Meditative Herbs & Enchanted Fowlk Life
Meditative Herbal Merchandise
Each item becomes a special thought whenever looked upon, whether an herbal significance, a faiery message, a medieval castle, or just the silence of a village within another lifetime,, because these expressive houses are created from many of my Enchanted Fowlk stories. Each creation has its own story at this website to share with you or anyone that receives them as a gift.
Most of the articles used in making these products are clean recycled materials. Just because it's recycled, it doesn't mean there isn't anymore energy in them. When in fact, lots of love and enjoyment goes into cleaning and creating a new meaning for these visual products. Such as the herbs: After making my families herbal tea formulas I would put all the used herbs in a pile outside and every few months dig them into the dirt or my youngest son used the compost from them in his garden. In February 2016 I decided to re-dry them, not knowing what I wanted to do with them, and then soon I visualized certain houses. Over the past 25+ years I have created items from my writings (such as Faiery Pond- seen towards the bottom of this page), but now make them more often with these houses. I also wanted to utilize items I threw away such as water bottles, take out containers, lids, etc. And I did! They help create the potential for sharing mental and emotional levels of positive reinforcement to help heal with good intentions, or assisting in balancing thoughts.
Special thanks to Dr. Yinhai Zhu and his wife Peifeng Wu from Beijing China for mentoring me in Chinese medicine. His store is called Bai-Wei which means Five-Flavors in Cleveland, Ohio, USA. Meditative Herbal Houses have their own meaning just for you! These in particular are the Chinese Herbal Houses.
Other houses and castles hold a faiery message or an enchanting moment waiting to tell its own story,, because all of them are created from a story all it's own,, maybe even my own true-life faiery tales I really lived...
Now mind ya, the stories you will read about here are an impressive quality that they uphold repeating in your own tales, but before doing so please email firstname.lastname@example.org to ask permission for they are copyrighted material. To speak about them to others is grand, but to use it for money in the story telling or in print is not allowed. Please reference BABS Bakery as to where you found the descriptions when telling a tale to others in regards to a story printed here, so long as money is not involved,, and we "thank ya for that indeed."
Welcome to the wonderful land of Enchanted Fowlk Life!
It is simple to enter,, just believe and begin to scroll downwards.
Welcome to the Ivy Village...
Enchanted Fowlk Life
The silence of a long forgotten village is broken as you gaze upon a moment each house contains. A faiery message perhaps? The enchantment this fowlk life speaks is another language from another lifetime we all dream about, but dare to speak about,, except as an expression of fantasy,, but is it really just fantasy? Or is it the lifetime we only dare to dream about, but now can ponder looking at each house and listening to the secrets they tell us,, in a cool silent moment. Each one becomes a special thought whenever looked upon. Many of these houses and scenes I create are from my writings and about the Ivy Village, Gemstone Mountains, Faiery Pond, Princess Liliyana & Tisia the faiery, the first Eflen King- Belphebe, Zagaf & Zacmir the dwarfs,, along with many other characters you cannot help but fall in love with... For now, just fall in love with a house and call it a home.
Flowering Faiery Houses
A faieries secret life remains so, until a desire to meet mankind. Before the many styles of faiery villages could disappear a likeness was created to share the challenging manners of expression from another energy kingdom that mankind was parted from. The first picture is the beginning of the house, the second picture is how the vines grow with a tiny bud, and the following pictures are the blossoms of the flowering houses! No two are the same because each one blossoms into it's own design!
Now mind 'ya,, Mr. McCormick described in his own words, these faiery houses... After the day's work in the field he walked back to the house and put a piece of lean meat, potatoes and carrots into the pot and turned it back over the fire. Strolling outside he found round rocks set upon the ground as if it were a path leading back towards the field he just left. He came to the last rock and tossed them into the path just over the gate. As he leaned over the gate looking into the fields he lit up his pipe. It was then out of the corner of his left eye he saw the same rocks jump under the white thorn bushes aside the path. "What did me eyes just think I saw," he mumbled as he opened the gate walking towards the bushes. He took a glove from his pocket and onto his hand gently pushing the bush upwards. "Glory be,, what have I here now, but tiny houses with mortar and stone." He watched as tiny vines grew about them and flowers blossomed. "I must show Mrs. McCormick when she returns from visiting her sister."
Almost a week past by and Mrs. McCormick returned, and no sooner she came down the road and got off the horse and cart, he ran from the field calling to her, "Land sake, me darlin' come and see what I found!" She looked at them awe-struck and said, "I must get inside and write the details to this before they decide to hide from us." That night Mr. McCormick described them to her just as he saw them. The next day, low and behold they were gone, all but the same rocks he tossed over the gate, and to this day those rocks still set under the white thorn bushes.
Small $5.00 each
Large $10.00 to $15.00 each
Prices can vary due to decoration
Faiery Stump Houses
Faieries love trees, and what is better than a tree-stump house! The faiery door leads into a magical house filled with rooms, staircases and an imagination of fun. Enjoy the many designs we will create, because no tree stumps are the same.
A faiery preference is by no means at all confined to one spot, for there are a vast number of areas they live within the hills, glens, moors, mounds, bushes and untamed trees.Trees in particular are the oak, hazel and alder. The oak for its grand acorn and its top, the hazel for its nut of knowledge and the alder for its resistance to rotting as it protects the mysterious white horses that leap upwards from the deep pool-like lakes. Yet, in modern times they have adapted to other trees.
In a small village Mrs. O'Leery's daughter Shana, told her mother this tale and her mother had the chance to see it for herself, before it could disappear. It was a terrible thunderstorm that night and the next day Shana saw just outside of the forest a huge oak tree was struck by lightening and was cracked down to the ground. As she came closer she noticed flickering lights all about, and in mid-day too. Knowing only the faieries make this type of regard to them, she waited a moment, lest to attract attention, and then turned quickly to where the flickering was about. It was then her eyes opened as wide as a tea cup's saucer, as she looked upon the many tree branches of all sizes and shapes.
Each one had moss that mingled in between the bark-like and roof, with acorns and other such berries, likewise no two had the same color door. She could hear them talking, "The oak is great and good, but the nasty sprite twins, Dynite & Dobin, must have seen one of us coming in or going out, since that crack of lightening hit it,,, Aye, it had to be them,,, Lest they report to the evil Goblin King Jada of this and this is what happened, for he can order such a tragedy,,, aye, but only with the help of the goblin guards, Volco & Uchi when they take their great axe as thunder stirs in the sky and jump into the winds to do such harm to a faiery tree."
Shana gasped when she heard this, and they stopped talking, looked to her and one said, "Can you help us hide our houses?" Watchful of everything around her, she flipped the shawl from around her shoulders onto her head and came closer to them, carefully stepping over many houses. They showed her across the field was an alder and hazel tree, "Take us there, and when your done, we shall be forever grateful to you." She gathered the houses, as many as her arms and her shawl could hold and took them all there. Once all were there, they danced and sang praises for a mortal still can help the faieries. Two of the faieries took her discretely across the field in the opposite direction of the faiery houses. She glanced back and saw what looked like a village of tree-stump houses in, around and up into the trees. Turning to see the two faieries, a warm wind came upon her face and they were no longer there, but now across the field near the houses. She ran home and her mother was at the gate looking for her. "Land sakes me darlin' where have ya been, 'tis the wee late of the afternoon, I was getting worried for ya." Shana gasped and spoke "Oh, dear mother I am sorry for the worry about me, but listen," and her mother saw her eyes grow wide as she began her tale walking to the house.
