sang and danced on the shores of the ocean as the waves crashed gently in unison with the falling rain and her singing and dancing. He watched, intrigued with her grace and beauty. He had forgotten her misshapen body. All he saw was his Heartwish Desire. He listened as she sang...

~*~
~Heartwish Desire~

Oh I love t' be a singin'
An I know how far I've come
Because I'm happy dancin'
W' the rain gently pourin' down.
An I step in time w' nature
As I skip a happy beat
Fer me feet are moving quickly
An the ground they scarcely meet.

Like a faery sprite so lively
In the rain I flit around
W' me heart so very happy
an the joyful love I've found.
In the kindness o' me Accasbel
Me heart rejoices full and knows
The love we have is pure and so
In time we'll both know...

(CHORUS)
Love is the purest form
O'light gatherin' round us
An hope fer a brighter day it brings...
Healin' the past mistakes
A Heartwish desire
The light w'in we must embrace.

Oh I love t' be a singin'
An I know how far I've come
Because I'm happy dancin'
W' the rain gently pourin' down.
An I step in time w'nature
As me heart skips a beat
Fer me feet are moving quickly
An the ground they scarcely meet.

Like a faery sprite so lively
In the rain I flit around
W' me heart so very happy
An the joyful love I've found.
W' the kindness o' me Accasbel
Me heart rejoices full and knows
The love we have is pure and so
In time we'll both know...

(CHORUS)
Love is the purest form
O'light gatherin' round us
An hope fer a brighter day it brings...
Healin' the past mistakes
A Heartwish desire
The light w'in we must embrace.

Heartwish looked up and smiled as she saw Accasbel watching her dance and sing. She reached out for his hand and the music of Zephyr continued. He was completely enchanted by her and felt his bare feet skipping with hers in time with the music of the wind and rain. He did not feel wet or cold. He felt spirited away and so happy to be dancing with her. His heart burst into song with Heartwish as they continued to dance and sing together...

Oh we love t' be a singin'
An we know how far we've come
Because we're happy dancin'
W' the rain gently pourin' down.
An we step in time w' nature
As our hearts skip a beat
Fer our feet are moving quickly
An the ground they scarcely meet.

Like a faery sprite so lively
In the rain we flit around
W' our hearts so very happy
an the joyful love we've found.
In the kingdom o' our hearts
While we watch the hate depart
An w' light it fills the new day
W' its rays o' which we're part...

(CHORUS)
Love is the purest form
O'light gatherin' round us
An hope fer a brighter day it brings...
Healin' the past mistakes
A Heartwish desire
The light w'in we must embrace!

The wind died down, the rain softened and Accasbel drew Heartwish closely kissing her on her mouth. Tears trickled down Heartwish's cheeks and he saw the moonlight glistening upon her tears. Never had he felt so radiant, so in love, so happy and carefree!

He longed to have her fully, to have Heartwish give herself to him, but then he remembered the pain of being shocked when he had tried to unfasten her garments and her words of anyone trying to remove her clothing would be killed instantly. Fear gripped his heart. He would be content to have her with him and to hold and kiss her though he desired much more.

Heartwish pulled Accasbel towards the Inn. "We must hurry!" she said. "We will have guests this day and we must make ready to receive our company." He followed obediently and walked back into the Inn. He looked at her damp hair and clothing. He fought the urge to try to unfasten the wet clothing and laid down beside her in front of the eternal fire whose flames continued to give heat and light.

Accasbel loved Heartwish dearly but respected her wishes. "Shouldn't we be up and preparing the Inn?" he asked. "You did say that we needed to make ready to receive our guests?"

Heartwish stifled a giggle then told Accasbel to look around. He had not noticed but the smell of hot bread baking and the hearty aroma of stew bubbling was in the Inn. Fresh cloths had been placed on each of the tables and a vase of fresh white roses complimented the fare that met his eyes. Accasbel sat incredulous.

"What magic do ye work?" he asked. "Ne'er have I been so blessed to have such a bountiful outpourin upon me Inn!" Heartwish smiled and kissed Accasbel as his arms entwined about her and they fell into a deep slumber.

*Used with special permission by VBCnet.com
(This is only a partial rendering of the full volume)
ACKNOWLEDGMENT:
Special thanks to a dear Innkeeper who provided the tools and encouragement to make this a reality.


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Tao on Saturday, October 21, 2000 - 09:49 pm:

UNTIL HE COMES

Words come softly in my mind
While pondering of eternity.
Questions of my time on earth
Are running through my heart it seems...

Until He comes...
Until He comes and comforts doubts within me,
Until He comes...
Until He comes with understanding for me,
Until He comes...

Peace and comfort to my heart
When to my soul He speaks of truths
I’ve always known
Before my time of birth on earth...

Bringing light and truth
About the mortal life
I’ve served on earth...

Understanding why I struggled,
Knowledge must be earned
While here upon this earth.

Oh feeling drawn I leave this realm,
Going towards my home,
Understanding leaving earth,
Going, to my new birth.

Life is but a sleep in time,
Forgetting, we prove ourselves.
Testing for eternity,
Waiting for the hope He brings,
Resurrection, with its keys...He comes!

I am grateful for the professional tutoring and help I am receiving with this music. One of these individuals shared with me why my music is different. He shared a few points about how music was used anciently and why music is not the same today.

