juxtoposition of science and the fey
dedanaan.com/the-celtic-...and-fairies/
Stories, Myths and Legends Associated with the Sidhe
www.shee-eire.com/Magic&Myt...ge%201.htm
Article which is semi-academic
www.faeryfaith.org/faeries.html
What are your favorite sources for learning about the Sidhe? How do you see the Sidhe? Have you ever met a Person of the Mounds? What was it like?
dedanaan.com/the-celtic-...and-fairies/
Stories, Myths and Legends Associated with the Sidhe
www.shee-eire.com/Magic&Myt...ge%201.htm
Article which is semi-academic
www.faeryfaith.org/faeries.html
What are your favorite sources for learning about the Sidhe? How do you see the Sidhe? Have you ever met a Person of the Mounds? What was it like?
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Unsu...
Druids trying to pin down Sidhe...
www.druidry.org/board/viewtopic.php
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All that we see is seen through the overlaying lens of our own aura/perception. It colors and tinges, bends and adds and substracts to what is there, drawing from all that we are and we think we know. What is there can then have many different forms and facets and be perceived in many shapes and forms.
This is only complicated by the myriad of life forms that exist that most know little of... spirits, faeries, short lived random spare thoughts, long lived archetypes and the things of myth and legend and much more.
They can be seen upon occasion, but interpretation is blurred by the lens we see through.
They can also be called forth and sought after... and that too is at the mercy of the lens. Yet... there ARE ways to create the atmosphere for a higher level of experiencing. Ceremonies of acceptance.. based on respect and ahimsa. Utilizing some of the power portals.... those built on a particular place... and those portals built on a particular trans-species experience like Datura and others. It will NOT clarify what is being experienced... but they can magnify and lengthen the experience.
Ultimately though... all perceptions must be handled with kid gloves and questioned deeply... because they are often squishy and unfirm... and ready to be molded into something that is part what it is and part what we make it into.
Siebling spoke of it in Communion - in regards to alien abduction... when he ponders... maybe this whole alien abduction phenomenon ISN'T what we say it is... isn't what we are perceiving it to be - given our limited senses and mindset. But given the widespread occurrences... something IS happening and it's worth looking at and investigating.
So it is with faeries. Maybe it is NOT what we think it is... but SOMETHING is happening and is worth experiencing and pondering.
Faeries? - Have the experience... weigh it and let it flow into your framework of your reality. And remember not to be ego-centric and think it is all about you perceiving "them"
Those other life forms are living their existence also and may have their own interests and desires. So surely...if it's important... it will reach out to you for further clarification...:>)... or you can pusue the mist.
Renard the Druid
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Unsu...
To my way of thinking ... The Sidhe, ARE the gods , ARE the forces of nature, ARE the spirits of the ancestors, and whats more they are all these things rolled up into many many many packages
When I am dead and gone think of me when you here the thunder , for I shall be among the wild hunters of Lord Taranis -
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the wind, and that's really as simple as it gets. to break it down any further than that i feel, is limiting.
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have you ever tried to pin down the wind!?! tee hee....
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Unsu...
Kelly, that would be great to incorporate into one of your magickal songs! Pining down the wind...
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Unsu...
Very nice Kelly , and it kinda goes along nicely with the way I see it.
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indeed wulf.
it seems to me that the spirit leaves the body in the final breath before death, and becomes one with the wind...so that wind "the sidhe" is truly every soul that has ever lived....
we have a song called "hymn of the wind"
sometimes i giggle and call it he of the sidhe....
anyhow, here are the words....
hymn of the wind (woodlandmusic)
baptised by the greenwood rain
a paradise awaits
beyond the rowan gates...
in cathedrals of oak and pine
resurrected by the moon
beneath the stars tonight...
the echoes of wells
familiar incense smells
the raven speaking in spells
riddled in rhyme...
singing "i'll be born again
by the psalm of the sun
and the hymn
of the wind..."
a pentacle hangs above the door
beneath the stars tonight
she spreads her cards once more...
the further on her tale explores
a sign we've all been here
before....
altars of stone
drums of skin and bone
songs of the wood
echoes of home...
tongues in the trees
books in the brooks
sermons in stone...
coming back again
the psalm of the sun
the hymn
of the wind....
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