Once inside her mother gave her tea and replied, "I believe ya my darlin' for in being a flickering light such as this they have a certain magical swiftness, unlike mortals ya know. 'Tis as if they transport and reappear faster than the wink of an eye in a summer wind."
It was only a few weeks later that a horse took loose from their barn and Mrs. O'Leery ran after it, and to that very same spot her daughter told her about. She grabbed the horses harness and looking around to leave, it was then she saw the faiery-stump-houses all around.
Wee small $3.00 each
Small $5.00 each
Large $10.00 to $15.00 each
Portals, Doors & Gateways -sold out for now
The beautiful golden circles entangle thoughts to enter the imagination, when current thoughts are overwhelming. Step into one of them and escape whatever bothers good thoughts, even if it is for a moment. Doorways that only you can enter and Gates that invite thoughts to wander into them as if a mist beckons one to enter,, a mere touch leaves the physical world.
Portals $8.00 each
Doors $8.00 each
Gateways $8.00 each
Gnomes are mysterious creatures that 'pop' out of nowhere and usually seem to know what is going on when they arrive, yet there are times they have 'popped' up and came face to face with an ork or troll. This style of Gnome 'pops' out of any area, be it ground, a tree log, grass or a mossy creek side.
Only the head shows itself, just in case a quick departure is needed and burrows back into a tunnel.
It has been told that gnomes are from the Middle Earth, yet some say they were taken there for their deeds were never finished as mortals. It was in the dark ages that the Lord of the Langan's castle wanted to entertain his guests in a different, yet bizarre manner. He took to hiring a few young men and women and dress them up as Middle Earth Fowlk, but instructing them stay perfectly still, like a statue and move at slight intervals to perplex the guests watching. It became a dreadful chore for these individuals to earn a sparse amount of money this way, but alas they had no other income or trade.
This manner became a fashion for about 5 years or so, until one afternoon these "fowlk" as it be, vanished, every last one of them. Every castle that enslaved these "fowlk" this way had a tragedy befall it, unlike any natural disaster. It was told by the local villagers that the Middle Earthen Kingdom was angry at the mockery of them, and took all the mortals giving them rest until death within their hidden walls. About one year later reports of these type of sightings of gnomes 'popping' out of the ground became known more and more to these particular areas. 'Tis said it is the ghosts of the men and women reminding mortals not to mock the Middle Earth Fowlk.
Some Gnomes 'pop' out to see what is going on and do not realize their whole body is showing. Once this style of Gnome has "popped" out of an area, they cannot burrow back so easily, and scurry to hide in a log, behind a bush or even inside of a crack within a nearby house or castle... yet others are always ready for a sleigh ride!
Elizabeth, highly experienced in these matters of Middle Earthen Fowlk, took to the story of the disappearing mortals and began exploring surrounding forests with tales of these beings that 'pop' out of the ground. Without a word to anyone, she took off for the recent sighting within the mysterious fallen logs inside the forest of Galen. It was a lovely area, and one should not be afraid there, but many villagers stopped going due to the strange, yet existing fowlk now seen. So it is that these dwellers, here, are no means a way of distraction to a mortal, until they are seen, and by no intention did they remain invisible to Elizabeth either on this day. The point to these tales must always be remembered that a glimpse of one apparition can vanish, but this day many remained for her to witness, and even converse with. Walking into the forest of Galen she thought she had reached the same logs described to her but they were not. About nine or so wrens were fluttering and whistling near another set of fallen logs. She took notice of their curious behavior towards wanting her attention, therefore she came closer and soon solid silence. The birds landed on the ground keeping their distance, yet watching. Gazing at the moss, it moved and soon they 'popped' out one-by-one. Colorful their clothes were, and happy to see her they seemed to be, as one spoke, "Mind ya me lady, folks all over the countryside have mocked us, while others play an important role for us, such as you. Let it be known that the mortals who were tricked into mocking us are now at rest until death comes to them, fer mortals cannot live with us forever." She was shown into the log, and there were steps leading downwards deep into middle earth, but forbidden for her to enter, for if she did, she could not return above. "Now I can tell the villagers they do not see ghosts, but earthen dwellers such as you. Indeed, I see now, the 'come-hither' was set upon them to be with you all." They nodded yes and made merry allowing Elizabeth to watch their singing, dancing and how they prepare the food. Their amusement and humor only entangled her more into the afternoon with them. Before sunset approached, they congregated together in front of the fallen log and one-by-one followed the steps downward, home.
Opening a book always amazed me and when certain books are left open something magical happens,, they come to life. Delightful scenes accompany each open book to gaze upon and then create your story whenever you open any book.
This all reminds me of the time Bonnie O'Hara opened a book. That night she fell sleep reading a book about the faiery life that her mother borrowed for her from the library in the city. Bonnie awoke and told her mother this story as she prepared breakfast.
"There was a page that had a doorway-like opening, and I saw the skunk plant blooming inside, so I walked into it and then I said oh look it is springtime, because it is the skunk plant. No sooner did I say that, then I heard a squeak and a voice say-- Skunk plant? Aye, it is, but we know it as the Swamp Lantern. And an elf-like fellow with wings continued, This plant indeed has great authority for it has the gift no other plant has. They can produce the heat of summer and rise up like a golden flame from the snowy dark covered swampy mud or the wet areas of the forest. The flowers appear before the leaves, but in a few weeks the lanterns are covered with enormous green leaves. The giant leaves make a fine rain hat for some, a drinking cup for others, and some take to wrapping food in them and steaming it. Nevertheless, we faieries take to them differently. It lets the faieries know 'tis the time of the year for them to begin dusting the barren tree tops to warm them up a bit too. It also warns the Middle Earthen fowlk that the mortals will be stirrin' about more outside. However, the faieries have extra special powers for the few weeks them lanterns are showing with their bright color glowing about. The extra light from these lanterns hide the faiery lights and they can make merry amongst them without being found.-- Then the elf-like fellow flittered around and many faieries began dancing and making merry,, they asked me to join them and have fun."
That afternoon Mrs. O'Hara went to Mrs. McFaddens house and told her what happened. As they walked back to the house Mrs. O'Hara said, "Me thinks she read too much in that there book," and then Mrs. McFadden asked her if she could take the book for the night and read it. She came back the next afternoon and set the book on the table saying, "Aye, 'tis no-where-about in this book could I find the tale Bonnie told ya." The expression on her face was mild, yet aloof, and Mrs. O'Hara called Bonnie in the room. "Don't be ashamed as to what we expect, tell the story once again, what ya seen now, just as it happened." Bonnie did so, opened the book, and as she did, sparkles flew out everywhere. Just for a moment, the two women saw the Swamp Lanterns just as Bonnie described them with and elf-like fellow flittering about. "Truly this is a magical book indeed, but I must return it, for I borrowed it only."
"Can I go with you mother?" Mrs. O'Hara nodded her head yes.They went the very next day, but when they tried to return it, the lady at the counter kept telling them that this book was never here before. The library lady flipped the book over to the back page where the library stamp is suppose to be, and nothing was there, not even the note card Mrs. O'Hara signed. "It must be your book and by mistake you thought it was the library's," the lady replied. They took the book home, knowing it was now only meant for Bonnie and her faiery adventures.