Ancient cultures used music to:
~~~bring peacefulness.
~~~raise consciousness and individual understanding.
~~~generate common feelings in all and appreciation of common values.
~~~dance and sing, sometimes individually, but usually together in lines and formations and circles.
~~~all the above open the way to unity of heart and mind bringing everyone to a oneness and common feelings, understanding, and belief.

Today, even at dances, the music tends to excite individual feelings that oppose cultural unity, creating an environment for selfishness (caring chiefly for oneself or one’s own interests or comfort, esp. to the point of disregarding the welfare or wishes of others).

There are those who study and research ancient cultures who have found that at least once a year the families would gather to a common place where they would line up in order of family and rank and make an accounting of themselves. The music and dancing was used as cited above to unite these cultures. It leaves one much room to think and ponder about the Celtic gatherings and places such as Drombeg Stone Circle, County Cork or Stonehenge on Salisbury Plain, England


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Tao on Wednesday, October 25, 2000 - 07:57 pm:

For some reason I have had many hidden treasures of knowledge fall into my possession. I do a great deal of research concerning my work with Genealogy as well as writing and composing my stories and music. Without explaining the inspiration behind my work, I will simply share portions of a family book, hidden away for years until a death of a friend’s grandmother. His King line has been traced back to biblical genealogies and lists David and Bathsheba as ancestors.

Why am I so interested in this book? It contains many of the same elements of my music and writing and has information recorded that has been hidden for generations, especially concerning the mathmatics of the universe. The Royal and Holy Crest of the House of Israel is shown with its symbols. Quoting: “SYMBOLS REPRESENT CONCEPTS, being pronounced according to the degree of understanding, or degree of magnification of a principle within the context of a sentence.”

I will list only two as an example but do not feel it appropriate to share the entirety of this information. Maybe it will raise a few questions? The first symbol is called “AH LISH: The first Being, Supreme Intelligence, the greatest Good, the first principle, formed in the shape of the wings of a DOVE.”

“SU E EH NI: In the beginning; the same as the first; going from a present principle of truth and relating it to a past principle of truth which are the same; The Holy Ghost bringing to the memory of the mind things that are past as they relate to the present, thus showing things as they are, have been, and will always be.”

Interesting, huh? Seems that truth is truth no matter where you find it as it never changes. Gosh...anyone want to talk quantum physics and universal math? Now onto some information that was listed and probably can be found on record in other libraries and such. I know that there is a lot of controversy on lineages and this book lists ancient as well as modern genealogies.

My interest was directed to the entry:
Children of: 052: MATTAHIAH (ZEDEKIAH), are:
Branch: 052- : Sons killed by the King of Babylon
Branch: 052- 1: A daughter who married into Spanish nobility.
Branch: 052- 2: Mulek, the only surviving son of Mattahiah (Zedekiah), who was brought across the Atlantic Ocean and landed in North America; from who descend the tribes of the North and
South American Indians.

More information is recorded here but I will jump ahead to a descendant I have always been extremely interested in:
DIRECT DESCENDANT: 053: Princess TAMAR TEPHI
Born: about 600 BC or 3400 Where: Israel Rel: daughter of 052: MATTANIAH (ZEDEKIAH)
Died: Where: Ireland
Buried: Where: Ireland

Okay skeptics who abound...can this be proven? Folklore? Family history passed down for generations? A lot of years have passed since and time hides many truths. Onto the comments...

NOTE: In the book: ANCIENT PEDIGREES, compiled by Alta H. Jacobsen, we find: Concerning the history of Mulek: The young son of King Zedekiah was taken secretly by friends, and removed from the jurisdiction of the Babylonian Ruler...One of the King’s daughters was Tamar Tephi...They fled into Egypt about 585BC or 3415, with the Prophet Jeremiah, their grandfather, and his scribe Baruch. From there they went to Spain. One of (the) Princesses married the ruler of the House of Saragossa. Continuing their journey, they went to the Isles beyond the sea. Some were shipwrecked on the north coast of Ulster in Ireland. Eochaid, a Prince of Dan-the Heremon, was crowned King of all Ireland. He fell in love with Tamar Tephi and married her. So the Royal Blood of the Princes...From Cornwall, England, part of the Isles beyond the sea, came tin for the Temple of Solomon. Later, Joseph of Aremithea, the Uncle of Jesus Christ, was a tin merchant...

NOTE: The first mention of TINNE, as a name, is found in THE IRISH PEDIGREES or THE ORIGIN AND STEM OF THE IRISH NATION, by John O’Hart, Vol #I, 941.5 D2oha published in 1829AD, on page 355. “Conacht he divided into three parts between Fiochach, Eochaidh Allat, and TINNE, son of Conragh, son of Ruadhri Mor,” (a son of Sithrich, a son of Dubh II, who was the son of Fomhar II, who was the son of Feabhardhile, who was a son of Carbre (Cathair), who was a son of Glas, who was a son of Indereach, sho was a son of Srubh, who was a son of Ros, who was a son of Dubh, who was a son of Fomhar, who was a son of Argeadmar (Argethamer), who was a son of Siorlamh, who was a son of Fionn, who was a son of Bratha, who was a son of Labhradh, who was a son of Cairbre, who was a son of Eochaidh II, who was a son of Fiacha Fionn Scothach, who was a son of Dedna, who was a son of Artrach, who was a son of Artra, who was a son of Hebric, who was a son of Heber Donn, who was a son of Ir, who was a son of Milesius of Spain.) Milesius was the father of Ir, Heremon, and Heber, from whom descend all the provincial Kings of Ulster. See: Annals of Ulster; A CHRONICLE OF IRISH AFFAIRS AD 431-1131: 1155-1541, 941.6 h2hul Vol I & II. The above mentioned Tinne married Princess Maedhbh, who was the constituted King of Conacht: Maedhbh being hereditary Queen of that Province. After many years reign, Tinne was slain by Maceacht or Monaire at Tara.

Phew! Hope I have no typos here. Spell check would take all day on these names. One more part for now as the lineage continues:

054: IRIAL FAIDH
Born: abt. 580BC or 3420 Where: Ireland
Source: THE JEWS OF IRELAND FROM EARLIEST TIMES TO THE YEAR 1910.
Faidh is Irish for a prophet, who was the 10th Monarch of Ireland. This was a very learned King; could foretell things to come; and caused much of the country to be cleared of the ancient forests. He likewise built seven royal palaces, viz., Rath Ciombaoith, Rath Coincheada, Rath Mothuig, Rath Buirioch, Rath Luachat, Rath Croicne, and Rath Boachoill. He won four remarkable battles over his enemies--Ard Inmath, at Teabtha, where Stirne, the son of Dubh, son of Fomhar, was slain; the second battle was at Teanmhuighe, against the Fomhoraice, where Eichtghe, their leader, was slain; the third was the battle of Loch Muighe, where Lugrot, the son of Moghfeibhis, was slain; and the fourth was the battle of Cuill Martho, where the four sons of Heber were defeated. Irial died in the second year after this battle, having reigned 10 years, and was buried at Magh Muagh.

I am getting computer lock jaw from all this typing...going to stop here. So much more to read and study. I think it important to raise questions about how history has been recorded and try to learn from it. If a written record is not kept, a nation perishes because there is only speculation or trying to piece together bits of information to prove what may have been. I am a record keeper. I know how important to keep good journals and records as proof in later years of things that were known long before they actually happened.


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Guest on Tuesday, December 19, 2000 - 05:59 pm:

This song is in memory of Sean, who died in Dublin as the result of an act of violence. There is a message here. The music is "Farewell to Ireland" by Timothy Brown if anyone knows more about why he wrote and dedicated this music to his father, I would like to know more about this composer. The music for these lyrics has flute and church bells...much more powerful than the written music alone.

The power of music can touch souls where nothing else will. It is the only means of those who have passed on from this life to leave an important message with a loved one. Sometimes a poem or lyrics alone to a song will touch a heart. Why? If you listen...truly listen then you will understand what that person who is trying to communicate with you is trying to say to you.

Kinda like a Spiritual ICQ but you have to receive the message they post for you or never know what they wanted to say to you.


FAREWELL...

As I'm going along down a road so long,
With hopes of my dreams coming true,
And to be with you precious one,
Oh I'll ever be faithful to you,
Can it be that the hope that I feel is for real
Of starting a new life with you?

Then I stumble in pain and fall down,
As my life blood it spills on the ground,
And my heart breaks,
I'm leaving part of me beyond.

So long...farewell...to my precious one!

Oh, I'm touched with the knowing inside,
Why I've come down life's road to this side,
I will meet you again when you cross to this side,
With hopes of my dreams coming true.

Good-bye, please don't cry...
~*~
Simply tell the story and leave it for others to decide what it means as a wise friend once counseled. May some heart be deeply touched with Sean's message of the hope of eternal love and life.


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Ghost on Monday, December 25, 2000 - 01:17 am:

Just an observation with a twist. I ain't no poet.

He sits in the splendour of his success,
sipping a'67 Glenlivet he observes the city from his penthouse eyrie.
His monitor shows today's prowess -
Gold is up, buy Capital Bonds !!
A Stockmarket Predator top of his foodchain.
The poor and the rich scurry silently on the streets below with their futile thoughts and their petty lives:

but to them HE means nothing.

Alone with no friends he just watches.....

So this is Christmas....... for some.


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Tao on Monday, December 25, 2000 - 10:36 pm:

Ain't no poet? I'd never know it! Ghost, if you understand math and music you will understand that what you have written is poetry.

I have known many as you describe. Some conditions in life are not a choice, but what we do with our varying conditions is a choice. We can become bitter or better. I have been a part of helping the one who is alone...sharing a laugh and letting them know that he is important to me and helping him find solutions himself. Dignity is restored. This individual goes on to become an asset to the community in his own way.

The hope we can lend to others will help elevate their position in life. Conditions will change. Conditions do become better. Appreciation of another's uniqueness will do more for that person than any token award or piece of paper.

...just my thoughts and my own experience. I have been on the side of the fence of being alone and without the things at the top of the foodchain. I experienced these challenges and learned where to find my true happiness. That is a gift that all the wealth in the world cannot buy.

Thank you for sharing, Ghost. :)


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Tao on Monday, January 1, 2001 - 07:27 am:

ACCASBEL’S BOOK OF DAYS

Laughter floated throughout the Inn. The warmth that was felt by all at Tir na nOg was much more than the crackling fire and the happy glow of the hanging lanterns that lit the faces of those gathered in celebration of the turning of the year. The night of the Solstice, or center of the year where all was still, was soon forgotten. Beneath the cold of the ice and snow, the promise of life sleeping, waiting only the touch of Light to bring it to full flower, where Night would give way to day, Fear to hope, Sorrow to Joy, and Death to Life, as the Wheel of the Year turned once again.

Pitchers of sweet ale were poured to the delight of Cleo, Wolftone, and Kiernan. It tasted as a sweet nectar of the Gods. “Accasbel,” asked Cleo, “where do you find such sweet spirits to refresh our hearts and souls? It is as if when we drink we forget all pain and sorrow and feel a blissful peace here at the Inn.”

Accasbel had prepared well for his guests and quietly listened and observed the happy chatting amongst old friends and acquaintances. He turned to Cleo and spoke for the first time, “You know very well, Cleo, that Accasbel is known in myth as ‘A Partholan who is credited with creating the first tavern, or public house (pub), in Ireland’. And likely, I, too, am a God of wine or meade!” Cleo and all the guests laughed at the Innkeeper’s quick wit and raised drinks in merriment as they toasted their beloved Innkeeper.

Accasbel’s heart stirred as he saw the strong bonds of camaraderie between his guests. It touched him to think that he had provided a safe haven from all the darkness of the world for others. He smiled as he thought of the broken hearts who had wandered in during the darkest night of their lives to be greeted by his sage advise and counsel and the healing that had resulted. It was much like he was the keeper of a Celtic Book of Days. The Silver Wheel sometimes left one crushed beneath it but he helped them hold on and ride to the top again.

The door of the Inn opened abruptly with a cold blast of winter air sweeping over the crowd. A deep chill was suddenly felt as the unexpected guest walked in shrouded in a cloak of darkness. The entire mood of the room changed and all eyes turned to watch the newcomer close the door with a quick wave of her hand. Accasbel felt a familiarity about the woman. It was then that he heard the giggle and knew her.

The mysterious one ran to the Innkeeper and threw her arms around him and kissed his face, tears running down her own cheeks. It had been a long and hard journey back but she had lived to return and would soon tell all about it. Accasbel looked about and studied the faces. He saw fear in some, curiosity in others, as well as intrigue. He smiled and pulled the mantle from her face then removed the woolen cloak. Her long hair spilled down her back and hung loosely in tendrils about her face. Her deep, hazel eyes bespoke the seanachai within and the power of spirit contact and manifestation of all eternity.

