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more than a fairy tail....
Posted on Sep 28th, 2008
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queenofit
queenofit
She knew the time was running out, somehow inside her jumbled thoughts, there continued to be this one idea, this one constant warning. How could she figure it out, what was she here to do, that was her most haunting question. It has been almost two years since He had told her about the purpose, it was the One telling her, speaking to her, allowing her to find out what she was here for, and still the past two years; she continued to feel her life was meaningless. Sure, she had moments of inspiring thoughts, words dancing in her head and singing like a long forgotten tune. But surely there was something more, a deeper purpose. It was a constant never ending feeling. She had awaken, and the world was going crazy.
There were other things that had begun to reveal themselves to her, suddenly this strange fascination with family members from the past. It was as if someone from the past was calling her, asking her to hear them, but it was so faint. It wasn’t clear enough. Then there were those endless messages, those visions; so to speak. How could she ignore that, it wasn’t that she did not believe; she knew that she was either possessed or the gift was coming alive inside. Either way, she knew she could not go on living, ignoring these signs.
Life was easy for her, and she was in love with the freedom that she now possessed. But the problem was she had this gnawing feeling that time was running out, it was as if she was looking back over her shoulder all the time, feeling as if by the time she was prepared for the work she was here to do, the time would have run out.
Finally one night, while sitting alone in her room it occurred to her, a simple thought really. The little people who she always had been drawn to; were little fairies. She had fought this idea for years, there had been past experiences which people had laid claim to fairies, and it did her harm That had made her run away from the idea. Now tonight as she began to open herself up to them, she realized that she was not going to be able to fulfill her work, unless she called them forth.
How to start, what would be the best place to open oneself up to their shy protective world? She did not exactly live in a secluded country place that fairies would like. But she knew they would come to her, if they were called, if she allowed them. They were here already, she thought. I know they are here.
One of her earliest memories of childhood is remembering that the protector women from below had been called upon to watch after her and her little sister. They had always had that going for them, but as years went by, the visions of these guardians had almost disappeared. She knew she was the reason for that. So how to get them to believe in her again? The voice inside her head simply said, just believe in us, and we will believe in you. Stop trying to get someone else to believe in us, all you have to do is call us, we are already here.
So that night things began to change, that night she opened herself up to them, she started to make a plan.
to be continued.....
There were plans to made, the first thing to do was find someplace to allow the fairies to hide, fairies love to have lots of green to hide in, she knew that. They had told here that, so efforts began, she would just go out and get a little tree, one of the voices told her they loved little trees. Was that a bonsai tree she wondered? Although bonsai trees aren’t especially dependable, that look is very appealing. Little magic stones, crystal, even a little fountain with some magic water, crisp blue water with shimmering stars to make it shine, it would be so beautiful, she thought about all of the pleasurable small enticements, it would be fun.
Life had become too dull and that had been part of her problem anyway, thinking about this tonight brought pleasure to her, she loved the same things that little fairies do, no wonder this would be so easy.
There were much bigger problems in her head that building little fairy garden, things that don’t get fixed as easliy either, but she would not think about any of that right now, no reason to drum up such depressing thoughts, no just wait, the fairies will come soon, things will begin to get better, they had spoken to her just yesterday morning, all telling her what they wanted to live in, it was funny in a way. Life would get better, it had too.
The Fairy Land.....
They had been meeting for days, it was a group of older member of the clan. They had been guiding the 9003003.-3 clan since the beginning. There still existed some recorded history to rely up; there were divisions of this clan, some had splintered off to France in 15th century and others into Germany, but they had originated from Ireland, the lot of em. Some of the oldest fairies still living new of the members of this ancient clan, they had been mound people, they were some of the only large people who had been part of the fairies and learned of the fairies ways.
And the great Tuatha de Danann of Ireland were there to head up the meeting, the leader who was there to speak on behalf of her calling was the greatest women Badb, a battle goddess, there were others there as well, Morrigu, the Crow of Battle, Eire, Fodla and Banba, daughters of the Dagda and Brigit a woman of poetry. Her sway was great and noble and she was a woman of healing. They gathered around the large crystal table, it was common to meet here for important callings. As they began to arrive their questions swirling around the room like flashing lights. They all read minds, some could speak through the air, no voice needed; however when they all gathered in the cave, the beams of thought became tangled like a giant spider web, and they all became quite confused. It was times like this, that only the very oldest and wisest ones could figure out what was being said, the others remained dependent upon spoken words.
