What is quite amazing is how much of this We thought We only began to real-eyes in 2011 or 2012. For Us it is a great example of the tricks time and memory play on Us. Especially when We hit the snooze button.
This may have been written in 2005 but We theel it is very applicable to today. Perhaps it is today.
Chapter 1:
Tell Us a story
Tell Us a
story. Tell Us a story!
But, You don’t always like My
stories.
That’s because sometimes “they”
are so harsh.
Do You mean harsh as in true?
We would say more like harsh as in
real.
Yes, I would agree.
Okay, let Me see, well not exactly see
as in saw, but then again that might be fun or better than harsh. Did
I ever tell You the One about?
Yes, You told us that One. In fact You
told Us that One so many times…
Well (I know: deep subject) how about
this One?
That One?
No, I said this One! I remember
a good One. Would You like to hear about the return of faerie?
Wow, yeah, when did that happen?
It hasn’t happened yet of course,
after All it was only a few thousand years ago that faerie departed
Our shores. Hardly time enough to get anywhere much less return
again. I mean: what’s the point of leaving if You are just going to
turn around and return in a few thousand years?
Okay, okay, but how can You remember it
if it hasn’t happened yet?
I’m not sure I understand the
question.
How can We be any clearer?
Couldn’t be too hard since You are
not being clear at all right now.
Oh let go and tell Us Your story.
It’s not exactly My story. In fact I
don’t think it belongs to anyOne. Perhaps it belongs to everyOne.
How does One (or more) establish ownership of a story? Or, how does
One (or more) establish ownership of anything? I mean when You think
about it, it doesn’t really make any sense at All, whatever it is
that it is. And, further more…
Oh do get on! You do ramble so.
Of course I ramble, what else is a
story for? If One can’t ramble how is One able to get anywhere? And
if One can’t get anywhere, where would more be? Now if You look at
it that way (or this way) it is still the same, it just looks
different. Or perhaps it looks the same, the only difference is Your
point of view which can make all the difference in the world (or
worlds). And Once upon a time faerie left and then it returned. The
end!
Don’t be a bore.
If You don’t want Me to ramble and
You don’t want Me to be concise who do You want Me to be?
Be You of course.
I generally am, unless I’m being
someone else and in truth even then I Am still MySelf.
So tell Us about the return of faerie.
Once upon a time:…
Sit back and relax,
relax and remember, remember the time when rock and bird and tree are
One and remember the time when “they” will be again. Relax and
breathe, breathe deep and deeper, relax, relax and go deeper into
Your mind. In Your mind find all the truths that ever were and ever
will be. Remember faerie as it was in its glory. In the height of the
faerie times, and the breadth of faerie joy, remember. Do You
remember?
Many might ask if there is a
difference between elves and fairies and what is faerie? My answer
would be that there is no answer, but if pressed I would tell You
that it depends on who asked and whom it was that who asked. You
might reply that obviously You had asked Me and then I would have to
say that there is no answer. Or perhaps I would say that “they”
are different only in ways that anything else is different from
itSelf. Then You would probably say: that is no answer, and We would
be back where We started (which of course is where We always
are/were) and I could say: “I told you so” if I were the kind of
person to say: “I told you so”. Which of course I'm not.
So now You are sitting here
relaxing, maybe having a nice cup of Java (even though that doesn’t
really contribute to relaxing). So You are sitting and relaxing and I
shake You up with My rambling and who knows what I’m talking about?
Relax and enjoy the ride, it’s free, only the story costs You Your
time. My attention costs a dime: “American Express will do nicely
thank You.”
Relax and see with Your mind,
see All the things Your eyes can never believe. See All the sounds
beyond Your range. Follow the sound to where it grows soft and faint,
no don’t faint, let the sound faint. Let it draw You in and breathe
You out. Let Your cares drift off to castles of sand and faerie mist
and see the clouds of marshmallows flowing through Your mind. Follow
any sound to where it starts and where it ends and tell Me if “they”
are the same place or far removed, in Your mind or..... or.....
or.... where else is there?
Which way did it go?