Who Lives Here? -sold out for now
These are the houses no one wants to go in or imagine what is in them, but they do exist and they are a part of any story,, sometimes hiding the Trollz Silverware,, and other times hiding a dragon,, as the eye peers out of the back of the house just watching.
Patty O'Sheh and her brother Brian were walking off the path and came upon a movement within the grass. Brian looked to the sky and said, "Tis getting late in the afternoon, we better get to the path and home Patty."
"Surely we will, but what keeps under this grass now," as she bent over to touch the fluffy tuft of grass. Instantly is grew a vine around her ankles and began pulling her into it. "Brian, help me!" By the time he could turn his head, she was all but gone and he grabbed her shoe. It was the only thing he had left of his sister.
She was in a place she did not recognize, lost and with no idea of her whereabouts. She became a victim of the evil faieries within the 'stray-sod' or as I refer to them as the tufts-of-grass. 'Twas a spell they cast that causes a mortal to loose their bearings in common places to them or in an unknown forest, field or path. She called for Brian, but he was no where to be seen. Meanwhile Brian noticed he was under a strange tree and moved from under it. His eyes grew wide with fear as he murmured, "There it 'tis, the demon thorn tree, look how it swoops to one side, as if a hand is hovering over to grasp it's victim, this time maybe me sister."
Suddenly he heard, "Tis really not just one tree though, ya know, but this one is two thorn bushes and a bourtree. Aye, stand back man, as it is guarded by three malevolent demons." He turned to see who spoke to him and is was a faiery. He said to her, "The tales speak of it as fiercely grasping a passer-by as the sounds of angry spitting and blood-chilling laughs torment the one in the hold, but i can not hear what is happening to me sister Patty,, can you help me find her?"
"Not in the demon tree she be, but in the sod below,
Ask for heavens help and away home you both shall go."
With that the faiery disappeared, and Brian made the sign of the cross saying, "Saints be praised today, help me and me sister get home safe," and with that he heard Patty calling his name opposite of the demon tree. He ran and gave her the shoe, but so filled with fright, they took off for home without putting it on. Mrs. O'Sheh saw them running to the house with great agitation and anxiety, and asked what was wrong, so they told her, and she replied, "Fr. Patrick told ya never go to that demon tree, and i understand it was a mistake, but mind ya stay on the path in that area if ya are ever 'round there again. For he also mentioned them peculiar sod roof houses the demons live in, and once there,, ohhh no one really knows that answer!"
These were inspired by a man that my grandfather told me I was to meet one day and I did years ago. He built a real castle!
"Dobro dom" in Croatian translates to - Good Home. I have always loved the Medieval life, and my favorite saint to whom this is all dedicated to- Hildegard von Bingen who lived that time frame. Once inside of any castle it seems that one can understand any language spoken inside the walls.
Princess Liliyana waited a moment, lest to attract attention, and then turned quickly out of he castle and around the left towards the Big House, and all castles have this for the caretakers to live in. The magic well was 'round the back of the Big House and here one can help themselves to a mouthful of fresh water, and even might get a glance at an earthen fowlk in need of it's water, for that is why it is called the magic well, seems they love the taste of this water better than the fresh running streams nearby. This day she waited for her faiery friend Tisia, for today Tisia had news of a prince who built a castle himself (which is quite unheard of) and the Ivy Village fowlk had hopes for Liliyana to marry one day. Tisia sat on the edge of the bucket and as soon as she saw Liliyana she flew to her shoulder to tell her the news she had witnessed about the prince who built his own castle.
Small $15.00 each
Prices can vary due to decoration
Elfen Lord Castles
The days of Knights, Lords and the Elfen Fowlk are not completely gone The green of life is known as virditas, which is a Latin word that can be interpreted as "green-being-the-root-of-life itself". The Ivy Village and the Elfen Lord Castles interacted freely, until one day the Virditas was not a lush as it once was, due to the lack of belief from mankind in the Elfen friendships. For it was much easier to believe in worldly things and be swayed into the dark path,,, the path that led them into some of the Dark Lord Castles once they left the Ivy Village. The Elfen Lords hid themselves inside of their castles and would only look out a high up window now and then to see if the Ivy Village still remained, if it did at all. Within one of these castles resides the mirror that casts a reflection or even an event that will occur, and it was by that humans became greedy for knowledge to the future. The apparition within is so vivid, it carries on a conversation just as if it were mortal, yet at the same time fortune telling is not of the Middle Earth beings, but came about with the mortals after this point wanting to know more than need be. The Elfen Lords are the guardians and wait here with the mirror until the last bit of virditas is gone from within the Ivy Village. It is then they must go back to their lands deep beyond the inside of the gemstone mountains, unless a tiny bit of virditas remains within the Ivy Village.
Large with Golden face $15.00 each
Large with painted face $20.00 each
Prices can vary due to decoration
Good men were driven from the Ivy Village for still believing in the Elfen friendship. In return for their loyalty the Elfen Lords did not leave these good men abandoned for Orkz & Trolls to carry off into a Dark Lord Castle. Hence, they built the Enchanted Castles for them to live in. They were hidden by grapevines that grew around them and within the vines the birds made their nests and the forest friends came to eat of the fruit. It was told for generations that a young las lived in one of them, and her name was Ottis. Sometimes she can be seen for days dancing and then not seen for months at a time, yet her youthfulness was always noted as well as no one really knew where she lived.
Her clogs could be heard on the cobblestone, clicking to a tune she was whistling. For it was Ottis mind ya, and a strange name for a las indeed. It was always said the faieries mistook her for a lad, and that is how she was named. Two women were also on the same cobblestone road and heard the merry-making. Mrs. O'Darish said to Mrs. McCleary, "Tis sad to think about a name like that one has, I heard from Mr. McCormick that his wife knew the story from the Faiery Fort near Killean that she born with the name Valentine. The faiery princess, named Sonya, cursed her with the name Ottis, fer she made so much noise with her clogs and merry making that Sonya could not rest properly,,, because she behaved just like a drunken blather-skeg."
Mrs. McCleary replied, "Aye, I understand, ta have a las live out the rest of her born days with a name like that, it gives me shivers ta think it, ya know." She continued, "It was said that old Mr. Flannigan's son heard she came from what was known as the Ivy Village and was a companion of Princess Liliyana, and has never aged because of her secret life with the faieries,,, mind ya when the Ivy Village returns, so will her name and she will begin to age. Them faieries can be wicked I tell ya, ta give a name like that."
Mrs. O'Darish stopped cold in her foot steps and looked to the sky saying, "Saints save us today, for I hope those words just spoken did not fall upon the faieries ears, or least both of us be taken ill." They both made the sign of the cross to protect them as Mrs. McCleary said, "I meant no offense to the faieries, and now I will mind me words on this subject."
Each one of these has an eye watching to make sure trollz such as Nipmo, Doron & Fiegl cannot sniff them out, or the Evil Sprite twins, Dynite & Dobin do not steal them before they hatch and take them to the Goblin King Jada. Once there the goblin guards, Volco & Uchi put them in cages until they hatch. Meanwhile, the Dwarf guardians, Zagaf & Zacmir keep most of them safe deep
within the Gemstone Mountains.The dragon eye does not want to look at the evil goblins, trollz or sprites because as soon as the eye makes contact with the outsider it is bound to them. Carefully 'see' the eye within the egg that will become your dragon, since it will always be your companion and help you with any task,, so,, as you choose your dragon egg,, your dragon chooses you!
