Faery Juggling Joy

Faery Juggling Joy

I am working with The Heart of Faerie Oracle by Wendy and Brian Froud and The Faeries Oracle by Brian Froud and Jessica Macbeth.

*The Juggler - The Heart of Faerie Oracle

A long time ago I tried to learn to juggle. The circus school said they could teach anyone to juggle. The guy teaching me said not to worry. "You only juggle until you drop something, and everyone drops something."

I never did learn to juggle, well not with scarfs of balls. The other kind I am great at. I have some many interests, so many passions! As well as being a wife, home educator, mum and witch.

People often chide me. "Just do that one thing you are good at!"

I just have tides and seasons. Sometimes I must make music, sometimes I must write, or paint or cook. Sometimes all I want to do is readings, tarot or otherwise. So I juggle. We all juggle, until we don't.

The Juggle says

"Don't juggle something you're not prepared to drop."

Take a breath. Mind your footing. Slow down, just a bit. Do you need to add another "ball" to what you are already juggling? What can you safely drop? Is it time to focus on less? Is it time to stop worrying about the next things you might juggle?

A Collection of Pixies - The Faeries Oracle

Pixies like to get things done. They do have a lot to do. Pixies actually like helping people too.  Yet they dance it joyfully. It can be difficult for human to understand joy and duty in the same breath but fae love contradictions. Besides just because it has to be done doesn't mean you can't have fun with it. The pixies say

"Do it together and dance."

Your jobs and chores won't get done any faster but you might feel better about doing the dishes if you are singing your heart out, or have a good view out of the window.
If you have a duty and care to do something you don't have to head at it like chewing chalk. You get to choose how you honour your duties and responsibilities. It is so much happier to share the load, to laugh and talk through the work. Yes you have hard work ahead of you, you get to decide if you make it a burden or a delight.


* As per usual the faeries had it right. I wrote most of this yesterday but the Juggler add a couple more things I couldn't drop. Notably my husband need help with some D.I.Y to stop something heavy falling on his head. Then a poem came to me, so I wrote it down, and then there was lunch...you see my point!

Faeries of Challenges and Deception

Faeries of Challenges and Deception

I am using The Faeries Oracle by Brian Froud and Jessica Macbeth and The Heart of Faerie Oracle by Wendy and Brian Froud.

The Challenge - The Heart of Faerie Oracle

Fae (or fey) are challenging. They push us, block us, sometimes even trip us up. I am sure* they have their reasons and the best** of intentions, but sometimes just sometimes it also sucks.

The thing about challenges is it not often is the thing that is an issue. Most often how we deal with it. Do we laugh, do we cry, to we scream? When a hurdle is placed in our way do you jump over it? Do you wait politely for it to be moved? Do you kick it over? Do you walk around it?

Life can be full of problems, or it can be full of puzzles to solve, opportunities to take, and adventures.

They say

"This is a test. How are you going to get through it."

Challenges will be all around you. Some small but maybe something big. Something sudden and unexpected will leap out at you and make you stumble or even stop you in your tracks.

You could let it ruin your day, or your week. You could take a break and reassess where you are going and what you are doing. You could laugh at it all. Or you could keep going.

The test isn't about the challenge it is about how you react.

The Pook - The Faeries Oracle

Well the Pook has lead me on a merry dance already today. First it didn't want to be photographed this morning (it kept coming out blurry). Then it saved to some random deep dark corner instead of my faery picture file. But what do you expect, it's the Pook.

Pook likes to bemuse, befuddle and bedazzle us+ and while they are (gender neutral) are deceptive the truth is, most often we like to be deceived. 

The Pook is a paradox of all things good and bad in fae. In a weird sort of way they are excellent teachers.

Pook says

"Is that what is really going on?"

If the Pook is asking then the answer is, probably not. Someone is deceiving you. It might even be yourself. Human beings are amazing at re-writing things to suit themselves, it's a gift, but illusion and disillusion are not the same as a positive out look. The Pook is so hard to pin down. There is truth in lies, good in the bad. Sometimes we need to get out of our perspective and see things differently.