She giggled again as he gave her cloak a long toss and it caught the antlers of a white stag, considered to be from the Otherworld, upon the wall beside the fire. No one spoke. In myth their appearance always heralded some profound change in the lives of those in the story. It seemed ominous and all waited for Accasbel to once again speak. He looked around and said, “I, Accasbel, am the Innkeeper and all are welcome here.” Still no one dared speak. She looked about and could feel their apprehension. Her eyes met Accasbel’s and a knowing passed between them. He nodded and she began to speak.

“I am known as Fand, or ‘Pearl of Beauty’. My name denotes a tie between the human world and the world of faery. Many believe that such a relationship would eventually destroy the faeries. The memory can be easily erased by drawing a magickal mantle between the mortal and faery. I have a sacred trust to obey all that I am given by the faery world in teaching mortals about their Glastonbury Tor.”

Accasbel sat observing the whispers and disbelief of some of his guest. Fand continued on, “For in all life is the seed of death, and in all death is the seed of life.” Wolftone grabbed the sweet ale and drank it down quickly then stood up before Fand.

“How is it that YOU can speak of such things? Why must we know more about the faery folk and their world?” A murmur went through the crowd. Wolftone crossed and folded his arms and stood in a challenging stance before Fand.

“Wolftone, you raise a valid question to which I would like to share some thoughts and ideas to open your understanding. Also, I will use music and prose, as the wise or the wealthy who might possess a Book of Days to illuminate the march of time with tales and the traditions of elder times.” Fand saw Wolftone relax as his hands dropped to his sides and he once again sat beside Cleo and Kiernan.

Fand smiled at Wolftone and quoted words that had been shared with her, “Now is the time to call upon memories of ancient days, to wonder and recall. What was the name of the Son of the Sun in the time before our tales? What faces looked into the Well of the Years to see their reflections? What thoughts dwelt in their minds and what yearnings in their hearts? As memory stretches back, the Ancient Ones pass their secrets to the hands of those who have come after them: The souls that raised the great stone circles whisper their wisdom to those who gather there. The hands that learned the wisdom of stone have passed that wisdom to their kindred who raise new, sheltering walls against the Night. The skill of the hunters of old awakens in the hearts of those who seek the hare and the stag in their own season. The weather-wise eyes that scanned the horizons of the past are reflected in the minds of the present from father to son, from mother to daughter, the wisdom and hard-won knowledge of what has gone before are passed, like the fire of Life itself, into the hands of the new generation. And the inheritors of the past give praise and honor to those who set them on their path.”

The Inn once again felt peaceful and calm. The feeling of oneness as Fand spoke of the Ancient Ones quieted and reassured those who now sat enrapt with her words. Accasbel smiled as he watched Fand and the magick of her charms of honesty and openness. He took her hand and beckoned towards the bar. He lifted her easily and she stood before all at the Inn and a bright dome of light shone not upon her, but from her as she spoke again. Flashes of silver and gold sparks mingled with hues of multi-pastel colours continued to dance about her as they bounced and touched those in her presence.

“There can be no short-cut to knowledge, or substitute for knowledge. Rhetoric is not to be used as a substitute for true spiritual knowledge. In fact, rhetoric has been used to destroy education in the ancient world. It seemed to succeed if the criteria of success was thought to be material rewards and fame.

If one desires to learn to swim all theory of swimming can be explained. It can even be demonstrated by one who is an extremely proficient swimmer who will help you learn faster. But until one goes out and gets in the water and goes through that initial floundering stage when the main result is a lot of splashing of the water, one can never master swimming.”

Kiernan and others laughed at Fand’s description of knowledge. Apparently there were some they knew who could talk all day about doing something and yet never actually do the very thing they professed to know. Canu Bleidd grabbed his guitar and picked out music that entwined with the dome of light as it continued to grow as others opened their hearts and became more receptive to her words. Accasbel was sitting now at Cleo’s side and grinned widely as Fand related a story of Accasbel’s Book of Days.

“A year and a day ago...or was it a millennia and a day ago? Ahhh...not to worry! This is Tir na nOg and one is ever young and beautiful...we have forever to tell this story!” The guests laughed again and Fand swept her hand in a circular motion as if conjuring up a vision for all the see.

“There was a noble King of the kingdom of Cyberland. Many had heard of and traveled from far and wide to meet and visit with King Accasbel. His kingdom of Cyberland was very special because it had been said that even the animals lived in peace there. It was a mystery as to how this King ruled without contention and how far-reaching his power to the entire world. There was one of the Creabh Ruadh Tradition, or ‘Red Branch’, who desired the power and respect that King Accasbel commanded. His name was Setanta.”

Accasbel was smiling again as he thought of the highly secretive, initiatory, male mysteries Irish path based upon the myths and exploits of the Red Branch warriors of Ulster. Fand had a way of weaving myths with her ‘pearls of beauty’ to parabolize and teach others in a way so they might relate to and understand her meaning according to their present situation in life.

“Setanta was a young lad who aspired to be a powerful warrior and when he had heard of the Kingdom of Cyberland and King Accasbel he felt compelled because of the Creabh Ruadh Tradition to seek out and meet King Accasbel. He was to ride upon his large, roan horse with many others who also desired King Accasbel as their mentor. He had seen the gold and green banner of King Accasbel and it brought feelings of kinship and a sense of chauvinism that he could not yet understand.

Setanta soon tired of riding with the others and urged the roan, called Pentium, to speed quickly through the Kingdom of Cyberland until he came to the site known as Alia and gave key passwords to enter the presence of King Accasbel. It was here that he encountered familiar music with ancient encrypted codes detailing where the buttons for opening the secret passages to the royal Tir na nOg chatroom were hidden. By clicking his sword of light upon these, he soon found himself in a familiar setting.

It was here that he was met by three of King Accasbel’s wenches. Setanta noted their beauty and found them very desirable. He was soon caught up in an interrogation by Cailin as the wenches thought he had come in reference to their wanting handsome, Celtic warriors who would meet every stringent qualification for becoming one of the elect order of LS. Many had tried and failed.”

There was laughter once again at the Inn as Fand spoke of some of the better known Tir na nOggians. Celt and Paddyo exchanged glances, relating Setanta’s encounter in the Kingdom of Cyberland to their first time at Tir. Fand paused briefly while whispers and laughter were exchanged, then continued her story, “Setanta heard Pentium snorting and acting up...very uneasy and his attention was soon riveted back to meeting King Accasbel. He turned and was met by the bearded icon of King Accasbel himself. King Accasbel extended a silver jeweled chalice of sweet ale and Setanta, thirsting for knowledge, drank deeply.

It was the sweet ale that quieted Setanta and he could no longer with hold his question from King Accasbel. ‘King Accasbel, I have come seeking your mentorship and desiring to gain all power and respect as you command!’ There was no way that Setanta could use rhetoric to disguise his desire for material rewards and fame from King Accasbel. King Accasbel laughed heartily at the youthful desire to conquer the world and its worldly ways.

‘You mean, Setanta, that you desire to be taught my ways and all truth, or rather, do you simply weed out yourself as one who is deceitful, lazy, and unready?’ Setanta was taken aback by King Accasbel’s knowing his heart.

‘Did King Accasbel also possess the power to read minds?’ he wondered as if aloud. King Accasbel laughed again and said, ‘You will do well. You need but some splashing and getting wet behind your ears to find the very things you desire, but I must warn you...beware of Caolainn, the queen of the magickal well. She is very desirous to grant all wishes but one is often taught that they really did not want what they thought they did.’

Setanta could not speak. He suddenly felt like a beggar in the presence of Deity. King Accasbel beckoned to Setanta to sit at a table in his most comfortable chair. The wenches brought food and drink and music could be heard. Setanta again relaxed and Accasbel looked directly in Setanta’s eyes and asked, ‘What you really wish to know is my secret for such peace here in my kingdom. It is the peace that radiates out to all the world and what you see manifest does not come from any material rewards or fame.’

Setanta studied Accasbel’s face for answers. ‘How is it this King knows me so well?’ he thought. Accasbel grabbed a quill and parchment and wrote upon it. Setanta watched as he laboriously wrote and then turned the parchment to Setanta to read. Setanta’s eyes opened wide at what the King had written.

‘But...but Sir! You have written the same word over and over!’

‘You are correct,’ replied the King, ‘ but what is it about that word?’ Setanta read again and counted the number of times the King had written the word:

LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE
LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE
LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE
LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE
LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE
LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE
LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE
LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE
LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE
LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE


On the parchment he counted the word ‘LOVE’ written one hundred times. ‘How is it my King, that this is the secret to your great success and power?’

King Accasbel studied the young man seeing his earnestness in his question and said, ‘There can only be peace where there is love, and there can only be love when one truly knows you! No man can be at peace if he is not true to himself.’

Setanta felt anew the familiar feelings he had felt when he had seen the gold and green banner of King Accasbel. He understood now what his heart had always known. King Accasbel smiled and hugged Setanta in welcome. ‘You are most welcome here in my kingdom and now knowing yourself will allow you not only to love yourself, but to be true to yourself.’

Setanta felt tears of joy trickling down his cheeks. He saw a King that loved everyone as he truly knew each one and was there to teach them of true power and respect. King Accasbel kissed his son and embraced him again. ‘You had to seek for your own answers...you have done well my son!’

Fand smiled as she saw the tears in eyes of those who listened to her story. She looked again at Wolftone. He felt her love and understood what she had been telling him about the mantle between the mortal world and the world of faery.

Fand turned to Canu Bleidd who had become so caught up in her story that he had forgotten to play. She smiled at him and he began to play as she sang a fitting song as a tribute to Accasbel, the beloved Innkeeper of Tir na nOg. She looked deeply into Accasbel’s eyes and her gratitude poured from her heart in her words:

If there be right in the soul,
There be beauty in the person;
If there be beauty in the person,
There be always love at home;
If there be always love at home,
There be order in the kingdom;
If there be order in the kingdom,
There be peace within our world.

Go forth, my son, go forth with nobility,
Go forth with the right in your soul;
For the beauty you will see,
Is the love that sets you free...
A noble one such as you!
A noble one so true!
Go forth, my son, go forth upon this land,
There is always love at home;
For a King you are to be,
And order there will be;
The peace that you will bring... will set them free!

The light around Fand diminished once again as the crowd cheered and applauded. It had been a long and hard journey back to Tir na nOg but she knew that she belonged here with the noble ones and had yet many tales to tell.


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Tao on Tuesday, January 16, 2001 - 09:13 am:

Accasbel walked over and gently lifted Fand down. She smiled and hugged him tightly as the guests of the Inn continued on in laughter and warm conversation. He led her to a small corner table away from the others and smiled at her with twinkling eyes. “It is so good to have you back, Fand,” he said. “I was so concerned that you would not be able to overcome the testing of Conchobar MacNessa, after banishing the beautiful Deirdre of the Sorrows from Ireland because she would not have him, and arranging to have killed Naoise, her lover, and his brothers.”

Fand became serious a moment then replied, “ I fear no one. If I have learned anything, it is that fear allows control, whether by another or some situation. There is no need to fear Conchobar! Mark my words, SEVEN YEARS AND A DAY FROM WHENCE HE WAS HIT HE SHALL DIE DURING ONE OF HIS TEMPER FITS for yet there is the talisman of the slingshot of Conall deeply imbedded in the King’s brain. Then let it be known that the keeping of one’s word is important, and that one cannot force their will upon others without having it eventually come back on themselves.”

Accasbel drew back in silent thought. He knew that anytime Fand spoke and predicted misfortune, her words always came to pass. But she had also always given the one facing misfortune a way to appease for their wrongs and avoid their impending disaster. “Fand, as you traveled to and from the realm of the faery, how is it that you did meet Conchobar and reveal to him his fate concerning the deaths of Naoise, Ardan, and Ainie? We know of his connection to the faeries. Does he not believe himself protected from all harm?”