A few of the younger fairies, ones who had never fought in battles were gathered in a corner, telling of how they had been to visit her, that she seemed to be a little off to them and it did not seem to be the practical thing at hand to send their services in to assist someone so unaware. They were keeping there remarks to a low whisper, even though they felt superior in their more modern rolls than the old wizards, the fact remained without any doubt, they did not possess the mental powers as the ancient ones. If any of the older ones heard them, they were not seeming to pay much mind to them.
Her first visit....
She sat in her little room, she had been trying to figure out how to start. Her mind was never resting, it was either full blast darts of confused ideas, never leading much of anywhere, or the other few moments of still more voices, these seemed to be the channeling. Could she have some special gift, something that allowed these voices to make their way into her head? She tried brushing them off, but it was time to let the ideas take shape. The little poem came back to her, how many times had she written the very same words.....she trembled as she wrote:
I ask the fairies
to come see me.
I ask their help
to let me see...
their vision,
their brain
their beauty
their name
come one
come all
I sing to you all
come out
come please
come here
come each
The world is not right
The world is a fright
oh little ones
come
into sight
into ONE....
the energy
the flow
the suspicion
the know
the beauty
the beast
the love
I do feast
I call on you now
I call on you how
I call on you here
please fairies, come near....
it was then that evening she heard, a faint whispering song....
"the place we do go
the place do I know?
the sunny or the shade,
the spot need be made
on limb or on tree
a space {only) you can see
fix it up now
fix it up will be how
calling to me
calling you can’t see
Brave they will come
all you need is to hum
the place we will see
fix it up near a tree....
And that evening it went on and on, the sing song back and forth between the fairy and the odd woman.
Large or small tree? she asked.
The tree can be big
the tree you can dig
the bells and the bow
the fells and the foe.
the wells, and the woe
we run from
don’t go....
We come when you call
your flow is the fall
stay clear in your head
[when] your rested go ahead.
She then asked "I need some time, does it exist
or what’s time? Please I hold on for hope, I feel such a dope."
they answered.....
You’ll be fine, go get tree
well be there by number 3
no need to concern
no need, time to learn
do as your told
your brave,
just be bold
believe in little me
believe you will "see"
The little ones go
they go where they’re told,
were young, and were old
don’t feel sorry
just let winds blowssss
She sat there crying, she was trembling, her face covered in salty tears, and her little body ached. Why her, was this real, and she knew it was. Whoever they were, they were real, she had made contact with them. If she could just compose herself, stop shaking, stop crying, it was causing her to loose her breath. She must have looked a fright, thank goodness she lived alone, she thought at that moment, times like this it certainly paid off.
In the caves.....
The fairies live in many parts of the world, they have built incredible underground chambers that allow them to travel any time day or night and never be detected.
However, they don’t usually use these routes, they don’t have to actually depend on their complex infrastructure for travel, they only need this when moving food supplies, fixed objects that man has made that they have no use for, but they like to study this stuff, it is like a research project to them. But for real travel, it is done by mental telepathy, or what some would call time travel. It olden days it was harder to use the time travel, but today with the airwaves so full of such man made nonsense, one advantage the fairies, mystics, and gnomes all had going is they could attach on the gamma rays and travel faster.....the older statesmen; wizards and such never experimented with such folly, they simply liked the older method of thinking their destination and arriving there a few hours later. Sure it was slower, but none the less it seemed to them less harmful, and if you have been alive over 1000 years it is hard to change your ways.
Some of the older members of Mystics International would be coming in later, the only problem with their old ways of travel, was their inability to get through the matrix of signals, in some parts of the heavily congested world. They had to re-route around city’s, like Nodnol, today they heard it referred to GB or some even linked them all together and said it was called EU....these guys got tired of trying to learn the new lingo, they just stayed with what it was called back in the days of their earliest education.
The World View (the other side)
As he sat alone is his room, studying his documents, thinking about the past and what the future held he began to notice a pattern displayed, one is which had been consistent since empire culture began. Sure, the industrial revolution and markets had added a few wrinkles. But the pattern that he noticed all the way through, was one of a pattern of a small powerful elite taking land and labor from the colonies for free or a very low price. They extorted valuables, then exported these commodities for a currency that would support the small elite, and in return would keep the native populations of the world in control.
