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His Serene Highness Yust II Oberon, The Faery King
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| The Venus Project NYC March 13th |
[07 Mar 2010|12:19am] |
http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=324637241908&ref=ts
The Venus Project NYC March 13th
Date: Saturday, March 13, 2010
Time: 3:00pm - 10:00pm
Location: New York Society For Ethical Culture
Street: 2 West 64th Street
City/Town: New York, NY
We do support the vision of The Venus Project and plan to be at this event.
The Zeitgeist Movement is the activist arm of The Venus Project and we need the contributions of rising technologists, enlightened and imaginative minds, scientists and the like.
For those who have expressed concern over membership in a secret society, much of it is not so secret any more and what is still protected is, for the most part, sacred knowledge, There has been a battle between magicians that has spanned centuries and it is going to peak within the next couple of years. It is all very Tolkein.
Obviously those who fear this one facet of me, have not sat down and read my work.
My work states firmly the woes and dangers of power magick in the hands of those who seek acquisition, domination, subjugation, through greed, genocide, war, torture and atrocity. To these ends, I am more than opposed to the use of things like magick and technology that may serve the greater good, being used in shady detrimental and deadly ways.
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Our time is better spent on productive means of the reconfiguration of what we now call society.
The Faery King is an elemental shaman, one who aspires to ancient and honorable principles, a magician adapting to a modern world. Sometimes we fall short of the mark, but this does not stop us from trying.
We have no conflict with good ethical high tech shaman, magicians and the like. In fact these folk should be embraced because technology, in it’s best light, is the only thing in the earthly sense that can save humankind.
Namaste,
HSH, The Faery King
“What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world remains and is immortal.” Albert Pine
Zday 2010: NYC Main Event
New York Society for Ethical Culture
NEW YORK, NY UNITED STATES
Saturday, March 13, 2010
3:00 PM
Ticket Price: $13.22
http://www.thevenusproject.com
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[24 Feb 2010|11:11pm] |
http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=324637241908&ref=ts
The Venus Project NYC March 13th
Date: Saturday, March 13, 2010
Time: 3:00pm - 10:00pm
Location: New York Society For Ethical Culture
Street: 2 West 64th Street
City/Town: New York, NY
We do support the vision of The Venus Project and plan to be at this event.
The Zeitgeist Movement is the activist arm of The Venus Project and we need the contributions of rising technologists, enlightened and imaginative minds, scientists and the like.
For those who have expressed concern over membership in a secret society, much of it is not so secret any more and what is still protected is, for the most part, sacred knowledge, There has been a battle between magicians that has spanned centuries and it is going to peak within the next couple of years. It is all very Tolkein.
Obviously those who fear this one facet of me, have not sat down and read my work.
My work states firmly the woes and dangers of power magick in the hands of those who seek acquisition, domination, subjugation, through greed, genocide, war, torture and atrocity. To these ends, I am more than opposed to the use of things like magick and technology that may serve the greater good, being used in shady detrimental and deadly ways.
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Our time is better spent on productive means of the reconfiguration of what we now call society.
The Faery King is an elemental shaman, one who aspires to ancient and honorable principles, a magician adapting to a modern world. Sometimes we fall short of the mark, but this does not stop us from trying.
We have no conflict with good ethical high tech shaman, magicians and the like. In fact these folk should be embraced because technology, in it’s best light, is the only thing in the earthly sense that can save humankind.
Namaste,
HSH, The Faery King
“What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world remains and is immortal.” Albert Pine
Zday 2010: NYC Main Event
New York Society for Ethical Culture
NEW YORK, NY UNITED STATES
Saturday, March 13, 2010
3:00 PM
Ticket Price: $13.22
http://www.thevenusproject.com
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| Evolution, Poem For An Indigo Heart |
[22 Nov 2009|08:51am] |
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There is indeed bug sex in the air,
What do you think all that blissful noise is?
And they do it as tho’ to dare us,
To be,
Out in the open, free,
As the blanket of the sky, stares at you and We,
Flora and fauna fornicate fantastically,
Children without a care,
Cry, happy, cry,
Through a state of bliss filled tears,
One knows they are alive,
Do not be as the ostrich,
Head in sand,
Blindness for some shall never end,
Better luck next time man!
Pretend pain away,
Away, away, away!
Magick is here to stay,,
Imagination fires the heart and mind at play,
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Dream of better days,
To look inside,
Dark light gray,
Burn on the fire your agony,
Be happy and gay,
Classically gay, gay, gay,
Is there really another way,
Then to seek healthy happiness
As you walk life’s path,
Be courageous and on your way,
May kindness be your saving grace,
May you have the quiet dignity of a Self-knowing,
Be as the roots of the trees,
Grounded and at ease,
Bending sometimes with the wind,
So as not to break, please,
Traveling as the water of a babbling brook,
When one finds the need, nomadically, travel and Be,
In squatting luxury,
With wooden bowl out caring for your needs,
Sail the air on that great breeze,
As the zeppelin, ship of state you truly are,
Leap into life without troubling cares, far,
As perfect order in your face does stare,
The universe has it’s plan,
For the here and now,
The here and there,
For Thee and Thou,
What else can one do,
But live raging at the dawn,
Cuddling, revering sunsets,
Drawing inspiration from nature,
Happiness, begets happiness,
Remember that those who will not dream, pee-ewe,
Have wandered into desolation,
Perhaps they are truly screwed,
That fate, ours is not, for We are the dream,
Dream, dream, dream,
Dream mothers, dream that pain of womb away,
As your off-spring may well be the ones,
Who shall save the day,
Learning not to hide so much,
Tho’ like a summer day stillness,
It’s peaceful grounding,
Cause for one and to stand tall,
Be through the roots of the trees,
Holding to the heart of Mother Gaia
As with all life, the leaves too rot,
Is just that way, no ask me why-ah,
Life is a gift,
One must keep on giving,
The good guys,
Will be wining, in the end,
Then who will be the one's "sinning?"
