Fairy Gold

What Is Fairy Gold?

Fairy Gold’s Definition
in Myth, Fairy Tales, and Other Lore

Lore, myth, and Fairy tales warn,
“Beware of Faerie gold.”
Lore, myth, and Fairy tales insist,
“Fairy gold is a trick,
a cruel deception.
Fairy gold will turn to leaves in your pocket.”

The warnings are the cruel deceptions:
They are pseudo-spirituality,
biased scholarship
meant to stop you from
trusting your Fey kin,
using magic,
and honoring your Goddess-given desire
for prosperity and good luck.

Lies about Fairy Gold and the Fair Folk

I wrote this essay because lies about the Fey Folk make me heartsick. (I will explain why momentarily.) I saw no one countering the lies, let alone offering alternatives. So this essay is comprised of some of my own.

Though the essay focuses on lies about Fairy gold, it also rectifies other lies about the Fair Folk. So mote it be!

Fairy Gold Is Not Fake
It is Real Wealth

Fairy gold turns to leaves in my pocket? How lovely!
How blessed!
How wealthy
to have a pocketful of leaves!
How fortunate.

They are herbs that heal my body.
They are greens for a salad.
They are fodder for a cow,
so its meat can nourish mine.

Not all lore and myth is gold.
Often they have been stolen, tossed aside,
and replaced with false ore.

Fairy Gold Is Real Treasure

Fairy gold does not always turn to leaves.
It might stay gold. I can buy herbs, salad greens,
fodder for cows, cows, meat from the grocers,
a home that shelters and pleases me,
and all other necessities,
including what will nurture my
joy and usefulness to others.

Fairies, Deception, Whimsy, Love

Deceptive tales insist that Fey folk
are nasty,
hate humans,
play cruel tricks,
and whimsically cause human tragedy.

Fairies and other mythical beings
have taken care of me lovingly
since my birth.

More about Fairies, Deception, Whimsy, Love

The Fairy Folk are playing a trick when they offer gold.
Not a cruel deception, but creative whimsy.
It is a loving surprise: When you return from Fairy realms,
examine your pockets’ contents.
Find their worth.
Is it what you asked for?

It is what you need.
So mote it be!

Fairies Love Humans:
Fairies, a Ruling Class, and Propaganda

This essay counters lies by pointing them out and providing alternatives. Everything in the essay was learned through personal experiences:

I have spent 76 years traveling with the Fey. These remarkable companions saved my life, giving me an abundance of magic, love, and wonder, to say the least.

I have adventured through Fairy realms and come back to the mundane world better equipped to create a wonderful material and spiritual life.

For decades, I have noticed the deceptive ruling class’s lies about magic and Fairies.

The ruling class tries to stop anyone—except themselves— from having power. So they lied about Fairies. This made most people forget humankind’s long-standing beneficial alliance with the Fair Folk. Old stories were twisted. Forgetting the history of their ancestors, people stopped turning to Fairies.

This meant most people lost the help Fairies can give for everything from creativity to abundance. The Fair Folk have always helped humans fight oppression and lifted up the oppressed.

Slander that is the exact opposite of the truth about the kind and beautiful Fey makes me heartsick. It makes me heartsick that a ruling class would lie to stop humankind from turning to the Fey for help to be prosperous, grow healthy crops, be inspired in their art, and more. It makes me heartsick that deception keeps people from the beautiful, happy companionship that the Fey give me.

Let’s address the etymology of Fairy gold. That will create a foundation for further explanation of how lies about Fairies entered myth, folktales, and other lore.

Origin of Fairy Gold (Etymology)

The idea of Fairy gold comes from oral tradition. Oral tradition is the oral transmission of a culture’s values, morals, and other aspects, through stories, live music, chants, and more modes.

But ancient stories, music, phrases, and other communications can be twisted to suppress and oppress. Disguised as wise advice, intentionally corrupted forms are meant to sever us from our Goddess-given wisdom or otherwise diminish us. This diminishment includes alienating us from otherworldly allies.

Along with the ones previously mentioned, there are two other sources for this essay. They are my past life memories and common sense. I remember a time before certain ancient wisdoms were warped in both oral tradition and lore. Common sense insists there must’ve been such a time.

I will give examples of the corrupted forms used for propaganda. First, let’s do a spell. That otherworldly moment will build a foundation for those examples.

To cast the spell, simply read the next section. If you don’t consciously experience magic, no problem. Magic is happening. The otherworldly foundation for examples is built:

The Original Meaning of Fairy Gold
The Original Knowledge

Think back,
let your cells think back …
cells travel back … cells feel back …
to before Fairy tales were written down.
Now your atoms feel the original oral tradition.
The original knowledge
tells you the truth about Fairy gold.

The primordial Fairy gold.

Usage of the Term Fairy Gold

Propaganda that feeds oppression replaced the truth about Fairy gold. Now the term Fairy gold appears as a device in folktales and literary stories that supposedly prove the following lies:

* Fairies are awful.

* We should fear them.

* Longing for bounty and happiness is not legitimate. It is greedy.

* Wanting worldly possessions is shallow. So you are superficial if you stand up for your rights to material wellbeing.

* You should scorn momentary happiness, as if being in the moment were not among the most spiritual traits.

* Momentary happiness is an illusion.

* There is no difference between a healthy pursuit of momentary happiness and a pursuit that is an addictive avoidance of feelings, responsibilities, and life itself.

Here is how I use the term:

A Fairy Witch Spell
for Wealth, Joy, and Freedom

A note on the following spell: Despite my lifelong, wonderful experiences with the Fey Folk, a lot of evil Fairies exist. They will play cruel jokes and deceive you to destroy your life. They rejoice in making people suffer.

For example, I said above that examining your pockets will reveal something you need. That is not true if a bad Fairy gave you a “gift.” When you reach into your pocket, its contents will bite you like a scorpion, even if the “gift” seems like your heart’s desire at first.

Acknowledging bad Fairies and the harm they do is vital. As is learning how to protect yourself from them. So I will address that in a moment. But rejecting all Fairies is like rejecting all humans because of the harmful ones. It would leave us isolated. Then good humans and Fairies cannot help protect us from the bad ones. Oppressors’ insistence that Fairies are inherently bad is a tactic to isolate you.

Bad Fairies often prey on humankind, usually without humans noticing.

My essay, Ethical (and Unethical) Fey Teachers, has more information about bad Fairies and their human pawns.

There is also more about how to deal with bad Fairies at the end of this essay, where I also discuss revisiting the essay while keeping in mind evil Fairies.

The following magical spell fosters an alliance with kind Fey. It also fosters the ability to tell the difference between good and bad Fey.