Away, away it went this way.
Follow it there and You are here, riding the waves, drifting away and
sway with the music drifting away, which way?
This way, this is the way. Is there only One way? Of course only One
as many as You dream a thousand and One and only One. Drift away, oh
drift away deeper in Your mind to where You stay.
Did You stray?
Deeper and deeper
drift away.
Remember faerie,
remember “their” day. Do You see a castle of mist? Do monkeys
steal Your underwear at night? Does it make any sense? Can You
remember tomorrow? Does today ever end? If You stay in the now where
did You go?
Relax, I say relax
while I shatter Your firm beliefs and wrench Your soul with truths
that soothe the savage beast and anger gods that have never known
wrath. Relax, relax for You know the truth and what I say can never
change that! So where is fear?
A dark and lonely
place beneath the earth lies hidden from everyOne’s sight. Exposed
today for All to see, for in Your mind are the eyes of All and torn
from Your mind are cries of truth and wonder to behold. So look again
and You are safe. Safe in Your arms I lay and rest, relax and go deep
within Your mind.
In Your mind I lay
and rest. Relax, let YourSelf drift, follow Your heart, Your heart of
hearts. Drift away, oh drift away, let music and dreams carry You
away. Let Your heart-spring carry You away, away to where You long to
be and feel the joy, the faerie joy as “they” laugh and dance, as
We laugh and dance. And free once more We will ever be, and free once
more We have ever been. Away, away, drift away to streams of joy and
bliss of night.
Only in Your mind
lay joy and fear, let go!
Drift, drift away
to where I lead, to where We have been. Feel all the colors that You
have ever been and then again drift away on clouds of sand and
emerald lands. We are the joy, We are the bliss and NOW’s the time,
the place, The end.
The shore is near,
You have journeyed far. The music has grown thin and frail. I see
the boats as “they” return and ride the waves. The sails, oh My
gods and demons the sails so bold, “they” blazon the sun and
“they” raise the stars. Look, look deep, deep in Your mind and
now You know: All is there.
The white boats. Do You see the white boats? Boats with sails spun of gold, sails stretched taught by winds of angelic chorus. The harps drive the boats on and on, drifting deep, drifting deep, deeper and deeper in Your mind. See with Your mind and drift away. Let harps made of spring grass carry the tune that will draw You in and sail You on. I am here, here with You, fear not little One. Grow bold and call Our name and watch the sails draw All in. Be safe, ever safe in the haven of Your love.
Bold, We grow bold,
bold as a lion lying down by the lamb. Spring grass plays My heart
and whispers My love. I sing of the day while I dream in the night
and the lamb calls to mother the goddess of light. Drift on little
One and dream in My heart. Be warm and feel safe You live in Our
love.
Look! Look! What’s
that? What is that so far away yet close as My heart?
The dragon’s
breath. It is the dragon’s breath I see. The dragon’s breath
drives the boats on, fills the sails, and sounds like a chorus of
angels and harps so clear that “they” could coax spring flowers
out of a field of snow. Yes even snow fresh fallen and drifted deep,
deep, deeper in Your mind. Drift deep, and deep and deeper in Your
mind and I am there.
I Am. I Am here. I
Am in Your dream, Your dream of joy and castles of mist and mounds of
faerie dust. Cotton candy spun gold and colors of joy fill Your mind
and drift deep to the truth that lies in Your heart. Sing free the
dragon’s breath sounds clear and draws Us in as it drives the white
boats. The white boats cutting the waves and froth to grow larger and
draw near and nearer My heart. Faerie returns. Go deep and go deep,
deeper in Your mind.
The white boats
riding the sea, “their” prows cutting the waves, froth in “their”
wake. Oh behold “their” hulls look like perfect white stallions
charging through the sea with “their” manes flying free in the
wind. How glorious a sight growing near. Do You see? Do You feel? The
time of faerie draws near once again.
Perhaps.
Where did “they”
go? When did “they” leave? What drove “them” away?
Why do “they”
return?
Stories indeed lay
hidden in Our mind.
Answers breed more
questions.