Look fondly to the beauty of the winter tide,
The coffee break of spring shall be here at last,
As pesky evolution helps churn the wheel,,
Be authentic, genuine, real,
Be yourselves my children,
Live and dare to be the perfect you,
Whatever perfection makes you true,
Dreadful society evolves too,
Perhaps with the help of some Indigo blue,
The pallet of sacred truth shall find you,
As you paint the canvass of what is to be,
Live your lives in magickal majesty,
The Faery King
Photo Taken At Yogaville By Lenny Monopoli
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| Boston Panel Appearance 10/27 of HSH The Faery King.. Shaman |
[24 Oct 2009|01:39am] |
The greatest fire, is the one that burns from within, the fire of spiritual truth...... The Faery King
Representing Shaman, His Majesty Will Bring Perspective On Elemental And Practical Magick Learned On His Journey, Spanning Five Decades, To An Eclectic Panel Of Practitioners On What PromisesTo Be A Night Of Interesting Material WIth An Inspired Audience on October 27th, 2009......
***Please forward to friends and post to your social networks!
GENERAL EVENT INFO:
What: BoldBuzz Educational Panel
When: Tuesday, October 27th from 7-9pm
Where: 15 Channel Center Street, South Boston
Directions: The Channel Center is less than 1 mile from South Station, an easy drive or walk. Directions are below. Please note that the address is Channel CENTER, not Channel STREET, and that Mapquest sends you to the wrong one:
Start at 200 SUMMER ST, BOSTON going toward SOUTH STA - go 0.30.4 mikm
Turn Right on MELCHER ST - go 0.10.2 mikm
Turn Right on A ST - go 0.30.5 mikm
Turn Left on IRON ST
Turn Left on CHANNEL CENTER ST
Arrive at 15 CHANNEL CENTER ST, BOSTON, on the Right
Parking: Is complimentary evenings at the Channel Center parking lot, immediately next to 15 Channel Center
Who:
Moderator: Jonathan Soroff from the Improper Bostonian Magazine
Gust Lundberg, THE FAERY KING - Http://www.myspace.com/gust_the_faery_king
Wendy Marks, M.Ed., C.A.S., C.S.S., Fellow APA, Diplomate AAIM, Member ACEP - http://www.wendymarks.com/
Alex Palermo, Owner of The Tremont Tea Room - http://tremont-tearoom.com/welcome.html
Dr. John Wyrick, D.C., Founder, Nirodha Karma Healing: http://web.mac.com/firdousi/NIRODHA/HOME.html
ACTION ITEMS:
1. Review the speakers guide below, and feel free to email additional questions to me Joan.Jolley@gmail.com or the moderator Jsoroff@comcast.net. We welcome your thoughts.
2. Make note of the directions above. A few of the directional websites get it wrong.
3. Help market the event by forwarding the attached invitation below to your email distribution, link to your website, and post to social media outlets.
4. Contact Joan Jolley, 617-429-9444 mobile or joan.jolley@gmail.com if you have questions.
SPEAKERS GUIDE:
Theme: Channeling your inner super/natural powers
Main Goal: This should be an educational discussion and offer the audience real take-aways on how they can help themselves/explore themselves.
Draft Agenda:
6:45pm - Panelists arrive and meet MC
7pm-7:15 - Networking
7:30pm - MC intro of theme/panelists introduce themselves (Please be prepared to introduce yourself 1-3 minutes max each.)
7:45pm - MC and Audience Questions:
8:30 - End Draft MC Questions/Speaker Prep
- What kinds of powers might people have that they are unaware? How can one tell if they have super/natural powers, or untapped energy?
- With all the stresses in the world these days (economic, social change, job loss/career change) what are some tips to managing stress?
- Can anyone channel energy? Can anyone try? How?
- Do you meditate, how and when? What are some different kinds of meditation available, and how do you know what works for you?
- Any tips on cleansing oneself?
- Psychics, channelers, healers, empaths, Reiki masters, clairaudients, pagans and hermetic scientists - Who do you turn to for what?
- Know thyself? Astrology - knowledge as power
- What's in store for the winter season and new year? (might mean predictions, might be bigger picture such as where the energy of the world is headed) For all our wonderful young shaman out there, rememeber, 1) SAFETY FIRST!!!!!
(TAKE A COURSE WHERE YOU CAN LEARN FIRE SAFETY)
2) ALWAYS HAVE A KNOWLEDGEABLE TRAINED ADULT WITH YOU,
AFTER YOU GET PERMISSION TO HAVE A SPECIAL FIRE.
3) BEING A SHAMAN IS NOT JUST FOR GIRLS,
BOYS MAKE GREAT SHAMAN TOO.
NAMASTE,
THE FAERY KING 
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| CoSM Full Moon, Pictures And Inspiration |
[02 Sep 2009|02:56pm] |
Many Blessings
Our return to CoSM (www.cosm.org) for our wonderful full moon ceremony has been long overdue. It has been some time now since we have touched down on the shores of this, the sacred ground of our spiritual homeland, the visionaries Sistine Chapel.
Music Artist Scott Robinson and I will be heading in from Boston, after our commitments there, so we may not arrive until 9pm.
Whatever the case might be, with regard to time, we are so looking forward to seeing our dear friends and extended family, those of The Affiliated Tribes of Dreams and Imagination, where hope reigns supreme.
There is to be a great deal of travel this year, continuing what has already been done, as you can see from the pictures.
The future holds The Royal Birthday Bash at the home of Jah-d and I, in Bergenfield, NJ. Jordan is keeping pretty busy with his engineering work in PA.
Although he is greatly missed, we both have a great deal of ork in our respective carers.
His happimess is essential to mine, as is Bella's and she is busting hump in New Orleans on The Fringe Festival.
Virginia, then New Orleans, Texas. Bella and I are doing The Fringe Festival in New Orleans and before that The Gris Gris show, where are friend Dr. John will be preforming
Our travels began with The Dyke March in Boston, carrying over to Brushwood where Bella and I attended, in the company of many magnificent friends, both Sirius Rising and Starwood. The CoSM pavilion was truly wonderful.
Two of The Gossamer Courts truest and most treasured friends, Ivan the Great and Fire Master/Visionary Artist Brian James, with the help of Grady Randolph, among others set up the CoSM pavilion, complete with a swing inside.
Bella, Juliette, and Leeah became living live nude sculpture in a squid net hanging outside the dome for it’s grand opening.