And with that, here is a spell that is one of my alternatives to Fairy gold being used in deceptive lore.

The spell consists of a series of affirmations. The affirmations are also informative. To perform the spell, simply say the series of affirmations, silently or aloud. There is no need to recite in a special way. Simple spells are sometimes the most effective ones.

I have kindly Fey kin.
The Fairy Queen and King are my kin.
My Fey kin honor my longing
for bounty and happiness as sacred.
They know that worldly possessions
and material wellbeing are important.
They help me stand up for my rights.
They celebrate my happiness.
They help me be in the moment
because they understand that being in the moment
is the greatest source of true happiness.

Fairy gold turns to dust.
Everything turns to dust. Even stars.
I am stardust.
Crumbling to dust is part of life. It does not invalidate life.
Dust is part of the circle of life.
I am constantly reborn,
letting a moment fade away
and being reborn in a new moment.

Fool’s gold is a synonym for Fairy gold.
I am gratefully a fool:
Belief in life’s goodness is
gorgeous, happy, sacred tomfoolery.

I will not be the fool open to every Fey.
I will be careful
and discerning.*
I ask my good Fey kin to guide and protect me.
I examine the situation—including my motives—
to know whether good or bad Fey have arrived.**

Fairy gold,
Fairy gold,
Fairy gold.
It is wealth.
It is the loving camaraderie of my Fey kin.
It is the moment.
Fairy gold.

I have spoken truth. So it is!

Notes:

* When assessing the morality of a Fairy, I suggest you reread this essay. While reading, keep in mind that my remarks about leaves in your pocket vs a scorpion ready to sting are not the only exceptions to my statements about the goodness of Fairies. This should help your evaluation of a Fairy.

It felt important to write the earlier parts of this essay in the manner that Italians call “taking a position.” That can mean, as was the case with the earlier parts of the essay, portraying a nuanced situation as black-and-white, to make a point. Lyrical composition was needed to bring the point and its magic home. Lyric could not have accomplished that without taking a position.

(My perfectionism is telling me: Doing the hard work of writing the lyric and this follow-up disclaimer will equip me to construct lyric that does not require taking a position. My perfectionism adds that I need to walk away from this essay for a year so my subconscious can process the writing I’ve already done, so I can rewrite it. Shhh. Though I often walk away from a piece for months if not years, until I know how to write it, that doesn’t feel necessary for this essay. Its points have been presented with depth and nuance, which has been quite an accomplishment. And no one else is making these points so it’s time to make them. Shhh, perfectionism, I am telling you the truth, shhhh.)

** If you need more help assessing the morals of a Fey being, make an an appointment for a psychic consultation. Often, situations are so individual that there’s no one-size-fits-all solution. Decades ago, I became the go-to person for individuals facing challenges with otherworldly matters. I was trained for this work from childhood and learned even more over the decades I have done it.

There are more lies about Fairies than I covered here. If certain lore—or modern opinion—about Fairies seems wrong to you, and you would like me to address it, tell me in the comment field below. Even if you don’t know why the lore or opinion puts you off, I am happy to look at it and share my thoughts.

What Is Oral Tradition?

What is Oral Tradition?

Oral tradition is spoken communication that conveys ideas, societal customs, and cultural underpinnings such as ancestral practices. Forms of oral tradition communications include folk tales, other lore, and poetry. There are exceptions to oral tradition being the spoken word. For example, live music can be oral tradition.

The above definition of oral tradition is the one most people will see in books and on websites. And it is a good start.

What if that’s not enough for you? What if the term oral tradition calls to you in ways that the above definition doesn’t address?

What if the words oral tradition invoke something wild and mystical for you, and you know there must be more than the common definition?

What if you sense mysteries that are never spoken, but you sense they are in oral tradition?

Perhaps you have another reason that the usual answer to “What is oral tradition?” is not enough for you.

If so, you’re in the right place. That usual and widespread definition is not enough for me.

I’ll give you a larger definition from my heart and bone marrow. I spent years analyzing what I experienced and observed and how to express all that.

Most of this post is theories I developed based on those experiences and observations. Often, the best ways to express my theories are:
* lyrical writing
* storytelling
* sharing my personal feelings
* and other approaches that are far from the usual means of communicating theories.

I put a lot of work into my theories. I take pride in that. I am also proud that my theories come from years of analysis, common sense, intuition, and trust in my emotions.

Telling a personal story is the best way to start a larger definition of oral tradition. I wrote the following in October 2011. I don’t know if I’ve shared it until now:

I get frustrated because I’m devoted to oral tradition, grew up in it, but can’t explain it—it is so foreign to our society. The Fairy Witch classes I teach and the Shamanic counseling I give are oral tradition. But I can’t get across what I do in them because it can’t be explained. It has to be experienced.

When I do talk about what happens in my classes and counseling, it sounds like promotional hype. The classes and counseling sessions are filled with amazing gifts from the Fairy King and Queen and my ancestors. So I try to explain these gifts. They can only be expressed with the passion I feel about them. No dry logic would do. I feel impelled to share these gifts because I love them and want folks to have access to their immense power. But the passion and inexplicable nature of oral tradition make my words sound like promotional hype.

But, wow, despite all that, I am jazzed! Today, I wrote some poetry and prose poetry combined that gets it across a little:

Oral Tradition

Spaces between the spoken word. Tiny gemlike emptiness that can’t be caught on paper. Places and feelings that aren’t captured by memory (unless your cells are teachable. Even then, remembrance fails, your cells need to relearn the lessons). Moments that can’t be duplicated, conveyed a second time, even by the finest performer.

People being—operative word being—together.

We gobble being up
like it is an ice cream sundae;
we each get a spoon—the moment is shared,
we have chocolate running down our chins,
we grin at each other,
even if we are joined together on the phone
instead of in person.
On the phone, we are in person
when we work in oral tradition.

The above gives a glimmer of oral tradition, but conveying a little bit of it is something. If I could describe it fully on paper, it would not be oral tradition.

How to Learn Oral Tradition

If you want to learn the oral tradition of a particular culture, here are three guidelines:

1) Sit with someone who grew up in that culture and loves it.

2) Pay attention to more than their words.

3) Choose someone who is loving to sit beside.

Let’s look more thoroughly at those guidelines:

To learn the oral tradition of a particular culture, sit with someone who grew up in that culture and who loves it. You can be with them in person, by phone, or on Zoom.

You can be with them in a class they are teaching about the culture in question. You can be with them in a class they are giving about something else. You can be with them by driving them to the grocery store.

If all a person does is lecture abstractly about their culture, you’re only learning ideas. Ideas alone do not make not oral tradition.