The wheel of time
rolls round and round, is it time We have come full circle?
Are We just chasing
our tails?
Once again go
deeper in Your mind. Relax and breathe and go even deeper. You are
the answer, go deeper. Have You ever seen night fall or day spring?
All that is or was or will be is You. I Am All that is and was and
ever will be, breathe deep. Follow the sounds, All sounds around,
follow “them” on and in, into Your mind. Deeper We go, deeper
still, farther back through the dream and ride the waves.
Remember when faerie
departed. Take only a brief glance, You don’t have to stay there,
only catch a glimpse of what happened so that You remember, so that
We can heal. Yes, the dawn of the age of war drove faerie from Our
shores, for “they” can not abide hate and greed and All the right
that makes Us fight. Now man is growing tired of war, the healing may
begin breathe deep and remember peace. You are the peace.
You are the anger and the hate
and the fear so let it go. When You are ready, when man truly grows
tired of war, then let it go. That’s All, that is so much. I cling
to death and greed like the drowning cling to anything that floats.
Let go, I can’t remember how! Help Me let go. Pry My fingers from
My pain. Breathe and go deep, You are safe, You are strong, it is
only Our dream and You are welcome to Your pain for just as long as
You hold on to anger. Fears, anger, hate, greed “they” are All
the same and You can hold on to All or let go. You are welcome to
Your pain as long as You hold on to it.
Follow Your heart to where it
breathes. To where it breathes and laughs. You are the very young
One, We are the wise, the innocent are here, All these hidden from
Our sight. In Your mind We live on. Look deep into Your mind. I Am
there. Breathe and I Am here, You are in My mind, I Am in Your
dreams. I Am the dream. I Am the dreamer. Remember You are dreaming,
always dreaming, I Am the dreamer.
Breathe and relax, You are safe.
You are always safe in Our love. Hold Me in Your mind and We are
safe. We are always safe, this is only Our dream. We only dream of
war and death and pain and hate. Remember We are One All-ways One. We
are always safe and go into Your mind We are safe. Hear the colors
Once again, sing the breath of the dragon, sail on through the night,
and follow sound to the edge of darkness. Does it end? Or, does it
begin and is it here or there? Are We now or then? Where do We live?
Answers breed more questions.
Remember the sword that was
forged to heal not to hack. A concept totally foreign to Our
thinking, born when We were deep in the age of war, as foreign as
infinity is to Our finite world, Our dream of limits. Excalibur was
born in the age of faerie or perhaps it was born early in the age of
war. There really is no definite line between the ages, not like
boundaries on a map. Ah, but I’m getting ahead of MySelf or perhaps
behind, both of which are impossible of course and I should stay on
course of course or perhaps a nice chorus of “lawdy dah” would do
nicely or a course in literature or a course of bread pudding and set
My course for the stars.
Here I go again. I will probably
end at the beginning as We follow the wheel of time, so I have
difficulty starting at the beginning or staying stuck in time. I do
think that in order to talk about the return of faerie We would
benefit from remembering the departure of faerie. Then again maybe We
should first talk about the next age which will dawn, is possibly
dawning, after/as man grows tired of war. This of course is or will
be the age of giving. So where do I start? How to tell Our story as I
follow My trail of hints and breadcrumbs back to where We never left.
We only dream of leaving.
That’s another thing I want to chat about, I feel as though All the stuff I read and hear (about everything) are hints and breadcrumbs that I left along the path of time to find My way back to where I started and again from where I never left. Then again there are All those things I’ve learned to live by which are totally not true, but rather are part of the myth. “They” are metaphors or mirror images of truth to help Us remember the way We are. Or are “they” simply lies to trap Us in limits that do not exist? Is there a difference?
Relax, relax and breathe. Let go
of fear and dismay and questions that defy answers. Breathe and go
deep in Your mind. You have the answer, I Am the answer. We are the
answer Relax and go deeper into Your mind.
