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Halloween Eve 2010 on Twitter! Remember I have no pre planned continuation of this story what unfolds shall be as much of a mystery to me!
Wednesday, 6 October 2010
Monday, 26 July 2010
Monday, 9 November 2009
Story continues The Nowness
Across Scotland, England, Wales and Ireland there were movements in all the Mountains. Whispers and echoes of sounds which were unable to be deciphered by human ears.
Along the Great Glen in the Scottish Highlands,
Loch Ness lies on the Great Glen fault-line and its incredible depth (over 2km)
seismic readings were being picked up from the tectonic plates. Slowly at first, very slowly but a definite pattern.
Across the sea to Ireland towards the great Giants Causeway another place of an ancient volcanic eruption. Things were also stiring in the night. Across the Irish sea winged the greatest of Birds of Prey, Proud Eagles and White Ravens. Seated on their backs were winged Elves, Fairies and Sea Sprites. Leading them was a
great winged creature known as the Nowness.
The Earth creatures went about their busy lives oblivious to the warnings they were being sent. Some older folk and believers saw the warnings that came in the shape of Great
Floods and heat waves, deceases and corruption.
The Irish warrior Fionn MaacCumhaill was awoken from a sleep of 60 million years by
Bennandonner laying in their deep sleeps they had been awoken from their Giants slumber
by a Call. The voice they knew and although they slept they were always ready awaiting
the Caller and the Voice which summoned them to Arms once more. This time they would be allies. The birds and creatures of the seas watched and they were pleased. The Nowness
swooped down and gave them their instructions.
Fionn sniffed the night air, his senses and very being shot him
a warning. In his past Fionn and Bennandonner and their feud of rock throwing seemed futile now compared to the task now in hand. Fionn laid his heavy head in his enormous hands and
his huge body shuddered. The ground beneath and the entire
Causeway shuddered with the Giant's greatness. Bennandonner rested his hand on Fionn's shoulder and said
Come, we go now as brothers and he helped him up from the Rocks which had held him anchored for millions of years.
Far beyond the Earth's Crust all over the Planet now the nematode sulphur eating Worms fed ravenously on the Earth's thermal vents. They were weaving a path towards the ancient volcanic sites.
The Nowness can see more signs in many sites around the World. The Great Acropolis of Athens, Mount Olympus in Greece and the Egyptian Pyramids were glowing red.
The Nowness was aware of the catastrophic dangers ahead and he waited for all Myths, Legends and beings to meet to discuss the task to save Mankind, Earth and existence itself
Along the Great Glen in the Scottish Highlands,
Loch Ness lies on the Great Glen fault-line and its incredible depth (over 2km)
seismic readings were being picked up from the tectonic plates. Slowly at first, very slowly but a definite pattern.
Across the sea to Ireland towards the great Giants Causeway another place of an ancient volcanic eruption. Things were also stiring in the night. Across the Irish sea winged the greatest of Birds of Prey, Proud Eagles and White Ravens. Seated on their backs were winged Elves, Fairies and Sea Sprites. Leading them was a
great winged creature known as the Nowness.
The Earth creatures went about their busy lives oblivious to the warnings they were being sent. Some older folk and believers saw the warnings that came in the shape of Great
Floods and heat waves, deceases and corruption.
The Irish warrior Fionn MaacCumhaill was awoken from a sleep of 60 million years by
Bennandonner laying in their deep sleeps they had been awoken from their Giants slumber
by a Call. The voice they knew and although they slept they were always ready awaiting
the Caller and the Voice which summoned them to Arms once more. This time they would be allies. The birds and creatures of the seas watched and they were pleased. The Nowness
swooped down and gave them their instructions.
Fionn sniffed the night air, his senses and very being shot him
a warning. In his past Fionn and Bennandonner and their feud of rock throwing seemed futile now compared to the task now in hand. Fionn laid his heavy head in his enormous hands and
his huge body shuddered. The ground beneath and the entire
Causeway shuddered with the Giant's greatness. Bennandonner rested his hand on Fionn's shoulder and said
Come, we go now as brothers and he helped him up from the Rocks which had held him anchored for millions of years.