Not everyone loves the culture in which they were raised. Here’s a story that shows why that matters.

I grew up in a Shamanic culture. It was the culture of my family. My mother came from a centuries-old family tradition of Fairy Witchcraft. And my siblings will swear that my mother was not a Witch.

Their reaction is not exclusive to my family. I disclosed to an Indigenous American Shaman that my mom had trained me to be a Shaman. I refrained from telling him that my siblings did not recognize my mother’s Witchcraft. But he responded that his mom had trained him to be a Shaman, and that his brother insisted their mother had not been a Shaman. I was grateful for his disclosure because it echoed my similarly odd history. I felt less alone in hereditary Shamanism.

Like many aspects of oral tradition, the blindness of siblings to magic that another child in the family sees is puzzling. Here’s the theory I developed. If you do not have love for a culture, you don’t see it. Think of how colonizers look at Indigenous People as uneducated savages, clearly demonstrating that the colonizers are the uneducated savages. That is an extreme example to make the issue clearer. But the problem doesn’t have to be that extreme. I am not suggesting that anyone who doesn’t see magic is savage and uneducated.

My siblings were not tuned to magic, so they never saw it, let alone as a cultural part of our hearth.

Well, I know they saw it sometimes because occasionally they admit Mom’s incredible psychic abilities and Witch spirituality … and then deny them moments later. So in the long run, they don’t admit Mom was a Shaman.

Now to expand on my second guideline for learning in oral tradition:

Pay attention to more than words. Pay attention to gestures, silences, emotions in the air, and how you respond to them.

Oral tradition is not only the spoken word. It is also everything else in the moment.

You will notice how the second guideline weaves with the third:

Choose someone who is loving to sit beside.. Then the gestures, silences, and everything else in the moment will be filled with love, kindness, and compassion.

If someone’s words are mostly ego-ridden, constantly emphasizing that their ideas are important and the only right ones, walk away fast. Find someone else.

Oral tradition is about people being together. So if someone is filled with arrogance, it fills the moment, the air, and you with toxic energy. You are receiving a dysfunctional version of oral tradition. This is one of many reasons I advise you to pay attention to how you respond to gestures, silences, and emotions in the air. When you examine your reactions to someone’s company, you can sense whether they are good company.

Arrogance and pride are not the only toxins that can fill the moment. Just as a loving person adds love, kindness, and compassion to the moment, so a person who harbors hatred brings hate, cruelty, and judgmental condemnation.

Some individuals skillfully mask their judgmental nature and other flaws as the high moral ground. Some individuals mask abusive expressions of anger as righteousness. Anger is healthy. Expressing it abusively is not.

I learned all this the hard way. After Mom died, continuing to train as a Fairy Shaman in oral tradition was almost impossible because I could not find anyone else who taught through an oral Fairy tradition. I finally found one person. There was a lot wrong with him. I studied with him anyway. I justified my decision by thinking that I could handle it. After all, I was already a powerful savvy Witch. I paid dearly. Don’t settle. Study on your own and pray for the right teacher. The teacher will come.

We are all flawed. No teacher is going to be a perfect human. But find a loving one. Note your experiences of the moments when you are with a teacher. That will help you choose someone who is loving. Don’t settle for less.

For full disclosure, I need to admit that, as a young priestess teaching Shamanism, my own arrogance got in the way. Luckily, it did not take long for me to see how hurtful I was. I changed my ways.

A Story about Learning Oral Tradition

The following story illustrates some points I’ve made about learning through oral tradition:

My mother taught me Witch spirituality from the day I was born. But she never mentioned the word Witch until she was on her deathbed. A lot of what she taught was by example. I do not mean I only watched her do ritual. Her mundane actions demonstrated Witch spirituality by embodying it. She taught me Witch spirituality mostly by the way she walked through the world on a daily basis. Here are examples: her business savvy, her excellence in the kitchen, her fierce protectiveness of me, and her loud uninhibited laughter.

Here is another way Mom taught me: I was surrounded by her essence every day. That’s the nature of living with someone. So, even were she not practicing magic, her Fairy energy surrounded me, sinking into me. Therefore, the patterns, rhythms, beauty, and power of her magic became mine.

I want to phrase that a bit better: “Even were she not practicing magic overtly, …” Adding that word is important. For one thing, a lot of oral tradition magic is woven so seamlessly into everyday activities that it escapes notice. For another, everything is magic. Every person on the planet is always doing magic, whether they know it or not. In either case, her magic surrounded me.

Oral Tradition and Magic

Ritual is one of the most important parts of oral tradition. It is also a pivotal way that oral tradition can transmit power.


Oddly enough, most published definitions of oral tradition do not include ritual, let alone include it as one of the main ways to orally transmit ideas, culture, etc.

I think the rituals of oral tradition are often left out of publications for two reasons.

1) Ritual can be subtle, especially in oral tradition. Someone might be praying silently while pouring you a cup of tea. Many anthropologists and other outside observers overlook anything that is not right in their faces.

2) Academics hogged the mainstream dialogue that defined oral tradition. Search “oral tradition” online, and you’ll mostly see academic definitions. If this dialogue included more indigenous groups, working-class people, and other less privileged individuals, a different dialogue and definition would emerge.

Let me expand on the two reasons.

Academia tends to reinforce systemic oppression. Ignoring a non-colonizer culture’s subtleties helps minimize that culture’s nuanced sophistication and its importance. This reinforces arguments that justify eradicating the culture.

Leaving out ritual and its importance in oral tradition minimizes the power that ritual gives its participants. So fewer people turn to oral tradition, not knowing the immense power that it can give them. In other words, academics will say that oral tradition conveys cultural sensibilities. That’s wonderful. But more people would turn to oral tradition if they understood that oral tradition rituals help cultural sensibilities come alive in one’s heart and cells, instead of being ideas alone. Ideas are powerful but the ability to embody them is more powerful. The wisdom of ancestors and other resources that are in our DNA and resist oppression can come forward during oral tradition rituals. Rituals instill other powers too.

People who reinforce systemic oppression do not want less fortunate individuals to find sources of power.

No one has expertise in all oral traditions. This essay emphasizes oral tradition and Shamanism. It is a weaving in which I am expert. Also, I am committed to sharing oral tradition in the context of Shamanism in my classes and counseling. I thought this essay might help explain my work. (… Or should I say “committed to sharing Shamanism in the context of oral tradition”?)

As I said, oral tradition cannot be defined or explained. It can only be experienced. In that vein, I won’t try to fully explain the relationship between oral tradition and magic. The relationship is only understood through experiential lessons.