There was a wedding, presided over by Lady Heather, High Priestess of the Gossamer Court, who as asked very last minute, rising to the occasion like the spiritual trooper she is. The Faery King was presiding minister at three small wedding this year, all very private, in one case just the couple and the king, as we once did for Prince Steve and Princess Chrissie, all very good preparation for the really big wedding that we are doing in October, in the Richmond, VA area for the daughter of our brother and Navy buddy, a retired US Navy Seal and Freemason, Lenny Monopoli
His daughter Leah, the eldest of eight children, who just put a beautiful Thor’s hammer tattoo on my arm, is marrying her beau of several years, Jason. They have a beautiful daughter, Autumn, who seems to fancy The Faery King. Whenever her mommy puts the necklace, a gift from us, around her neck, this little wonder dances around and around, as though she was at a bonfire.
I look at this life as before Starwood/CoSM and after. The gifts that CoSM has given me over the years are indeed plentiful. I know that this is true for many.
WE give back by showing up, bringing with us our stories. There are many to tell and many yet to be told. We hope to see you there.
NAMASTE,
the faery king
 WITH AUTUMN
WITH LADY EMERALD AT STARWOOD
AT THE LOTUS SHRINE
WITHTHE GOSSAMER COURT'S FIND, MUSICIAN/ARTIST SENSATION TOM MILSOM
WITH MIRA
MAKING NEW FRIENDS (PREPARING FOR INDIA)
DISCOVERY OF NEW MAGICK
WITH LENNY'S SO JOHN, A GOOD STUDENT BEING RAISED AN EVANGELICAL CHRISTIAN
(JOHN LIVES WITH HIS MOTHER)
WE REALLY SHOOK THEM UP AT LIBERTY BAPTISTS COLLEGE (OR LIBERTY UNNIVERSITY, WHERE JERRY FALWELL'S GRAVE IS) IT WAS OPENING DAY AND THEY HAD A COLLECTIVE HEART ATTACK SEEING A FREEMASON, A PAGAN HIPPIE AND HIGH PRIESTESS, LADY HEATHER
IN ROANOKE
THE BLUE RIDGE MOUNTAINS
TREE HUGGING IS FOR SISSIES
PARTY AT OUR HOUSE
MEMORIAL SUNSET FOR HIGH PRIEST MICHAEL PALERMO
THOTH, PINK ANGEL, FAERY KING AND TOM MILSOM
BELLAVIA WITH MIA AND JORDAN ON THE PHONE FOR THE SECOND ANNIVERSARY OF
JAH-D AND THE FAERY KING
JAH-D AND A FRIEND
WITH OBERON ZELL
WITH A FRIEND
THE DYKE MARCH
WITH HER EMINENCE LADY HEATHER, HIG PRIESTESS OF THE GOSSAMER COURT
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| NYC, FREE CONCERT AUGUST 15th |
[09 Aug 2009|09:08am] |
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PLEASE PASS THIS ON EVERYWHERE AND ANYWHERE IT MIGHT DO SOME GOOD. This is a public event, i.e. one that is accessible without an invitation. Tom Milsom
8/15/2009 3:00 PM at Central Park, close by W 72nd St entrance to the Park
Strawberry Fields, Central Park, New York, New York
Cost: Free! <input ... > <input ... >  | | Tom Milsom Free Concert Strawberry Fields New York CityEvent Title Hosted by: The Gossamer Court When: Saturday, August 15, 2009 3:00 PM - 5:00 PM EDT Description Many Blessings,
One of the many facets of His Majesty The Faery King is that of dream-maker. Lets help him help this young man Tom Milsom from The United Kingdom turn his dreams into reality.
If you are in or around Central Park on Napoleons birthday, August 15th at around 3pm EST, you will definitely want to be at Strawberry Fields, to watch and hear Faery King’s young friend let loose his great gifts and talent before an audience for this free concert.
His Majesty will be there.
Peace,
The Gossamer Court
You can't help but know about him if you are in and around The Gossamer Court.
In attending Tom's performance you do something good for yourselves, while supporting the work of a very gifted young artist. http://tommilsom.com
This one is going places and taking many hearts with him, as he weaves humor, wit, imagination and talent into his creative works. Check out his videos and make up your own mind.
http://www.youtube.com/user/hexachordal
NAMASTE,
The Faery King
From Tom
If you are unsure about whether or not you want to come, these aren’t going to be massive gatherings where you’ll get trampled underfoot by hordes of people more famous than you. They’re nice little laid-back get-togethers in parks where I’ll play some songs, talk to some people, and we’ll all wander about and lie in the sunshine. I do so hope to see you there! PLEASE leave a comment if you’re planning on coming along to one of these. I want to know how many people are coming to each. Tell me if you’re bringing friends as well, which is HIGHLY RECOMMENDED. :D If there’s anything URGENT email me at tommy.firefly@gmail.com and for less urgent things tweet @hexachordal or comment on my YouTube channel.
Tom Milsom played music quite a lot when he was little. Then as he grew up he decided he wasn't getting enough attention, so he put some songs on the internet to see what happened. Fangirls happened, and a global feature on YouTube's front page, which garnered him an element of fame, or as much fame as you can get from being on the internet. Yeah, he's not famous at all.
Undaunted by this sudden onslaught of vague acceptance, Tom ploughed through and released his debut album (which sounds so PROFESSIONAL!) Awkward Ballads for the Easily-Pleased. This achieved a murmur of critical success and has sold literally tens of copies to this day. Maybe even hundreds.
Unquenched in his thirst for world domination, Milsom then continued to write songs at a furious pace and generally whore himself out to anyone who would have him, thus rapidly ascending the YouTube hierarchy. In early 2009 he realised he had enough songs for another album, which many had clamoured for for some time - considerably more people than had bought the first fucking one, but that's the internet for you.
Properly recorded in a studio and EVERYTHING, and backed by 19 Entertainment (y'know, that one that manages the Beckhams) his next album, Painfully Mainstream, is due out in summer 2009, and will be really quite amazing.
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Dedicated To My Partner Jordan Andre Hronec-De Liso On Our Third Anniversary
Why Me? Why now? Why indeed? Holy cow!
When about three years old, my brain awoke one morning thinking “Oh No Not This Again”, but it was not despair over a new day but another life, as this old soul be here before.
When we call someone a “big stinky hippie” it is not about their hygiene but the smell of an old soul.
Work that magick turning and churning “put down labels” upside downed dem we did hence an elemental king becomes a faery king.