He was depressed, he was loosing his motivation to work toward the families greedy goals, how could he do what he was trained to do, when he knew what was ahead.
His secret research was geared toward the basic condition of life on earth. He had heard of many roads to salvation. When he thought of many ways that been used to divert the truth regarding saving the planet, it sickened him; he hears that same rhetoric; economic development will save us, solar heating will save us, technology, the return of Jesus Christ who will restore the heaven and the earth, the promulgation of land reform, the recycling of materials, the establishment of capitalism, communism, socialism, fascism, Muslimism, vegetarianism, trilateralism, and even the birth of new Aquarian Age, we have been told, will save us. But the most humble and meek has been overlooked, that being, if the humans cannot maintain the soil of the planet, they cannot live here. Why was that so overlooked? I did not seem to him to be "rocket science".
His family was not even in the least interested in his premises, none, nada. He knew better than to even reveal his research, that would just cause more turmoil, and the last thing he wished for is more upheaval. He wondered so many times, how did he get born into the unscrupulous bunch of greedy wealthy no-good- doers? He just did not seem to fit. It was getting late, he was going to have to make an entrance to his mothers dinner party, it was the worst part of his fake life, all of those phony empty robot like excuses for human beings. Worried about the same things, where the next visit to our summer home, or what the price of an investment is and then there is always those who actually see this shallow lifestyle
as work. He thinks back to that horrible conversation with Mrs Ttadppoopble, what was it she told him.?... "People might be surprised about the extent to which wealth can be a burden. It doesn’t take care of itself", he loathed this woman and she was as shallow as a mud puddle. Ugh! To him there was nothing valuable about any rich socialite who spent there time justifying being able to maintain and improve their current status and get ahead. If only he could get out of this town, run away to a real country side. Live like a regular normal, if there were such a being, person. Just as he was about to settle for a bottle of scotch and package of pretzels for dinner and skip the entire affair, the phone rang, who could this be he wondered, when he answered the phone it was his cousin Russ on the other end, "going to see you at dinner tonight at Mumsies old chap? " before Holloway could say no, Russ answered his own question, "sure you will be there, I have set you up with a fine dinner date this evening, just wear your MADIA GRAS mask" shrieking Holloway answered, "MADIA GRAS? are you nuts, this is September pal? what are you saying?" at that Russ just laughed loud and before Holloway could reply, hung up the phone. Now then Holloway for sure did not want to show, but he was for sure in a pickle, what happens if he stands up Russ and his mystery date? Mumsies will freak.....that is not a chance Holloway wanted to take.
Then he started thinking about his screwed up family, he thought of Russ Prince, he was fun sure, but with all he could do with his money to help others, what had he been telling Holloway last week...As Russ Prince describes it, it’s the mindset of "I have the $5 million jet. I want the $10 million jet." But he doesn’t see it as greed. Rather, he says, it’s simply a reflection of what everyone at every income level wants: something more.
They sing songs to communicate, it is a frequency lower than average humans will/can allow themselves to hear. Mystics, Fairies, gnomes, Wizards, all those magical creatures still have the ability to allow it. When Evil becomes the doctrine that travels though the lands, the frequency is heard and these magical creatures become the ears of God. They have an inborn duty to respond. It is not something they take lightly, having been born with this genetic gift. Some say they feel a vibration as though drums are beating, other explain it as though it is a voice crying, some tell the voice is very feminine, other say it is a masculine cry. This immense cry or vibrational sound, is what stirs up within, a complicated and complex yearning to move toward safety and begin their communal work. So many voices and drums together mark safety. That is part why they must gather and this intuitive sense they are born with; they "just know it". The problem being, that since the days of the "witch" burnings most have lived in secret underground dwellings. Young ones have been born since that time who have never known many others like themselves, leaving them to feel lost and abandoned. However, when the calling begins to get louder and louder the distance will be no barrier. The hear will the sounds, they will begin to migrate, the will be lead.