But if I move away from trying to define the undefinable and give illustrations instead, they might be helpful:

Learning Magic from My Mother Experientially

From birth, Mom helped me strengthen and refine my natural-born magical gifts. Here is one way she did this:

From my earliest memory, Mom wrapped the ancient Faery Faith around me, not as an abstract idea but as a living magic.

This magic was in my Fey-touched mother’s maternal love. All powers are in a mother’s love, including love and magic from the Fairy King and Queen. These ancient Gods helped Mom be loving. Her love is a role model for my behavior in my classes: The words I choose, how I say them, and whatever else I do during and between my words.

Here are more illustrations:

Teaching Magic Experientially

I teach Shamanism as an oral tradition. During class, I am not talking at you. We are in ritual together, in Fairy realms. It is psychically kinesthetic. We walk between the stars and become star-drenched.

The lessons are experiential learning. Mind you, my students learn not only from doing magic and experiencing oral tradition, but also from my linear, logical explanations of magical techniques and other parts of Fairy Shamanism. But even if an explanation on the surface is a lecture, we are in ritual. The explanations are ritual. And as ritual, they too are experiential learning.

I was born a good luck charm and an amulet for peace, prosperity, and more. Good luck, peace, prosperity, and other blessings fill the air around you during a class meeting. Like I said, the energy of the participants fill the space. If you’d like to learn more about my talismanic ability, click here.

Just as my mother taught me Witch spirituality by embodying it, I try to walk my talk in interactions with my students.

Where to Go from Here for Oral Tradition Shamanism

You can learn oral tradition Shamanism, live in oral tradition Shamanism, live in magic, be magic, draw on magic. Here’s how:

Experiential learning: Attend one of my free rituals to experience the mysteries of oral tradition magic. Subscribe to my newsletter for announcements of upcoming rituals. Click here to subscribe.

As I said, you can’t explain oral tradition in print. I wrote this essay in hopes it would affirm your wild longing for something beyond the printed page, beyond dry definitions of oral tradition, beyond equally desiccated definitions of magic, and past the supposedly informed opinions of oppressors. Those opinions are lies. They not only conceal magic and mysticism, but also help suppress and destroy the culture and power of many groups.

Your wild longings are beautiful, holy, and rich with dignity. Your passion for life is blessed by ancient Gods. So mote it be!

Ayamanatara on Kabbalah

Ayamanatara: A Lesson in Kabbalah

One of the joys of having an independent website is showcasing my wonderful students. Meet Ayamanatara, who has studied with me for a number of years.

An ardent seeker, Ayamanatara has studied with determination and respect numerous Shamanistic practices, folk magic from around the globe, Kabbalah and the Western Mystery Tradition, and major Western religions. Her practice is a synthesis of everything she has studied, from a Shamanic viewpoint that honors the masculine and the feminine, with a focus on Empowerment, Community, and Equality. It is from this place that she designs her courses, creates custom ceremonies, writes books, and works one-on-one with clients.

I asked Ayamanatara to write an article about Kabbalah. Here it is:

Kabbalah

I’ve been teaching Kabbalah for probably 15 years. I will always be a student of Kabbalah, because it’s one of those subjects that always has new discoveries for me. It’s full of endless epiphanies.

There are different ways of coming at Kabbalah. It is a form of Jewish mysticism kept sacred by the Hassidim; anyone who studies Kabbalah owes them an enormous debt for keeping the main body of work safe for centuries. Did you know that there are also forms of Kabbalah in mystical Christianity (specifically Rosicrucian) and in mystical Islam (amongst the Sufi)? I think the most common path outside of those would be Ceremonial Magic, which can be part of any number of traditions. This is the form of Kabbalah we see most of the books about, unless it belongs to a specifically religious path.

What is Kabbalah?

If you have 5 kabbalists in a room, you’ll get at least 6 opinions about what Kabbalah is. But I can tell you what Kabbalah is to me. It’s a study of everything. Using the Tree of Life as a glyph or a diagram, a person can discover the energies of creation, the aspects of themselves, and the facets of the Divine and how those relate to titanic and mythical beings and to physics itself, and a person can also use the energy of the Tree of Life to create real, measurable change in their life. Everything is interconnected, and the study of Kabbalah can help us see that. And when we can see the flow of energy, it’s empowering.

It’s also a mystical philosophy, like Buddhism. I don’t feel like it contradicts belief systems; rather it works in concert with them, which may be why each of the People of the Book religions has a thread of Kabbalah in their mystical tradition. I also see parallels with Buddhism (especially in the idea of The Middle Way) and Hinduism (within the energy centers known as Chakras). As a mystical philosophy, the teachings are designed to help the seeker have an experience of the Divine. That experience cannot be handed to you, it’s personal for each person (which is the definition of mysticism). I (or any skilled teacher) can give you the tools to get there, though.

My Own Path of Kabbalah

I come to the broad table of Kabbalah via both Ceremonial Magic and Shamanism, with some religious scholar flavorings. I realize that the Tree of Life, which to me is a blueprint of everything, is going to relate to a lot of different things, especially magical practices. And, conversely, Kabbalah helps me organize information into manageable parts, so it helps me relate to the world as a whole.

Because of who I am and the path that my life has taken, my connection with Kabbalah is also very much flavored with my keynotes of Empowerment, Equality, and Community. That means that my mysticism seeks to create a level playing field. I try to avoid gendered terms – I do talk about the Feminine and Masculine Divine, and about Gods and Goddesses, because those are real and gendered. When it comes to energies, I am more gender neutral. For example, instead of referring to the outer pillars as masculine and feminine, which is a pretty common practice, I talk more about push and pull, or active and passive/receptive, or as being boundaried vs chaotic. Just like humans have a spectrum to who they are, so does energy. Pigeonholing an active force is dissonant to me, whether it’s the mechanism of energy or a human being. Gender is a social construct anyway, so I try to step out of that, to give my students a more precise understanding of the polarities without preconceived notions.

How to Find Your Own Path of Kabbalah

There are books you can read about Kabbalah, although I have found that they’re frequently dense and hard to get into if you haven’t studied any of it yet (and sometimes even if you have). Some of the ones that aren’t overly esoteric are too simplistic to help you have a mystical experience. There’s a group here in Los Angeles which holds regular meetings or services, and some people really groove on them; I find them very heady. Having an in-person teacher does give you an experience the written word cannot (in-person, of course, means something different than it used to). Finding a teacher with whom you resonate is equally as important. There are an infinite ways of imparting the information – you want to find the technique and the teacher that make the lightbulb in your head light up. Put the energy out there, if you are interested in pursuing Kabbalah teachings more, and the Universe will likely put the right tools and teacher in front of you.