Fand’s eyes held a suddenly distant look as she viewed another place and time. Fand had met secretly with Deidre as she shared of how she had walked outdoors on a snowy Yule morning long before she had met Naoise. She had seen a raven picking over a bloody carcass in the snow. She had shared with Fand how this rather gruesome scene had inspired her to wish for a mate with hair as black as the raven, lips as red as blood, and skin as white as snow---the triple Goddess colours---which Naoise fulfilled.

Deidre knew that part of her fate was that she could have any man she wanted except Naoise, if she wished to live in peace. Despite her intuitive sense of doom at returning from their exile in Scotland, she agreed to go back with him. Loyalty had been more important to Deidre.

“Yes, he yet believes he is protected from his very death at the hand of Conall of the Victories, but even Ochain, his famous shield that does moan a piteous wail when Conchobar is in peril shall not moan at the impending death of Conchobar, his master!”

Accasbel poured a cool chalice of living spring water for Fand. She pressed it to her lips and let the living water refresh her being. She had directed Accasbel on another occasion to cap the spring behind the Inn and protect the seven living energies within. He offered very few this precious water. He placed his hand over Fand’s and moved the silver chalice to his lips and also did drink, his lips tasting the sweetness of the living water as it renewed his powers of wisdom, discernment, and understanding of other’s hearts.

There was suddenly a loud crash and a scream as a young maiden from the kitchen was knocked forcibly down by one known as Sionnan. Sionnan was feared by many as she had been denied entrance to the Otherworld. She, desiring power, had gone unprepared and irreverent to a magickal well to perform an unspecified ritual. This well was the great well of knowledge, sacred to the Caileach. Sionnan’s actions so outraged the well’s waters that they rose up and sucked her into themselves. She was washed up on the banks of the River Shannon.

“Get up, you little beggar!” shouted Sionnan. The quiet and peace of the Inn had been shattered with Sionnan’s outburst. There were those who pretended fealty to her when they instead feared a confrontation with her. Accasbel did not want to invoke her fury and jumped up to clear the mess the young maiden had left after being tripped by Sionnan. Sionnan was accustomed to having any man she wanted and her way in all things.

Sionnan had noted as she sat with Gwyddion the faraway look in his eyes as they fell upon the maiden known as Sgeimh Solais, or “light and beauty” for indeed this young maiden was very beautiful. It was rumoured that she had been found with a band of Gypsy and they knew not her true origin. Only her name had followed her.

Fand stepped up and pulled Sgeimh Solais behind her and faced Sionnan alone. Sionnan glared and cursed angrily. “By what power do you stand in front of I, Sionnan, and contest my authority?” Fand stood resolutely and light again filled the Inn. An unusual strain of music was heard and continued to build to a loud crescendo. Sionnan looked confused, then drained as Fand began to sing in a clear and powerful voice.

“Long ago...prepared for man...a heavenly plan, Salvation,
He created and placed man, including all creation...”

The music was entrancing. Fand quoted as the music played on, “I am the Beginning and the End, the Almighty God, by mine Only Begotten I created these things; Of every tree of the garden thou mayest freely eat, But of the tree of knowledge of good and evil, thou shalt not eat of it, nevertheless, thou mayest choose for thyself, for it is given unto thee; but, remember that I forbid it, for in the day thou eatest thereof thou shalt surely die.” Her voice raised again as she sang the chorus,

In the Garden, in His Garden, in the Garden, came temptation,
In the Garden, in His Garden, Satan came with this temptation,
“Ye shall be as Gods, knowing good and evil, Ye shall not surely die;
for God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as gods knowing good and evil.”

The music ended and Sionnan was changed by the words she had heard. The awful spell had been broken. She remembered who she was and how the curse had been put upon her. She had partaken of the great well of knowledge with wrongful intent. She now understood how she must govern power with light and love. Her heart had transformed. Sionnan placed her arms around Sgeimh Solais and hugged her closely.

Accasbel had tears in his eyes as he looked at Fand. Undaunted and courageous she had avoided further confrontation and contention with her true powers of understanding and love. Fand stood and began to relate a tale to those of the Inn about one’s greatest fear. The same dome of light shone as before from her and swelled until it had encompassed the entire Inn.

“In the Otherworld are many things to experience. I desire to tell you this day of one named Pwyll. Pwyll claimed ownership of a stag not felled by his own hounds. When caught in the act by Arawen, king of the Otherworld, he was very contrite and asked how he could repay the transgression. Arawen said that he wished for Pwyll to go to the Otherworld and take his place fighting Havagan, his rival. To make the task easier, Arawen even agreed to work a spell to make Pwyll appear as Arawen to all who looked upon him.

Pwyll not only accepted the task and kept his word, but did not violate Arawen’s wife for the year and a day he was there, and he ruled well and justly. Arawen so marveled at this friendship that they became as close brothers, and Arawen bestowed on him the title of Pen Annwn, the “head of Annwn.” Fand smiled and paused before starting again.

“Now this part of the tale is well known, yet there was a test that many have never heard of required by King Arawen of Pwyll. Arawen told Pwyll that at his entrance into the Otherworld he would be met by total darkness. There was something there that could destroy him completely. It was very powerful and he would not have the advantage of knowing before hand what it was he should encounter.

King Arawen looked into Pwyll’s clear eyes and saw the look of fear. Did he still care to venture into the Otherworld as agreed upon to repay his transgression, not knowing the threat to himself? Or would he rather accept certain death for claiming ownership of the stag? Pwyll’s heart raced as he thought of what might destroy him. Was there one more powerful who could slay him easily? Was there a den of poisonous serpents to walk upon as much as he detested them?

Fand watched the suspense build in all at the Inn. Eyes grew wide as each imagined in their own heart their greatest fear. She let the fear build before continuing her story; “Pwyll’s fears began to mount and the King asked again, ‘Which do you choose, Pwyll?’

Pwyll felt his heart pounding inside as he answered, ‘I shall face the unknown, my King!’ King Arawen smiled and bade him take no weapon to defend himself. Armed with only his courage and wits Pwyll soon felt himself shrouded in a dark and clingy mist. It felt very cold to him, like his cold and clammy palms. He closed his eyes standing alone to face the unknown threat that could destroy him. Something very unusual occurred.” Fand once again paused and let the imaginations take over as they waited to hear about Pwyll’s imminent destruction.

“Pwyll felt warmth and peace and the mist evaporated leaving light. He opened his eyes to see that there was nothing there to battle. He felt compelled to walk on alone, no weapons of any kind. He still wondered within himself what it was that could destroy him. Would it suddenly leap out upon him as a wild boar and gore him with its tusks? He continued to remain on guard as he forged ahead.” All conversation, food and drink had been forgotten as the Inn hung on Fand’s words.

“Pwyll continued to walk on and came to an area hedged by large stones of the ancient gatherings. He felt a tremendous surge of power shoot through him as he relaxed fully to an altered state of consciousness and deep meditation. Then he heard whimpering and walked forth to find a lone hound pup. He picked it up and laughed as the pup licked his face. It was so chubby and adorable that he forgot his purpose for being in the Otherworld.

It was then that King Arawen stood in front of him and laughed out loud. “That pup could literally lick you to death if you let him!” Pwyll studied Arawen’s face and suddenly realized that there was more to the pup than King Arawen was telling.

“King Arawen, pray tell me...the only thing I have found in my travels has been this lone hound pup. What is it that could have destroyed me?” he asked sincerely.

The King grinned widely now at the irony of the test he has set for Pwyll. “Why Pwyll, don’t you know that lone hound pup could have lain upon your face and suffocated you?”

Pwyll laughed out loud in his great relief to know what had been there to destroy him. “You mean this little hound pup is truly what I feared most?” Those at Tir broke out in laughter as they let go of the tension they had been feeling. Accasbel smiled at Fand’s gift to captivate her audience while instructing them of the things of the Realm of Faery. He waited to hear her finish and tie it all together.

The wise King smiled then said, “It is not that there would be anything that you could not face were you to know what it was, but rather, the greatest threat of all to one...the one thing that can destroy all things, is...FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN!”

Pwyll stroked the pup lightly as it cuddled closely to his heart. “Let him serve you well, my loyal friend!” said the King. Pwyll again pondered on his mistake. It seemed ironic that he had been so caught up in his own purpose that he had been subject to his own fears. He now realized that when one knows of and follows a higher purpose than their own, they become a power for much good in the lives of others as they soon forget self and acquire true knowledge that removes fear and superstition from their heart.

Fand lifted her chalice of spring water poured a libation upon the floor and said, “Let true knowledge spring forth and fill the land. Like pure water let there be a flood of truth and light spill forth and every heart bound together as the clans of old in an eternal fealty to our ancestors of ancient and past times, as well as those yet to be born.”

With every drink held on high, the peace and camaraderie returned to the Inn. Fand saw Sionnan laughing and smiling and many about her as she had discovered the joy of her own being. She walked back to sit with Accasbel and he took her hand as he looked into her eyes, “Fand, how can I ever thank you? There is still so much I must learn.”

“Accasbel,” she said softly, tears forming again in her eyes, “it is you who has blessed my life. For you once invited me to the Inn and it was you who taught me that when I quit trying to be what others think I should be and BECOME who I truly am, then I empower myself and others.”

Canu Bleidd sat in a chair and began to strum a soft, romantic tune. There was no time in Tir na nOg. There were only the special experiences at the Inn as friends intermingled and shared.


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Accasbel on Tuesday, January 16, 2001 - 10:59 pm:

It's not my practice to interfere with the flow of things, unless trouble looms.

However, this Accasbel character sounds like a bit of a wimp.
If he's going to use my name, could he not be made to clean up his act a bit?


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Guest on Wednesday, January 17, 2001 - 04:04 am:

Facing a mirror
Facing a foe
Facing the truth
Facing that woe
Facing up to reality
Facing even harder in Fantasy


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Guest on Wednesday, January 17, 2001 - 04:11 am:

The leaves mount to the sky as they run
For the winds of truth have begun
In simple parable they take form
Tao please make contact with the storm


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Guest on Sunday, January 21, 2001 - 09:31 am:

A curio for TAO............................ If "Naoise" fulfilled the criteria of Goddess, Does that mean that Andrea Corr does as well !!! Even though she is said to be an arrogant egomaniac????


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Accasbel on Sunday, January 21, 2001 - 12:25 pm:

"hair as black as the raven, lips as red as blood, and skin as white as snow"

Michael Jackson?


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Monadh on Monday, January 22, 2001 - 03:49 am:

Or perhaps Latoya.


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Tao on Tuesday, January 23, 2001 - 07:03 am:

Thank you Guest on Wednesday, January 17, 2001. Storm is right! And Guest on Sunday, January 21, 2001...who the hay is Andrea Corr? Well...*deep subject*

If you know your Celtic Myth and Magick, or at least have a decent reference book with a dictionary of Celtic Gods and Goddesses, Heroes and Heroines, you would understand that this is a story based upon these beliefs. I love to research and write, okay? And if anyone saw themself in any of my stories I need to warrant another disclaimer...any resemblence to any of the hats I have ever worn in my life are all true. These characters and story are woven around my own life experiences. Will it enable others to learn? Probably not. There is a great lesson to be taught in the seventh volume of C. S. Lewis's Chronicles of Narnia. To make a long faery tale or whatever longer, and impart the message of what it means to be self-deceived, Lucy convinced her friends to come see a band of Dwarfs and they see them sitting in a very close circle with their eyes closed tight. They take no notice until she and King Tirian are quite near. Then, in the words of Lewis, "the Dwarfs all cocked their heads as if they couldn't see anyone but were listening hard and trying to guess by the sound what was happening.

"Look out!" said one of them in a surly voice. 'Mind where you're going. Don't walk into our faces!" When asked if they are blind, the Dwarfs respond, "Ain't we all blind in the dark?"...How in the name of Humbug can I see what ain't there? And how can I see you any more than you can see me in this pitch darkness?"

It turns out that the Dwarfs think they are in a pitch-black smelly stable. Lucy tries to get them to open their eyes. They insist they are not blind, but just in the dark, and that Lucy's entreaties to get them to see they are in the midst of flowers and trees on a bright day are just attempts to trick them and make fools out of them. Even an offered flower is rejected as filthy stable litter.

Then, in a bright flash, Aslan appears. After the Lion greets and praises his loyal subjects, Lucy approaches him:

" 'Aslan,' said Lucy through her tears, 'could you---will you---do something for these poor Dwarfs?'