The smells:
There was time when man used his sense of smell much like a animals do. When animals follow their nose (so to speak)they learn much about their journey. Smells can tell you if danger lies ahead, who traveled ahead of you, how long ago they passed, smells can help one find food, shelter, safety. Smells can warn one of dangerous elements also. Smells can tell if one is a fiend or friend. Smell is a tool, sniffing is a lost art, but down under where the air is free of man made illusive worldly smells, the sense of smell still exist. So the Fairies, the gnomes, the trolls, the elves, the grand wizards, all those and more who dwell wi-thin still have this art. Those who live among man, i.e. mystics, witches, soothsayers, and the newbabies, born in the last 50 to 70 years have lost the art. They think. Yet they do know they are different, they have not learned how to use their gifts. These above ground dwellers have been born into a world of confusion. There parents were either some of the lost ones, or they come from families who had to evacuate during the great witch hunts of the 1800’s. Many tried to blend into society shutting down there senses in order to survive. These land dwellers refused to talk about there gifts and lost hope of ever using them again. So their children grew up thinking that life was strange and abnormal, they did not understand their gifts. Today things will change, the children of the evacuees will begin to hear the callings, they have the inborn ability to follow the call. They will begin to migrate, there senses will begin to develop strength. At first, they will feel as though their heads ache all the time, they may experience sensations related to sinus issues, some will think they are crazy and go to psychiatrist for help. They will usually have issues with their other sense, runny nose, watery eyes, ringing in their ears. You ask, how they get through all of this? I tell you that deep wi thin they will gradually begin to wake up, as their senses improve the sounds will come first, that will go on for some for weeks, months and months. But as more awaken, others will follow, it is written that way. There will be thousands who have been asleep for a very long time, it may take them longer to awaken, but the young ones will come to first. When they land dwellers begin to wake up, we the older underground survivors will come forward and begin to do things that have been forbidden for many years. The great leaders are all gathered here, the laws are written and time is not on our side. We don’t have time to argue, this what we were put here to do, our days of hiding and burying our heads in the sand is over. I have heard her cry, their are others who hear her. She cries day and night, her vibrations are getting stronger and stronger. She must be allowed to come soon. She is in great danger. She has been chosen to lead the ones above. She has to be told, we must go to her, prepare her, and begin.
They sat looking at each other, the room was quiet, no one wanted to speak. Thoughts were darting around the room, many minds were dancing with joy, it was a relief. Yet in the dark corner of the room there sat some of the elders grimacing. They were not happy to hear this at all. The had lived through other such horrible times and they hated the idea of loosing so many to save a world that to them needed to be destroyed. They also knew of the dangers and warning that were written. Yes, the Wizard told his vision and to some degree he was right, but he left out some very important details. Why was he leaving out the darkest warnings? Someone had to step forward, someone had tell them everything. The meeting would not adjourn until tomorrow. They would gather again tomorrow to make final plans. The old ones would meet in secret tonight, the must make plans, they must warn them all of the greatest dangers, if not these laws are broken, they will loose their immortality....
The Memory~~~ to be continued ~~~sigh
Guidance into the unknown
As she sat alone in her humble dwelling, the little odd woman was never without some inner turmoil. Nothing ever felt exactly right. She would get these voices telling her to act upon certain things, then when she did the outcome would amaze her. Today as she sat on her little cot, next to the window, she was watching something blowing in the wind. It was more like a flutter, not exactly as large as a butterfly, and the colors reminded her of a beautiful flower. But the way it was moving above the vegetation, told her it wasn’t a flower either. She sat there in silence watching it, it was almost as if when she watched it she could feel the inner voices calm and she entered into a lucid meditative state. It must have lasted for a while, but suddenly she was gazing into her little eyes, this little object was in her frontal vision and it was darting from eye to eye. She could not believe what she was seeing, yet she was overcome with such a harmonious feeling, that she did not judge her experience in human terms. Whatever or whoever this was felt perfect. It wasn’t causing her to experience any other feeling that complete calm and pleasure.