Few, any more laugh, when Faery King introduced. Many of dem show a face like they been goosed by spirit turned loose.
During the Gay Liberation movement a pink triangle, one sign of death with those Nazi bastards, in their death camp ranking system was alchemicaly turned into a badge of honor.
Hitler stole a sacred sign of Hinduism, Buddhism etc that had very good Ju Ju behind it and turned it into a sign for goose-steeping snake scales that could only function with a poison filled head attached to it. Once kill the head da snake did die,
Being born to older parents makes so much sense, as my spiritual education needed to feel through my human body the damage of this socio-path.
Yes, my time of arrival poses many questions for some.
When Leila, a great lady and friend to me, did my chart, she was very uneasy, asking why, why pick this time. There is no easy answer for that other than there is purpose to this life for my being in the here and now.
This ex-junkie, gangster, warrior, hater, re-zenter is no messiah but a messenger from the angelic choir.
My flaws are very human and after doin many bad things like prostituting my humanity at the wrong end of a poison filled hypodermic needle, selling my child body to the highest bidder after my Papa died, when I was fourteen, leaving me with the parent that cast me to the street with no means, I tried very hard to destroy myself, out of resentment for the gods that sent me here. “is this the way that one treats a servant?"
One must say. One must say. NAMASTE, NAMASTE,
A good king by the way, is a servant to his or her people. They neither walk in front of, nor behind but beside the people. We ain't our tribe, ain't no sheeple.
My role as knight and beacon for the Indigo children, children in general, is as their protector, guide and sometimes teacher.
In a “society” were the poison of greed and other nefarious affectations consume souls with the greatest of ease it is a privilege to be tarred crazy by the scum of humanity, though I feel bad for the lemmings that just follow along at their masters voice, a master that was not chosen by the good aspect of soul... but the evil.
Among the many titles carried like the silk clad vagabond, buffoon is one that amuses Us greatly because it is what people needed to think, as Our work with the disaffected, the wounded, abandoned and unloved was and is in full progress.
We must apologize to any and all good hearts that were offended by some of Our actions. You will see one day why in certain cases there was an absence of a retraction.
Ego, buffoonery gives us space in a world where we all have to smell the other cats cabbage, the tyranny of the eyes is alive and well etc.
My hair was kept short, my clothing style fashionable but buttoned up so I could pass long enough, as foundations were laid for the future.
The more my soul compelled me to help the Indigo, the more good ethics from within grew.
If you develop an ethic and give any attention at all, like water with a gremlin, more and more grow out of the one, thus you have ethical dilemmas.
Jah-d magically appeared in my life and began to knock off many of the rough edges, helping me out of ego, impatience, anger and other unsavory things that a shaman should not sport.
He began working on my health, but as he is young he did not, until very recently, understand that with some, one must row the boat slowly, giving one lesson at a time, so the king rebelled against the prince, knowing fully that he draws from the same spiritual well.
He is one of my watchers, here to make sure that need is fulfilled and not want, to get the job done.
Cupid was an unexpected cherub when it came to Jah-d. My mind said this Indigo is very high above you and thus out of reach.
Ours is what it is and it is a genuine, authentic love that makes my heart weep blood tears for many, if not most of my various rebellions against the one who actually had a hand in bringing me back to life.
How could I not love such a divine creature with all my heart? The major heart attack hit about ten days after Jah-d and I met. He has been there ever since, if not in presence, in spirit.
Jah-d tried so hard to get me to go to the hospital, following my second father’s death, when pneumonia was ravaging my lungs. It was only when he cried that what was left of my brain, for lack of oxygen, awoke making me cry for so wounding one my heart shall carry for eternity.
There are a few who will never leave me, but he is at the top of that triangle.
Spirit within now drives me through the peaks and valleys of my own destiny and purpose upon this mortal coil. Bubble, trouble and toil, ha ha ha ha ha.
Our meeting with Lady Heather, Our most Supreme High Priestess was more than fortuitous, just as with Angelsboi, Gossamer Court co-founder Ryan Boell, Our most beloved Prince of Willows, who died of AIDS at the age of 25.
Right after we finished setting the cornerstone of healing through art into the Ju Ju of The Gossamer Court our co-conspirator was gone, departed, with his spirit residing in mine until there is no more time.
One still cries for the loss of presence with certain folk who have touched their soul.
With all of my troubled past this angelic soul needed knowledge which came from my personal chaplain Prince Oz (Oh Zee) and High Priestess Lady Heather, who also became the ethical compass of this king.
She is a divine creature too, with the fused soul of goddess and angel. Language transposed, the lady is beauty and over our need to be just she does indeed rock and rule.
Ah Me lady, Her Royal Highness, Bella Via, Our Vicereine also came into my life, bringing other magick, most especially the goddess energy that my soul needs, if my body is to complete the Great Work.
I can get lost in trance with her brilliant mind and energy, which is absolutely divine, her naked body next to mine, sublime
It would seem as though all the spiritual work done that often caused pain was made all right with Jah-d first and then Bellavia entering our lives.
How my heart and spirit does love both of these magnificent Indigos. Even when they do not understand, they do not stop loving me.... nor I them.
We have for each other love, respect and nothing is done with the intent of harm.
For a time when Jah-d was agonizing in a state of despair over the way that I was not taking care of myself, there was great harm, in large part because it was hard to be at ease with one who loved so much me because life had presented us with many opportunities that were all wrong, but oh so easy. Forever and a day seemingly broken hearted king playin the fool,
My last relationship before Jordan was with a very bitter hater that left me for Evangelical Christianity after I proposed marriage because commitment is very important to me but not to him, the ever-false lover, that twisted reasoning, the lord abover.
What about the one inside?
What about the one inside?
What about the one inside?
If you turn it off, you may not , for a moment die, but oh how you shall cry and cry.
Drugs, violence, anger, rage, grief, self-abuse, slow suicide were all an effort at pushing away love that my heart, after such a long and wrong chain of experience in this life, felt unworthy of, having grown with ease into chains.
The spiritual purpose of helping the Indigo to hatch out of their egg into the light of awakening, helping to heal one and all in need the best the divine flow would allow me, was yet one more thing I felt unworthy of. Being just Be.
We are resigned to living the way that an Indigo Shaman should live, devoted to those around Us, and those in tribe, while trying to fathom ahead the murky waters of what is to come, when the old guard is made to pack its bags and leave. Leave they will. Percieved defeat for them a bitter pill.