*I am as sure as I am about anything faery related

** Best for whom does spring to mind

+At least me, probably some of you lot too

Mum's the Word

The Good Mum Myth

I see a lot of these pictures about. Sometimes it's not about that they miss them or that they have died but how wonderful, special and amazing their Mum's are.

When my mum was alive it make me feel weird. Sort of hollow. Like a gap where a tooth should be and I would poke that space. I couldn't seem to leave it alone some how.

I mean how do you explain that no, my mum is not, was not, my best friend, deepest confident, biggest supporter, shoulder to cry on?

How do you explain that she was 4 foot 5 inches of toxic pain? That she hurt, harmed and belittled me over and over and over and knew?

That she had reasons, that should be be pleasant, that she was smart and polite but.... she would twist any situation to be about her. That she would pick, scratch and itch for an argument, then play the victim.

How do you explain to people who have had more healthy relationships with their family (or even ones that really don't) that sometimes you have to let go, walk away, find your peace without your mum?

That being raised by a person who didn't beat you every day, who feed and clothed you, can still be horrifically abusive?

That the absence of unconditional love burns cold?

That the "good ol' mum sayings" in my home were not like other people's?

She is dead and I am still trying to figure out what is wrong with me! Why couldn't she love me?

The fierce love I have for my husband and children is so intense, so powerful. It is primal. Magnetic.

I know she had a shitty childhood and an abusive mentally ill mother whom she barely saw. I know she never forgave her an inch. Not one. That she went into an abusive marriage and left him for a bipolar sexual predator, whom she loved until she died, over 20 years, in a distant unconnected sort of way.

Yet I know many many abused people who would never ever hurt their children. In fact they are the most protective, loyal and loving.

In the end that gap, that space opened up in me is where spirit and faith and magick came pouring in.

I don't know if I wish I had yelled at her, she would have enjoyed that. I don't even know what I would want to say. 

I was a child and she tortured me with her words and actions. With her inaction and cold spite.

All I ever really wanted was a mum.

Someone to hold me when I was sad. Believe in me. Tell me everything was going to be okay. 

Love me, just as I was.

Instead I hold my heart out and be better not bitter.

 

Empathy and Morality

Empathy and Morality 

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*I promise to explain the picture later.

I saw a post through something on Twitter ( @lucydrakeandco ) and it was asking about David Hulme's sensible knave. The basic gist is "why be moral or kind, when being moral or kind doesn't seem to have an advantage?"

There are always going to be people who see situations as games and people as objects. They seem to reap endless benefits from serving just themselves.
The thing is if you can not connect to other people, if you view them as less than or things, if you do not feel, there is something fundamentally human missing from you.
In the last century there started to see this shift away from what had been thought of as "good"; charity, kindness, concern for your fellow human beings, especially for you community were the norm. Even if you were a sociopath who only wanted power you had to appear just, kind and compassionate.
Even after the first two world wars there was enough of a sense of community, family and kinship that the general behaviour of most ordinary people was that of kindness.
After the 1960's social and emotional awakening, and the disappointment and bitterness of many who had tried peace and love and didn't feel it worked there was a great anger.
By the 1980's many of these communities were deliberately destroyed and the idea the "greed is good" took hold in a way that really shaped the world.
The less connected we are with our communities and other people the easier it is to be selfish and self serving.

We know that being "moral"** and kind does have an advantage. It makes us healthier, happier and saner. You are a social animal and we have evolved to be in co-operate communities because we survive better when we do. When we are kind and compassionate, when we empathise we are more mentally flexible and able to adapt.

Helping someone or something that is helpless like a bedraggled abandoned tiny kitten may not help us in the short term but it allows us to nurture, empathise and mentally adapt. Vital tools when we come up against problems we could not have imagined.
This is why we didn't just let out old weak, sick or disabled die. Because their knowledge, ability, or an ability we learned caring for them could come in handy later.