" 'Dearest,' said Aslan, 'I will show you both what I can, and what I cannot, do.' He came close to the Dwarfs and gave a long growl: low, but it set all the air shaking. But the Dwarfs said to one another, 'Hear that? That's the gang at the other end of the Stable. Trying to frighten us. They do it with a machine of some kind. Don't take any notice. They won't take us in again!"

"Aslan raised his head and shook his mane, Instantly a glorious feast appeared on the Dwarf's knees: pies and tongues and pigeons and trifles and ices...But it wasn't much use. They began eating and drinking greedily enough, but it was clear that they couldn't taste it properly. They thought they were eating and drinking only the sort of things you might find in a Stable.

"...But very soon every Dwarf began suspecting that every other Dwarf had found something nicer than he had, and they started grabbing and snatching and went on to quarreling, till in a few minutes there was a free fight and all the good food was smeared on their faces and clothes or trodden under foot."

At the end of it all, the Dwarfs comforted each other with this telling testimony: "Well, at any rate there's no Humbug here. We haven't let anyone take us in. The Dwarfs are for the Dwarfs."

And what is Aslan's response to all this? He says, "You see, ...They will not let us help them. They have chosen cunning instead of belief. Their prison is only in their own minds, yet they are in that prison; and so afraid of being taken in that they cannot be taken out." (Lewis, The Last Battle, pp. 146-48)

And to footnote: "NAOISE (IRISH) IN MYTH---[NAY-see] Also Naisi, Naisii, and Noisiu. The ill-fated husband of Deirdre of the Sorrows who, with his brothers, was murdered by King Conchobar.

He and his two brothers, Ardan and Ainle, REPRESENT A UNIQUE MALE VERSION of the Triple Goddess. When Deirdre was walking outdoors on a snowy Yule morning long before she met him, she saw a raven picking over a bloody carcass in the snow. This rather gruesome scene inspired her to wish for a mate with hair as black as the raven, lips as red as blood, and skin as white as snow---the Triple Goddess colors---which Naoise fulfilled. Such subtle hints at triplicity are well-known in folk tales and are most strongly seen today in the old story of Snow White and her seven dwarves.

Deirdre knew that part of her fate was that she could have any man she wanted except Naoise, if she wished to live in peace. Despite her intuitive sense of doom at returning from their exile in Scotland, she agreed to go back with him.

IN MAGICK AND RITUAL---Evoke Naoise for making love magick, or for rites of loyalty. Work with him and Deirdre for couples or sex magick.

DOES THAT SATISFY ANY HOPEFULS FOR THE 2002 WINTER OLYMPICS JUMPING TO CONCLUSIONS EVENTS??? Well line up and let's see who qualifies! I was once a young Sionnan as I would just as soon have torn someone down with insults first and if that did not intimidate them, kick the ever-living SH** outta them! *Cowardly Lying Stance* Come on...Come on...fisticuffs? I'll knock any damn Dwarf down in the filthy stable SHI...er, uh...I mean, litter! *Gathering up precious pearls* and walking away from all the deep SH**.

Damned if I do and Damned if I don't! You know, I really like that Lewis dude! He is Irish- born in Belfast to Albert and Florence Hamilton Lewis; younger brother of Warren (born 1895). He maintained that if something was not worth defending, it was worth nothing at all. People soon abandon something that one will not stand up for. *Standing up for next comment*

There is Lewis's ready wit, one of the lesser known examples of which was reported by Carolyn Keefe: "Lewis himself was not above a deliberate ploy...The occasion was a dinner party. The main dish was...the blood and guts of a sheep. Lewis was seated next to a Portuguese dignitary who, while partaking...remarked that he felt like 'a gastronomic Columbus.'

'The comparison is wayward in your case,' remarked Lewis, 'Why not a vascular da Gama?' " (C.S. Lewis: Speaker & Teacher, ed. Carolyn Keefe (Grand Rapids, Mich: Zondervan Publishing House, 1971), p. 89.

Hmmm...maybe Accasbel Wit soon appear in Tir-eatres near you??? Gosh Brian! One Helluva Demi-God Guy? It's times like this that I would like to...*postulating upon the floor and kissing Accasbel's...feet* Forgive me Accasbel, for I have bent myself in the mere pleasuring of...er, uh...by the way...Fand is my imaginary Mrs. Accasbel...the one with the beautiful accent? If I could figure out how to edit my !@#$%^ name I would quit inventing so many new hats on the board. Then anyone could e-mail me if they really want their eyes opened. *DYING to get on with real life!*


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Tao on Tuesday, January 23, 2001 - 07:56 am:

P.S........
ACCASBEL (IRISH) IN MYTH---A Partholan who is credited with creating the first tavern, or public house (pub), in Ireland. He was likely an early God of wine or meade.

IN MAGICK AND RITUAL---Cultivate Accasbel at Mabon to celebrate the vine harvest or at Bealtaine for the blessing of the meade.

CORRESPONDENCES---Ale, meade, wine.

Is it a writer's plagiarist to use a name from a book? You once informed me it was just a name when I asked where it came from. Duh...I don't know any better, or worse? I just did the research without looking for the rights...NOW WOULD YOU PLEASE READ ME MY LAST RITES? Happy Birthday posthumously!!!!!


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Lacie on Wednesday, January 24, 2001 - 01:25 pm:

hmmmmm .. if you were to wish him a 'Happy Birthday, posthumously' .. that would indicate HE was dead ............ I don't think so !! *L*


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Tao on Wednesday, January 24, 2001 - 09:23 pm:

Dear ACC Landers,

I have a problem that has been bothering me for some time now. Seems my spell check is defunct, as in dead, deceased, or 'the dead person' (Funk and Wagnell) only when I post anything with my nick on it.

The amazing thing that baffles any good puter tec is that when I use the nick 'Guest', it over rides the ever annoying messages that pop up to let me know the error of my ways and an even stranger thing occurs!!! Instead I receive the most grandiose ACClamation for what I have written. *S*

Foolish little computer of mine anyway! *Drunken feeling of power* I LOVE THE FEEL OF THE POWER I WIELD BECAUSE I AM A CONTROL FREAK AT HEART AND CAN MAKE INTENTIONAL SPELLING MSTAKES TO CONVEY AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT MEANING THAN WHAT MANY WOULD EXPECT!!!

It should have read posthumourously? If I meant MY death, then that would be very humourous indeed because there would be no more spelling to check. And what about my puter? *Pat, pat, patting affectionately* Ahhhhh...personification lives on!

Anyway, dear ACC...is forgiveness really necessary after 7x70+ times or do I simply ignore the annoying messages that continually pop up?

~The Ancient One~

Dear ~TAO~,

We all need second chances at some time during our lives, and blessed are those who give them. Often in life, forgiveness is the greatest gift you can give. The beauty of it is that the gift costs nothing, but the rewards can be enormous.

(Ann Landers c/o Creator's Syndicate, 5777 W. Century Blvd., Los Angeles, CA 90045)


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Lacie on Thursday, January 25, 2001 - 02:49 pm:

YOU HAVE A SPELL CHECK!!??? ... now, i am jealous. Though, I am not sure it would make a great difference to anything.


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Tao on Thursday, January 25, 2001 - 04:49 pm:

Accasbel now sat alone in his thoughts as he pondered the words of Fand. There was something about her that set her apart from all others. He looked over as he saw her laughing and sharing humourous stories with some of her dearest friends at Tir na nOg. She radiated a confidence, a deep understanding of life, a peaceful serenity and calm that the others lacked. They felt bolstered by her presence.

Things were very good at the Inn, or at least they appeared to be. Maybe this was the very thing that had eluded him? He smiled to himself as he thought of the many times Fand had seen and recognized a heavy heart beneath the false laughter and boisterousness. She seemed able to feel another’s suffering while imparting understanding to the one she had drawn into her confidence. What was it that made them trust her?

Fand stopped and looked about. She excused herself from the table where she had been conversing with the Lad and RedGreen. She walked over unnoticed, except by Accasbel who watched intently, as she opened the large door to reveal a man standing without the Inn. She put her hand out to him in introduction and said, “Welcome to Tir na nOg! Is this your first time?”

“Yes,” came the quiet reply with a smile.

Fand continued her introduction, “ My name is Fand and I am forever looking for a hand out!” The new guest felt the warmth surge through his hand as her small hand grasped his with incredible strength. She saw him wince and giggled. “Oh, sorry!” she apologized. “I tend to forget that I could literally strip the cream right out of the bags of any piping Scotsman!”

Fand led the new guest to an empty table as he laughed at her words. She took his wraps and hung them beside her own cloak. She beckoned to Accasbel and he came over to sit with her and the guest. The others continued on in their own world, unaware of what was happening. “Your name is Thomas?” He looked at Fand in amazement.

“Yes, how did you know?”

Fand giggled delighted at his surprise and the amused look upon Accasbel’s face. Accasbel could not resist, “It is written all over your face!” Thomas laughed out loud at the Innkeeper’s clever wit.

“May I please call you Somhlth?” asked Fand. Thomas shrugged his huge shoulders, wondering why she would ask him this. “You are like one of pure masculine, divine energy, though you do exhibit one of the finest specimens of corporeal incarnation, unlike Somhlth himself,” she continued.

Thomas answered, “How would you know about Somhlth? Isn’t he but a figure in myth and folklore?” Thomas leaned closely to Fand wanting to hear more from her of how she viewed his masculinity.

“Careful, Thomas!” said Accasbel. “You must remain humble or she will think you egotestical.” Fand smiled at Thomas as he laughed again at the Innkeeper. Accasbel slapped Thomas upon his back and said, “Don’t take anything we say seriously because we really mean what we say instead of saying what we really mean... things can get a bit mean here at times in the meantime.”

Thomas’s face softened as he looked into Fand’s eyes and saw something there that moved his heart. He knew she was feeling his true feelings. “Yes, you may call me Somhlth, Fand.” Fand excused herself to bring refreshment for Somhlth. She was singing and smiling as she walked away.

Accasbel looked at Somhlth and said, “You are wondering how she knew? I will tell you how she knows of these things. Fand continually travels between the human world and the world of Faery. She has experienced things that no one else has. She has much more than superficial knowledge...she has divine knowledge.”

“How can this be?” Somhlth questioned. “Is she not mortal?”

Accasbel heaved a great sigh then answered, “I don’t know. I am still trying to understand the things she continually shares with me. She understands pain and suffering like no one else I know. She astounds many with her many gifts. It is as if the Gods themselves have endowed her with a portion of themselves. I have been reflecting all evening on what it is that is so alluring about her. She radiates an inner beauty that cannot be found in outward appearance alone. What feeling did you have from her?”

Somhlth was still a moment, then spoke, “She is love! She is real! That is the only way I can describe the feelings I have for her after only knowing her moments ago.”

Accasbel nodded in agreement. Fand was indeed a great mystery to many. The sound of laughter and singing continued as Fand wove her way back to the table joyfully placing a silver platter before Somhlth. Upon the platter was a loaf of the finest whole grain bread and sweet butter to the side. “I am sorry I took so long,” she apologized, “but that dern Scotsman refused to let me strip his bag of its cream!”

She pulled a fine knife from her apron pocket and laid a large linen cloth before Somhlth. She neatly sliced the bread and buttered each hot slice as the wonderful, yeasty sourdough smell rose to Somhlth’s nostrils. His mouth watered as he waited for her to seat herself but she first poured him a chalice of Accasbel’s finest water to drink, then seating herself, offered a blessing of thanksgiving upon the bread and water.

Somhlth marveled at Fand. The fare she had prepared and sat before them was finer than any King could have eaten. As they partook together he felt filled. It was a different fulness than the one that comes from overindulgence in rich food and drink. He noticed that his heart no longer pained him. “Who are you?” he asked. “You call yourself Fand but yet there is something more about you. WHO ARE YOU?”

Fand smiled and beckoned Somhlth to drink as she and Accasbel pressed their drink to their lips. He obeyed and the sweetest taste filled his senses. It was almost more than he could bear. Fand looked at Accasbel and spoke, “You both are questioning. You both want to know the things I know. Are you ready for the testing of your faith? Any fool can write or speak a learned language, but unless you turn your faith into the vernacular, you will neither understand nor believe.”

Accasbel was very curious. Somhlth was still much intrigued with Fand. Accasbel was very close to Fand but he had never fully understood the things she always shared with him. He spoke again, “What will this require, Fand? I know you have been through long travels with great pain and suffering. Would it not be easier to stay in the comfort of the Inn and enjoy all that we now partake of?”

“Accasbel, what was different about the bread and water you just partook of? What is different about me? You have been asking that very question all evening of me without even speaking aloud. Do you truly desire to KNOW?”

Somhlth spoke again, “I am with you on this one, Fand. I want to understand more. I need to know what is different about you. My heart no longer feels the pain of disappointment, loss and rejection when I am with you. I want to partake of your knowledge of things as they are.”

Accasbel pushed his chair back from the table and stood up as a sign that he, too, would go. He felt a restlessness here at the Inn. He needed to know what Fand knew. He needed his own experience and understanding.

Fand giggled at Accasbel as she asked, “Who gets to clean up here?” Accasbel grinned and collected the tableware and cloths. Fand looked in the direction of Sgeimh Solais and she hurriedly came to finish clearing the table. “Now that we have cleaned up this mess let me explain one thing...THERE WILL BE NO WIMPS WHO TRAVEL WITH ME! If you think you can not endure the trials, let it be known now.”