Suddenly the little object transformed itself into full blown body, and when the body appeared, Sophia almost fainted, but not in the physical falling down sense, the fainting was more ethereal. She remained cognitive, just in that lucid state. It was the most relaxed she had felt in her life. The little creature watched Sophia, as she moved from eye to eye, then she landed on her shoulder. Her voice was singing, her little wings fluttered and suddenly rested. After everything was completely still, the little one spoke. "I am here to guide you to safety Sophia, it is time for your purpose to begin. We have a safe place for you and when you get there, the others are waiting." she watched Sophia’s expression carefully, knowing that this was relief for Sophia, yet there would be, if not handled perfectly, cause for Sophia to undergo a discomfort that could stall the process. So the little one effortlessly moved to Sophia’s other shoulder, knowing that her magic existed in her dazzling wing span, the magic dust particles that where misted about kept Sophia under her spell. As Sophia breathed in the mist, she again felt the lucid sense, and fell back into the trance. Sophia spoke words that she did not even realize she knew. "I am ready to go with you, I have been waiting for this, you are much smaller than I expected, however there has been visions in my head of you for years. Your name is Brigit, I have spoken to you many times in my dreams, my poetry comes from you, I recognize your aura." suddenly Brigit knew that this mission was going to be fun, if Sophia was able to transform her inner vision instantly as this, no one could argue that this was their true connection. Sophia asked Brigit, "So how do we travel, if we are going underground, what happens to me, I am so much larger than you are?" Brigit smiled she was well prepared for this, the transformation was so simple she had been trained for magic such as this by the greatest of all fairies, she might be a little rusty, but this should not take long. Brigit asked Sophia if she had any crystals, to which Sophia immediately got up, when she did her feet left the floor and it startled her. She begin to laugh as she flew across the room Sophia looked at Briget who was sitting on her shoulder, and asked Briget how she was making them both fly. Brigets smile was faint, but she said nothing. Briget did not want to tell Sophia that it was not her magic that caused this, Sophia was already beginning the transformation within her own inherited natural mystical ability. When Sophia brought out the jeweled dusty box, she held it up close to her face so that Brigit could point to the crystal that she would like to have. Briget looked close and flew into the box, the crystals began to glitter and flash. But buried below them all was the one that would work. It was a magic ceremonial crystal. Brigit stood on the one next to it, and pointed "get this one Sophia, the one with the blue beams coming from it, that will be our travel beam crystal." Sophia was watching with utter amazement, she had been collecting these rocks for many years, she had held these crystal and rocks admiring them hundreds of times, she had never seen them come to life this way. She thought and then she forgot, suddenly she felt in a trance, as if she were being drugged. The trance and spell were already beginning, Sophia began to shrink, smaller and smaller she became, her clothing were draping on the floor all about, and suddenly Sophia was as small as Briget, it was a glorious sight. These two little fairies so timid and so small, ready to leave this little house and venture into the underground safety of the Crystal Palace.
..
Isis Crystals:
The famous but almost forgotten power of the Isis Crystals are all but considered legends. What is needed to find the secret hidden Crystal Palace will be for these two to follow the beam of blue light leading them from point x to point y. It all seems so effortless, as the Isis Crystal energy travels along these lines and goes to the cave. However, the recent laser-generating satellites project simultaneous images to every part of the planet created by sinister plots created by mans sickness to destroy the world, moreover has almost created a web that is no longer able to be penetrated by the fairires. So in
deploying an isis crystal at Point X would be like a long range artillery shell that
affected Point Y in the past now may look like a single laser beam, however it will split into two parts, one to illuminate the object, the second part (called the reference beam) is reflected by a mirror. The two beams meet forming an interference pattern, which is developed to form a hologram. This hologram can be used to re-create a 3-dimensional image of the original object. this holographic technology used in conjunction with hi-tech, mind-control weapons utilizing the effects of radio-frequency waves upon the brain, is capable of leading the fairies into unknown territory. This of course will cause great harm to the little creatures, and ultimate death. However, the worst being the frequency will first make them believe that they are in safe territories. This will be their ulitmate downfall, and the human will be led into the matrix, and the fairy will follow.
So many times in history when the topic Isis Crystals is brought forth, something happens to someone. Most of the time it is a heart attack, other times they die in their sleep. No one really knows why Isis Crystals began to harm people, but during that process, the crystals were all but distroyed upon the earth. Not so down under, many fairies still carry them and when they get lost, use the magic that these prescious stones possess(but underground only). It wasn’t until the last 100 years that the stones were outlawed, and even then some of the ancient warriors still possess these precious gems. One of these warriors is called Goddess Bahdx, warrior of war. She is from 25AD and led the Celtics into war. Her true power lies in her ablity to read prophesy, and that mixed with her being the Goddess of mother earth, she will lead with truth and justice. For these reasons Bahdx has been called to lead Briget and Sophia to safety underground.
There greatest challange will be the dark side and their power sources; ritual
sacrifice sites, Skull and Bones HQ, Bohemian Grove, underground bases, and looming towers that transmit sinister beams that closly resemble the sacred blue beams that sophia and briget will need for travel. All of this will cause tremendous suffering to any fairy who crosses these dangerous manmade networks.