When my father-in-law came out of hospital he came to stay with us for quite a while. We learned a lot, dressed his wounds, sorted out his medication and while it was like dealing with a surly teenager we did what we could for him.
Pop's has since passed and although it was stressful and upsetting sometimes I was in a field camping when a friend was complaining about his foot. I had seen endless foot and leg wounds with Pop's so I offered to have a look and clean it up. I took one look (he wanted just some antibacterial stuff on it and to carry on camping.
I took one look and I knew he needed to in hospital. I could see bone. It took a while but we got him to hospital.
He still has issues on and off (he like Pop's is diabetic), but he (unlike Pop's) never lost any part of his foot.
This guy works in the NHS (I don't really know the details) but he helps keep a system that helps millions of people. In helping one or two people I helped millions of people! Everyone has a purpose, a gift a skill. There have been times when it was fundamental to our survival that we worked together, in communities and families. Our skills, and knowledge's get passed along and around and it will benefit us, even if we can not see it!

The NHS stops diseases spreading by treating everyone. In this way we are healthier as a nation. People don't get into debt get by having to pay their medical bills and criminals then can not profit from this. Is it perfect? No. It does however allow people who might die to contribute in positive ways. Ways we can not always see. Yes it is expensive but even having free medical interventions stops people dying and helps babies live that without help might die. Who knows what they might grow-up to invent, or become. Like-wise abortions are also free too. Allow women healthy choices about their body and lives.

If we become numb to the suffering of others (that doesn't mean we should wallow with them) we damage the whole. We are after all, one race, the human race. Our survival as a species will depend on our adaptability, community is our greatest ally in that.

The sensible knave (a knave is a medieval equivalent of asrehole/shit/low) can not see that being moral, kind and just does benefit him. Selfishness is short-sighted. It doesn't see the big picture and it tends to destroy rather than build. This why Government fear communities, especially female run ones. They are a force to be reckoned with. Moral** is different for different people. The personal code with which you conduct your life both internally and externally is is a road map of connection. It is a key of adaptation. It also has the benefit of making you happy!

Bright Blessing xxx

(not bad for writing with a migraine huh?)

Maiden, Mother, Crone.

Maiden, Mother, Crone.

 There is some resistance to this idea. Some blame Robert Graves, some Gerald Gardener. Mostly it is the idea of Croning.

"I don't feel like a Crone!"

"I am a Queen, not a Crone!

All this comes back to our fear or ageing, and societies idea that you have to "keep young and beautiful, if you want to be loved."

Men can age and mature, but a woman who looks her age has "let herself go".

I am not saying that maybe the idea of of virgin/mother/hag or lover/mother/death wasn't placed on women by men. I am not saying that we should feel comfortable about having our labels coming from an external male gaze.
However this symbol was created and by whom is not as important to the meaning, depth and empowerment it brings women and communities. How it helps them embrace their bodies and natural seasons. Allowing them to trust their bodies, their show them respect and love that is lacking. 

What I am saying is that women dance in three cycles. That they wax and wane in these cycles (knowingly or blindly) during their lives. Women, like snakes shed their skins, as they shed their blood. In endless spirals moving in and out, towards and away from a core of self.

The menopause which stops women having children when it is no longer physically safe to do so, but we are one of a few animals to live beyond our ability to reproduce. One theory ( the Grandmother Hypothesis)  about this quirk is that we evolved this way to teach and to add in the birthing process, to look after our children's, children. To pass on skills and knowledge and to care for children who might have lost parents.

Maiden

Without the male gaze idea of "virgin" which is a myth and mistake all on it's own, what does "maiden" mean?

If we remove the "virgin" idea it is about a woman growing into herself. Her Goddesses are often ones of forest, or hunting, wildness and freedom. It is the time when a girl is learning and growing quickly. There is a power and purity in her focus and self belief. (You do remember being a teenager and being so sure about everything?)