These beautiful, magnificent children pour through their mother’s wombs at a staggering rate and are everywhere. They come to this old manifestation of a mama bear with the purpose to request my pulling back of the heavenly Indigo velvet rope, so they can get in and find others like them.
Some are so young but because life has been so wounding they carry with them painful vices imposed upon them by man’s inhumanity to man.
Mine is not to judge unless one of the herd is poisoning the other children. It hurts to impose banishment or exile, temporary or otherwise but sometimes this is the only answer, especially when it affects others.
Revelations, visions, premonitions, many of the things that head shrinks like to lock people up for, as mass enlightenment will kill business for these greedy unethical bastards, not all but many and those of us who attempt to help others to awake and heal themselves are their, dems of da elite der pocket’s enemy.
Some do, but most do not need psychiatry but rather spirituality, laughter, joy, happiness, art, music, swinging from heavens rafters. Seek out all that challenges both intellect and spirit, as we all work on bringing forth those magnificent hidden gifts, which we all possess.
A lousy dancer is really a beautiful swan of a dancer that refuses to let go of not letting go, hence the importance of the alchemy of fire.
I am nothing more than a wise old dung beetle compared to these children who shall take from the few elders that they trust and make the magick more effective and beautiful.
Some shaman will say “Oh, but it must be so” because it always was, don't ya know, as they listen not to the young because their pride and ego are all-consuming, so much so, that those closest to the honesty of innocence are not heard by the tribes holyman, whose vision is not by Id and ego, supposed to be blurred.
Not a peep, not a word, as old shaman hide the wrinkles on their hands, grown from all their sense of self-importance, their worry the other children might get it and go beyond bringing down the structure like a dominoe row. Only to raise the same tower with a different better glow, made of growth.
Another of our jobs in the cauldron of The Great Work is to be the listening ears, the seeing mind and as we lay hands sight from third eye, beaming. Tigh lights last gleaming, not so, it occurs to me, no, no, no. A new day is coming. Get on the train soon.
The young know that when the request goes out to them for advice and input to their beacon, Maestro I, that this lighthouse will beam their truth out, so that others might hear their thoughts through an elder's mouth. And that also makes of me, the Indigo's Muppet. ha ha ha ha ha ha
It is sad that so many do not take the time to really listen to the words pouring out of a young face. SOmetimes they so reside in the most sacred place.
The tribe can ill afford to shut out the voices of the young among us because we shall die out and so will the magickal child that we have worked so hard to create over the last thirty years. Should we not get down on bended knee and praise the goddess that resides within those closest to the nursing breast of one's inner divinity?
All the parties and high ritual, adult gatherings are fine but balance must be pursued through conversation, the support of dreams, imagination, and creativity. These are our children.
They think and feel and while the idea of them being smarter than their parents might not appeal, what they have to say is oft times uber real.
It is not out of patronization that the king listens to the children, it is out of a need for their wisdom, that my spirit and body might be better and more at ease with the climb that we must share, those burdens to bear, as life does flesh from bone tare.
They will hear our healing song my children, siblings and elders.
Oh yes. Oh yes. Oh yes.
They will hear. They will hear. They will hear.
And they the future us, will in the hour glass time of infinity know that we walked and were here. Oh dear. What is that smell of 2000 years?
The Faery King just wishes that your pain might be eased and you might be healed of all the suffering, imposed upon you by those who dare try to put chains upon such winged creatures of great beauty, turning red into blue with the lies of the corrupted, that hold the power of the few, as the church choir sings along the song of subjugation, with all kinds of smoke mirrors and bells. Ding dong ding dong, you dig?
Well thats just groovy. Just don't seel your gifts to the importantance of paramount so the few again can make a fortune. Be your own whore, not theirs and when that dread of fear produced not for your entertainment but your containment comes, tell the assholes to shove it up their bum.
Yes, we Indigo and Rainbow are two parts of the one sum, the lost tribe of wandering magickal Jews, finding their way back into the light of the soul's Sun.
De be many of us now, not so few, and for our healing Ju Ju dey come hither to us, even though their knees are worn from kneeling in pews than would give a woodedn leg s man some serious blues.
With all my heart,
That speak the truth,
Children, Dis King Do Love You....
NAMASTE,
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[30 Jul 2009|12:27pm] |
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Why Me? Why now? Why indeed? Holy cow!
When about three years old, my brain awoke one morning thinking “Oh No Not This Again”, but it was not despair over a new day but another life, as this old soul be here before.
When we call someone a “big stinky hippie” it is not about their hygiene but the smell of an old soul.
Work that magick turning and churning “put down labels” upside downed dem we did hence an elemental king becomes a faery king.
Few, any more laugh, when Faery King introduced. Many of dem show a face like they been goosed by spirit turned loose.
During the Gay Liberation movement a pink triangle, one sign of death with those Nazi bastards, in their death camp ranking system was alchemicaly turned into a badge of honor.
Hitler stole a sacred sign of Hinduism, Buddhism etc that had very good Ju Ju behind it and turned it into a sign for goose-steeping snake scales that could only function with a poison filled head attached to it. Once kill the head da snake did die,
Being born to older parents makes so much sense, as my spiritual education needed to feel through my human body the damage of this socio-path.
Yes, my time of arrival poses many questions for some.
When Leila, a great lady and friend to me, did my chart, she was very uneasy, asking why, why pick this time. There is no easy answer for that other than there is purpose to this life for my being in the here and now.
This ex-junkie, gangster, warrior, hater, re-zenter is no messiah but a messenger from the angelic choir.
My flaws are very human and after doin many bad things like prostituting my humanity at the wrong end of a poison filled hypodermic needle, selling my child body to the highest bidder after my Papa died, when I was fourteen, leaving me with the parent that cast me to the street with no means, I tried very hard to destroy myself, out of resentment for the gods that sent me here. “is this the way that one treats a servant?"
One must say. One must say. NAMASTE, NAMASTE,
A good king by the way, is a servant to his or her people. They neither walk in front of, nor behind but beside the people. We ain't our tribe, ain't no sheeple.
My role as knight and beacon for the Indigo children, children in general, is as their protector, guide and sometimes teacher.