Accasbel stood tall and defiant at the challenge and the desire to prove his
valour. “I WILL NOT WIMP OUT...I will go around any wimple placed in my road!” Fand and Somhlth laughed at the dual meaning of Accasbel’s words.

~*~
Somhlth started to reach for his wraps and Fand’s cloak from the white stag. Fand stopped him and said, “No...those will never work where we are going. Put on the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil. For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places. Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand.”

Accasbel and Somhlth looked at one another not understanding the manner in which Fand was speaking. She seemed to be quoting from an ancient source of wisdom. Fand continued to speak and amazing things happened,

“Stand therefore, having your loins girt about with truth, and having on the breastplate of righteousness;” There was a strange feeling upon Accasbel and Somhlth. They felt truth surging through their very loins and in their heart center an intense burning...a feeling of righteousness. “And your feet shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace, which I have sent mine angels to commit unto you; Above all taking the shield of faith, wherewith ye shall be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked. And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of my Spirit, which I will pour out upon you, and my word which I reveal unto you, and be agreed as touching all things whatsoever ye ask of me, and be faithful until I come, and ye shall be caught up, that where I am ye shall be also. Amen.”

It felt as though their feet were wearing peace itself, a sense of power and comfort to support them. A huge shield with symbols in reformed Egyptian signifying faith was in their left hand and a helmet of light covered their heads. Then the most remarkable of all...a huge sword of the Spirit, one that could hew down any enemy with its sharpness, was placed in their right hand. Strangely they seemed easy to bear, not heavy and weighing them down as a physical armour.

Accasbel soon realized the power of the word of God he held in his hand as Fand continued on, “Praying always with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit, and watching thereunto with all perseverance and supplication for all saints; And for me, that utterance may be given unto me, that I may open my mouth boldly, to make known the mystery of the gospel.”

It was then that Accasbel became aware of the great dome of white light placed around them to protect them in their journey to the world of Faery. He had many questions in his heart. He looked at Somhlth and it seemed they belonged here together. Fand looked in their faces with great hope as she explained to them, “This battle is unlike any you ever imagined. You will face some of the most intense suffering that the devil himself can inflict upon you. You will learn how to bind the powers of darkness that you will experience. You will see manifest in other mortal beings these powers who enter in the physical tabernacle as they are allowed. It will take incredible will to make right choices or you will fall to their level of being and suffer even greater wounds. Above all, if you feel wont to faint from the opposition, listen for the song that I have put in your hearts. It is this feeling of wanting to give up that will test you to your limit. You will then know how close you are to success, for this song will carry you on high to meet our Lord and Master.”

Accasbel was certain he could not fail with the armour he now wore. Somhlth became somber as Fand asked them to kneel and close their eyes in reverence and pray to know the things she knew as well as to pray for His guidance. As they knelt down and began to pray a power immediately seized upon them which entirely overcame them. Its powers were astonishing as a thick, clingy darkness covered their entire being and bound their tongues making it impossible to speak. Accasbel felt as though he were doomed to sudden destruction.

Exerting all powers he then called mightily upon God to deliver him out of the power of this enemy which had seized him. Never had Accasbel understood the need for fervent prayer and his utter helplessness. He had never needed God at Tir na nOg as things were always easy there with little effort or opposition. “Oh my God!” he cried out in his heart.

About to sink into despair and abandon himself to destruction, not to an imaginary ruin, but to the power of some actual being from the unseen world, who had such marvelous power as Accasbel had ever before felt in any being. Just at the moment when he felt the greatest alarm he remembered the song in his heart. It was a simple prayer and he felt light over his head that exceeded the light of even the noon day sun.

It no sooner appeared than Accasbel found himself delivered from the enemy which had held him bound. He marveled again at the intense light. He was not allowed to look directly upon the countenance of the Lord but heard him speak. The words were left indelibly impressed throughout Accasbel’s entire being. He durst not speak of these things to anyone but Somhlth and Fand.

Accasbel came to himself lying on his back looking upwards to the heavens. He saw that Somhlth was yet as dead on the floor of the Inn. He saw those at the Inn gathered in disbelief for they had thought him dead. He stood up before them and they gasped in amazement. “Surely Accasbel is one with the Gods!” he heard them exclaim.

He could not explain to them his nothingness. He could not explain what had just happened. He reached over and took Fand’s hand. Fand touched Somhlth’s hand and he also did arise exclaiming, “Blessed be the name of God, for as surely as thou livest, behold, I have seen my Redeemer!”

Fand knew that the dark veil of unbelief had been cast away from Accasbel’s and Somhlth’s minds because they had listened and desired to know the things she knew. The light which did light up their minds was the light of the glory of God. This light had infused such joy into their souls, the cloud of darkness having been dispelled, that the light of everlasting life was lit up in their souls. She knew that this had overcome their natural frames and they had been carried away with God.

She had stood while those at the Inn murmured against her. “Accasbel has brought this great evil upon us because he did allow this woman entrance into Tir na nOg!” The murmuring continued and they were about to take her life when Accasbel had stood up after lying for the space of two days with Somhlth as dead.

“Leave her alone! Touch her not for you will die if you do!” The crowd backed away again in fear. Accasbel felt a surge of power as he wielded the sword of the Spirit in his hand. Somhlth also did stand with his sword drawn in front of Fand as the light provided a shield against all the fiery darts from the dark spirits they saw within the murmurers. An incredible joy overpowered Accasbel, Fand, and Somhlth and they did all sink unto the floor of the Inn as if dead.

A great hush fell upon the Inn. No one could speak. Finally one named Heloise stepped forth to slay Fand with her magick. She had secretly detested Fand and coveted her many gifts. She had been taught by the dark powers that to slay one of the light would bring great power to her. Darkness entered her heart fully as she stepped forth with a sharp knife to slit Fand’s throat. Heloise was instantly thrown backwards in a crumpled heap by the powers surrounding Fand.

Time stood still again as RedGreen took Fand’s cloak and passed it between the dome of light and those in Tir na nOg. Unbeknownst to others, RedGreen was a Spirit Warrior and had traveled many times with Fand to battle the powers of darkness. The cloak veiled this event from all those at Tir na nOg. They would not remember what had happened. RedGreen sat patiently awaiting the return of his Queen.
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Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Guest on Wednesday, February 7, 2001 - 10:55 pm:

*sighs with a heart heavy from longing of the days of old as she reads tao's words* dear lovie.... how i've missed yer words.... and i miss yer sweet voice. when are ye gonna ring me up on the phone again? i'm gettin married once more , dear tao!!! this man is my equal and twin in all ways. *smiles joyously* i must needs to speak to ye o' him. call me soon?

love,
jarlytha


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Guest on Thursday, November 29, 2001 - 03:48 pm:

Dear SantAccasbel,

My Christmas wish is to send a personal greeting from Michael McLean to a friend I once met in my dreams. Michael is doing his 10th Anniversary Tour of "The Forgotten Carols" and there will be a package for my unforgotten friend to put under his tree with this greeting from Michael: "Let's Do This in Ireland Sometime!!" along with his autographed music and story.

Wouldn't this be a great gathering for Tir na nOggians, to have a celebrity (very modest about his fame) to entertain and share his wonderful talent with us? *Checking bank balance* Er...uh...I think people actually make a lot of money doing this and advertise for the tour sponsors???

And lest I forget wun carole...she will always have a special place in my heart! *Looking wistfully at the green "Official Tir Reg" badge, now retired* May this gathering I have seen for so long, even before happening upon Tir, become a reality...And a very Merry Irish Christmas to all from Michael and his special "Be A Friend" friend. ~*~


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Henjoca on Friday, August 1, 2003 - 08:51 pm:

Dear All

I received the following words from a close friend and was guided to post it here. The words go with the music from "Cailleach's Whisper". Enjoy.

IN THE LIGHT OF CHRIST, WE'RE ONE

Why are you holding me?
Oh my love...
Please...set me free,
Learn to trust the love we've known
In the Light of Christ, we're one!

In time I will come to you,
Oh my love...
Learn to trust the love we've known
In the Light of Christ, we're one!

Strangers we've been but now are set free,
To choose to be one again...
So let your heart bring you comfort
Knowing I'm free...
To visit others glorifying me!

Where I'm to go,
And how I will choose...
Learn to trust the love we've known,
In the Light of Christ, we're one!

Though you may mourn me,
Though, through the night...
Learn to trust the love we've known
In the Light of Christ, we're one!

Until my work's...done, my love.


Love and light

Henjoca


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Silk on Saturday, May 1, 2004 - 08:40 am:

Took a look at this thread tonight.

Really nice words for the tune of Greensleeves, Mal, and it's obvious you are quite a scholar of the written word. Very impressive! You are a very talented lady! :)

Never realised you were nOgger from so far back! I am honoured to have met you. *courtesies, then floats to the ceiling and disappears in a sea mist*


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Malauna on Saturday, May 1, 2004 - 05:39 pm:

*blushing* The honour is in knowing you,Silky. I would not have come back to Tir had it not been for you. I kept feeling your presence. Your appreciation of my 'gifts' that have been endowed is keeping me from floating too high...LOL! Would you quit yanking me back when I want to traverse the eternities forever?

Serious, I sometimes cannot endure the pain alone. Others here at Tir have unknowingly kept me alive when my body was in severe trauma because my spirit has hung onto their words of encouragement. The last time I tried to express this it was snipped, so will forego that part. They may or may not know who they are.

The physical pain is excruciating at times but yet, pales when compared to the other levels of healing...the light that runs through my body to be changed to a higher vibrational frequency. Gosh...starting to get very gushy in here again. That tells you I am still not fully connected back to this realm. My heart gets very tender because I want so much to stay in higher realms.

Sometimes some ONE person needs to hear about the places I have been in order to foster faith and hope in Eternity. I have always been attacked every time I share these truths. Would this be the lowest realm if we did not have opposition in all things that are good?

Maybe things happening in this life like your brother being killed when he had his entire life ahead of him will begin to make sense to you. Maybe the supposedly 'senseless' bloodshed in the current world conflicts makes no sense, unless you understand that we are being tested and this is not perfection by any means here in Time.

Maybe the understanding will slowly come that there is a God who knows each son and daughter personally...would bless them with their very own Heartwish desire except, they deny His existence. Even in the painted shells of Religion, there is no real creedence or belief in an Eternal Being who once existed just as we are now existing in a mortal body so as to experience this level of eternity and progression.

This is really meant for you, Silky. If anyone feels the need to attack me in anger as they have in the past...so be it. Their insiduous attacks cannot change truth...it is eternal and never changes. Let them also destroy my mortal body, for that is but a brief blip in our Eternal life.

If you want to thank someone...please thank the Innkeeper. He, too, invited me back many times when I wanted to give up. I think he has given up on me, though.

May the gift of music always heal your heart and continue to raise you to the highest of frequencies where you, too, will experience the things I do.

~*~


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Silk on Sunday, May 2, 2004 - 12:15 am:

"Knowledge and understanding are life's faithful companions who will never be untrue to you. For knowledge is your crown, and understanding your staff; and when they are with you, you can possess no greater treasures."

Kahil Gibran, 1883 - 1931
Lebanese poet, artist and mystic.

Hang in there Malauna. You are going to be fine, Ladyfriend :)


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Malauna on Sunday, May 2, 2004 - 06:13 am:

OOOOOOHHHHHHHHMMMMMMM...SILKY? Do you happen to have this Lebanese poet's e-mail on the other side so I can visit with him about pain being my best teacher? He died before I could be born. Gee...maybe I could claim I am the reincarnated Hakill Gibrish? My legs are tired of hanging from the wafters...I will need to lie down and take this like a corpse before too long.

Oh yeah...I need to post the song I found, huh? *onto next post and stapling up barbed wire* A girl's gotta do what she's gotta do, right? Thanks for the support! *hanging the Passionate Pink Jock Strap from Silky on the barbs of life*