Swift as an arrow, fresh and green as spring and just as unpredictable!

Mother 

Some folks hate the whole idea of mother so much they reject this out right. While in certain places in the world the idea that women are cattle still pervades mothering is so much more than that. Mothering is a creative process. Mothers are a doorway to the future and the past. It is both an odd combination of skills and can be a transcendent state of being. It is full of contradictions and  wildness and ferocity. Some women can pop out 8 kids and not have a maternal  bone in her body. Some have no womb and embody mothering. At it's core it is about nurture, space and love. Unconditional, unwavering love. It is teaching someone to tie their shoes, to walk, to sing. It is a doorway to the past (the ovary that became me was formed when my mother was in her mother's womb) and the future (my daughter's potential children were forming inside while inside me).

Even genetically carry children puts their D.N.A  into the mother's body. It changes them on cellular level. 

Crone

The Wise One gets a lot of flack. Culturally they are "non-people". Even medically LOLNP is short hand for Little Old Lady No Pain. 

Yet from the moment we come out of the Mother phase of our lives we are in Crone territory. The narrow band of "acceptable" in who and how women can be tightens more cruelly.

Heaven forbid that they are sexual, powerful, cunning and strong.

I come from some serious Crone women. Hands like iron and faces like coal shovels for the most part. They could wring cotton sheets dry by hand, sing like angels and make grown men's testicles shrink up into their bodies with a look and woe betide you if they had to use "The Voice".

The fear of death and the fear of being rejected or "dumped" into the LOLNP means women keep trying to stay in the Maiden or Mother as long as they can. They do not the see the beauty or grace of one place or another. They find no peace in the between either.

As with all things in nature everything is always in motion and all three have the whisper of each other in them. While biology will play a part, but it is the spinning of the spirit in it's cycles that bring these parts into sharper focus. 

Bright Blessings xx

5 Spiritual Rules to Live By

                5 Spiritual Rules to Live By

I am not big on rules, redes, laws or commandments. I don't like them because they are too rigid and one size doesn't fit all.
That said we are born craving structure and structure is dictated to us from a young age. It feels familiar and safe, even when it isn't. Here are my rules.

1 Keep Breathing

It sounds obvious, but you would be surprised how many folks hold their breath, breath shallow and forget this. Keep breathing in good times and bad. It helps heal and clarify. It helps reduce your reaction and change it into action. Breathing deeply from the belly is so simple but it can change your whole day. In three deep breaths your vision can become clearer, you slow you heart rate and begin to lower stress hormones in the blood. In 10 deep breaths you have really changed your whole bodies chemistry for the better.

2 Watch your Thoughts and Words

Is that really "the voice" of reason, or practicality in your mind? Is that cringing niggle an echo of someone else's words? Is that worry, anxiety or rage a fear you have, or was it given to you? Did you collect it like a childhood nick-name or scar? Is it your 4th grade teacher telling you are stupid? Is it your parent, grandma, or siblings words cutting into your happiness?
Take a moment to watch the tone of your inner voice. Take it back to a positive time or place in your mind.
In that vein be careful with the words you place on others. Even if you do not say them to their face. If you are stewing about the negativity of others you are being toxic. Worst you are being toxic to yourself and people you love the most.

3 Respect and Reverence

Grant being-ness to to everyone and everything around you. If you are a hard-core vegan, I respect you. Someone who is a hunter, I respect that too. I grant being-ness the ground beneath my feet, the water I drink and in so doing I realise how connected we all are. When I approach the world with being-ness I am more able to empathise and to forgive, especially when I gift being-ness, reverence and respect to myself. I don't have to like or love everyone. I don't have to agree with their beliefs or politics. Some people are truly stupid, annoying and awful. Yet they are, and therefore I accept their being. I see their light even if they do not use it, or throw it away. In this you have to accept your full self. Exactly how you are. Accept yourself with respect and reverence. Give yourself forgiveness and healing. Give yourself time and attention.