Far beyond the Earth's Crust all over the Planet now the nematode sulphur eating Worms fed ravenously on the Earth's thermal vents. They were weaving a path towards the ancient volcanic sites.
The Nowness can see more signs in many sites around the World. The Great Acropolis of Athens, Mount Olympus in Greece and the Egyptian Pyramids were glowing red.
The Nowness was aware of the catastrophic dangers ahead and he waited for all Myths, Legends and beings to meet to discuss the task to save Mankind, Earth and existence itself
Monday, 2 November 2009
Sunday, 1 November 2009
Halloween Eve The Old Bank House
HAPPY HALLOWEEN FOLKS MAY YOUR PUMPKINS GLOW IN THE DARK
The Druid and the Witches gathered outside The Old Bank House in Kyle of Lochalsh. The Sea Loch was lit up by a large Moon.
Each year at this time they gathered to show their respect for the festival of Samhain. Samhain marked the end of the harvest.
The Gaels believed that the border between this world and the other world became thin on Samhain
yes good thanks! The potatoes cooking in the oven and the children's faces are happy as if they glimpse a magical time long gone.
To The gate of the Old Bank House appeared three tired strangers. A Room for the night? Yes all are welcome.
The wind from the Sea Loch blew across the Skye Bridge and the magical creatures came forth to show respect.
The pure white Stag greets the Druid and the sea sprites gather around the Group with excited faces. The celebrations begin and all smile.
The birds of the sea fly into nestle amongst the celebration. The Old Oyster catchers gather as they have done since time began.
The Druid Eslah throws her hands in the air and pays homage to the Earth and all it's wonder and gifts and asks for peace and abundance.
The Moon slips behind a mountain and the light remains brightly lit by an unseen aura of enlightenment. We hear the peace all around us.
The oldest of the Witches climbs upon the White Stag and flies off in search of the Halloween Moon we gaze up towards the stars following....
Eshlah beckons to the garden at The Old Bank House and from the hedges flowers and bushes emerge the Fairies and Elves running faster.
Each sacred place feels the power, each creature each human that is able to see and the people who have passed are happy too.
The oldest Witch and the white Stag re-appear through the skies in claps of Thunder and meteorites she lands whilst the group stare on
The Old Witch lets her old tattered cloak fall to the ground beneath is a shining robe covered in the stars of the cosmos. Her face
is transformed to that of great beauty and youthfulness. Peace shines from her eyes which are filled with love and a message from the Angels above
From the pouches there are gifts of Hope, Love, Peace and compassion. The Changing of the Seasons Summer into Winter.
The Mountains Voices are heard above the Winds.
The Mountains Voices are heard above the Winds of Time
WELCOME CARLiN OUR LADY OF RENEWAL GRANT US SAFETY BEYOND YULE Give Praise TO THE Turning WHEEL OFFER YOUR PLEDGE, THE EARTH TO HEAL
The Old Bank House received a late visitor on this night of All Souls. A lone young women knocked on the door at 11.30 pm. My Visitor told me her name was Lorna and she had been at the Crossroads of Glencoe and Fortwilliam. This being 48 miles or so away from The Old Bank House.
Now dear reader the story at this point turns from fiction to reality you must decide which is real and of that which is not.
Let me explain that Glencoe is also known as The Weeping Glen and no soul would wish to be there on a night such as this.
My Lady Lorna was of smart appearance, dressed in black attire with long dark hair and hauntingly beautiful large brown eyes.
We went upstairs to our brightly lit Guest Lounge and Lorna explained that the heavens opened as she stood on the Crossroads there at Glencoe. A car had stopped and a voice said 'get in, you cannot stand here'. The Driver explained that he was bound for the Isle of Skye. He brought Lorna straight to our door and although I did not set eyes on the Driver I knew that he had done a great act of kindness in bringing her to The Old Bank House.