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Francesca here:

A while back, Ayamanatara told me, “I have the same reaction when I’m sitting with you as when I’m sitting with anyone who teaches Kabbalah. I have frequent moments of inspiration about how your teachings weave with Kabbalah.”

And she has mentioned parallels between Kabbalah and the Fairy Shamanism I teach her.

This post was going to be a conversation about these similarities.

Ayamanatara’s comments about the parallels interested me. I never studied Kabbalah. I channel a lot of my lessons. It amazes me that we seekers find the same universal truths when we search.

The creative process wanders as it will. We put aside the idea of comparisons in favor of an article by Ayamanatara.

The creative process did its thing again. I realized that I could add a few parallels at the bottom of her article:

1) Ayamanatara wrote, “The Tree of Life … is a blueprint of everything.” That is similar to what I teach:

I see the Tree of Life as the Magna Mater—Great Mother Goddess. Why? Because I experience Her as all things and all powers, magical and worldly. She has also revealed Herself to me as all lessons and the path to all knowledge. Her endless power and wisdom help create miracles for my students and me.

2) Ayamanatara wrote that everything is interconnected, and the study of Kabbalah can help you see this.

Yes! I teach that my Gods are the connections between all things, every atom and empty space of the universe woven together to hold me, sustain me, and carry me toward my dearest goals. I give Shamanic tools to students that help them experience this firsthand.

3) Ayamanatara has diligently pursued her mystical education. This helps her be a good teacher. An ardent student makes an ardent teacher.

Power and truth cannot be contained in any single tradition. So I’ve spent my lifetime studying magic, spirituality, and Shamanism.

4) Ayamanatara leads her students to their own experiences.

I teach experientially. A direct experience with the Tree of Life is more transformative than mere lectures. Walking next to Gods provides more bounty and other blessings than anything else might.

My divine Mother and Father pour Their love into every plant, rock, and moment. I give lessons about how to interact with any situation to receive this love. It will come as bounty, peace, and all other blessings, including Their awe-inspiring companionship.

5) There are other similarities:
* power and complex issues presented in an accessible manner
* a focus on equality
* understanding gender fluidity, yet still using terms like Goddess
and Divine Father for Deities who are gendered.
* Most importantly, Ayamanatara is down-to-earth. If teachers who are mystics are not practical, they can be harmful. Too often, mysticism glosses over real life, offers “wisdom” that is oppressive instead of helpful, and misuses spiritual tools so that they squelch students instead of lift them up.

Mysticism needs to include an understanding of oppression and daily human needs. So mote it be!

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Elder Tricksters

September 28, 2024

Protecting eccentric elders
lets them do vital work.
It is work that only they can do
to protect our communities.

Today I read the September 28 entry of Juno Covella—Perpetual Calendar Of The Fellowship of Isis, by dear departed Lawrence Durdin-Robertson. Here’s an excerpt:

“A comic old woman … with her jokes and lewd gestures moved Demeter to laughter. … This episode served to relieve the mourning.”

In Japanese lore, the sun Goddess Amaterasu retreats to a dark cave after being overcome by misery. An old woman, with humor and lewd gestures, draws Amaterasu from the darkness. Amaterasu’s exit brings Her light back to the world, which had darkened during her retreat.

To my mind, the old woman who made the Greek Goddess Demeter laugh ensured humankind’s survival. Demeter is a harvest Goddess. When She was not able to move on from Her immense grief, plants could not grow. Food is life, just as the sunlight that Amaterasu embodies is necessary for life.

Both these myths reveal tricksters to be Shamans. This is contrary to the usual portrayal of tricksters.

Elders Who Teach, Heal, & Empower Us Through Good-Natured Tricks and Joy

Seeing trickster as Shaman is only one way I reject the standard definition of a trickster. I also reject the portrayal of a trickster as someone who plays mean tricks to teach us important lessons. I view a trickster as a kind person who empowers us enormously through joy, fun, and good-natured tricks. (Read a pivotal 4000-word essay about Trickster in a two-volume Book of Shadows. It provides a more comprehensive look at my unusual theories about tricksters and their powers. Both human tricksters and trickster Deities can give you so much.)

Trust Your Intuition and Common Sense

The two old woman tales embody my understanding of a kind, joy-bringing trickster. How wonderful to finally find my theory embodied in traditional lore. It shows me, once again, that if I trust the conclusions I reach through intuition and common sense, I will eventually find them backed by traditional lore.

… Perhaps I noticed this embodiment in the Japanese lore decades ago. However, seeing the same archetype in a second tradition today brought it home.

Kind Eccentric Elders Are Important to Humanity’s Survival

Elderly tricksters healed Demeter and Amaterasu of pain so that They could bring Their gifts to the world again. This embodies elders of all gender identities who are kindly, joy-bringing tricksters helping younger individuals overcome pain. Thus, younger generations are more able to contribute to their community and the larger community that is All Our Relations.

This is a pivotal and overlooked power of crones.

One reason patriarchy devalues and otherwise oppresses elderly women: So that they cannot uplift their community, which is then more easily oppressed.

Elderly trickster men are devalued for the same reason. The disrespect heaped on them is seriously damaging. It may not be as bad as the disdain commonly shown to elderly trickster women. But pointing that discrepancy out might be splitting hairs. In any case: Wisdom is often attributed to the tricks of elderly men, and the positive results of their antics are more likely to be acknowledged. Regardless, they vitally need their communities’ support. Keep reading.

Elder Tricksters Help Us During Crisis

When crisis causes paralyzing grief, pain, and anger, so we cannot overcome the crisis, eccentric elders can step in. Each one is Trickster as a Shaman who heals us and empowers us.

It is important to know that they will bestow their joyful healing tricks on anyone. Tricksters embody love.

It is equally important to recognize old lady tricksters as Shamans who heal matriarchs—the latter being women who, like Demeter and Amaterasu, provide for their loved ones, communities, and All Our Relations.

It is important to recognize this because matriarchs usually lack even the dubious support their male counterparts receive. This affects everything from their mental health to their physical health to their productivity.

In a moment, more about the importance of supporting their male counterparts. My immediate point is:

It is important to see old lady tricksters as Shamans who heal matriarchs because patriarchy pits younger and older women against each other. Both lose vital support. This influences not only their productivity but also their chances of survival.

Wonderful trickster men uplift the individuals who lead by vitalizing—instead of by dominating—communities. These elderly fellows are like the tricksters who uplifted Demeter and Amaterasu. It is important to support these guys. They reject patriarchal male leadership models. By doing so, they give up privilege and fight systemic oppression. This makes them vulnerable to oppression.

I’ve been talking about men and women. It is equally vital to recognize and protect tricksters who do not identify with either gender. Or who identify with both. Or who otherwise gender-bend.