'To whom it may concern' was written on the envelope and inside was a note in the twelfth-century Middle Latin language tucked into a book that sat on a shelf inside of the Castle Disibodenberg in Germany. Indeed one day it was acquired by auction and this now rare language needed interpreted, but not publicly, for it was in a detailed book about dragons. Within the pages it actually led the owner Jim Maganu to Scotland and a once lived castle, but now in much ruins. It spoke of activity within the walls of the castle for it was a busy time for dragons, unlike today, for hundreds of years ago they had to re-treat into the Gemstone Mountains. The details of how it all happened was recorded, almost as if an ancient society collaborated to write this book, right down to the pages written in various handwriting, giving the impression it was more than one author. One could not help but know dragons existed, and even the most skeptical might change their mind after reading. Despite the book readable in old English, the note inside of the envelope still had to be translated. At the bottom of the hill where the castle once stood, lived a man in a hut-like house. No one really knew how old he was, because he just seems to always be there, yet when looking for him, nothing is there. Jim decided to seek out this mysterious hut and old man, and as a result, he found nothing. He opened the envelope and determined to find out what these words mean, he tried to speak them, "Nit-la-lak showlyn drakin nit-la lak leezt ah- hie."
He heard a deep rumble from the castle area and nostrils came upward from the ground with mist whispering these words, "None other beast is of the majestic dragon and so few worthy to become as wise as one."
Next, a dragon head rose forth in the ruins, its eye turned to Jim and spoke, "Enter the one seeking my wisdom."
Dragon Eye Bottles
These one of a kind bottles have a dragon trapped inside of each one by an evil troll, and they are waiting to be released. Until then only one eye peers out, occasionally the dragon's breathe will escape the top of the bottle. Each one of these has an eye watching to make sure the evil trollz Nipmo, Doron & Fiegl cannot sniff them trying to escape. The wicked Sprite twins, Dynite & Dobin also want them in order to snatch the dragon eggs from them. The Goblin King Jada tries to see it all through his crystal spyglass, because he can then send the goblin guards, Volco & Uchi to put the eggs in cages until they hatch. Meanwhile, the Dwarf guardians, Zagaf & Zacmir continue their search to find each Dragon-Eye bottle to set them free to roam the Gemstone Mountains once again.
Strange stories about bottles with eyes, and eggs with scales like a dragon hidden in mountains made of gemstones were spoken and these towns folk did not believe much of it, for no one there ever saw what the outside tales told from passer-bys were of any truth.
Strange indeed it was this day for Bridgette O'Leery, for she met up with that risk taking chancer Ottis. It was like any other day walking to town, excepting today Bridgette heard dancing shoes on the cobblestone road. It was the Las named Ottis. She had heard tell that her real name was Valentine and the faiery Sonya cursed her with the name Ottis, but nevertheless no one really knows where she came from, nor where she goes,, until today with Bridgette O'Leery. Few in the town have seen her, yet most acknowledge she is real, yet most hear the dancing shoes, as Bridgette did today.
She hid behind a bush and as Ottis came near, she jumped out and said, "I caught ya, now tell me where did ya get those wonderful dancin' shoes everyone can hear."
Ottis laughed and said with a playful grin, "Do you think I am a leprechaun ta keep yer eye on me like that? Ya know I can skip off at anytime," as she started to dance away.
"Wait, please tell me, some say the shoes are enchanted and a man in a far away castle made them, whilst others say they are a part of your curse and the demon slipped them on your feet to torment others." Her eyes were truthful, and Ottis said, "Come on, I will show you then."
In a blink of an eye they were at the base of mountains that glimmered as if they were gemstones, and two dwarves she called Zagaf & Zacmir came through the stone as if they were ghosts. Then they spoke to Ottis in a language Bridgette never heard, and to sum it up it sounded like a chicken bark,, "Bar, Bar-bar-bar." Then the one dwarf took a key from his pocket, put it into a rock and a door glowed. They went inside and began the journey. After awhile Ottis spotted a lad she knew and called to him, "Jesse McFinn,, help us get into that tunnel, I got a las here with me, its about me shoes." He nodded his head yes and helped them.
Deep in the tunnel she followed Ottis until they came out and stood near a large castle. Ottis said, "Your now in the Castle Disibodenberg in Germany." And it was here Ottis showed her where she got her dancing shoes. They went down the main hall and past the kitchen was a room where a man sat and made items out of wood for the castle needs. He grinned at Ottis, looked her shoes and then looked to Bridgette. Ottis did that chicken bark, "Bar,, bar-bar-bar." And the man made Bridgette dancing shoes of wood. As soon as Bridgette put them on, it was in another blink of an eye that they were back on the cobblestone road. Ottis grinned and danced herself down the cobblestone road, knowing she found a trusted friend, "We will meet up again, soon." And that strange chicken-like bark could be heard, Bar,, bar-bar-bar as she disappeared.
Bridgette smiled and began homeward, dancing on the cobblestone. A few of the older women were walking and noticed Bridgette's shoes. Mrs. O'Toole said, "Where did ya get these shoes las, nothing like that is made in these parts, nor near other parts aroundst here."
After the story was told, well,, no one believed Bridgette, nonetheless she smiled anyway and set off for home.
"As if things aren't strange enough around here lately," said Mrs. O'Toole as they watched Bridgette dance homeward in the wooden shoes.
For decorative use only.
Large $10.00 each
Wee Small $5.00 each
Chinese Herbal Houses
These houses represent certain herbs and how they act in the body when the formula taken. Such as: a house may have the herbs- Oriental Water Plantain Rhizome/ Leaf of Pamiculatemicrocos/ White Angelica/ Dried Tangerine Peel/ Licorice rhizome & Stem of Suberect Spatholobus,, this would represent weight loss, water draining and energy circulation. What a great way to look at an object and help the mental and emotional attitude!
Small $5.00 each
Bamboo Hut $8.00 each
Prices can vary due to decoration
Creative Space -sold out for now
These consist of bamboo pieces with birdseed (and other varied herbs) representing your own creative thoughts as you look at it, such as a sense of peace is welcomed. The bamboo has many meanings, one is to symbolize longevity. The red string will bring out the Yang energy needed. As for the birdseed, I added it to honor & remember my good friend Margie and the Feng Shui Masters
within her family in Japan. In 1989 she taught me that when birdseed tossed into the North, one is to make a curved path with it and toss some upon the front door because it brings prosperity into the home. I did not know whether to believe her, but she told me,
"I believe for the of us" and showed me. Since then, I have never lacked prosperity from my artwork.
Orks and Trollz Trix
The yellow-throated Vireo bird who can hide within the hedges and the Chihuahuan Raven who flies high in the sky, warns others where the Orkz & Trollz have made a campsite. This time they can see the trollz-holez near their silverware that was left out by the three orkz- Aswan, Amaral & Orizabba.
