Been a baker for 51 years and a druid for most of my life, long before I knew what a Druid was.
Have my own small village bakery near Weymouth.
Been married for 41 years, two children, now grown up, Samantha 39, a school teacher, live just down the road, one granddaughter, Flossie Bluebell, age 4.
My son, Justin 36, now lives in America, Bethesda MD, and has been married for 2 years
There, amid the unreal world of nothingness, suspended between heaven and hell, where the light of life are never in the dark, still looking for myself. Two different worlds, two reflections on the glass. I touch his hand pane of the crystal mirror, I go there, on the other side. Emptiness! Silence, darkness, and dementia.
There is nothing! I look in the mirror, blurred reflection I do not know whether I am or may be you. National Lampoon's crooked hope I do not know which side we are. On the other side of the pane, where the lack of life, some mysterious force takes magical, tempts, invites, engages in a bottomless abyss.
I do not know which side I be. You have been here, where the gleam of light is
I - I went to the other side the other side. This world is nothing more addictive to me.
Maybe it is, I will choose the side of the mirror, where, in the midst of my world unreal.
Suspended between heaven and hell, I will remain only a scratch on the glass
On Hallowmas Eve, ere ye boune to rest,
Ever beware that your couch be blest;
Sign it with cross and sain it with bread,
Sing the Ave and the Creed.
For on Hallowmas Eve, the Night Hag shall ride
And all her nine-fold sweeping on by Her side,
Whether the wind sing lowly or loud,
Stealing through moonshine or swathed in cloud.
He that dare sit in St. Swithin's Chair,
When the Night Hag wings the troubled air,
Questions three, when he speaks the spell,
He must ask and She must tell.
I give great thanks this season of the Thinning of the Veils, for yer friendship, love and yer mere existence. Have a Wonderful and Soulfully Magic Samhain
~love and hugs Gwen~
At 2:44pm on September 21, 2009, celestial elf said…
At 4:57pm on September 18, 2009, Ian (Wildfox) said…
I an honoured to have you as a friend
Wildfox
At 1:31pm on September 18, 2009, celestial elf said…
At 6:17am on September 12, 2009, celestial elf said…
As i know of your group...
Tis a great pleasure to be here.
I have made a number of films you may enjoy, see on my profile page....
And i have started a group called Celestial Elf to celebrate the ancient ways with poetry...just now asking for poems on the Autumn Equinox and would be honored if you could contribute:}
That’s the problem with Stonehenge here, you can close to the stones or inside them and another problem is you all walk antilock wise round the stones destroying the energy there.
Back in the Victorian times most of the stone had fallen over, so they decided to try and put them back together again.
Nobody can be quite sure they got it right.
When your walking round the path outside, there is very little energy that you can feel.
But once you enter the circle the energy is fantastic, when you touch the blue stones, its like an electric shock on your fingers.
Last time we were in the circle a hare ran across the inside and just sat there.
Ian
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There is nothing! I look in the mirror, blurred reflection I do not know whether I am or may be you. National Lampoon's crooked hope I do not know which side we are. On the other side of the pane, where the lack of life, some mysterious force takes magical, tempts, invites, engages in a bottomless abyss.
I do not know which side I be. You have been here, where the gleam of light is
I - I went to the other side the other side. This world is nothing more addictive to me.
Maybe it is, I will choose the side of the mirror, where, in the midst of my world unreal.
Suspended between heaven and hell, I will remain only a scratch on the glass
Wee Verse written by Sir Walter Scott:
On Hallowmas Eve, ere ye boune to rest,
Ever beware that your couch be blest;
Sign it with cross and sain it with bread,
Sing the Ave and the Creed.
For on Hallowmas Eve, the Night Hag shall ride
And all her nine-fold sweeping on by Her side,
Whether the wind sing lowly or loud,
Stealing through moonshine or swathed in cloud.
He that dare sit in St. Swithin's Chair,
When the Night Hag wings the troubled air,
Questions three, when he speaks the spell,
He must ask and She must tell.
I give great thanks this season of the Thinning of the Veils, for yer friendship, love and yer mere existence. Have a Wonderful and Soulfully Magic Samhain
~love and hugs Gwen~
ZEITGEIST, The Movie -What does Christianity, 911 and The Federal Reserve all have in common?
Wildfox
Tis a great pleasure to be here.
I have made a number of films you may enjoy, see on my profile page....
And i have started a group called Celestial Elf to celebrate the ancient ways with poetry...just now asking for poems on the Autumn Equinox and would be honored if you could contribute:}
Back in the Victorian times most of the stone had fallen over, so they decided to try and put them back together again.
Nobody can be quite sure they got it right.
When your walking round the path outside, there is very little energy that you can feel.
But once you enter the circle the energy is fantastic, when you touch the blue stones, its like an electric shock on your fingers.
Last time we were in the circle a hare ran across the inside and just sat there.
Ian
Saying hi my friend and hoping all is well with you,
Willow
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