I have a great many interests. Among them is writing poetry, taking photo's, the practice of T M and following a druid like path. What I am not nor have I ever been is subservient or fanatical. In the true sense of the term I am a free thinking person.
Thursday, 24 November 2011
Faery at Large
Friday, 18 November 2011
A Visit to Faery
I am starting off with an apology to those of you who are very sensible and aware that the subject I will shortly write about is a sign of insanity on my part, except that it is not and was conducted to explore possible life in other realms.
Some years ago I used to spend a lot of time doing trance channeling. This came about by using certain cerebral skills that I learnt from the practice of transcendental meditation, something which I still practise for a few minutes twice a day.
Channeling brought in a considerable amount of information on variety of topics that I could not have learned from any other source.
The immediate area where we live is well known locally as being Red Cap Country (The Folk/Faery) with numerous faery paths criss-crossing the fields. The Folk have been seen playing hurling along their own roads and tales abound about who has seen them and who has not.
So it seemed to me that here was a subject that needed to be investigated.
Communication with Faery took a little while to establish, even though I had been involved with some healing work for a Welsh druid friend that bordered on that area some years previously. This time I had the assistance of a colleague who would switch on and off the tape recorder whilst I was in trance and would ask a set of questions which we had agreed on earlier.
The information gained was that The Folk stand between homo sapiens and creation, in fact they belong to Nature much more so than we do. Similarly, at the opposite end of the spectrum Angels, for those members of the major religions, stand between their God & homo sapiens. Just as people don't often see angels, the Folk are likewise hidden from our general sight living as they do on a plane of existence that borders our own and only rarely merges.
The Folk have a mentality which can best be described as 'playful' when in contact with us, however within their own domains the business of life and it's politics is just as serious as ours. During the channeling sessions the Folk would make use of puns in a light hearted manner; one of which was to describe another member of the Folk as being Terry Ibble - terrible!
On occasions, for reasons best known to themselves, they have been known to cross the division between the two planes of existence and live with a human. There is a story in my locality of a Faery woman who while her husband was assisting his neighbours to cut corn, ran across the field and jumped into a lake. Voices were heard rising out of the lake welcoming her back saying
" Hooray and Welcome home, Meela Moor as long as you didn't tell the verge about the egg water"
The complete meaning of this sentence is lost to us apart from the phonetic 'Moor' which may be the Gaelic mór meaning 'big' and 'Meela' or míle in Gaelic, meaning 'thousand'. Perhaps they were saying 'A thousand big welcomes'.
What we don't know is the language The Folk themselves use. Unfortunately the story was not told to me until long after I had stopped channeling and this is something that I am now loathe to resume practicing.
Wednesday, 9 November 2011
A Samhain's Eve
On Samhain' Eve
a fire burned and candles flamed
under a waxing moon in a starlit sky.
Walked a single silent file of druids
thrice around a standing stone
each round a blade of the awen.
Forward then to a ritual home
breasted by elder,rowan and oak
a sacred circle awaited secrets.
Each hooded figure called
across the winds of time
ancestors, gods and fae folk
to bring their speciality
wisdom, history and humour
with old tales now forgotten
of mystery and magic.
The ancient ones live on
alive in their memory
they wander to imbue the land
and through the veil inspire
open minds with gifts.
(Let this then be a tribute!)
©MRL 08-11- 2011
Monday, 7 November 2011
Months of the year in Gaelic & Manx
I have noticed when surfing the world wide web that there is often a mix up between Irish & Scots Gaelic so I had the idea of putting some of my research to good use by listing the months in these languages. For good measure I have also listed Manx which arguably seems to be close to both Irish and Scots with a smattering of something else which might possibly be either Welsh, Norse or a blend of both?
As Gaeilge (Irish Gaelic)
Eanáir (January)
Feabhra [aka Imbolc] (February)
Márta (March)
Aibreán (April)
Bealtaine (May)
Meitheamh (June)
Lúil (July)
Lúghnasa (August)
Meán Fómhair (September)
Deireadh Fómhair) October
Samhain (November)
Nollaig (December)
Scots Gaelic
Am Faoilleach
An Gearran
Am Márt
An Giblean
An Céitean
An t-Ógmhios
An t-Luchar
An Lúnasdal
An t-Sulcain
An Dámhair
An t-Samain (Samhuin in Old Scots Gaelic)
An Dúbhlachd
Scots Gaelic is not the same as Irish Gaelic however similar. The two languages are distinct so an Irish translation is not a substitute for a Scottish Gaelic translation.
Manx
JANUARY. Mee s’jerree yn-gheurey. The end of the winter month.
FEBRUARY. Yn-chied vee jeh’n arragh. The first of spring, or vernal quarter.
MARCH. Mee-veanagh yn arree; also called yn-mart. The middle of Spring month.
APRIL. Mee s'jerree yn arree; also, Yn Avril. The end of Spring month.
MAY. Yn Baaltin; or, Yn-chied vee jeh’n tourey. The Beltein ; or, The first month of Summer.
JUNE. Mee-veanagh yn touree. The middle month of Summer.
JULY. Mee s’jerree yn touree. The end of Summer month.
AUGUST. Yn-chied-vee jeh’n ouyr. The first month of harvest.
SEPTEMBER. Mee-veanagh yn-ouyr. The middle month of harvest.
OCTOBER. Mee s’jerree yn ouyr. The end of the harvest month.
NOVEMBER. Yn-chied vee jeh’n gheurey. The first of the. Winter month or,
Yn Tauin, or Sauin, Hollantide month.
DECEMBER. Mee-meanagh yn-gheurey. The middle of the Winter month.