There are also nasty faieries that help these evil creatures. They are called Fatums, in Latin meaning fate. These are the bad faieries who steal items for evil purposes to help goblinz, trollz & orkz who in turn influence more evil to the Fatums, such as the wicked troll Vidor and the sinister goblinz Uchi & Volco. The iniquity they carry with them is a powerful energy force to the dark side. These Fatums are taken with the beautiful-side of evil ways making themselves wicked solitary faieries, such as Velton, Soquel and Eweka. They are ones who choose to live in small and mostly single unit lives of greed, especially on the other side of the trollz holes that deceive anyone who enters into them. Yet, not all solitary faieries are bad, but most of them are usually the innocent ones who were influenced and deceived. "Ooooh- just makes me shiver to think about it!"
On a happier note:
The remaining good brownies, sprites and dwarfs understand the thoughts of the evil ones and can help by guessing their next move. The good dwarfs Zacmir, Zagaf and Towlac still help from deep in the Emerald Forest that leads to the Gemstone Mountains, while King Rambin of the Brownies and his faithful look-out, Freye the sprite assist in what-ever they may have to do in order to help.
For decorative use only.
From $2.00 to $4.00 each
Troll Holes $4.00 each -sold out for now
Man- Meat- Pie
(This story is told with a Scottish/Irish accent)
There once was a man who could escape out of any prison they sent him to, mind ya. He believed he did not ever have ta answer for his being a thief. A monk came to the prison and told him, "Turn your actions to good my lad, for if not,, a day may pass that the sun won't be able ta shine on ya, and then you will serve a master worse than any slave. For 'tis a place unknowst to a mortal man where this uncanny master lives, and he will give you what you like, but, you will never get to have it."
Then he was changed over to the prison nearby the lands whereby the villagers tell the tale of the holes where a man disappears right into the ground. Well, one day this man escaped the prison and ran towards this area, not knowing where he was going. Whilst he ran further into this land, a hole he did meet. He went downwards and he seemed to fall for hours until he could finally see dim lights and then, boom,, he hit his head on the floor and just lay there.
When he awoke he saw three trollz, says he to them, "Aye, can I be of service to ya and then be repaid with a bite to eat?"
A growling laughter came from the trollz, and then one spoke, "Do you like dessert?"
The man's eyes opened wide and he says to him, "Oh, 'tis indeed I do,, so tell me now,, ehh what service can I be doing for this bite to eat?"
The man began to look around and he thought to himself, 'hmmm, there is nuthin here fer me ta take when I exit later as they sleep.'
The other troll looked at him and said, "Oh, I think your wrong." And the man looked surprised, "I don't thinks me spoke a word."
"We hear you just the same," the last troll said gruffly. Then he walked over to a pile of dirt and kicked into the small mound revealing a wooden box. Said he to the man, "Open it and get what you need to eat your dessert." The man opened it and saw many ornate solid sterling silverware. "What kind of dessert are you thinking about?"
His first choice was a pie scooper, as he said, "I do hope you have some pie."
They laughed and all at once gruffed out, "Yes, we have meat pie!" The first troll went and built a fire, whilst the man asked, "What 'tis the fire for? Ya know, ya can't make a proper pie inside of the fire." The troll answered, "Yes we can, we just need to roast the meat first," as the gathered around the man. He became frightened and walked backwards right into the silverware chest. It spilled out and under the chest were many others, except he noticed these pieces of silverware had bones and trinkets attached to them. His eyes grew wide as he stared at them. The troll said, "As tall as you now stand, they too once were, before they fit into my hand." And as the troll grabbed the mans arm, he shrunk small enough to fit over that fire, and they roasted him. When he was done they took him for meat and made a Man- Meat- Pie, while serving it with that very same pie server. And when they were done, his bones were attached to that pie server. That man became the dessert for them, and then the pie server,, only to serve them for eternity, just as the monk had warned him to mend his way.
Dark Lord Castle
The nasty faieries known as Fatums reveal where these castles are hidden to the Orkz & Trollz that desire to hide a victim there. Once the victim is taken there the jaw of the doorway opens wide as if to swallow whomever walks inside. The Fatum lures an innocent dragonfly, faiery or even the forest friends to the area, and then the Dark Lord Castle play its part in hiding victims for ransom. The trade for them are the precious Gemstone Dragon Eggs!!
The Dark Lord of Zi sought out a task from the Goblin King Jada to build small castles in honor of himself. Unknown to him, the Fatums who were spying around the corner had a sinister smile welcoming the chance to cast a spell on the castles. Once the castles were built the builder became bewildered and even forgot where they were. The Fatums now possessed the Dark Lord Castles. Casting their evil spells on it, the gate awoke and opened its jaws to welcome a victim. Likewise, once inside the jaw closed and ivy grew a disguise around the gate and walls so it appeared as a large tree-like bush. The Fatums seek a victim, while the Orkz & Trollz take hold of them,,for the grand part of this is they will ransom them for the gemstone Dragon Eggs, but the price is a high payoff, so the victim needs be worth a high price too.
Medium size $10.00 each
On top of the fence rests the majestic red Madagascar owl with eyes that glow like the aqua color of the Indian ocean. It is a place he loves to sit and admire these houses. A holiday is a fun time and the Forest Folk love to decorate for Christmas. These houses add joy to any decor because they were created with joy. The faiery Dutha wearing a silvery flowing dress and a pair of Monarch butterfly wings flitters near them sprinkling gold glitter on the Christmas houses.
Wee Small -Winter House $3.00 each
Medium $5.00 each
Large $10.00 each
Assorted bottle sizes are uniquely decorated and can be placed anywhere to enjoy.
Maybe a faiery has settled into one and will flitter out to see where she has been taken.
For decorative use only.
The Gentle Fowlk love to live in trees, and these trees hold the treasures they collect on the journeys far away. Be it a ring, necklace, car keys or a bracelet.
One fine afternoon Bridgette O'Leery was gathering mushrooms and found only a few lovely ones at the base a of some trees. Upon looking towards another tree she saw a rather peculiar mushroom, but as she came closer she knew these were not mushrooms. Softly speaking out loud, "Could they be...?" And quite near that, was a path made of small rocks that led underneath the large root of the tree, and there she softly spoke again, "Tis a wee door, and over there are wee clothes on a vine... Now I know this tree be a faiery house, indeed." Standing up and looking at the other surrounding trees, she noticed two others had doors at the base of the branches, knobs with jewelry and keys hanging from them, and at once she knew it was the forever told place of the Jewelry Trees.
This is a part of the forest Galen where a certain style of faieries supposedly borrow and gather jewelry, keys or other fascinating objects the can from mortals. As she gazed at the trees she whispered the words her mother told her, "For if ya are lucky enough ta ever see these trees, beware of them style of faieries, they don't want ya touching their stuff, they can get wicked to ya if so."
One came out of a door and was startled to see Bridgette. She flew back in and then peeked out saying, "Who are you and what,, I mean how did you find us?"
"I am Bridgette O'Leery," and she turned to point, "from the south end of the forest Galen, over near the cluster of cottages about six or so fields from town."
"You mean,, Katie O'Leery's daughter?" and she nodded her head yes.
As the faiery fully opened the door, "Well now, welcome, for your mother has been here too. Would you like to see what we showed her as a las?" Bridgette answered smiling, "That would be grand," and it was just as her mother described it to her. Turquoise waterfalls flowing downwards so gentle, it is as if they are not moving at all, then there were tiny doors everywhere on some trees, while others may have only one, and another splendid sight glistened and glimmered. They were the necklaces, bracelets, keys and all sorts of trinkets hanging about the trees.