In a “society” were the poison of greed and other nefarious affectations consume souls with the greatest of ease it is a privilege to be tarred crazy by the scum of humanity, though I feel bad for the lemmings that just follow along at their masters voice, a master that was not chosen by the good aspect of soul... but the evil.
Among the many titles carried like the silk clad vagabond, buffoon is one that amuses Us greatly because it is what people needed to think, as Our work with the disaffected, the wounded, abandoned and unloved was and is in full progress.
We must apologize to any and all good hearts that were offended by some of Our actions. You will see one day why in certain cases there was an absence of a retraction.
Ego, buffoonery gives us space in a world where we all have to smell the other cats cabbage, the tyranny of the eyes is alive and well etc.
My hair was kept short, my clothing style fashionable but buttoned up so I could pass long enough, as foundations were laid for the future.
The more my soul compelled me to help the Indigo, the more good ethics from within grew.
If you develop an ethic and give any attention at all, like water with a gremlin, more and more grow out of the one, thus you have ethical dilemmas.
Jah-d magically appeared in my life and began to knock off many of the rough edges, helping me out of ego, impatience, anger and other unsavory things that a shaman should not sport.
He began working on my health, but as he is young he did not, until very recently, understand that with some, one must row the boat slowly, giving one lesson at a time, so the king rebelled against the prince, knowing fully that he draws from the same spiritual well.
He is one of my watchers, here to make sure that need is fulfilled and not want, to get the job done.
Cupid was an unexpected cherub when it came to Jah-d. My mind said this Indigo is very high above you and thus out of reach.
Ours is what it is and it is a genuine, authentic love that makes my heart weep blood tears for many, if not most of my various rebellions against the one who actually had a hand in bringing me back to life.
How could I not love such a divine creature with all my heart? The major heart attack hit about ten days after Jah-d and I met. He has been there ever since, if not in presence, in spirit.
Jah-d tried so hard to get me to go to the hospital, following my second father’s death, when pneumonia was ravaging my lungs. It was only when he cried that what was left of my brain, for lack of oxygen, awoke making me cry for so wounding one my heart shall carry for eternity.
There are a few who will never leave me, but he is at the top of that triangle.
Spirit within now drives me through the peaks and valleys of my own destiny and purpose upon this mortal coil. Bubble, trouble and toil, ha ha ha ha ha.
Our meeting with Lady Heather, Our most Supreme High Priestess was more than fortuitous, just as with Angelsboi, Gossamer Court co-founder Ryan Boell, Our most beloved Prince of Willows, who died of AIDS at the age of 25.
Right after we finished setting the cornerstone of healing through art into the Ju Ju of The Gossamer Court our co-conspirator was gone, departed, with his spirit residing in mine until there is no more time.
One still cries for the loss of presence with certain folk who have touched their soul.
With all of my troubled past this angelic soul needed knowledge which came from my personal chaplain Prince Oz (Oh Zee) and High Priestess Lady Heather, who also became the ethical compass of this king.
She is a divine creature too, with the fused soul of goddess and angel. Language transposed, the lady is beauty and over our need to be just she does indeed rock and rule.
Ah Me lady, Her Royal Highness, Bella Via, Our Vicereine also came into my life, bringing other magick, most especially the goddess energy that my soul needs, if my body is to complete the Great Work.
I can get lost in trance with her brilliant mind and energy, which is absolutely divine, her naked body next to mine, sublime
It would seem as though all the spiritual work done that often caused pain was made all right with Jah-d first and then Bellavia entering our lives.
How my heart and spirit does love both of these magnificent Indigos. Even when they do not understand, they do not stop loving me.... nor I them.
We have for each other love, respect and nothing is done with the intent of harm.
For a time when Jah-d was agonizing in a state of despair over the way that I was not taking care of myself, there was great harm, in large part because it was hard to be at ease with one who loved so much me because life had presented us with many opportunities that were all wrong, but oh so easy. Forever and a day seemingly broken hearted king playin the fool,
My last relationship before Jordan was with a very bitter hater that left me for Evangelical Christianity after I proposed marriage because commitment is very important to me but not to him, the ever-false lover, that twisted reasoning, the lord abover.
What about the one inside?
What about the one inside?
What about the one inside?
If you turn it off, you may not , for a moment die, but oh how you shall cry and cry.
Drugs, violence, anger, rage, grief, self-abuse, slow suicide were all an effort at pushing away love that my heart, after such a long and wrong chain of experience in this life, felt unworthy of, having grown with ease into chains.
The spiritual purpose of helping the Indigo to hatch out of their egg into the light of awakening, helping to heal one and all in need the best the divine flow would allow me, was yet one more thing I felt unworthy of. Being just Be.
We are resigned to living the way that an Indigo Shaman should live, devoted to those around Us, and those in tribe, while trying to fathom ahead the murky waters of what is to come, when the old guard is made to pack its bags and leave. Leave they will. Percieved defeat for them a bitter pill.
These beautiful, magnificent children pour through their mother’s wombs at a staggering rate and are everywhere. They come to this old manifestation of a mama bear with the purpose to request my pulling back of the heavenly Indigo velvet rope, so they can get in and find others like them.
Some are so young but because life has been so wounding they carry with them painful vices imposed upon them by man’s inhumanity to man.
Mine is not to judge unless one of the herd is poisoning the other children. It hurts to impose banishment or exile, temporary or otherwise but sometimes this is the only answer, especially when it affects others.
Revelations, visions, premonitions, many of the things that head shrinks like to lock people up for, as mass enlightenment will kill business for these greedy unethical bastards, not all but many and those of us who attempt to help others to awake and heal themselves are their, dems of da elite der pocket’s enemy.
Some do, but most do not need psychiatry but rather spirituality, laughter, joy, happiness, art, music, swinging from heavens rafters. Seek out all that challenges both intellect and spirit, as we all work on bringing forth those magnificent hidden gifts, which we all possess.
A lousy dancer is really a beautiful swan of a dancer that refuses to let go of not letting go, hence the importance of the alchemy of fire.
I am nothing more than a wise old dung beetle compared to these children who shall take from the few elders that they trust and make the magick more effective and beautiful.
Some shaman will say “Oh, but it must be so” because it always was, don't ya know, as they listen not to the young because their pride and ego are all-consuming, so much so, that those closest to the honesty of innocence are not heard by the tribes holyman, whose vision is not by Id and ego, supposed to be blurred.