Yes sometimes these questions
rattle our peace, yes “they” do anger those gods that have never
known wrath, but let go and relax. “They” are only thoughts,
questions, hints and breadcrumbs. Breathe deep, go deep into Your
mind and relax, remember You are safe. Hear the chorus of angels
soaring on the dragon’s breath and let the beautiful music carry
You away to lands of cotton candy mountains, faerie mist, castles of
sand a thousand feet tall. Walk on the threads of mist from tree to
tree. Each tree is a castle, each field a fiefdom. Faerie is already
here, everything that was ever here is still here. We have only
hidden things from Our own sight. Therefore the return of faerie is
only the unveiling of faerie in My mind. Am I right? Or shall We
continue to believe I am left? The truth does not depend on Our
belief. Only My concept and experience of reality depends on My
belief.
Answers breed more
questions.
Love,
MerlynChapter 2:
FAERIE DEPARTS
A
long time ago, when the earth was green, Faerie flourished in the
earth. Love was All around and love knew no bound. This was the Age
of Faerie. Deep in All the forests bonfires burned every night and
there were All-ways dances going on. Fiddle and fife made music’s
delight and magikal instruments sang and silver bells rang. It is a
time of sheer joy, a time of true love for every toy.
Before
the Age of Man, even unicorns roamed the land. Alas, the unicorn
loveliest of All the faerie creatures. Many believe that All
unicorns are white. The white unicorns were merely the last to leave
Our shores, therefore “they” were glimpsed by a few men. The
white unicorns were the guardians of “their” race, “they” let
the glow of “their” pure love shine bright, shielding All others
from harm and thought, guiding All the stragglers and the weary to
safe harbor.
When
the white boats return, gliding o’er the waves, You can rest
assured that the white unicorns will adorn “their” prows. “They”
will lead the parade to shore. Tall and glorious as a bright spring
day, leading the way, the return of the Fae. Forgive Me, I’m
getting ahead of MySelf, so easy to do, yet impossible in truth.
What
of sprites, centaurs, gnomes, mermaids, and All the other fae You
ask? Yes, the others are All beautiful yet only the unicorn knows
only love.
Love is the only language a unicorn can understand. The other faerie
creatures (though “they” know not the malice of man) can perceive
pleasure and pain, perhaps this is the beginning of what We call
duality. That is another story, at least another chapter if not an
entire book.
Perhaps
You wonder why I speak of the Age of Man and seemingly fail to
mention Woman? You see, I believe that if Man had brought Woman with
him when We first set out to invade faerie, things would have turned
out quite differently. Therefore, that is also another story. Let
it suffice to say that if Woman had been involved this probably would
not have been an invasion. If You remind Me later I will tell You
the version of Our-story in which Man and Woman visited faerie
together.
Man
invaded faerie for whatever the reason, do You remember why? I’m
trying to recall, it seems to Me, well ……, hmmmmm……, I think
the excuse was ……. Oh yeah, “they” were not
a democracy. Faerie holds court, “they” have high queens and low
queens, dukes and princes and on and on but no elected oafs. I mean
officials, how could I have slipped up and typed that?
We
looked into this era and said, “They do not elect anyOne to tell
'them' what to do! They allow royalty to pass 'their' station,
'their' office on to whoever appears qualified. These royal beings
oversee, advise and litigate but there is no One elected to pass laws
to tell everyOne what 'they' can and can not do.”
Obviously
these customs are very barbaric and must be put to death. Besides,
there might be some form of unlimited free energy in this realm that
could ruin Man’s economy! Just think of the consequences if
fairies decided to immigrate to Man’s realm!
Without
ever so much as asking Woman’s leave Man set out to invade faerie
and set All to right. Fortunately We were very ignorant about many
facets of faerie. Man set about killing trees and using bits of
these massive elders to build boats. Of course to make bows and
arrows We had to kill different trees because those which make good
boats make lousy bows and another type makes the best arrows.
So, before the invasion ever began, the killing had
started and continues to this very day. Man believed there was an
unlimited supply of everything he wanted, except for whatever he
wanted to fight over. If there was something worth fighting over
then it must be in short supply in Man’s domain. This makes
perfect sense to Me and if You disagree I suggest You refrain from
being a mercenary.