"Every time a mortal has lost something, we usually have it," she giggled. "We collect them because they are items that will never be found, such as keys in the bottom of a creek, a necklace that fell off of a horseback rider, and so on. So ya see we are the keepers of the borrowed items, so to speak."
After looking at their wonderful trees and items, Bridgette took off for home. When she walked into the door, her mother asked, "Where are the mushrooms me darlin'?"
Bridgette smiled and said, "Still in the basket where the Jewelry Trees are, I forgot it there."
Her mother exclaimed, "Glory be, ya saw them,, 'tis a grand sight indeed they are,,," then her mother's happy face grew sad, "Ohh, now we'll never see the mushrooms nor my basket again,, them style of faieries keep everything ya loose,,, but your not ta blame me darlin',, we can make another basket."
After supper Bridgette heard tapping at the shutters, and she looked out,, there on the window sill was the very same basket with not just the few mushrooms she gathered, but completely full. She ran and showed her mother, and they both laughed with joy!
$25.00 to $35.00 each
Java Huts -sold out for now
The Gentle Fowlk love tea, but in modern times some developed a taste for coffee. These lovely 'java-huts' are a 'hang-out' for faieries, and one can find them there in the early morning preparing the coffee bean for an early morning cup of Java. If you find your coffee beans missing, well,, you might want to look around for a Java-Hut to find them. If it is a fine day indeed you might even find the faiery Delisia there and enjoy a visit with her.
Medium $8.00 each
Faiery Gifts -sold out for now
In the days when Faieries, Elfen Fowlk and Dwarfs were common friends with mankind, the humans often left them gifts as their gratitude. These particular faiery gifts were for tea-time and even a wash basin to enjoy at home. One time the Elf King Belphebe received so many gifts such as these, that he was able to share one to each household within his kingdom.
The fairey triplets Gwendel, Gwendal & Gwendrel wearing green ivy leaf clothes with tiny flowers for belts helped to distribute them among his villages.
The faiery Leisa wearing her purple dress was riding on Lindsorg the dragon fly. As they passed by these houses she dropped gemstones upon them that they had collected deep within the waterfalls of FaieryPond leading to the Gemstone Mountains. These houses vary due to the gemstone or crystals used to create them, while some are genuine and others are faux. Precious & semi-precious gemstones are the earth's vital treasure for their intrinsic values to restore health and balance. They possess special qualities for the physical and vibrational systems at the same time. Whereas herbs & spices are more for the physical and the essence of them are more for the spiritual. Refer to my article: Hildegard & Mineralogy- Ancient Healing with Gems & Crystals: http://www.babsbakery.com/hildegard/
There is a large oak where the faiery meetings occur at certain times of the seasons, they eat, dance and sing there too. Just off to the west of it are the Killeaden Thorn bushes and are the most important faiery trees for its curious shape. The branches lay clean downwards almost like an open umbrella being perched on about a four foot stem and some four feet across, and if not clipped in season, it can grow to a conical shape of the likeness to a mushroom. 'Tis home to wrens and robins for they are the favorite of the "faiery-birds". These faieries hold greatness with the Gemstone Mountain dwarves, for they have been given the gems to build houses and share their beauty with the world of mortals who can see them, such as Mary McCane. A faiery fort is well-known not too far from the small triple mound under the large hill just north of the creek that is not more than thirty feet wide. 'Tis a busy center for faiery activity and generations have kept it quite to itself over the past hundreds of years. Mary was strolling by the creek and ended up near the triple mound. A clink of something hit her on top of the head and she looked to the grass to see if she could find it. 'Twas a rock, a glittering one at that, and as soon as she went to put it in her pocket, a faiery flew by and snatched it from her fingers. She had her eye on the faiery and followed it to a bright illumination atop the mounds. She stared in amazement, and as the lights dimmed, she saw the details of this village. Such a short glimpse it was, yet it seemed to last for hours, became a silent memory in her mind, until she decided to write the descriptions of the encounter, for no one else has ever seen what she has to this day.
Walking home she realized how the flowers, grass and mushrooms, hide from human eyes the glory of another world, until the "wee-fowlk" want to be seen.
$10.00 - $15.00 each
These are small houses with various sea shells. In Feng Shui the conch shell attracts auspicious travels and is placed in the living room, hence these faierie houses travel quite often from bush to bush. Not all faieries enjoy flying everywhere with their wings and they are the ones who built these tiny houses, because faieries love to travel. The fairey Imelda, wearing an acorn hat with a green and yellow threaded dress with oak leaf wings, was the original designer of them. These houses once all fit nicely under a bourtree with whitethorn bushes.
Katie walked the widow McTavish to the gate and bid her good night. Then she ran all the way to the McGillard's house, for she was friends with the many girls bestowed to the family, eight of them to be precise and one boy. Laura McGillard opened the door and screeched, "Land sake Katie, what's wrong!" and the others came into the kitchen.
Katie said to the girls, "Faieries, faieries, I tell ya, right here," as she sat at the table and Dara set down a cup of tea for her. Katie took a sip and proceeded, "The widow McTavish just left and these were her very words to me mother,, (taking a quick sip of tea) Well Mary, seein' how I have lived so long and never seen a-one of them 'till now just makes me smile."
At this time Mrs. McGillard came into the kitchen and noticed the girls stopped cleaning up the supper dishes, but noticed a faiery story was about to be told, and she quietly finished them, as she too listened. Katie continued the story, "She says to me and me mother, it is a peculiar way they shown themselves, for I have had that same bourtree with the whitethorn bushes since before I moved to the cottage. Now mind 'ya it was on me husbands seventh anniversary of his death this took place. I remember when we first moved there from behind the big hill past the forest Galen.
I was thinkin' ta plant a flower garden fer the butterflies and such, and asked me husband to remove the tree and bushes.
He was speechless with astonishment, and then spoke softly, yet clearly to me saying-- me darlin' don't ya know that's a bourtree and whitethorn bushes? 'Tis the faiery housing you might be messin' with, and that ain't a good thing ta do, ya know.--
I says to him --a wise man you are, fer most men don't respect the faiery life, and though I have never seen one, doesn't mean others can't, we will leave the bushes and I will plant me flower garden elsewhere, lest to bother the faieries.--
Well that night after supper, me husband walks in the kitchen as I am doing the dishes and grabs me arm. --Me darlin' I just saw lights all about the tree and bushes and one of them came to me ear and said, 7 and on this day we shall appear.--
We watched for them on every day with the number seven in it, but nothin'. Soon years past and I told the faieries there, --well the number seven means no more to me than the likes of you, I think it was a trick of some sort for me garden.-- and I walked away.
Time went on and he never saw the lights again, nor the faieries. Just before he died saying to me, -- me darlin' remember what they told me, 7 and on this day we shall appear.--
Glory-be they shown themselves on the exact day of the seventh year of his death, dancing and merry making, one even spoke to me saying-- A wise man he was for respecting the faiery life-- and I watched her fly into a tiny house that had sea shells on them. I think the faieries gave me this joy to remind me of a grand husband I had indeed, for he never touched the bourtree nor the whitethorn bushes."
Mrs. McGillard wiped her hands in the dish rag as the girls sat speechless. She said, "My ladies, this truly is a tale worth repeating one day to your young ones, for respect 'tis earned and never forgotten."