4 Stand Up for Those Who Can't

Go to the protest, the rally, the sit-in. Send email, sign petitions, do charity drives. Volunteer. Join a group. Make a group. Meditate together. Dance together. Sing together. Plant the trees. Rescue those you can. Open your home. Open a shelter. Collect litter. Re-cycle. Plant a garden. 

You don't have to attack or hate someone to help out. You don't have to boil with anger to protest. 

Be the change you want to see in the world. 

No-one can do it for you. You must do it yourself.You can do it from a place of kindness.

From a place of love.

5 Honour what is Different, Love what Connects

We are all unique and beautiful. We do not need to be the same to be lovable, acceptable or good. You don't have to be "colour-blind" not to be racist, in fact you make it worse by not acknowledging the in equality inherent in the systems. Instead embrace the rainbow colour. Embrace the spectrum of gender, sexuality, ethnicity and a thousand other spectrum's we as humans fall on. 

The thirst for real connection drives all kinds of unhealthy desires from sexual aggression and toxic relationships to kinds of addiction. 

This human desire for connection can make us crazy sometimes. We want a connect and it doesn't happen the way we want it to we get angry and hurt. 

Instead of searching for relationships, search for good, honest energy connections. If we focused on that we would all be a lot happier and healthier. 

There are a lot of rules out there. Some obvious, some obtuse. Some about magick, some religious. 

I am of the opinion that these rules would help everyone. I allow there to be space for them to be wrong too. 

Peace, Joy and Bright Blessings xxx

Faery of the Forest and Green

Faery of the Forest and Green

Faeries of the Forest and Green

Who dance amongst leaves unseen

Who whisper, sigh and creak

Like nuthatch and squirrel meet

Watch with gleaming eyes.

The Lady of the Forest - The Heart of Faerie Oracle

There is a serene reverence and joy around this Lady. It is as though she is dreaming in some dappled shade or perhaps communing with the supple birch as they dance through the forest, slowly to us, but quickly to the forest. 

Yet the forest is only ever silent when the hawk and buzzard fly, or even the hunter with a gun. The forest speaks in silences far more loudly than its calls. She is in the silence, in the hum of the fungus beneath the deep moss and mud. Whispering from tree to tree. Grove to grove. She is as soft and yielding as the moss but she is almost unbreakable. For if the tiniest speck survives it just keeps growing. She is the twisting dance of honeysuckle and ivy. She is in the purple of the stately foxgloves that ring their silent bells. She says

"You too are connected to the web of life. The greatest strength is to keep growing."

You might be blessed today by Her. Maybe a ladybird (ladybug) or grasshopper. Maybe a bird will peek at your window. Maybe a leaf or petal will land on you. The only way we die is if we stop growing. It doesn't have to be showy. It doesn't have to look like much, because some much happens beneath. You just have to keep growing, learning, reaching up and out and down. If you need to re-charge or focus come to her for healing. Walk between the mighty silver columns of tall beech trees. Sit on soft warm moss. Look at the stained green glass of leaves.

The Green Woman -  The Faeries Oracle  

As you can clearly see The Green Woman is a very serious Lady. She is the other aspect of the Lady of the Forest (no I didn't plan this, this is what I drew). She knows that while reverence is all well and good mirth and joy are what make life worth living.

While faery are famous for their interesting sense of humour. She likes to dance and sing, make music, and likes if you do too.

"If it isn't fun make it fun. If it isn't fun don't do it.

Just as a root can crack concrete so laughter can crack the darkest day. Play, fun and laughter seem childish and unimportant but in truth it adults who fail to understand play and playfulness are vital to being happy and healthy.

Faery Song and Singing

Faery Song and Singing

I am using two oracle decks, firstly The Heart of Faerie by Wendy and Brian Froud. The second is The Faeries Oracle by Brian Froud and Jessica Macbeth.

