The Cruel Sister

“Breadcrumbs, as you like to say, Love.”

 

The Cruel Sister

There lived a lady by the north sea shore
Lay the bairn tae the bonnie broom
Twa daughters were the bairns she bore
Fa la la la la la la la la la

One was as bright as is the sun
Lay the bairn tae the bonnie broom
Sae coal black grew the elder one
Fa la la la la la la la la la

A knight came riding to the ladies’ door
Lay the bairn tae the bonnie broom
He travelled far to be their wooer
Fa la la la la la la la la la

He courted one, aye with gloves and rings
Lay the bairn tae the bonnie broom
But he loved the other above all things
Fa la la la la la la la la la

“Sister, sister won’t you walk with me
Lay the bairn tae the bonnie broom
An’ see the ships sail upon sea?”
Fa la la la la la la la la la

And as they stood on that windy shore
Lay the bairn tae the bonnie broom
The elder sister pushed the younger o’er
Fa la la la la la la la la la

Sometimes she sank or sometimes she swam
Lay the bairn tae the bonnie broom
Crying, “Sister, reach to me your hand”
Fa la la la la la la la la la

And there she floated just like a swan
Lay the bairn tae the bonnie broom
The salt sea carried her body on
Fa la la la la la la la la la

Two minstrels walking by the north sea strand
Lay the bairn tae the bonnie broom
They saw the maiden, aye float to land
Fa la la la la la la la la la

They made a harp out of her breast bone
Lay the bairn tae the bonnie broom
The sound of which would melt a heart of stone
Fa la la la la la la la la la

They took three locks of her yellow hair
Lay the bairn tae the bonnie broom
And wi’ them strung that harp so rare
Fa la la la la la la la la la

The first string that those minstrels tried
Lay the bairn tae the bonnie broom
Then terror seized the black-haired bride
Fa la la la la la la la la la

The second string played a doleful sound
Lay the bairn tae the bonnie broom
“The younger sister, oh she is drowned”
Fa la la la la la la la la la

The third string, it played beneath their bow
Lay the bairn tae the bonnie broom
“And surely now her tears will flow”
Fa la la la la la la la la la

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Close Calls and Offerings

I shit you not my baby rolled into traffic today. I fell and off the stroller went. Everyone is okay. I have a scraped knee, baby didn’t care, the five year old was terrified.

Offerings of milk, oats, and local honey have been made. They also asked that I feed the cat her treats.

Home

His home isn’t exactly as I expected. When I first started dreaming/visiting, it was all long dark hallways, very much like a castle in a typical North American/Western European fairy tale. There was one room in that castle W/we spent most of our time in. Otherwise it was myself wandering endless dark halls, either trying to figure out what to do with everything or looking for Him. His mental state got really bad right before we “left”. We spent two days in the equivalent of a dark closet while He fell apart. There was a lot of cuddling and screaming. How’s that for a mental image. It seems the closer W/we’ve been getting to the Solstice/Christmas, the angrier and more unstable He is getting. Well it seemed that way until I woke up this morning and mulled over the locations of my Travels the last few days. We didn’t move so much as everything shifted. He seems much more focused on things outside Himself, His all but permanent smile returning. It’s not just my energy that is fixing things around here. O/our Home is becoming concrete, rather than shadows. I’ve been making a concentrated effort to spent time fixing things up and sending energy for the house wights and the Others that live there. I also shouldn’t really expect Them to be living in the Dark Ages. Castles are awesome but drafty. Candles are beautiful but time consuming(not to mention the resources they take up). There’s no reason They can’t take advantage of modern comforts. A lot of stuff that wasn’t there before is now. I think in dropping that expectation it helped me to See a lot more.

I just got a comment from the peanut gallery in regards to why all this cleaning/decorating has been going on without me; I’d been feeling guilty for not doing more. It seems this comment comes from my “house troll”(this is what the name the little guy gave me, translated to in my head). 