Once
All the boats were built, the armies filled with forced and voluntary
fighters and trees and animals had been killed to make weapons of
every description, the invasion could begin. Supplies of food and
other chemicals had been loaded into the boats and away We sailed to
conquer those savage fae creatures and bring “them” a way to live
worth dying for.
I
certainly hope You can see the sensibility in All this. If not, You
must live in another reality separate from the one I speak of.
Perhaps You are a bit fae YourSelf?
We
fought the high seas and terrible storms and sailed on and on into
the night. The gods We prayed to did not see fit to clear a path
through the storms. Instead Our gods chose to test Our mettle and
resolve. Many of Our boats and many of Us perished. These (of
course) were the Ones unfit to serve Our divine cause. Only the best
of the best can be allowed to crusade in the name of All that is good
and holy. Anyone and anything that is less than perfect is not
worthy to kill Our foe! Thus the gods spoke and thus “they” slew
many of Our brothers ere We reached faerie.
Many
who did survive were ghastly sick from various maladies and some had
to be stranded in lifeboats or on desert islands. Once again Our
gods blessed Us. “They” anointed our gallant mission with a
purging of All who were less than perfect. If You doubted Our cause
before, certainly now You can see that even the gods smiled on Our
venture!
When
the worthy few finally arrived at faerie We brought a blizzard the
likes of which had never before been seen. In fact it is My
understanding that faerie had never experienced any
blizzard before. Apparently faerie does experience light dustings of
snow, just enough to paint All the countryside with a fresh frosty
glow. We of course were accustomed to blizzards but nothing like
this! We thought that the gods had indeed cursed the fae dusting of
so-called beauty!
We
brought the fight to faerie and We were ready to prove Our right by
Our might. We would conquer All that stood in Our way and All that
ran and any that would dare to ask for sanctuary. “Down with fae!”
We yelled. “Damn them to hell from which 'they' were spawned!”
Our screams of outrage echoed throughout the faerie land, but did
anyOne hear? Do You remember Our screams?
Did
You hear the still, small voice that wept?
Truly
I believe the goddess wept, sobbing in silence for Our loss. Alas,
Man had left goddess at home to be tended by Woman. What need had We
of weakness and love? We were on a crusade to rid the world of an
abominable curse. We had Our gods and Our father’s gods and We
were about to bring righteousness with a sword! Slash away, slash
away, slash away All. To slash and maim and kill were Our hearts
desires. Ready were We to end this curse, this plague from its own
world.
We
only encountered One small problem, I guess You could call it
“nothing.” Beside OurSelves, Our anger, hate and greed there
seemed to be nothing here. Of course there were Our great and mighty
gods and the blizzard “they” rained down, but where were the fae?
The fae were nowhere to be found. (Remember I mentioned
that there were some facets of faerie of which We were ignorant?)
“They” can hide in plain sight. “They” can read the mind of
Man. The land can shift and time can stop or race past at incredible
speed. All that We could find was the blizzard with which Our gods
were cursing the fae. Did faerie even notice the blizzard? Were We
blinded by Our own curse?
Do
not even think such thoughts. The gods were on Our side. We were
right and Our strength of arms could prove it to any that
disbelieved.
But
where was the fae?
We
are intelligent, thinking, knowing beings with opposable thumbs!
There was absolutely no way We could be wrong!
But
where was the fae?
Our
swords were sharper than Our minds and We would prevail this day. We
had the best and most deadly weapons (not to mention the deadest
weapons). We could slash and burn and maim and kill until We swam in
blood.
But
where was the fae?
The
word wrong was not even in Our vocabulary. We had left that cursed
word at home with Woman and her feeble old goddess. Tending fires,
mending socks, suckling the young, what good all that without a sword
to kill with?
But
where was the fae?
Faerie
watched and waited. Faerie left Us alone to wander in the blizzard
for what seemed like forty days, and turned into forty generations.
Forty generations of not knowing the face of Woman. We spent forty
generations without the birth of a living child. For forty
generations We wandered in our blindness and Our blizzard the gods
had sent to bless Us.