The Lady of Song - The Heart of Faerie Oracle

Most people who haven't done a lot of singing, or at least not the trained kind, think singing is something that you do with your throat.

It isn't that at all. Singing requires the whole body. I try and explain that much like a guitar the sound comes from the belly, the notes come from your neck and you tune yourself with your pegs (your ears). Most everyone can sing given time, training and of course tuning.

Those who struggle do not do so because they haven't the strings (the throat) or the belly to make the sound. No only on the rare occasion when someone truly can't sing it is because they can not listen.

Listening is the skill required most to make pleasant and tuneful music. She says

"Listen! What is your soul really singing?"

 When you can connect your soul with  your voice, nothing short of magick happens. Music that revels that, really shows something is very different than most of the vapid junk out there. It isn't how perfect, or tuneful but how real it is that moves us. 

There is something healing in song. Healing in allowing something so deep within us out. When we listen, and sing out our own song it changes the world.

The Singer of Initiation - The Faeries Oracle

I have written extensively about initiation* and this singer is the bringer of deeper secrets, hidden knowledge's and truer faith, what ever that might be. Yet you must surrender to it. Let go of the ego, let go and listen truly and deeply to your heart song. Listen to your soul song and if you can join your voice in chorus. Connect your song with those around you. It doesn't have to be their song, in fact it doesn't matter if it is totally different because it the harmonies that are important. 

*click on the blue word to read more about initiation.

The Singer say

" Your soul will transform your life, or life will transform your soul."

Initiation is always a mixture of something we choose to do and something that is done to us and through us. Sometimes it hurts, because change even the best change can be painful. The doorways are open and now you must pass through. You must grow. You can not remain as you have been. You can not see and know without being changed.

Faeries of Truth and Change

Faeries of Truth and Change

I am using The Heart of Faerie by Wendy and Brian Froud and The Faeries Oracle by Brian Froud and Jessica Macbeth.

Sylvanius - the Faeries Oracle

Sylvanius is a complicated guy. Well the truth is complicated too. All about perspective, time, attitude. Nature doesn't lie, not often anyway.  He keeps watch on the 'teen. Between here and there, Faery and our world, especially in the woods and wild places.

In the wilds we are often faced with the truth about ourselves that we can keep safely hidden in the "real" world.

The woods, is a dream land too, where the truth is dressed in all kinds of masks. Where things are real and unreal. Opposite but not opposing and where the dichotomy of things spins like a coin on it's edge. Like the swords edge. Sylvanius say

"Minding true things by what there mockeries be." 

There is a truth in jest, and art, plays and songs, artists (like the Bard himself) know. In fact sometimes we have to show a lie, to tell the truth too.

If you want to be easy, well, sorry! It's time to come clean. Even, no, especially with yourself. If you need to make it "fiction" to say it, if you need to write in a novel, a song or poem, or paint it in a picture, do that. Of course truth will out eventually any way. It is it's nature, like ivy and thorn to bring down the walls that divide us. For while you are in the wilds, the wilds are also in you.

The Queen of Passage - The Heart of Faerie

Faery like 'tweens. The shifting place between one thing and another. Where things rub, overlap, pull apart. Faery accept change far more easily than we. We like things how they are but they never stay that way. Our biggest struggles are fighting against change, even desired change. 

Change often requires work. Yet we have to surrender to it. To the process, blood, pain, tears and all. If we find that calm space in ourselves. If we can just let go we will find the transitions much easier.

She says

"Keep breathing. In and out. In and out. You can do it."

She will deliver you into the next part of your life. She is there guiding, checking and trying to make it as smooth as possible. Relax. Work with the process and don't fight so hard. Keep breathing. Have a touch of faith. Listen to your better instincts. All things do pass after all.

Faery Questions

Faery Questions

I am using The Heart of Faerie Oracle by Wendy and Brian Froud and The Faeries Oracle by Brian Froud and Jessica Macbeth.