Some lore represents ultimate power as a hermaphrodite. There is good reason. By transcending gender, a hermaphrodite transcends all divisive dualities, thus embodying the ultimate connectivity—the union of all parts of the cosmos.

This is one of the greatest tricks that anyone can play! It is one of the greatest and most delicious tricks to have played on you! It invites you to open to a blessing that is the essence of life, love, and Shamanism. It is the trickster offering the following invitation to Demeter, Amaterasu, and any of us when we are trapped inside ourselves:

Come out from isolation and sorrow
so that you can be embraced by all of life
and be in union with the cosmos,
in all its goodness, beauty, joy, abundance, and power.

Tricksters who gender-bend are subjected to all the disdain and other harm that male and female tricksters encounter, and for the same reasons.

They are also targeted for additional reasons. Here is one specific to tricksters who heal honorable young leaders:

As mentioned, a person who does not adhere to so-called gender norms embodies unity and an invitation to union. All power resides in union within the self, union in a community, union with the cosmos. To alienate people from their inborn power and power as a community, oppressive cultures divide everything into opposing boxes.

Opposing boxes. Light supposedly opposes dark, as if day and night did not happen by the planet’s natural rotation.

Nature is not seen as harmonic union, but as separate parts always in feral conflict. This idea implies people must constantly vie for dominance or be crushed. Thus pitted against each other, they won’t work together to throw off oppressors.

Boxes. Our bodies and life itself are seen as machines, with mechanistic parts independent of each other. Death culture!

No! The universe is alive. It is a glorious, complex, synergistic, and jubilant weave, of which we are a part. And we each mirror this tapestry in all its wondrousness. The weave within and around us makes all magical and mundane power accessible. Ours!

Individuals who represent that by not gender conforming threaten the idea of mechanistic dualism. It is a core cultural underpinning of systemic oppression. So they are targeted in awful ways specific to them.

The horror can start at birth: The word intersex is a term for individuals born with traits that are not gender-conforming. This can include having both male and female genitals. Surgeries that cut away some genitals so the baby’s body represents only one gender still happen today. This is physical and emotional mutilation. An infant’s body and psyche are too vulnerable to withstand this trauma without suffering an awful impact that could last a lifetime. I imagine how terrible it would be for an adult to withstand the surgery, and then think of how much worse it would be for a newborn

I dedicate this post to a dearly departed friend. They were born with male and female genitals. That is still sometimes called a hermaphrodite. Some intersex individuals do not like the term hermaphrodite, and the term is definitely out of favor right now. It was a definition my friend liked.

A card in the Rider Waite Smith Tarot deck portrays a Hermaphrodite. A divinatory meaning of the card is ultimate power.

How to Learn from Old Tricksters and Let Them Empower You

Let us honor our elder tricksters, learn from their wise eccentricities, and be healed by their so-called peculiarities.

For example, have you ever thought an elder was rambling verbally, perhaps about glory days? Or repeating stories you’ve heard a million times?

Perhaps through repetition and so-called rambling, they are weaving a lifetime of experiences together for you and thereby weaving the different parts of the universe together. Open your heart and relax, so the weaving that is the universe can wrap around you like an enchanted blanket. It’s a trick!

Note: This essay emphasizes protecting elders because of their vital contributions. But everyone deserve protection and respect from their community, even when their value is not obvious.

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Dragon Abundance Magic

A Wealthy Generous Cornucopia Dragon

Once upon a time, there was a good dragon.
It was you—you are a very good dragon.
You are such a gorgeous dragon.
You are love.
You are the cat’s pajamas.
You are everything.

Everything is everything, and you have everything in you—all the world’s joy, all the world’s energy, all the world’s money, all the world’s happiness, … and all the oranges.

You like oranges a lot. You have all the oranges. But you don’t have them instead of everyone having oranges.

Everyone can have all the oranges.

Your having them all helps everyone else have them all. There is such plenty, and you as a dragon with many treasures are the keeper of plenty for everyone.

You don’t do it selfishly. Dragons are known as greedy, but they’re not, generally speaking. They are generous. However, even the most generous souls can be selfish sometimes. So sometimes even dragons get greedy. Back to what I was saying: You don’t do it selfishly. And when we get selfish, we limit not only other people’s abundance but our own.

But you can have plenty.
You are The Keeper of Plenty.
You are The Keeper of the Cornucopia.
Where a cornucopia swirls around—that’s your tail!
The fat part of the Cornucopia—that’s your lovely belly.
You are a cornucopia with wings.
The opening of the cornucopia is a great big,
great big,
great big,
great big maw that takes in everything.
And after you do, you laugh—great big giggles,
great big happiness.

You are The Keeper of Plenty for all of creation.
So let yourself have great big things.
Let yourself be the cat’s pajamas.
Let yourself be everything
because everything is everything.
Let yourself have all joy, happiness, energy, plenty,
abundance,
and oranges.

Because you are the cornucopia. So mote it be.

Keep scrolling to learn why I wrote this modern fairytale.

Shamanic Stories, Magic, Simplicity, and Theories

Storytelling is an irreplaceable Shamanic tool for transformation.

I am thrilled to have written the above fairytale because it is a single brief story that nevertheless embodies some of my theories about dragons that I spent years developing.

The tale does not necessarily spell the theories out, and that is the point! Theory sometimes gets in the way of inner and outer change. Listening to or reading theory can shift one’s attention totally to the cognitive mind, thereby not giving the rest of one’s being a chance to participate in the magic at hand. Magic is not just in the mind, let alone only in the conscious mind; it happens in the cells, too. Reading the above wee fairytale is a way for your atoms to drink in draconian realities I’ve spent years discovering during trance and the theories I developed about those realities, so that you can embody those realities and theories, rather than just read about them.

Boiling my complex work down to something simple is joyful. After years of developing ideas and imagery on a given topic and nailing down detail after detail, I love that all the work and the complexities the work provided will often lead to a simple little thing like this shamanic story I channeled—an easily understood wee tale that holds great big theories and images.

Plus, when I create that simpler expression, more doors open for me: more wonderful experiences, theories, and dragon images come to me.

If you read the story again, remember it’s not about the cognitive mind. Don’t worry the tale like a dog gnawing on a bone; don’t try, e.g., to figure out what each image means or how you are “supposed to react.” Just read the way you might read a fairytale—for the pleasure of it, going along with its mood.

You might experience all sorts of changes immediately or in the weeks that follow. Anything from self-love to more money.

Note: I wrote this in 2020 if not earlier. I often am too busy to post a piece until long after I’ve written it. But then, when someone might need the post, I suddenly find the time. Synchronicity is the Goddess helping out.