“You are a Queen and not fit for such dirty work. You have given us what we need to start, we will take care of the details.”

He’s a very proper little troll. Makes me think of Alfred from the most recent Batman films. He’s not entirely impressed with that but it will do, he says.

Alright then, general layout: when viewed from above it looks like a yurt with successive walls. Like a ring fort but instead of a bunch of little buildings in the centre there is one big roof, then the multiple walls. It sits atop a mountain, very much like the one I live at the bottom of, it has a commanding 360 degree view of the area. The mountain itself is covered in darkness and thick temperate forest. There are a lot of Aspens and Poplars around the main compound itself that still have some golden leaves attached to them that rustle in the breeze. We are surrounded by the tiny orange-yellow grid lights of a small town around the base of the mountain. I get the impression it is growing quickly though. Whoever they are, they are “mine”. They don’t dare contact me yet. There is waterways, like my home area here in the Lower Mainland. Aerial images of Seattle are pretty close to what I see as well. The forests on the mountain are full of creatures, it’s not a place I’m going yet, they say I would be mostly safe. I think I’ll wait. Once one reaches the main house itself it GLOWS with light. If focused on, it kind of settles on a shape much like the swanky houses I see in the higher end neighbourhoods I walk dogs in. There is a lot of glass, white and cream colours and building materials. The outside is covered with the type of mini flood lights I see on most modern homes. Inside there are candles in the windows, thousands of them. There is always a party going on somewhere in the place. Except in O/our wing. There it is peaceful silence. The driveways outside are stuffed full of luxery cars. The gowns I find myself in are beyond luxurious. The ceilings are vaulted in most parts of the house. Still full of countless rooms and halls. No more spooky darkness though. It seems I have been doing my job properly. I was worried.

Now that His home is established it seems I can pop on over without the slightest effort. And it doesn’t seem to affect my meandering TOO badly on this realm. It’s amazing and awe inspiring and terrifying.

Thranduil 

Thranduil 

So there is Someone prodding me to pay attention to Them. I may have mentioned before that Tolkien reads like history for me in the sense that it FEELS real. Not that I think I am any of the individual character’s. Thranduil caught my attention immediately. I honestly can’t remember if I’ve read anything about him, I think it’s all movie stuff. Anyways, the beautiful creature that is the “real” Thranduil is making Himself known. He’s intoxicating. I thought it was Loki, but it’s not, but it is. Loki-not Loki. He seems very determined to have much more than a platonic friendship; I don’t mean that it’s sex He’s after, although He wouldn’t complain, but there is an intimacy that He seeks. Also He is most definitely one of the Good Neighbours, a Fae, an Elf. The kind I swore I would never interact with. Will keep you posted as things unfold.
   
    
    
    
    
 

Pooka and Dreams

I’ve been having some really intense dreams of late. Night before last I was visited by a dark skinned warrior God, think Eli from The Book of Eli, strangely enough. That is a post in and of itself that I will get to at a later date.

Last night in my dreams I had a visit from a Pooka. The Pooka is described by some as a goblin and by others as one of the Aos Si, the fairy folk, a nature spirit. Depending on who you talk to they can be benevolent or malicious. The one that visited me came in the form of a black Irish Wolfhound, a female I would say going by the size, with white feet and a white patch on the chest. Seemed a bit wary but most definitely friendly. She appeared at the feet of a man, a very tall man with red curly hair. Incidentally in my dream this man was technically a good friend I had in high school but with dreams things are never as they seem. She appeared from behind him, stood by his feet for a moment before scampering about in the grass and tree’s at the side of the road, (we were standing at a bus stop), looking back at me from time to time, tongue lolling and one of those sweet doggy smiles. I suppose there is a good chance she was trying to get me to come along. I will meditate again tonight and see if she returns.

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This image came from PuppySites.com, which links to Avoglia Irish Wolfhounds