Not a peep, not a word, as old shaman hide the wrinkles on their hands, grown from all their sense of self-importance, their worry the other children might get it and go beyond bringing down the structure like a dominoe row. Only to raise the same tower with a different better glow, made of growth.
Another of our jobs in the cauldron of The Great Work is to be the listening ears, the seeing mind and as we lay hands sight from third eye, beaming. Tigh lights last gleaming, not so, it occurs to me, no, no, no. A new day is coming. Get on the train soon.
The young know that when the request goes out to them for advice and input to their beacon, Maestro I, that this lighthouse will beam their truth out, so that others might hear their thoughts through an elder's mouth. And that also makes of me, the Indigo's Muppet. ha ha ha ha ha ha
It is sad that so many do not take the time to really listen to the words pouring out of a young face. SOmetimes they so reside in the most sacred place.
The tribe can ill afford to shut out the voices of the young among us because we shall die out and so will the magickal child that we have worked so hard to create over the last thirty years. Should we not get down on bended knee and praise the goddess that resides within those closest to the nursing breast of one's inner divinity?
All the parties and high ritual, adult gatherings are fine but balance must be pursued through conversation, the support of dreams, imagination, and creativity. These are our children.
They think and feel and while the idea of them being smarter than their parents might not appeal, what they have to say is oft times uber real.
It is not out of patronization that the king listens to the children, it is out of a need for their wisdom, that my spirit and body might be better and more at ease with the climb that we must share, those burdens to bear, as life does flesh from bone tare.
They will hear our healing song my children, siblings and elders.
Oh yes. Oh yes. Oh yes.
They will hear. They will hear. They will hear.
And they the future us, will in the hour glass time of infinity know that we walked and were here. Oh dear. What is that smell of 2000 years?
The Faery King just wishes that your pain might be eased and you might be healed of all the suffering, imposed upon you by those who dare try to put chains upon such winged creatures of great beauty, turning red into blue with the lies of the corrupted, that hold the power of the few, as the church choir sings along the song of subjugation, with all kinds of smoke mirrors and bells. Ding dong ding dong, you dig?
Well thats just groovy. Just don't seel your gifts to the importantance of paramount so the few again can make a fortune. Be your own whore, not theirs and when that dread of fear produced not for your entertainment but your containment comes, tell the assholes to shove it up their bum.
Yes, we Indigo and Rainbow are two parts of the one sum, the lost tribe of wandering magickal Jews, finding their way back into the light of the soul's Sun.
De be many of us now, not so few, and for our healing Ju Ju dey come hither to us, even though their knees are worn from kneeling in pews than would give a woodedn leg s man some serious blues.
With all my heart,
That speak the truth,
Children, Dis King Do Love You....
NAMASTE,
The Faery King |
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[29 Jul 2009|08:10pm] |
Indigo Purpose
How my heart and spirit feel rapture in the night,
The time when angels go to flight,
As I hear your voices and see your eyes,
In the best part of this human mind,
Flowers wilt and so can dreams,
Should you listen to the evil scream,
Cynics, conformists, haters, the spirited mean,
The rich consumed in power, lust and greed,
It has never been about want but need,
Roosters crow while vultures feed,
And sometimes if just feels like we,
That all our suffering was meant to be,
Protection pauses pain,
But its no remedy,
The young bring out the fierce beast in me,
The Indigo’s are my purpose. you see,
With Much Love,
The Faery King
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The apprentice We have taken to pass on Our knowledge to is family. Prince Matt's sister Danni is The Gossamer Court's Fire Marshall. This young man is of good heart and has proven himself through his caring of others worthy to receive the gifts of Our magick. Watching him at the fire, We sensed his cry for help and his ability to laugh at his own pain. he is to be regarded as a royal sibling.
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[10 Jul 2009|03:36am] |
He is joy beyond words.
A true friend beyond measure.
And a treasure worth the sum total of all earthly treasure, my partner Jah-d.
NAMASTE,
Le Phaerex
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| Please Vote Faery King For Pope On You Tube |
[09 Jul 2009|06:04am] |
Tired of the same old dreary, long-winded papal masses, one after the other,
well here is a little peak at who our new pope would be for His public.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W8TQOzyCu8Q
VOTE FOR Pope Chastity Isa Nastily
This is not a put on, HSH The Faery King, the silk clad vagabond,
Beacon of the Indigo, is indeed running for supreme Roman Ponitif..
Pope Chastity Isa Nastily is running until he is needed to ascend to
the throne of Saint Peter. Please vote for change
in Rome.
1)Women would be Priests, Bishops and Cardinals
1a) By the same token men would be allowed to be nuns.
2) If an abortion if necessary due to an archaic church policy,
the church will pay it, with counseling of course.
3) Plural Marriage will now be supported.
4) Darwin and The Gnostic Texts Taught in parochial schools.
5) All books on clergy found guilty of crimes against children opened.
6)The Great Reconciliation Begins.