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Magic and Systemic Oppression

Magic is the opposite of systemic oppression.

The Goddess is the opposite of oppression.

Magic is Her loving presence.

Magic is a Pagan Goddess Who helps me have freedom, abundance, and joy.

Magic is real.

So mote it be!

The Goddess is the opposite of oppression. Magic is Her loving presence. Magic is a *Pagan* Goddess Who creates my freedom, abundance, and joy. Magic is real. So mote it be!

I had fun that was also guerrilla Shamanism, radical action, guerrilla magic.

After I made the above graphic, I digitally put it six times on one page. Then I printed the page, cut it into six mini-flyers, and put them around town.

If you would like to do the same, request the mini-flyer page in the comment field below. That will show me your email address—which the public will not see unless you so desire—and I will send you the digital file to print.

Miscellaneous printing details that you can probably skip: If you don’t have a color printer, the page looks fine printed in black-and-white. The file is meant for 8 1/2 x 11 paper; if that size is less available where you live, let me know if it’s a problem. The file might not be my usual high-quality graphic. I struggled with reducing the graphic to fit six on a page and still maintain the quality. I don’t know what the problem was. I redid it a bunch of times so maybe it’s OK now. I can’t tell anymore; redoing the file over and over made me a bit visually numb. It is definitely a much better quality than the example on this page. And if it’s a less-than-fabulous print job, LOL, it’ll look grassroots … which it is!

I trust magic’s power because I trust the Goddess. My trust in Her is inseparable from trusting magic.

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Hard as a Diamond

Hard as a Diamond

Note: Diamonds are remarkably hard. They are used in industry for grinding, drilling, and sawing. Diamonds can cut through concrete.

Diamond hard times hone me
into the sharpest, most sturdy weapon.

Diamond hard times shine,
revealing evil—all that blocks freedom.

Diamond hard times shine brilliant,
revealing all evil,
including my own,
that I may overcome this inner enemy.

Diamond hard times shine,
revealing my resistance to my freedom.

Diamond hard times
force me to choose hope.
Thus I sacrifice my excuses for inaction.

Diamond hard times force me to
either recognize even more of my duties to community and self
or sink into self-pity and despair.

Diamond hard times force me to fulfill my duties
or live in self-pitying despair.

Diamond hard times are strong enough
to grind down my resistance to beauty.

Above diamond hard times,
the sky arcs:
Searingly compassionate blues
—that only an Artist could create—
enfold the moment. A loving embrace.

Diamond hard times
force me to raise my gaze,
study the sky,
and ponder the ring of mountains
that circle me with their
sun-bleached grass and cloud-like crests.
Beauty fills my cells with joy,
revealing meaning and purpose.

Francesca De Grandis, bestselling author of Be a Goddess!, is a fairy witch. She offers long-distance classes and shamanic counseling. She will also cast spells for you. Her Goddess spirituality embraces practical magic spells.

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Fairy Brigid Festival Ritual 2025

Fairy Brigid Festival Ritual 2025

The annual February 2 Christian Feast of the Purification, also known as Candlemas, is rooted in the older Pagan festival for Brid.

Brid is a Celtic Goddess known by many names. Among them are Brigit, Brigid, and Bride.

She is a Goddess of metal smithing, poetry, and healing. She also governs the hearth and husbandry.

There is a tradition of purification at Her festival. However, the prevalent Christian interpretation of the February 2 purification is not the Pagan vision of the purification at Brigit’s festival.

The usual Christian rite seems to foster a sense of innate dirtiness, an unworthiness of God’s love. Ugh!

Here is a Pagan purification performed at Brid’s festival: Brigit loves us exactly as we are. Her festival celebrates that spring will come soon. She helps us shake off our winter drowsiness and find renewal.

The renewal brings us hope, power, and tribal connection.

With Her loving support, we can also use Her festival to cleanse away all that has held us back—all that kept us from fulfilling our full potential and being of maximum service to our communities.

I will lead this cleansing, renewal, and personal burgeoning in a free Fairy rite on Sunday, February 2, 2025 at noon, pacific time.

During the ritual, Brid will also help attendees make plans for 2025. She will bless those plans, too.

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I Joined the Fairy Circus

I Joined the Fairy Circus

Look at my face as a child. Do I look like I was ever suited to a “normal” life?

Obviously, I had to join the circus of life, become a fairground barker, jump on a magic carousel, perform in the Fairy Big Top, and travel with a carnival between the worlds.

Hard Traveling

William, the man who raised me, started traveling poor and hard when he was about twelve. My research indicates that his mom couldn’t afford to feed him, so he left home at age seven to work on a farm. A census puts him on a farm at that time, but not in his mom’s household. This is corroborated by a family member mentioning an “uncle” whose farm she visited as a child. The “uncle’s” name is the same as little William’s employer. There is also a relevant photo.

A census also shows that William (Bill) returned home, where his mother now lived with a new husband and his son. That unfortunate young boy stole milk from his front porch after the milkman delivered it because there was not enough food in the home. He would drink from the bottle and then add water to hide his theft. He told this to his daughter, my cousin, who passed the story on to me when I told her I suspected Dad had lived in poverty as a child.

It appears that young Bill left home again soon, to hit the road at age twelve. This was a common solution if a household had too many mouths to feed.

If my earlier writing about Bill contradicts anything here, it is likely because my research netted new information.

Request: It seems that the expression hard traveling predates its use in a Woody Guthrie song. If you know otherwise, please tell me. The expression is magical to me.

It might seem odd that a phrase describing hardship is magical to me. It might even appear callous toward individuals who suffer—or have suffered—on the road. I am in no way romanticizing hard traveling or otherwise minimizing it. My family history, including my own, is why the phrase is magic for me. I won’t didactically spell out further explanation here. The situation is nuanced, so perhaps explanations require an oral give-and-take dialogue. But this essay explains in part, not didactically but experientially and embodied.

A Witch Raised on Optimism and Descended from Society’s Hedge Rows

I wonder if Dad’s love of music came from traveling. His adoration of music seemed incongruent with everything else about him. He even loved musicals. But perhaps his love of show tunes came from his mother, who was a showgirl.

I descended from people who were on the edges of society, but they were not always what most people would imagine.

I assumed showgirl was the family euphemism for stripper. But later, I saw a family painting that I was told is a portrait of Bill’s mom. Curious, I went online, armed with the painter’s name: W Haskell Coffin. I discovered he was known for painting Ziegfeld showgirls. If the portrait is Bill’s mother, she was probably in the Ziegfeld Follies or a similar group.