The Question - The Heart of Faerie 

Questions are like keys. Knowing the right question can unlock all sorts of situations, difficulties and problems within and in the world. Faeries ask us all kinds of questions, especially in quests and journey's (quest, I, on?).

The problem with most people is they only ask questions they think they know the answer to. You would be surprised how often I have had clients begged me to tell them one way or another not for the truth, or a truth, but for a lie they desperately want to cling to. 

I'd probably make a lot more money if I gave them the sweet lies, but I just can't do it. 

"No, he is not going to leave his wife."

"Yes, your crazy ex will stalk you."

"It's going to get worse before it gets better."

Some people are stranger still, in that they get the answer they are looking for and can't except it. They wrestle with it, you can see something inside them refuses to accept good news, or the thing they want. They twist and turn on the seat.

Then there are the folks who's question/s make more questions. This usually means their question wasn't the best question they could have asked. It could have been vague, too specific. 

The Question says

"What do you really want to know?"

An answer is coming. You might like it. You might not. You might have needed a better question. You might twist and wriggle away from the answer good or bad. If you don't have the answers you want or you are comfortable with, that could bring up a whole host of interesting questions. 

The Singer of Courage 

Most people think fear is a terrible thing and that feeling frightened is some how a weakness. Fear is not a weakness. Fear is the body telling the mind something important. Something to warn it about pain. Sometimes we need to hear the warning and jump right out and do it anyway.

Courage is braving the crowded supermarket in the school holidays and not having a panic attack. 

Courage is in speaking up for yourself and for others.

Courage is really accepting who you are and being that person even though it is easier and convenient not to be.

It is being bruised and broken-hearted and loving anyway. 

Big brave things, like jumping off a bridge with a piece of elastic on your feet seem more impressive but it is the courage to be authentic, vulnerable and present that changes the world. 

The Singer of Courage says

"What are you really afraid of?"

When we look at ourselves and begin to deconstruct our fears, ration, irrational, social and taught we begin a courageous journey.

If we can sing our own song, dance our own dance, live our own life, then we truly are courageous. 

Faery Sorcery and Unity

Faery Sorcery and Unity

I am using The Heart of Faerie Oracle By Wendy and Brian Froud and The Faeries Oracle by Brian Froud and Jessica Macbeth.

The Sorcerer - The Heart of Faerie 

The Sorcerer is not quite what most people think of when the world "faery" pops up. He looks like a Brownie. If not of the house variety when certainly that type of faery. Hard working, grumpy, and always listening.

"I wish", you yell. Up his ears prick! 

What magick is at his command?

While most Brownies like to help around the house that is not his job (they do take their jobs seriously).

His job is old magick. Powerful, ancient and deep.

He grants wishes. Not like the twinkly kind of faery. He shows you how powerful you are. In this regard he gets quite a reputation. His magick is not in the warm and fuzzy feeling of "ish".

He wants things to specific, detailed, and wise. He says

"Make better wishes!"

Sometimes we forget how powerful our words, thoughts and wishes are. Most often we forget to control our thinking (and our magick). He gives us exactly what we wish for. It is never boring when he is around and it always works, well, like magick. That said there are often some...interesting consequences. 

Unity - The Faeries Oracle

Unity is less a faery and more an understanding. All faery are different but they are all connected. What harms one, harms them all and they feel it. What brings one joy lifts them all. It is a shame we forget we too are all connected, to each other and to the beautiful world we live in. Cooperation, connectedness, to the earth and each other, to magick and ourselves is an integral part of being human.

Unity sing

"You are everything."

Get "in touch" with your better self. What ever you might call that. Spirit, higher self, God/dess. Better yet connect with the world. Be it a partner, lover, community or place. We are powerful, beautiful beings and if we could just work together, less ego, less bullshit, less me, me, me, I, I, I, we might discover what connects us is far stronger than what keeps us apart.