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Malauna on Sunday, May 2, 2004 - 06:17 am:

A song I found that I had forgotten I wrote so long ago...

BELIEVE IN YOURSELF

Sometimes I wonder while looking at you,
Is he for real? So strong through and through?
And then for a moment, but ever too brief,
I feel the frustration you've buried so deep.

(CHORUS)
Believe in yourself when things are down.
Believe when all others are caught up in frowns.
Believe in yourself when it seems you are wrong.
Believe in yourself, because you are strong!
~*~

Inside us all are fears and doubts,
So no one can see, we shut them out.
You have to be strong for others to see,
While hiding true feelings you become angry.

(Repeat CHORUS)

Do you ever when alone,
Find some time to call your own?
Release your feelings, sort them out,
For it is this, life is about.

(Repeat CHORUS)

There is a power inside of you,
This strength, I sense, has much to do.
Ponder, remember, things to do.
All at once they're familiar to you.

(Repeat CHORUS)

Somehow, when I feel your strength,
It makes me feel more secure, at length.
And then I know you are for real,
I understand...the strength I feel.

(CHORUS)
Believe in yourself when things are down.
Believe when all others are caught up in frowns.
Believe in yourself when it seems you are wrong.
Believe in yourself... because...YOU are strong!

~Malauna~
17 October 1985


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Silk on Sunday, May 2, 2004 - 09:49 am:

Thanks Malauna. Don't have Kahil Gibran's email or mobile sorry. Yer on yer own on dis one 'fraid. Here's a web link for y'tho.

http://leb.net/gibran/

Passionate Pink Jock Strap?? *screws nose up and grimaces...then bursts into full operatic soprano rendition of "Ach Jock, whures m'strap thae Bonnie Evenin?"....*

Verse 1: "Ach! I'm kinda shy to admit as much,
but I don't believe I've EVER touched,
Or seen for real a Jock Strap Mal,
An' despite two trips to Scotland as well!"

CHORUS: "Oooooo...."

Verse 2: "I've often wondered what they were for,
Polishing windows or cleanin' floors,
Or were they just a Highland restraint
For Rampant Scotsmen with passionate bent??!"

CHORUS: "OOooooo..."

(sigh...the everso-terribly-sad-lament of the Ballad o' Silky continues...I know...songwriting is not my forte *grin*)


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Malauna on Sunday, May 2, 2004 - 04:45 pm:

Oh MY...Oh MY...Oh MY!!! What a link you gave me. I will get back to you Silky...have a lot to tell you about sojourns in spirit that I cannot post here. Ummmm...Gibran was born 6 January and helped do what? *giggling* sounds like he was born before his time or was reincarnated as some woo-woo woman that keeps trying the impossible?

"Gibran was to seek and unite the various religious sects, in a bid to abolish the religious snobbery, persecution and atrocities witnessed at his time."

Thanks for everything! *removing Passionate Pink jock strap and picking up avocado pits and placing in support...swinging above head and hitting target dead on* I learned that on the reservation from an Indian friend. No...his name was not David. LOL! *Placing banner in Tir* Support your local pub!


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Malauna on Monday, May 3, 2004 - 05:39 am:

Hey Silky? Back for a moment as I can't get that dang opera forte (FORTE=EXTREMELY LOUD) outta my mind! Maybe you can sing it to the Goddess music? And please send me a recording to submit to local radio stations to deaden the airwaves here? Pretty boring without Howard Stern, SHOCK JOCK, and creator of Passionate Pink Jock Straps? His were the DiscJockStrap version. LOL!

You have NEVER touched a Jock strap? Well...I am the official keeper of the 'SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL NUTS' laundry bin and many jock straps have been touched by my delicate wrestling as to whether the sweaty socks or the boy's shorts with the skid marks win out over most disgusting things to launder. Do I really want to launder those 'Supporty-Sporty-Things' (Registered trademark by ~MstreeMoments~) with the 'Over-shoulder-boulder-holder' intimate foundation garments by Acclyn Smith?

My brother used to wrestle and the wrestling team wrestled with the lack of school support for wrestling until the day they hung a 'Passionate Pink Jock Strap Banner' in the main hall of our school. It read: The only support we get is the one we wear! (He also nicked them 'Under-butt-nut-huts').

Sheesh! Is there an Irish morale to the story here somewhere? Got lots of support and morale here I think?

I think this is the kinda stories ya hear in some pubs...a bit o'the local folklore and chat over a nice, hot, steaming, cuppa! (Tipping bottle of Irish Whiskey to cool down cuppa and heat up future stories)

Silky??? Did you pass out? *giggling and hanging Passionate Pink Jock Strap up on the barbs of life again with Howard Stern still intact* A girl just gotta have fun!


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Malauna on Tuesday, May 4, 2004 - 03:42 am:

TORNADO TOUCHES DOWN IN THE GRAND METROPOLIS OF WOODVILLE, IDAHO.

An uncommonly uncommon event occurred today in the booming Metropolis of Woodville, Idaho. It had been a breezy day by Idaho weather standards as a windspeed of 25-30mph+ has to be reached to be considered a windy day. The Natives of Idaho are so accustomed to wind that if it were to stop blowing, they would fall over forward from continually leaning in the wind just to stand upright.

At the home of Malauna, her children had not been home from school for long when they heard a loud roaring noise. They tried to look outside but could see nothing as it had grown dark and the air was nothing but dirt and debris.

Malauna was not at home but her children weathered the sudden storm. As suddenly as it had come up, it was suddenly calm and her daughter went outside to find the results of the fury of Mother Nature.

Malauna's daughter grabbed the digital camera and took some pictures. She was still outside with her younger siblings, as it was extremely still, when she looked up and saw the dust coming towards the house. She took a picture of the next barrage before it was to hit.

Malauna came home and saw the destruction about an hour afterward. The tornado took poles and tin off of a calf shed and one of the poles had slammed into the windshield of their Suburban, leaving a hole and shattered glass. Sheets of tin had ripped off and blown all over...and forget the shingles!

Malauna will be turning in an insurance claim as there will need to be a redo of the entire roof. When asked her thoughts about the tornado singling out her home to touch down, she was heard to ask, "Does SOS *Shit on a Shingle* work to hold shingles down?"

Malauna knows she is not in Kansas anymore...or less...considerably less the more than more the less.

Small tornadoes are not very common in Idaho and usually occur in mid July or August during the heat of the day when a cold front collides with the warm air mass and the area is pelted with large hail, usually the size of a large marble.

This occurred about three years ago and the sudden change in air pressure blew out the two side rear windows of Malauna's son's suburban and damaged their wheat crop that was prime for harvest.

Malauna was also heard to say, "Silky? Please send that recording ASAP as we need to deaden a few airwaves for sure..."

~WOODVILLE ENQUIRER~ reporter Malauna Mstree can be reached at malaunamstree@hotmail.com for all enquiring minds.


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Guest on Tuesday, May 4, 2004 - 02:14 pm:

First, we are glad you are okay, second, don't tease us, if you have digtal pics, where are they? Inquiring minds want to see as well as know


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Malauna on Tuesday, May 4, 2004 - 04:59 pm:

Ummm...the reporter is also a C.I.D. *Certified Internet Dummy* when it comes to technical things. I just barely learned where the switch was to turn the digital camera on. I have a new computer and all-in-one. Do you think I can figure out how to put the digital pics on my computer let alone post a picture here? LOL! If not for the patience of many online friends, I would still not know how to save without typing it the long way. *giggling*

The amazing thing is I can do things with my digital piano that no one has ever taught me...I just get a feeling and it works...ONE TIME usually. Some effects I have never been able to duplicate.

My friend who knows music, digital pianos and computers said that very, very few trained musicians who own a digital piano know how to use the composition features let alone do the orchestrations I am coming up with. Even with 16 track sequencer, I am very limited on how much I can record with piano...I just keep hearing so many parts. I guess ignorance is a blessing when I don't understand that I am not supposed to be able to do something.

*sighing deeply* I guess I may have to soon learn more as I now have the equipment to play my recorded voice and music from the tapes I make and record it digitally on computer and put on CD's. Can you tell I hate doing things the hard way? I just want to think it and it is done.

Now if only I could figure out how to do that with the piles of laundry and dishes? Some days after five kids have been at home it looks like we could use a small tornado to pick up a few things. *Wide grin* The house would look better AFTER than before...

Oh yes! Thank you for caring!


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Malauna on Tuesday, May 4, 2004 - 10:37 pm:

Silky? Why would I feel someone who needed me to know how he feels about me? I followed the impressions from his higher self and ended up finding this poem...thought you might enjoy the message as it encouraged me.

Dark Rosaleen

James Clarence Mangan (1803–49)


O MY Dark Rosaleen,
Do not sigh, do not weep!
The priests are on the ocean green,
They march along the deep.
There ’s wine from the royal Pope,
Upon the ocean green;
And Spanish ale shall give you hope,
My Dark Rosaleen!
My own Rosaleen!
Shall glad your heart, shall give you hope,
Shall give you health, and help, and hope,
My Dark Rosaleen!

Over hills, and through dales,
Have I roam’d for your sake;
All yesterday I sail’d with sails
On river and on lake.
The Erne, at its highest flood,
I dash’d across unseen,
For there was lightning in my blood,
My Dark Rosaleen!
My own Rosaleen!
O! there was lightning in my blood,
Red lightning lighten’d through my blood,
My Dark Rosaleen!

All day long, in unrest,
To and fro, do I move,
The very soul within my breast
Is wasted for you, love!
The heart in my bosom faints
To think of you, my queen,
My life of life, my saint of saints,
My Dark Rosaleen!
My own Rosaleen!
To hear your sweet and sad complaints,
My life, my love, my saint of saints,
My Dark Rosaleen!

Woe and pain, pain and woe,
Are my lot, night and noon,
To see your bright face clouded so,
Like to the mournful moon.
But yet will I rear your throne
Again in golden sheen;
’T is you shall reign, shall reign alone,
My Dark Rosaleen!
My own Rosaleen!
’T is you shall have the golden throne,
’T is you shall reign, and reign alone,
My Dark Rosaleen!

Over dews, over sands,
Will I fly for your weal:
Your holy, delicate white hands
Shall girdle me with steel.
At home in your emerald bowers,
From morning’s dawn till e’en,
You ’ll pray for me, my flower of flowers,
My Dark Rosaleen!
My fond Rosaleen!
You ’ll think of me through daylight’s hours,
My virgin flower, my flower of flowers,
My Dark Rosaleen!

I could scale the blue air,
I could plough the high hills,
O, I could kneel all night in prayer,
To heal your many ills!
And one beamy smile from you
Would float like light between
My toils and me, my own, my true,
My Dark Rosaleen!
My fond Rosaleen!
Would give me life and soul anew,
A second life, a soul anew,
My Dark Rosaleen!

O! the Erne shall run red
With redundance of blood,
The earth shall rock beneath our tread,
And flames warp hill and wood,
And gun-peal and slogan cry
Wake many a glen serene,
Ere you shall fade, ere you shall die,
My Dark Rosaleen!
My own Rosaleen!
The Judgment Hour must first be nigh,
Ere you can fade, ere you can die,
My Dark Rosaleen!


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Silk on Wednesday, May 5, 2004 - 01:59 am:

Beautiful song Malauna. Quite enchanting to say the least! *bright smile* Isn't it wonderful when spirit is inspired and illuminated.


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Malauna on Sunday, May 9, 2004 - 10:26 pm:

Silky...thanks for the support and friendship. I am reposting this song for you. Now that you have been listening to the music, it will mean something to you that others will never pick up on from just the words. ~*~

BE THAT FRIEND
MICHAEL McLEAN
COPYRIGHT 1986 by Shining Star Music (ASCAP)

Well, your friends know what’s right,
and your friends know what’s wrong
and your friends all know some times
it’s hard to choose.

But the friend who helps you see
where the choices will lead
is the kind of friend
you never want to lose.

It’s that friend who leads with love,
doesn’t push doesn’t shove,
just reminds you of the truth
you’ve always known.

Then does more than just talk,
takes your hand and starts to walk
by your side along the road
that leads back home.

And this friend seems to see
all the great things you’ll be
even when some things
you do would prove him wrong;

But he always believes
that the real you he sees
is a champion
he’s simply cheering on.

And the love that you feel
from a friend that’s this real
is as powerful
as anything on earth.

For it lifts and it grows
and it strenghtens and it flows
it’s what allows a soul to feel
just what they’re worth.

So many lonely souls are calling
and our brightest stars would not be falling
if only they had a friend
a real friend.

Every one hopes to find
one true friend who’s the kind
they can count on
for forever and a day.

Be that friend, be that kind
that you’ve prayed you might find,
and you’ll always have
a best friend come what may.


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Malauna on Tuesday, May 11, 2004 - 05:30 pm:

THE NEW BABY SINGS

Lying all alone in the depths of sorrow,
Suddenly a cry, of a new tomorrow.
Crying in her arms from the pain and sorrow,
A new baby's cry
Bringing hope to borrow.

Crying all alone in her depths of sorrow,
Waiting for the dawning, a new tomorrow.
Desperate she clings to the hope he brings,
Anew...
The new baby sings...

Crying for ALL, the pain and sorrow,
When in her night she has lost tomorrow,
Stolen from youth,
The innocence inside...

Crying for the trust that was violated,
Taken from her youth,
Her life was shattered,
A life destroyed,
But what did it even matter...
The new baby sings.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Short interlude