The Cardinal Faery King Announcing
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XkYFoqOjG7s
Vote For Change
Vote Faery King For Pope
Many Blessings,
The Faery King
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| Trees, Greening At Starwood..... |
[06 Jul 2009|07:43am] |
“Oh, do not tell the priest our plight, or he would call it a sin, But we've been out in the woods all night, a-conjuring summer in, And we bring you good news by word of mouth, good news for cattle and corn, Now is the sun come up from the south, by Oak, and Ash, and horn.” Many Blessings Fellow Tree Huggers, Even if you are not going to Starwood you can still make a difference helping nature along, with conservation and replenishment. You are encouraged to do so wherever and whenever you can. I realize that people get all worked up about the environmentalist movement in this country but comservation is just common sense and good ethics dictate that one should show gratitude for that whuch sustains us. To our people who get upset about the amount of wood we burn, this is our answer to that. If each and every year one or two people get one or two people to plant tress, we begin a beautiful cycle. I am just a mean-spirited, evil, cantankerous, “smell like a big old goat” “Johnny Rotten, to the core, hippie, who wants to get me some wood, UM Kay? And when I am not that hippie, I am one of many Starwoodians who loves this community and it's cast of magnificent characters, so much that it aches sometimes, sharing my walk with folks that care about The Divine, The Indigo, Pagans, The Tribes, Magick, Quality of Life, The Elders, The Ancestors, The Peers, The Kids, People in general and The Environment, especially the one at Brushwood that gives us so much, while asking so little. Brushwood is a living Being and she needs tenderness, love and care. If you can’t procure and plant a tree, it is cool, but please leave Her as good or better than you find Her. Please, do yourselves a favor and take five quiet minutes while you are at Starwood and revere the beauty of the land we call Home. Maybe if we begin to do, as I did in my native Key West, stop everything wherever one is and take in the sunset and the nature around it, more and more people might take it upon themselves to take care of the planet. Her Royal Highness, Bellavia, Vicereine-elect of The Gossamer Court secured permission from the Barney's, owners of the campsite, to plant trees on the property some time ago. We are going to do this on Wedensday afternoon, giving as many folks as possible arriving late to bring us their little tree tykes, with leaves and branches calling for mommie Brushwood's sacred soil. We will meet at the wood bin/ Starwood Radio area, not the alternative radio station, which was a very pleasant surprise last year at around four o'clock. Initially we were going to weave wildflower seed as well, that is until Meadmaster Magpie raised a very good point about creating a natural disaster in the form of overgrowth with beautiful little flower creatures that might not be too friendly, even dangerous for the environment of Brushwood. One should always check first before they plant trees, to make sure there is no warning up. The Arbor Day Foundtion is a wonderful resource. http://www.arborday.org Now, flower-bearing trees with regard to the campsite are another matter. Of course Luna Bear brought up pests, most of which would be visible to the naked eye and/or magnification as long as you are not some blind old ass like yours truly, which is why we will have an inspection done by Lady Heather, John B, Bren, Magpie or whomever is available before we begin the greening. Cat and others have inquired about the specifics of The Gossamer Court’s greening of Brushwood and they are really quite simple. Those who have trees to be planted can find Faery King, Lady Heather, HP of The Gossamer Court, Prince Morgan Dragonstar or anyone else who is an affiliate of The GC around the Faerie Woods or you can check at Ivan's Dome aka The Squid Lounge, where FK’s schedule and whereabouts should be posted, for the first 36 anyway. Give Our regards to the goddess Calamari who may be enjoying a nice bath in her special dipping sauce. The saplings will be stored and cared for prior to their inspection and subsequent planting. I can not locate our walkie talkies, which were supposed to be for after our arrival. Now, this is very important to many of us, especially Our belved High Priestess, Lady Heather, who works year round, with her sinister AL Gore loving agenda of getting people to replenish nature, keep the environment very beautiful and safe so should anyone have a question not covered on here before the 11th, when I arrive on site, you may call my cell pone 617 448 6340. The cell number is due to be changed post-Starwood this year, so I am really not worried about obscene phone calls. (BE WARNED The Faery King, patron saint of sailors and coloring the air blue with obscenities, gives as good as he gets, so if you are feeling froggy, you might want to take notes for the next time you call your congressman.) After we arrive the cell goes off. We do need some strong backs, a few folks on ice water and some extra tools for digging and making the ground loose. You may also write me before the 11th on gossamer.court@gmail.com especially if you want to help us with the digging and planting. ( I tend to document good works done by good folk, so I will be asking people if they mind my mentioning them in our gratitude piece on You Tube and the blog sites. Magickal names are just peachy and we are very grateful to any and all who help us with the deed. I was thinking about having a mini-parade, with all of us singing Hi Ho, Hi Ho, a greeting term I have been known to answer to by saying Hi Bernie or Hi Sadi. Lady Heather once answered someone who called her a Satan worshipper by saying the closest I ever got to that was when I was a mortgage banker. The Faery King's law 4501.1B9 says we are to have fun with this. Brother John B. mentioned flowering trees that stay under 25 feet, like Viburnum lentago, Magnolia acuminata,Pagoda dogwood that could suffice. Our friend to the forrest also suggests good ole' American Holly and Sassafras albidum. Maple, Oak and Ash (As His Royal Magpiness also pointed out NO PINES!. Having suffered pine fever from a Rainbow Gathering fire, that Crooked Paw, a medicine man who was nearly killed in a car/pedestrian accident asked me to stand in for him at, I can tell you that breathing in too much burning pine will make you feel like someone tried to kill you. Lets keep it simple folks, having a blissful/fun time tending to our own Garden of Eden. Two people have asked for a special planting with a blessing, a love tree to honor 11 years of hand fasted bliss in one case and a young lady for a tree of remembrance for her late father. A few of us in the GC will be available for this. I am planting a tree to commemorate the second anniversary of our wedding, in great appreciation and love of my beautiful partner Jah-d, Prince of Gaia, as well as the crowning of a beautiful lady, my dear friend and companion, our Vicereine-elect, Bellavia. The prince is working on race cars this year and can not join us, save in spirit. This project is very important to the Veggan, tree hugging teacher and naturist prince, having his full and complete blessing. When we go out as a group on Wednesday afternoon there will be a ceremony presided over by Lady Heather, assisted by a few of us. Any changes will be announced, as will reminders of the event. Here is a video from FK on why one might want to plant a tree. In twenty years, when you bring your first grandbabie to Mother Starwood, you can say; Your dad and I planted this tree for you mother after she was born. Just ignore the wildflower part for Brushwood. Trees and greening http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_IdwoSZLgHA(It seems as though a certain well organized group of oh-so tolerant Vangies -Evangelical Christians, it seems, like to rate all pagan you tube videos that they find, with a one star, no matter how good or bad they are. A couple of mine probably deserve a zero. What can I say? They have done it to Lady Heather and others. If you would like to see and rate for yourselves; Lady Heather = http://www.youtube.com/user/HKyle1 The Faery King http://www.youtube.com/user/IndigoBeacon1HSH Jah-d of Gaia http://www.youtube.com/user/flopsterbisqueAll three of us accept low grades and legitimate disagreements with our positions but these people want that one star up there so no one will watch our videos. So much for their position on being right and fearkess. It is so petty. And cowards and inquisitors are such a boor. Now, I am doing something I never did before, screening the comments and ratings.) Our goal is to give back some of what we take, trees indigenous to Sherman, NY possibly planting some fruit and nut trees, in the more visible places. I love you guys, and again, thanks.... Namaste, The Faery King (HOW MANY DAYS!!!!?????) |
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