I spoke kindly to the young woman who apologised for turning up at the door at such a late hour. No matter I said at least you are safe and I showed her to a nice warm Room.
The next morning Lorna, after a good nights sleep, smiled and said she had felt as if she had slept on a cloud she was so comfortable. She bid me farewell and turned on her heel and with a smile was gone, but, not before I had given her our phone number and told her if she needed to, she must call, and indeed if she had nowhere to sleep to return.
It was some hours later my thoughts and that of my husband returned to Lorna. What was a young women doing out alone at Glencoe on the night of All Souls?
Dear Readers I went onto a vast medium of communication which we use a lot these days, perhaps you know of which it is that I speak?
Within minutes I had 2 very powerful friends assisting me, whilst many others assumed my story was continuing from the night before. Searching through the medium but protecting identity of My Lady Lorna, the all seeing Gwendoline beamed in on the News we needed to assist our dear traveller.
Directing me to a Newspaper article with a picture. Yes that was dear Lorna! Missing at one time some years back, although discovered she was a loner, as secretive as many who have chosen to walk her path.
I felt we must tell the proper channels so they may look out for and assist Lorna if need be.
So ends my Story for now, a strange Story indeed but not a sad Story. A Story of Hope, Love, Peace and compassion. A Story which crosses from one veil to the next. A Story which may have been heard as far away as a lonely place in Glencoe on the Night of All Souls.
The Story goes on...
The Dark Prince arrived at The Old Bank House, he had travelled far that night and he had came in search of The Lady Lorna!
He banged loudly upon the door and summoned half the Villagers with his insistent banging
alight, alright I am coming
The Old Bank House had many Visitors although not many who sent such a shiver through us.
Stood before us was a mortal with a glare so fierce with eyes which burnt like the gates of hell itself. Dressed in a tartan of an ancient Clan he uttered no sound although we knew he came in search of our gentle visitor Lady Lorna from the night before.
He threw his whole weight against the door and burst, in cloak flying behind him. He ran to the top floor flinging doors of each room open. A gust of wind followed and almost as if a vision a swirl of mist followed the Dark Prince. The figure transformed into a powerful manlike creature with an unearthly light surrounding him. His voice bellowed No you shall go no further! These good people offered my charge safety and kindness now be gone you have no place here and with that the being hurled the Black Prince down 3 flights of stairs into the courtyard of The Old Bank House. There he stood with his arms folded his beard glowing with stars of the night. A powerful sight to behold.
The Black Prince mounted his horse and rode off into the night, no sound of his horses hooves were heard on the cobblestones as he speed away.
The creature who's name until then we knew not turned and smiled at us, we knew he meant us no harm. You have shown kindness to a traveller I am the protector of all travellers. We then knew his name!
The Archangel of travellers spread open his long robes and and brought forth ancient pipes of gold.
On these pipes he blew stars from his beard and they carried a sweet song to all of the Sea Lochs and beyond to The Mountains. The skies opened and through the skies the birds of the seas flocked.
From the Mountains 1000's upon thousands of Deer came. From every garden and every Glen the Fairies and Elves came. There they all stood waiting and then with a voice of the winds, forests mountains and time, his voice spoke Go now! protect and keep safe wherever she may be, tell all who are able to help and assist her let Lady Lorna flee. Assist and protect. Tell my brothers in each ancient site Our Lady Lorna must escape on this night
Each creature and bird went in every direction of the Universe their instructions were sealed. The sea sprites and kelpies from the sea lochs had Fairies and Elves on their backs as did the large proud Deer and Stags. The sea Eagles
with eyes so keen carried more creatures of light and down from the mountains and across the seas from Ireland came the Great Giants of time.