It wasn’t until man developed this streaming levels of Leylines and Geopathic Networks that made stress invisible, and began to do untold damage to both physical and mental health of fairires . There is only one ancient sage from downunder who know how to battle this network, her name is Bahdx. She has been called forth, she has been meeting inside the cave for days, she has been speaking of dangers that the two will meet upon their journey underground. The main problem is Sophia, she is part human, and until she is washed in the underground stream of magic cleansing her energy field will draw the dangerous rays that will harm her and Brigit. Brigit was able to travel alone unharmed, it was risky enough for Brigits safe journey, yet alone now she is literally traveling with a lighting rod. Some of the oldest wizards have known of this and during their many lives, has watched some of their greatest leaders evaporate into thin air, never to return. Having been alive and surviving literally thousands of civilizations, these old men, have mad steadfast pacs to no longer involve themselves in human upheaveal.
ley lines and geopathic stress lines, my gut feeling is that we are
not going to be required to rescue each one individually. There will come a
point, I am sure, where we have changed enough of them to have made a
difference, and they will all change.
The History of The McFarlane Clan
(also known underground as 9003003.-3)
Originally part of the Scottish Clan of
McFarlane, the Brysons family motto—
"Vivit post funera virtus"—means "Virtue
lives after death". The olden Bryson clan
is said to have originated in Scotland’s
Strathclyde region, with an ancient family
seat at Craigton (which is today north of
Glasgow and west of Stirling; see map at
right).
Brysons (also spelled Bricen, Brisson,
Brison, Bruson, Bryceson, Brydeson)
were colonized into Northern Ireland’s
Ulster region by about the 1500s-1600s.
The powers in England hoped to dilute
the Irish Catholics there by planting large
numbers of Protestant Scots, yet this 200-
year experiment never really succeeded.
Starting in the 1600s and continuing into
the 1700s and 1800s, a large percentage
of the Scotch-Irish left Ireland to find a
better life in America.
However, in that early Clan of
McFarlane, some of these fine young lads and
lasses remained devoted to their ancestors roots,
and they are the ones who would not consider
leaving their homelands. It was were the family "motto" was
created, virtue after death, and for them to die in their homeland was
truly a virtue. Some of these caviler gents went on to become
master craftsman, building great monuments that still stand today.
The women, well there is one famous little one, her name was
Sandliasue, she was as beautiful as any goddess.
Her long standing in the lands had bestowed upon her the reputation as to the liking of a
princess of the fairies, as she was known to be able to disappear into
thin air, and some say her true self, was that of one of a fairy princess,
when she would re-appear from one of those magic acts, she always seemed to
bring with her new hope and greater prosperity to her family. As time went on, there were
more stories that she completely disappeared and went to live among the fairies.
Joan of Arc speaks of a Sandliasue in her journals, and that Sandlisue was one of
the fairies that help lead Joan of Arc to victory.
Those are the tales of the Clan of McFarlane,
but this clan was given a number thousands of years before, it was known as 9003003.-3
in the underground archives. There still existed some recorded history to rely up; there were divisions within the clan; some had splintered off to France in 15th century and others into Germany, but they had originated from Ireland and Scotland, the lot of em. Some of the oldest fairies still living knew of the members of this ancient clan, they had been mound people, they were some of the only large people who had been part of the fairies and learned of the fairies ways.Lady Sandiasue had married into a clan of large gentle being on the large ones lands. He was a kind soul, the mans name was Kinderkade, he and Sandiasue had one child, this young child was not raised by Sandiasue, the child had been stolen from her at birth. The mystery still remains on the how and why of it, some say it was the underground world of wizards who wanted to preserve their magical genetics to the underworld, and would have no part in seeing such births come to fruit on the large ones lands. Others say it was the exact opposite, that the young girl was taken and hidden deep in the forest to protect her from such wizard and the like, either way, Sandisue was completely heartbroken, she and Kinderkade never were the same, and this is why they say she decided to go underground and never return. to be cont.....
There were other things that had begun to reveal themselves to her, suddenly this strange fascination with family members from the past. It was as if someone from the past was calling her, asking her to hear them, but it was so faint. It wasn’t clear enough. Then there were those endless messages, those visions; so to speak. How could she ignore that, it wasn’t that she did not believe; she knew that she was either possessed or the gift was coming alive inside. Either way, she knew she could not go on living, ignoring these signs.