Magical Floating Houses
The Brown Thrasher & the Boreal Chickadee birds blend in with the tree branches, just waiting to welcome these houses to their tree. They float around from tree to tree and inspire motivation to "get things done" by not "staying put" in one place. Brimbil the Bumblebee visits them often wherever they may settle, because he helps to transport the nearby dwellers upwards to visit with them.
One can often find Miss Diana underneath the tree that has many branches so entwined within one another, it seems impossible to find the ends! She has been there since early childhood and is well into her seventies now. Patiently she waits for Brimbil to escort the critters on her hands for their turn to ride on his back into one of the Magical Floating Houses. The snail asked the lady bug why she was waiting, for she could fly with her own wings. "I can fly up to the houses, but I cannot enter without Brimbil's key. This keeps the faiery dwellers in the houses safe from unwanted visitors." The snail thought that a good idea and then said, "I enjoy all the faieries chit-chat whenever they are here." The caterpillar added, "I wonder who is in this group of houses, I had a fine tea and biscuit the last time with a snow frost faiery telling me her adventures of glittering all the leaves on the trees getting ready for wintertime."
Miss Diana gently smiled, "I too have enjoyed many tales from all of you, but one day I fear I may not be able to come to the tree when the Magical Floating houses are here." They all looked puzzled and the lady bug asked, "But you have been here so long, why do you say such a thing?"
"Yes, since I was six years old and now I am getting on in years, but Heaven permitting I will be here for awhile longer,, I think I shall begin to write down all of these adventures we have had together." And that she did, it took her close to ten years to write them down, and with each one she had help remembering what happened with her friends of the floating tree houses. The detailed papers are still in the same village she lived and wrote them in, and yet sad to say Miss Diana did die, but she was well into her nineties. She was at that tree right up until the week she took ill. For about four days she could not attend her friends at the tree, but the next evening Brimbil came with a faiery who sprinkled dust onto her. Brimbil took her on one last adventure with them, it was one that went unwritten, for after they came back she died that very night whispering to Brimbil, "Keep the key safe and watch for a new las to hold you all in her hand, she is on her way."
After the funeral and Miss Diana was buried, her grand daughter of age nine, wandered off crying and was taken with a buzzing sound. She stopped crying and was starring at a bumble bee. He introduced himself and soon she was holding hands with all of her grandmother's friends listening to stories.
Faiery Boats -sold out for now
Gentle Fowlk, such as faieries, love to lounge around in the water. Be it on a blade of grass, a flower petal or their wonderful boats. Some of the boats are walnut shells that were split into half, while others are these mysterious shells. The inside of a mussel shell is polished and then mystical colors of the shell glow. The rope is tied onto something so they do not float too far away and sticks are used as paddles.
They can be used as an ornament or just hang it somewhere, but don't be surprised if it is missing one day, because a faiery just might need a new hat and take it.
Faiery Acorn Hats - Story time
Acorns and the tops are an important part of faiery life, because they serve many purposes. A few are: hats, bowls, cups, planters etc.. Since they can only be gathered in Autumn the faieries watch carefully for them to fall from the mighty oak tree and then gather them up in the different sizes needed. Here is a typical story about certain faieries who gather them each year.
Every Autumn the faieries Kamen, Niecy, Cambria and their leader Eudora gather acorns & the tops for the upcoming year. As they gathered the acorn tops Niecy complained as usual, hoping to get sent home, but Eudora patiently listened. Niecy sighed and then blurted out, "The sun is too bright and its hard to see the tops."
Kamen flitted over to Cambria and whispered, "She always complains, each year, as if something is going to change when we gather them. I'm getting tired of listening to her." Cambria giggled and looked over to Niecy happily saying, "Then come over where we are because look," as she pointed to the right of them. "It is shaded, yet we still have lots of brightness, and they are very easy to see, come on, there are so many over here."
"Yes, see our boxes are almost full!" exclaimed Kamen.
Niecy looked surprised and then made a disgusted face as she began to slowly fly over towards them. Kamen looked at Cambria with an 'I told-ya so' look and then they both giggled. Eudora glanced over to them saying, "Whenever you find a task unpleasant, look for the gratitude that it will bring. Be happy gathering what we need for the upcoming year and how plentiful the oak tree is to us each year."
Kamen added, "Just like when Cambrias shoe lace broke this morning, she chuckled and said she was glad to have shoes, and as she said that Brimbill the Bumblebee came in the window and gave her a new vine for them so we would not be late today."
Cambria nodded her head yes, "Yup, that is just what happened."
Niecy smirked, shrugged her shoulders and as she bent down to pick up an acorn top she softy spoke, "This one will make a nice cup for me this winter." Then she looked up at the oak tree saying, "Thank you for allowing me to gather the wonderful acorns and tops this year." She turned and looked at the other three with an uncertain look on her face, "Well I guess I am happy."
They all laughed and Eudora said, "Practice it more and more, and soon you won't be bothered with unpleasantness." Niecy smiled and they continued to find acorn tops. Niecy held one up and imagined it as her hat, and smiled knowing other faieires decorate them with 'Diamond-dust'.
Certain acorn tops have various meanings:
When found with a twig it usually has a tiny acorn that was forming and it brings twice good luck.
When clusters of three are found they are given to faierie triplets,
such as Gwendel, Gwendal & Gwendrel who often help the Elf King Belphebe.
These double clusters are for faiery twins, such as Valdia & Valdesia,, or the twin brothers Valda & Valdese.
Depending on the age, these are given to a toddler, child or teenager due to the size of the hat needed.
Every forest has magical keys hanging from tree limbs, yet some may also have a faiery dust bottle.
These forest keys unlock the doors to your imagination and into a land of enchanting fun!
It was a misty morning for he hills and moors, especially the forest of Galen. After most of the mist had cleared away, Bridgette O'Leery decided to wander about in the friendly woods of Galen. Approaching the path inside, she could not help but notice tufts of grass moving around and side to side, she counted three of them. Following them down the path about twenty foot-steps they sunk deep into the ground and suddenly she was lost with no idea of her whereabouts. She became a victim of the evil faieries within the 'stray-sod' or as I refer to them as the tufts-of-grass. 'Twas a spell they cast that causes a mortal to loose their bearings in common places to them. She did not even recognize the familiar forest of Galen. Bewildered, she sat on the moss covered stone surrounded by small weeds and a pale ghost-like elf appeared and spoke, "What ails ya las,, tis lost?" She nodded her head yes. He continued, "Over round past the demon tree is another tree with the way out, ya just have ta find the correct branches, and when ya do me las, remember ta shake the glittering dust all over you first and then in front of you, then take the key and leave, for if not in this manner, ya can't tell when you will get outa here."
Poof, he was gone. She saw the demon tree, because they always swoop to one side, as if a hand is hovering over the area below, ready to grasp it's victim. The three malevolent demons began grasping for her as they sounded their blood-chilling laughs, then they began to spit angry words into the air. She realized she had to get quite close to the demon tree in order to get around it to the other tree the ghost-like elf told her about. She saw a hand made of branches swoop towards her, and she jumped over the logs that were there, or else she may have tripped over them if she wasn't looking. The tree howled and screeched like a lost lost soul roaming the moors until she was safely past.