Turning to us he spoke once more, I shall send my Protectors to Guard you this night and hereafter too, You have no need to Fear My Ancient Druids are to keep watch and I have placed my White Ravens in the Eaves at each point of this house With that through a mist appeared
Eshlah and 12 other Druid folk. The peace they omitted was from another place.
We shall meet again very soon our Protector said now I have much to do and much to prepare. As we thought the Veil has been
breached. The veil must be sealed again in order to avoid horrors
beyond all belief. In the candles burnt for the Night of All Souls
came threw into the light a darkness we all thought long gone.
The Druid and the Witches gathered outside The Old Bank House in Kyle of Lochalsh. The Sea Loch was lit up by a large Moon.
Each year at this time they gathered to show their respect for the festival of Samhain. Samhain marked the end of the harvest.
The Gaels believed that the border between this world and the other world became thin on Samhain
yes good thanks! The potatoes cooking in the oven and the children's faces are happy as if they glimpse a magical time long gone.
To The gate of the Old Bank House appeared three tired strangers. A Room for the night? Yes all are welcome.
The wind from the Sea Loch blew across the Skye Bridge and the magical creatures came forth to show respect.
The pure white Stag greets the Druid and the sea sprites gather around the Group with excited faces. The celebrations begin and all smile.
The birds of the sea fly into nestle amongst the celebration. The Old Oyster catchers gather as they have done since time began.
The Druid Eslah throws her hands in the air and pays homage to the Earth and all it's wonder and gifts and asks for peace and abundance.
The Moon slips behind a mountain and the light remains brightly lit by an unseen aura of enlightenment. We hear the peace all around us.
The oldest of the Witches climbs upon the White Stag and flies off in search of the Halloween Moon we gaze up towards the stars following....
Eshlah beckons to the garden at The Old Bank House and from the hedges flowers and bushes emerge the Fairies and Elves running faster.
Each sacred place feels the power, each creature each human that is able to see and the people who have passed are happy too.
The oldest Witch and the white Stag re-appear through the skies in claps of Thunder and meteorites she lands whilst the group stare on
The Old Witch lets her old tattered cloak fall to the ground beneath is a shining robe covered in the stars of the cosmos. Her face
is transformed to that of great beauty and youthfulness. Peace shines from her eyes which are filled with love and a message from the Angels above
From the pouches there are gifts of Hope, Love, Peace and compassion. The Changing of the Seasons Summer into Winter.
The Mountains Voices are heard above the Winds.
The Mountains Voices are heard above the Winds of Time
WELCOME CARLiN OUR LADY OF RENEWAL GRANT US SAFETY BEYOND YULE Give Praise TO THE Turning WHEEL OFFER YOUR PLEDGE, THE EARTH TO HEAL
The Old Bank House received a late visitor on this night of All Souls. A lone young women knocked on the door at 11.30 pm. My Visitor told me her name was Lorna and she had been at the Crossroads of Glencoe and Fortwilliam. This being 48 miles or so away from The Old Bank House.
Now dear reader the story at this point turns from fiction to reality you must decide which is real and of that which is not.
Let me explain that Glencoe is also known as The Weeping Glen and no soul would wish to be there on a night such as this.
My Lady Lorna was of smart appearance, dressed in black attire with long dark hair and hauntingly beautiful large brown eyes.
We went upstairs to our brightly lit Guest Lounge and Lorna explained that the heavens opened as she stood on the Crossroads there at Glencoe. A car had stopped and a voice said 'get in, you cannot stand here'. The Driver explained that he was bound for the Isle of Skye. He brought Lorna straight to our door and although I did not set eyes on the Driver I knew that he had done a great act of kindness in bringing her to The Old Bank House.
I spoke kindly to the young woman who apologised for turning up at the door at such a late hour. No matter I said at least you are safe and I showed her to a nice warm Room.
The next morning Lorna, after a good nights sleep, smiled and said she had felt as if she had slept on a cloud she was so comfortable. She bid me farewell and turned on her heel and with a smile was gone, but, not before I had given her our phone number and told her if she needed to, she must call, and indeed if she had nowhere to sleep to return.