That is not incompatible with being poor. Here are two reasons. Many performers experience economic hardship. As in any business, some people accumulate wealth, some people barely scrape by. If she did make decent money, she would’ve been past the age of a youthful Ziegfeld girl by the time she suffered poverty with young William. He was born six years after the Follies began. Her money could’ve run out by then.

I’ve spent decades researching my family history, trying to understand it. I’m not a trained researcher. My conclusions could easily be amiss. I tell the story best I can. That’s the job of a circus barker. Perhaps putting a family history together best you can is a necessity when you come from the margins. There were so many roadblocks. For example, I contacted an organization that archives material on Ziegfeld girls. The person with whom I spoke explained that a lot of material was lost because, after Ziegfeld died, there was no money to be made from the archives, so no one took care of them. Marginalized because of lack of money.

The following snapshot of the portrait isn’t great. I took it without great equipment decades ago at a family member’s home:

(Update: Further investigation suggests this might not be my grandmother, despite the family’s claim and all the time I’d already spent researching the painting. At least it opened my mind to her being a showgirl instead of a stripper. I hope I discover the group(s) in which she performed, and I am still looking into Ziegfeld. Research is a living process; new findings lead to—or suggest—new conclusions. Unfortunately, most people in the know have passed on. Of the few that remain, I only know one who is a reliable source. Speaking of new findings: After I wrote the above part of this paragraph, I spoke with that trustworthy source—e.g., when her source might be unreliable, she acknowledges it. She provided new history: She too was told Grandma was a showgirl. She was also told that Grandma was an actress. She added that it was implied—though not said outright—that Grandma was not well regarded by the family because of her work.)

Another example of outliers in the family: Bill was as close-minded as they come. But as a teenager, I brought home a stranger. He had no place to sleep, was due to enter the Marines the next day, and carried a guitar. I assumed Dad would angrily turn him away. That would’ve been typical of my close-minded, bitter father. But he gave the guy a bed. I imagine it was in part because the fellow was soon to be a Marine, but that the guitar had a lot to do with it too.

Dad, unexpectedly, adored folk music, not just show tunes. After his World War II military stint, he didn’t return from Europe to his wife and kids right away (I wasn’t born yet, but I know the story). He went south and hung out with hillbillies. Had they met as hard-traveling children? Thus far, I don’t know where else this extremely conservative man could’ve acquired a love of folk music. And unless he had experienced it rooted in his life experiences and worldview, he would’ve loathed it in the ‘60s when it was associated with radical politics.

I am 74 years old. Previous generations of my family are long gone. Their deaths impelled me to investigate old newspapers, public records, etc., long ago. That has been and continues to be fruitful and fascinating. I will keep at it to answer my new questions about Bill and the rest of the family. Plus, the family member who I know to be reliable remains, ever-ready to talk. And the beloved dead appear in visions to point out directions I might pursue or even tell me stories.)

More Lineage from Society’s Hedge-Row Edges

Bill was not my biological dad. DNA indicates my biological father likely descended from nomads. A family story: An Indian prince proposed to Mom but she chose Bill instead. I don’t know what the family meant by Indian. Mom aside, the family’s lack of education and abundance of prejudice means family members might have considered various peoples as Indian. Was my father Arabic? Iranian? Or?

Grandma a showgirl, Bill a hard traveler, biological father possibly a royal nomad, and Mom a fortuneteller from a long line of Italian witches. I was grown in the edges—society’s hedge rows. Add that I was raised on old musicals with their fantastically optimistic themes, and I had to become a performer in the Fairy circus of life—a nomad traveling for sheer joy, both the experience of it and the giving of it.

Hard Times Taught Me Unapologetic Joy

I am grateful to know a beautiful joy that you can learn from hard times. It is a joy you learn to nurture regardless of circumstances. It is a pure, untainted joy.

That’s one reason I love the circus. Circus artists focus on creating joy and wonder, whether as a clown or trapeze artist. Their shows embody unapologetic joy.

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Loss, Fairy Magic, Unapologetic Joy, and the Circus

Loss, Fairy Magic, Unapologetic Joy, and the Circus

After going to the circus today, I had to buy myself a slide whistle.

Letting go of possessions is interesting. I feel okay about losing all my beloved small musical instruments recently. (They were stolen from U-Haul storage where they were temporarily stored during my move.) It was difficult at first. A good many instruments are gone: claves, kazoo, playing spoons, tin whistle, a collection of harmonicas, a harmonica holder so that I can play one while also playing guitar, …

I used them for years, some of them for decades. I had sentimental attachments to them. Wonderful memories remain. I am lucky.

And now I have a slide whistle. It is too ridiculous an instrument for me to have resisted. I can play kazoo like nobody’s business. I mean, for one thing, I make it sound like a sax. That is ridiculous so people start laughing. Now I will be able to incite laughter with a slide whistle.

I love making people laugh.

Humor helps us when we are in pain. Laughter heals.

Life should be like the circus.

I try to turn my day into a circus—filled with magic, daring, unapologetic joy, and a sufficient amount of ridiculousness.

I know in my heart that Fairies go to the circus. Many a Fairy worships human artistry and prioritizes joy. Surely, Fey Folk are drawn to circuses’ glittery costumes and uninhibitedly wild pomp.

Surely some Fairies spin enchantments for circuses to succeed financially. That way, circus artists can be paid to devote their time to keeping their skills sharp and entertaining everyone. Fairies not only seek entertainment but also want everyone else to have it.

Fairies bless my day so that I can live in magic, be daring, pursue joy wholeheartedly, and indulge in ridiculousness. That way, I am entertaining them.

When a small item is suddenly and inexplicably missing, Fairies might have stolen it, so lore tells us. Lore does not say that Fairies break into storage spaces and abscond with carfuls of boxes. That box of small instruments was not the only one stolen. Whoever is to blame, I’m happy to be more lightweight.

In recent years, the burglary and other unpleasant events forced me to let go of half my possessions. It was hard. But I became grateful that the universe forced my hand. It led to my choosing to get rid of more, and I hope to winnow down to only 7/8 of what I had.

I skedaddled as soon as I was born,
running away to join the circus of life.
Older but still tiny, I escaped from the neighborhood
on my bicycle.
A circus performer in the big top that is life,
I travel across physical miles
and the small spaces within atoms.
It is easier with fewer possessions.
Burglars stole beloved tools that created joy.
Less burdened, I more easily traverse Gaia and atoms,
as I make new joy
with my slide whistle,
stubbornly happy attitude,
and magical spells.
I make joy with the musical instruments that were not stolen.
I make joy with new tools that appear in new lands.
I will make joy with the glitter and other goodies
that remain after I finish purging my possessions.

I do not make do. I make joy. So mote it be!

Run away and join the circus with me and the Fey Folk.
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