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Lying all alone with her baby singing,
The new mother trusts in a new beginning.
Tears trickle slowly, easing sorrow,
Borne so long ago...

A new baby sings of his new beginning,
Mother is comforted, in his singing.
Trusting anew in the plan of love he brings...
Her new baby sings.

Now is the time for rebuilding and healing,
Trusting anew in the hope he's bringing.
Clearing the pain and sorrows
Of long ago in her nights.

Loving, forgiving, the pain is healing.
Christ on His cross, our sins forgiving,
A glorified Son coming down to pain and sorrows...
He's healing, for GIVING!

Music and lyrics by ~MstreeMoments~
26 September 2003


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Malauna on Tuesday, May 11, 2004 - 05:42 pm:

BRINGING HEALING

Bringing healing,
With all feeling,
Bringing light to every heart...

As we search for Happiness and
All we want is satisfaction...

Bringing healing,
With all feeling,
Bringing light to every heart...

As we ponder,
And we wonder,
How our life is
Touched by glory
And the wonder
As we're healing...

~
Touched by glory,
And the wonder,
Bringing healing with all feeling...

As we search for Happiness and
All we want is satisfaction...

And we're healing,
And start feeling,
Wonders happen,
Life is glory.

Bringing peace and
Tranquil moments,
Touching hearts
With love and wonder
And the glory
We are healing.

~
Bringing love with
All His glory,
We are healing
Filled with glory.

As we search for Happiness and
Now we want full love and glory...

Bringing light to
Every heart and
We will share the
Love and glory.

Taking care to
Give our fullest,
Touching others,
Healing hearts
And bringing peace
Again and healing...
~PEACE!~


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Malauna on Tuesday, May 11, 2004 - 05:44 pm:

BRINGING HEALING by ~MstreeMoments~ 17 September 2003


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Malauna on Tuesday, May 11, 2004 - 06:24 pm:

This next song was one I had to do or forever listen to Keith Mangan singing it to me. Keith has been with me as my personal guardian angel since his death at the age of 28, 9 April 1994, only 3 days before his birthday. There is always a story behind every song I create, but this is unique in that I was really struggling with a major disappointment...rejection to the maximum.

Someone I thought was a friend betrayed my trust and I did not want to fight to live any more. I knew that if I did not write the words and then record this song, I would suffer in my own personal Hell because Keith would not stop singing it to me.

I changed the Introduction as if I were singing to Keith those words because he has always been my angel. We have accomplished many small miracles together, in spite of intense opposition. He is often prompting when little witty things pop up in my writing or conversation. He has always been a joy to work with and even my children delight in the things Keith says to them.

I had been to Utah visiting family with my three youngest children. I found Keith's and his father's graves though I never knew where they had been buried. I thought I was going to an uncle's house, ended up on the Interstate and heading for the town where this cemetery was.

You guessed it! My angel was taking me there for a special reason. I learned much from standing at those two graves. It was like I was living and feeling their lives. People ask me all the time if I am an empath, to which I reply, "That word is not even in the dictionary."

Just a gift of the spirit that has developed to the point that I do not even have to think about someone and yet I can read their 'frequency' that radiates from them without even knowing them or being with them. This spooks many people so I usually keep what I see and know to myself.

Oh geez! How did I get here? I was only going to post the words of this song but apparently Keithy Weithy, (as I call him when he calls me Helen Wellen), insists this is important. I guess that many do not believe that there are those with us even after they die, very concerned for us and all we are going through.

I caught absolute Hell from Keith's family because I had the audacity to call his mother and share another song that Keith helped me compose. It made her angry and jealous that I would be able to see and converse with Keith and she could not...

Hey! I don't ask for this! It just happens. On the way home from Utah with my three children I had a tape playing. Keith was sitting in the front seat beside me and singing the song. My three year old daughter undid her seatbelt, leaned up between the bucket seats to point and ask me, "Mom? Why's that guy whose dead singing to us?"

This caught me off guard. I mentally asked Keith if Mailee could see him and he grinned and said, "Of course she can! She can see and hear me!"

I have learned just to accept things like this and not try to explain them to others. It is one of those things that a child will understand very easily until they are taught that those things are not real. I recently had to shut down an aunt who was telling a friend not to listen to me. When I called her and asked why she was bearing false witness against me, she said that she had told the person I was 'a little off'. *giggling*

I hope to praise God! I think she under exaggerated but she claimed that she had heard it from my family and some of my sisters.

Awwwwwwwwwwwwww...such credible witnesses who give second hand information from someone they cannot even name to me? I only have nine sisters...now which one would have given her the report from my Psychotic-trist?

The upcoming generation are prepared even before birth to accept this level of seeing and experiencing things of the spirit.

Ummmm...Keith? Can I shut up now?

AN ANGEL

(Introduction: measures 1-12)

(Back up singers, alto: measures 13-24, harmonize with chorus each time)

Talks like an angel,
Walks like and angel,
Sings like and angel,
Feels like and angel,
Loving an angel,
He is my angel,
Oh...
His love divine!

(First Verse: measures 24-34)

How do I tell her the way I feel about her?
How do I share all the dreams I have about her?
Knowing she'll always be the kind of angel
There in time so full of love...
And so divine!

(Chorus: measures 35-45)

How do I tell her I need her again,
How do I tell her I love her, she's mine...
Oh there in time.

(Second verse: measures 46-56)

How do I tell her I'm standing there beside her?
Knowing the veil is thin, I want to hold her.
How can I bear not to share her love with others?
Knowing inside, the love she feels...
She's so divine!

(Chorus: measures 57-67)

How do I tell her I need her again,
How do I tell her I love her, she's mine...
Oh there in time.

(Third verse: measures 69-79)

She walks like an angel,
Her bearing tall and regal,
Lending her love to those who are downtrodden.
Sings like an angel to those who've fallen into
The depths of sorrow deep inside...
Her love divine...

(Chorus: measures 80-90)

How do I tell her I need her again,
How do I tell her I love her, she's mine...
Oh there in time.

(Fourth verse and ending: measures 91-106)

How do I tell her the way I feel about her?
How do I share all the dreams I have about her?
Knowing she'll always be the kind of angel
There in time so full of love...
She's so divine!

~MstreeMoments~ 9 October 2003


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Malauna on Tuesday, May 11, 2004 - 09:51 pm:

A Mother's concerns for her sons...

Okay...I will not rest until I have shared the vision I had of my 15 year old son. His dream is to be a gunner on a helicopter. He has a deadly aim and he seems to be preparing for this. I already have two sons in the Navy and my oldest has been to Iraq three times. The first time he went they bombed Iraq. The second time he went they also bombed Iraq. The third time they flew him over there just before the official entry of American troops in Iraq.

We had no idea when he would come home. All communication was shut down. You just pray and wait. Except...I seem to travel in spirit and see things. I somehow knew when I awoke what was really happening even before it was to manifest. I could send my son e-mails and in one I wrote to him how he needed to bolster the spirits of the Marines who were on his ship. I told him that if they became beaten down in spirit, they would not succeed and many could lose their lives.

This was before the first landing of Marines in Iraq or any announcement or war. In fact, I did not really know for sure if his ship carried Marines. I then told my son that I was sending a package to him to place a frequency of protection on he and his crew members. I asked him to share...not horde what I sent. This is one of those things that is not yet understood or easily explained.

I definitely feel like I tried to feed a fleet...as I was still allowed to send packages. Because terrorist threats had imposed a 'no-package except from immediate family' dictum, I spent hours baking all our favorite cookies and brownies for my son and the men of his ship. I lost count how many parcels and dozens of cookies...

I always play the music I have recorded when I am baking. It has incredibly high frequency and white light that creates an impenetrable barrier. I also put tapes of my music in one of the boxes and told my son to play the music often.

I did not really understand yet why I was doing this...I just follow the instructions I am given in spirit. It was not until his ship returned home that he was allowed to share what had happened. His was a ship carrying about 1500 Marines who were caught in the terrible conditions of Iraq. They endured the dust storms and other terrible conditions. They witnessed things that they may never tell others. When they did return to the ship my son said there was a difference in these men.

Not one life had been lost...only one Marine had a single registered kill. Had their morale diminished, they may not have shown the control they had exhibited.

Yes...those young men were very lonely. Some never hear a word of encouragement from home. Some never receive mail. Those men will remember the cookies and brownies as the warmth and caring of 'Homemade' feels different than the store bought packages that anyone could have sent with very little thought.

What is it about someone caring? Why can one person's influence be so far reaching? I am not asking that about what I did. I am asking that about how discouraged someone can become when all they get is the negative that society and the media spews? It is fertile breeding ground for conflict. It takes a lot to shift this negativity in our world to one of positive influence and accomplishment.

My other son called from Japan. He is out for his six months and I asked where he would be stopping next. He could not tell me but I told him where he would next call from. I guess I will need to feed that part of the fleet, too?

And I have a son in Greece who will be an interpreter during the Summer Olympics. He, also, needed encouragement. It is very hard to be in another country and able to only converse in Greek. I told him I would send music to share with the people he is meeting there.

As for my vision of my 15 year old son? I will share the words of the song these young men sang to their mothers on Mother's Day. I will change a few of the original words [ ] as I was hearing it while seeing the vision. Yes...I cried! No mother ever wants to send her son to war and wonder if they will ever come home again.

OUR MOTHERS ALWAYS TAUGHT US
(The Stripling Warrior Song)
Words and Music by Kory Kunz

Everything was silent and the smoke fire in our eyes. The cold wind blew across the land in the misty morning light. We were two thousand brothers going forth to fight. With sword and shield but without fear as we heard the battle cry. [Father in Heaven], we covenant now to fight. For liberty, land and family to the laying down of our lives. Father, our God is with us and He will not suffer us to fall. We will be obedient having faith to conquer all.

-CHORUS-
Our mothers always taught us we should never doubt. If we are true and faithful we will conquer now. Our God will fight beside us, he will help us win. Our mothers always knew it, we will all come home again.

~
We lifted up our swords and we fought with all our might. We had never fought before but we fought the [enemy]. They were bloodthirsty warriors with their faces painted red. When the battle was over, there were thousands left for dead.

-CHORUS-
Our mothers always taught us we should never doubt. If we are true and faithful we will conquer now. Our God will fight beside us, he will help us win. Our mothers always knew it, we will all come home again.

~
I fell with many wounds and was taken from the dead. I looked around the battlegrounds and the [enemy] had fled. Of my two thousand brothers here one soul had not been slain. And we could see our mother's tears as we sang this song again.

-CHORUS-
Our mothers always taught us we should never doubt. If we are true and faithful we will conquer now. Our God will fight beside us, he will help us win. Our mothers always knew it, we will all come home again.

Oh...Sheesh! I am still hearing them shout the chorus and getting tears in my eyes. What I was seeing as they sang this song was my son with many others...who were discouraged and beaten down in spirit. They had been shot down and imprisoned. I saw my son start singing this song and the others began to join in the chorus. He rallied these men, his brothers.

I also saw that they all returned home to their mothers. Had their spirits not been bolstered with this music, they would have given up and died.

So...Malauna is a dreamy, visionary woman. I would just as soon these visions not happen and my sons all grow up at home and never walk on foreign soil. But the reality is that someone has to defend our freedom and it comes at the cost of a great deal of bloodshed. I will continue to send the cookies and whatever else I feel is needed. But most important, I want my children to know of my faith and trust in our Creator and a wonderful plan that all makes sense when one views eternity.

Ummm...er, uh...Not that anyone really cares but the feeling of anxiety has left. May those who do care continue to join their faith and prayers in supporting those who defend our freedom. ~*~


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Lacie on Thursday, May 13, 2004 - 01:09 pm:

If it makes you happy ... !BE HAPPY!


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of pageLink to this message  By Malauna on Thursday, May 13, 2004 - 06:40 pm:

I appreciate those who wrote to me and the support they lend. Not every person who reads will post on the board as they want to maintain their privacy. Thanks again for understanding and the wise counsel you share. ~*~


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