It was some hours later my thoughts and that of my husband returned to Lorna. What was a young women doing out alone at Glencoe on the night of All Souls?
Dear Readers I went onto a vast medium of communication which we use a lot these days, perhaps you know of which it is that I speak?
Within minutes I had 2 very powerful friends assisting me, whilst many others assumed my story was continuing from the night before. Searching through the medium but protecting identity of My Lady Lorna, the all seeing Gwendoline beamed in on the News we needed to assist our dear traveller.
Directing me to a Newspaper article with a picture. Yes that was dear Lorna! Missing at one time some years back, although discovered she was a loner, as secretive as many who have chosen to walk her path.
I felt we must tell the proper channels so they may look out for and assist Lorna if need be.
So ends my Story for now, a strange Story indeed but not a sad Story. A Story of Hope, Love, Peace and compassion. A Story which crosses from one veil to the next. A Story which may have been heard as far away as a lonely place in Glencoe on the Night of All Souls.
The Story goes on...
The Dark Prince arrived at The Old Bank House, he had travelled far that night and he had came in search of The Lady Lorna!
He banged loudly upon the door and summoned half the Villagers with his insistent banging
alight, alright I am coming
The Old Bank House had many Visitors although not many who sent such a shiver through us.
Stood before us was a mortal with a glare so fierce with eyes which burnt like the gates of hell itself. Dressed in a tartan of an ancient Clan he uttered no sound although we knew he came in search of our gentle visitor Lady Lorna from the night before.
He threw his whole weight against the door and burst, in cloak flying behind him. He ran to the top floor flinging doors of each room open. A gust of wind followed and almost as if a vision a swirl of mist followed the Dark Prince. The figure transformed into a powerful manlike creature with an unearthly light surrounding him. His voice bellowed No you shall go no further! These good people offered my charge safety and kindness now be gone you have no place here and with that the being hurled the Black Prince down 3 flights of stairs into the courtyard of The Old Bank House. There he stood with his arms folded his beard glowing with stars of the night. A powerful sight to behold.
The Black Prince mounted his horse and rode off into the night, no sound of his horses hooves were heard on the cobblestones as he speed away.
The creature who's name until then we knew not turned and smiled at us, we knew he meant us no harm. You have shown kindness to a traveller I am the protector of all travellers. We then knew his name!
The Archangel of travellers spread open his long robes and and brought forth ancient pipes of gold.
On these pipes he blew stars from his beard and they carried a sweet song to all of the Sea Lochs and beyond to The Mountains. The skies opened and through the skies the birds of the seas flocked.
From the Mountains 1000's upon thousands of Deer came. From every garden and every Glen the Fairies and Elves came. There they all stood waiting and then with a voice of the winds, forests mountains and time, his voice spoke Go now! protect and keep safe wherever she may be, tell all who are able to help and assist her let Lady Lorna flee. Assist and protect. Tell my brothers in each ancient site Our Lady Lorna must escape on this night
Each creature and bird went in every direction of the Universe their instructions were sealed. The sea sprites and kelpies from the sea lochs had Fairies and Elves on their backs as did the large proud Deer and Stags. The sea Eagles
with eyes so keen carried more creatures of light and down from the mountains and across the seas from Ireland came the Great Giants of time.
Turning to us he spoke once more, I shall send my Protectors to Guard you this night and hereafter too, You have no need to Fear My Ancient Druids are to keep watch and I have placed my White Ravens in the Eaves at each point of this house With that through a mist appeared
Eshlah and 12 other Druid folk. The peace they omitted was from another place.
We shall meet again very soon our Protector said now I have much to do and much to prepare. As we thought the Veil has been
breached. The veil must be sealed again in order to avoid horrors
beyond all belief. In the candles burnt for the Night of All Souls
came threw into the light a darkness we all thought long gone.
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