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Naughty Faeries.

On my enchanted adventure I ventured into forbidden territory, sugar, grain, Cadbury chocolate and coffee, I gave myself permission to be naughty and hoped that I would not be trapped in the world of faery forever, having supped of faery food. Actually the truth is that the faeries probably eat food that gives them plenty of life force, maybe it is the power of that energy that has given birth to the stories of the dangers of eating anything while in the realm of magic and enchantment. Having sat at the table with Titania and Oberon, our present reality cannot be anything but a pale imitation of life’s glorious potential. Like a beautiful photo that has faded with time, we become accustomed to a lesser reality, so much dimmer than the place we inhabit as children.

The Fairies' Banquet by John Anster

The Fairies’ Banquet by John Anster

A little bit of naughtiness will do you no harm, but for those whose daily fare is processed and full of sugar and nasty chemicals, the dulling down is happening quite literally in the cells of the body. I strayed off the path for just four days and even so I could feel my sugar and carb addict beginning to wake up, the more you have the more you want. I came off it slowly with the help of some chocolate halva (Oh my Goddess what a treat!) and my green smoothies are incredibly important for bringing me back into alignment.

For those of you who struggle with cravings the news is good, if the former Junk Food Queen of Parap can become pure, anyone can! From the very beginning as I moved on to solids I wanted everything that was unhealthy, I dealt with teenage trauma and loss by drowning my sorrows as only a true alcoholic can and smoking furiously whatever I could get my hands on.

The path to redemption has been a long road of shifts and changes on all levels of my being, physical, emotional, mental, and spiritual. You deal with one layer at a time, making the changes that are possible at that time, and slowly but surely you begin to build up better habits. For me the emotional aspect of food has been very important, I no longer have that ‘need’ to fill the empty space within me by stuffing my face.

Dear Gaia, thank you for providing me with such a dazzling array of sustenance in the form of the fruits and the vegetables that abound on this gorgeous planet. And thank you for helping me to connect with that leafy, aromatic realm of taste and texture, heightening my senses until I positively reel with ecstatic delight!

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Faeries Fly Don’t They?

There is a part of me that doesn’t want to ever come back from the Enchanted Warehouse, the trick is to work out how to bring it with me! All that focused faery, rainbow magic that carries the seeds for healing all the worlds many times over, we need it in this reality and we need it badly. You can find that magic in many forms in all sorts of odd places in the world these days, the love virus is spreading and the evil ones are losing momentum as more of us WAKE UP!

I can anchor huge energies for the sake of global coherence, through the movement of my bodies, physical, mental, spiritual and emotional. Can I do that for myself as the soul, for a moment, stares into the abyss of abandonment, the cliffs of despair, losing the lift under my wings for the merest moment and then catching an updraft and once again soaring into the great blue. Can I allow the new harmonic to truly unmask me and am I ready to face what lies beneath, will it contain my heart’s deepest desire.

I am lost, and in that losing am I found, over and over again, its relational, its spiritual, it’s the pain and the joy of being alive, it’s the heightening that comes with uncertainty. How wild is my imagination, not wild enough mutters my medicine woman and she takes me by the scruff and rolls me around in her mortar and pestle until at last my armour is all gone. Then we sit she and I and we tone and we growl, and we bring forth a harmonic that hasn’t been felt in this reality for some time, I don’t understand it even yet but I know that it’s incredibly important and I must remember it, it’s sonically imprinted on the bones of my body.

It’s as if the entire fabric of my being is being held taut with a yearning that comes from so deep within there are no words to express it, I don’t actually know what will satisfy this space inside, no idea. Dear Gaia, you know me better than I know myself, hey girlfriend, can you guide me to the best possible place for opening into this new-found wonder, and I’m not talking bras!

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