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...witches and sorceresses have been around forever practising their Arte hidden from life by the reputation afforded the Crafte by criminals posing as the same but effecting their crimes in the name of the wrong elements....
...minstrels once carried news and enlightenment by virtue of the action of journey over the known world... ...here we combine similarly the tasks of sorceresse and witche and minstrel old family lines in ...Faerie Songe Light of the Sorceresse... |
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The Mask
When I take off my mask Will you know who I am I'm the teller of tales The story of man, If I take off my mask Will you know where I've been all the way to the stars and back on a dream. When I take off my mask Will you know who I was Poet and singer Reciter of prose From the time before Eden The time before time The place before Ever The stories have climbed On tendrils of rhyme fragments of song remnants of prosing Back to where they belong. In the tale of a minstrel A story for you Some of it fantsy Some of it true But all of it made To take you my friend Along a new path Around the bend Over the mountains down to the sea under the earth and soon you will be up on the moon out to the stars back to the beginning where time never was Out in the mists of star-sprinkled space out where the mask is hiding your face. And you'll say to yourself As the story began When I take off my mask Will you know who I am. When I take off my mask Will you know who I am. The Minstrel. Dragonfire |
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In Times Past....
Many hundreds of years ago when the clans of Scotland were first forming they had a clan for each job. The one that my Scottish heritage hails from is the Clan of the Rolling Singers. They traveled around entertaining all the other clans who had to stay in their own villages....such as the blacksmith clan and the farming clan...etc. My clan were the first newscarriers and sometimes the only way the others had of staying in contact at all... The rest of my Celtic heritage led me to write stories poems and music from way down deep inside...and my having lived in the United States for the majority of my life and my continuing study of mysticism and also philosophy of many kinds has flavored my work with its awareness from faerie poems through shamanic stories to the chakra philosophies. Above all the fantasy and beauty of the Faerie and Angelic worlds, the allure of the mysticism of Nature in many instances hold my work and my interest in it together while the renegade periodically aims for an intellectual niche. Memories of a Spiritual Development.....Wandering the Path... My mind rests in a field of orange flowers cinnamon scented they close around me wafting fragrance over meadows and meadows tell me, I said, how is it that only in my mind can there be fields and fields of orange petal'd flowers which lead to mountains strewn with snow covered with pink and purple and dark green forests where pink blossoms grow under the shelter of their branches Tell me why it is only in my mind. My mind flows like strands of light out into the universe making reams of ribbons of intertwining passageways to wander upon which one shall I choose then white or pink perhaps the pale blue or yellow strand shall I walk upon its pathway carefully gathering the forgotten blossoms of possibly neglected memories or not caring really run amuck amongst carelessly strewn symbols just to get free enough to spread my wings and fly off into the farthest regions the aethyrs of darkness and invisibility. |
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