Once on the other side, there was a tree with allot of low lying branches, and she began touching each one, but nothing happened. Then she sighed and grabbed for one more, and it was it. A thin rope came downward with a tiny glass jar filled with glitter and keys on it, just as the ghost-like elf had explained. She did just as he directed and nothing happened, until she took a step forward. Doors appeared everywhere, they had names on them such as, Imagination, Dreams, Love & Life, New Adventures, and many more. Nevertheless, she was looking for the one to leave, and soon found it, saying Home. Taking the key and unlocking the door, her memory had returned and she knew where-about she was. She murmured, " What do I do with these keys now?" And the ghost-like elf man appeared and transformed into a young man. "Ohhh, my who are you,, why I thought..."
He spoke kindly as he kissed her hand, "Out of the many lost in these hundreds of years, you have been the only one who desired to go home. The others went into doors they did not realize they already possess, but you did. I am now a young man again, since the evil spell from the tuft-of grass faieries had cast upon me, because I was the maker of these keys with my father many, many years ago. They did not want anyone to escape, yet did not know where the keys were hid, nor the magical dust my mother collected from deep inside of the Gold Dust Mountains with the faieries." He looked around and sighed "I have not a clue where I shall go, or where I shall live, but I thank you again."
She spoke, "Come home with me and my father can help you, he makes locks and keys too." He did, and only to come to find out, her father was the great, great grandson of his very own father!
In Feng Shui they create harmony and good feelings in particular compass directions.
The Southeast, North & East gardens require rectangular flowerbeds with blue & leafy plants, while the jade or 'money-plant' is also good here. The West & Northwest need round or semi-circular containers or beds with yellow or white flowers. The South, Southwest & Northeast arrange in a square bed or container with red pink, yellow and orange flowers. Try it and watch how the "Gentle Fowlke" enter them in harmony.
Queen Dororosa loves her gardens within FaieryPond. One day as she passed a garden one of tiny flowers from the Coreopsis plant, and the blue & yellow Violets smiled and ran up to Dororosa shouting, "We are up and out of the ground, it is springtime, wake up everyone!!"
Dororosa hushed their loud voices and spoke softly to them, "We must remain quite for not all the flowers have been woken up and some are still sleeping, needing to finish their dreams,, soon they too will awaken."
Wide-eyed they look at the Queen and said "Oh,, sorry we did not realize that, we can wait to play with them," and scurried away giggling.
Faiery Pools -sold out for now
Liggin the dragon fly zooms in and out enjoying a visit with a faiery, and sometimes the faiery Delisia stops and gathers news from Liggin to tell Faiery God-mother. My large FaieryPond inspired these lovely little pools of water that the beloved winged creatures stop to dip their feet into and then flitter back into the air. Small ponds are best placed in North, East & Southeast energy sectors even though it is not real water it still represents the water element.
Small $8.00 each
Large $12.00 each
Faieries are known as 'Gentle Fowlke' because in ancient times mankind was warned not to call faieries of any species by a common name. Certain or common names slighted the faieries, but FaireyPond is a relaxed and understanding place, yet always on guard. Here, they are better known as communal faieries, meaning ones which live together in a land like this with a queen or even a king and enjoy their names, because they understand how a name has a meaning.
I created FaieryPond about 25 years ago, unfortunately it was put away for about 10 years because it was originally put together to become a large scale automata as in the Golden Ages. I brought out in 2010 when I realized how special this was to me back then and even though it did not become a full scale working automata, it did become the basis for all of my tales I write about.
It has been worked on, updated, and resides under the first part of the stairway of my deck steps.
It is approximately 3 foot by 5 foot and weighs over 80 pounds.
This is the creek behind my house,, and it is within this area that the real secret to FaireyPond resides. There are purple Water Iris's to the left and what appears to be lily pads to the right area, which are actually purple Aquatic Pickerel. This is where I originally wanted to put it, but it would have eventually been destroyed by the waters and the drastic weather changes.
It lives here in my imagination, where it originated in my tales.
In the mid-Spring the Water Iris's are in bloom, which last about 2-3 weeks and then the
Aquatic Pickerel is next to bloom from within the waters.
Aquatic Pickerel are in bloom for most of the summer, after the Water Iris's are done in the Springtime.
In the background, across the creek, are many Lilypads that surround a small swamp-like island, and it is there the
secret entrances to dwarf caves can be seen, but only for a few days.
After the long cold winter and the water becomes quite low, for a mere few days you can see these secret dwarf entrances, but soon they will be covered up with fast growing grass.
And that is a good thing, because there are trollz lurking around to find them.
This is a close-up of an entrance that leads underground to the Gemstone Mountains.
They are un-noticed by the trolls because the Canadian Geese gather in front of them nibbling at the bugs in the mud
helping to hide the entrance from the trollz and orkz lurking around.
Once inside of Faireypond the large aquatic leaves part and the sun rise shines on the waters.
Queen Dororosa appears and welcomes the butterflies when summertime arrives at the pond.
The Pond Faieries guard the realms where mirrors meet, better known as the Myrrour- meaning my hour of reflection is now.
The medieval faieries that live in the Elfen lands still appear to honor and keep the stories alive, so they are not forgotten.
The sunlight sparkles onto the Myrrour and a faiery will soon know their truthful reflection.
A certain fairey door that can be seen by intruders, is there only to lure them away from the real faiery doors that are magically seen other places. Many gemstones are carefully placed in front of it by the frogs to allow the greedy intruder to find them.
Once the intruder goes through the door it leads to the outside of the pond and any gemstones they tried to take with them falls from their hands back into the waters of the creek.
The sun reveals the key to the fairey door and it looks like solid gold, the intruder uses it, only to discover it cannot leave the lock
once it enters and the door opens.
A fairey statue stands on the other side of this door to make sure the intruder cannot enter into FaieryPond, because some bring the dust of a troll with them and sprinkle it out of the door just before they cross into it.
This allows the next place they seek to be seen, but not always enter, a clever trick for a troll and a protection to FaieryPond.
Just beyond the door-
This is an view overlooking the bridge that leads to the walnut-shell boats that carry the gemstones the faieries collect
from inside of the magical waterfall.
Frogs love to collect the colored marbles at the pond.
They make sure they are placed in areas to collect the sun & moon energies.
For these energies help detect if there is troll dust tossed into the open faiery door.
Faireies dangle among the flowering tree no bigger than 1/4 of an inch. They wisp around faster than a hummingbird collecting tales from other lands and then whisper them into the ears of those who need to hear them.
Tiny golden musical fairies sit in various places among the gemstones and play tunes day or night.
But, you can only see them if a sunbeam or moonbeam lights them up.
A fairey dances on the water with the dragonflies and then enjoys swishing along the waters with the swans.
Various ancient ivory fairey-gates are hiding among the waterfalls for a visitor to find them.
They are an entrance to another part of the pond, nevertheless the unsuspecting praying mantis guards the gemstones.
Still moments are a part of the pond life when the sun meets the water and the animals greet one another.
Grasshoppers, frogs, snails and many others enjoy life here.
They love the enduring energy this pond contains and are always eager to help the faieries maintain it.
Faiery Orbs gather until dusk and then light up signaling to faieries at the other end of the pond that night is here and the moonlight will soon glow so they can play their nocturnal musical instruments for all.
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Note: Enchanted or Gentle Fowlk (Fowlke) include all the spiritual properties of nature, which comprise the Elves, Dwarves, Brownies, Faieries, Orkz, Trollz, ect.
Elfen spelled Elfin means it is a dangerous and evil elf.
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