Faerie
watched and waited. Occasionally We would glimpse a mist in the
snow. At times We felt the fae wind blow through Our coats. We even
lost precious items and We knew these fowl creatures of the night had
stolen from Us. Imagine the gall, We had come to deliver “them”
from “their” own damnation, and “they” stole Our gold. Or,
so We thought. Certainly none of Us, any Man would seek Self-gain?
We were a righteous group, the chosen few, the purged soldiers of
god, and We had death and a blizzard to prove it.
Faerie
watched and waited. Only the difference between faerie time and the
time of Man allowed faerie to abide Us at All. The time and the
distance from which the fae viewed Our lot allowed “them” to wait
and watch. “They” watched Us suffer and die and purge Our
numbers even more. “They” watched Us slash at the wind and drive
Our swords deep into the belly of the snow. We remained steadfast in
Our faith, and Our gods rewarded Us with more snow and death.
Faerie
knew that none of the fae could abide Man. The land, the time, the
climate, the creatures of land and love knew that none could abide
the face of Man. All knew that if Our arrows found “their” mark
“they” would sting with pain worse than death. Our arrows, Our
swords, Our guns and Our bombs could not kill any part of faerie, but
every single weapon known to Man could teach faerie to hate.
And
so it was that faerie chose to depart. The call went out across the
land and All the creatures answered. We heard this call, it was like
a tearing scream in the dark. Our hearts knew fear, for We had never
encountered such a unified cause. Surely Our gods had been right,
this was an evil, evil land.
The white boats gathered at the shore. “They” were
raised from the foam of the sea and We never saw a thing. Faerie
raised a gallant fleet to carry it to lands untold, and all We ever
saw was snow.
Faerie
called its own, and All answered as One. All creatures of land and
love, All creatures of air and joy, All creatures of water and life
came forth to sail away. The spirits of the faerie land, the spirits
of air and water joined the creatures as “themSelves” and
journeyed to the shore. As One, All of faerie flocked to the boats,
and All We saw was snow, and an occasional mist.
The
white unicorns followed in the wake, to shelter the weak and protect
All from harm. The horn of plenty sounded broad across the land, the
unicorns sang only of love and as One, as the mightiest One, All drew
nigh to the shore. All We saw was snow and an occasional mist.
We
heard the horn, We heard the song, and We heard the call. We prayed
to Our gods. We prayed for deliverance from such frightful sounds.
We prayed for strength to kill whatever beasts could dare to pass in
this storm. We prayed for forgiveness for this fowl horde and prayed
that the stench would be driven from the land. All We saw was snow
and an occasional mist, and We caught a glimpse of the white unicorn.
When
the last white unicorn had boarded the last white boat All of faerie
departed “their” shore and left the now barren land to Man. All
that We saw was snow but We felt a change. Surely now Our gods were
delivering Us from evil. Surely now We could avenge Our fallen
comrades. Surely now the blood would flow.
The
blizzard eased, then it stopped. A wind crossed the land blowing
dust and fallen leaves. The water was fowl because it had no spirit.
But the land was Ours! We were free to slash and burn. Free to
cause havoc in every corner of this world. We could rape and pillage
this world to Our hearts content, and Our gods must be pleased for
“they” had driven the fae before Us and drowned “them” in the
sea! What a glorious day it was! The gods were on Our side and
asked Us for Our praise and Our fortune. Gladly We gave All that We
had, for Our gods were victorious over the fowl heathen that had so
wrecked this land.
What
followed after that day is a tale known to all. Our minds grew even
more dull and forgetful. We lost All sight of the fae; We only knew
tales of faerie.
We
decided ignorance is bliss and proceeded to forget and drown
ourselves in ignorance. Faerie is remembered only in obscure tales
and pagan lore. Were it not for Woman, Man would not even have
those. Is that a blessing or a curse? You decide, it is now Your
time and Your tale. Treat it however You will.
Until
We meet again, whether it be to discuss the age of Man (the age of
war) or to remember the future day when Man grows tired of war and
faerie returns to Our shore.
Love,
Merlyn
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