Life was easy for her, and she was in love with the freedom that she now possessed. But the problem was she had this gnawing feeling that time was running out, it was as if she was looking back over her shoulder all the time, feeling as if by the time she was prepared for the work she was here to do, the time would have run out.
Finally one night, while sitting alone in her room it occurred to her, a simple thought really. The little people who she always had been drawn to; were little fairies. She had fought this idea for years, there had been past experiences which people had laid claim to fairies, and it did her harm That had made her run away from the idea. Now tonight as she began to open herself up to them, she realized that she was not going to be able to fulfill her work, unless she called them forth.
How to start, what would be the best place to open oneself up to their shy protective world? She did not exactly live in a secluded country place that fairies would like. But she knew they would come to her, if they were called, if she allowed them. They were here already, she thought. I know they are here.
One of her earliest memories of childhood is remembering that the protector women from below had been called upon to watch after her and her little sister. They had always had that going for them, but as years went by, the visions of these guardians had almost disappeared. She knew she was the reason for that. So how to get them to believe in her again? The voice inside her head simply said, just believe in us, and we will believe in you. Stop trying to get someone else to believe in us, all you have to do is call us, we are already here.
So that night things began to change, that night she opened herself up to them, she started to make a plan.
to be continued.....
There were plans to made, the first thing to do was find someplace to allow the fairies to hide, fairies love to have lots of green to hide in, she knew that. They had told here that, so efforts began, she would just go out and get a little tree, one of the voices told her they loved little trees. Was that a bonsai tree she wondered? Although bonsai trees aren’t especially dependable, that look is very appealing. Little magic stones, crystal, even a little fountain with some magic water, crisp blue water with shimmering stars to make it shine, it would be so beautiful, she thought about all of the pleasurable small enticements, it would be fun.
Life had become too dull and that had been part of her problem anyway, thinking about this tonight brought pleasure to her, she loved the same things that little fairies do, no wonder this would be so easy.
There were much bigger problems in her head that building little fairy garden, things that don’t get fixed as easliy either, but she would not think about any of that right now, no reason to drum up such depressing thoughts, no just wait, the fairies will come soon, things will begin to get better, they had spoken to her just yesterday morning, all telling her what they wanted to live in, it was funny in a way. Life would get better, it had too.
The Fairy Land.....
They had been meeting for days, it was a group of older member of the clan. They had been guiding the 9003003.-3 clan since the beginning. There still existed some recorded history to rely up; there were divisions of this clan, some had splintered off to France in 15th century and others into Germany, but they had originated from Ireland, the lot of em. Some of the oldest fairies still living new of the members of this ancient clan, they had been mound people, they were some of the only large people who had been part of the fairies and learned of the fairies ways.
And the great Tuatha de Danann of Ireland were there to head up the meeting, the leader who was there to speak on behalf of her calling was the greatest women Badb, a battle goddess, there were others there as well, Morrigu, the Crow of Battle, Eire, Fodla and Banba, daughters of the Dagda and Brigit a woman of poetry. Her sway was great and noble and she was a woman of healing. They gathered around the large crystal table, it was common to meet here for important callings. As they began to arrive their questions swirling around the room like flashing lights. They all read minds, some could speak through the air, no voice needed; however when they all gathered in the cave, the beams of thought became tangled like a giant spider web, and they all became quite confused. It was times like this, that only the very oldest and wisest ones could figure out what was being said, the others remained dependent upon spoken words.
A few of the younger fairies, ones who had never fought in battles were gathered in a corner, telling of how they had been to visit her, that she seemed to be a little off to them and it did not seem to be the practical thing at hand to send their services in to assist someone so unaware. They were keeping there remarks to a low whisper, even though they felt superior in their more modern rolls than the old wizards, the fact remained without any doubt, they did not possess the mental powers as the ancient ones. If any of the older ones heard them, they were not seeming to pay much mind to them.
Her first visit....
She sat in her little room, she had been trying to figure out how to start. Her mind was never resting, it was either full blast darts of confused ideas, never leading much of anywhere, or the other few moments of still more voices, these seemed to be the channeling. Could she have some special gift, something that allowed these voices to make their way into her head? She tried brushing them off, but it was time to let the ideas take shape. The little poem came back to her, how many times had she written the very same words.....she trembled as she wrote:
I ask the fairies
to come see me.
I ask their help
to let me see...
their vision,
their brain
their beauty
their name
come one
come all
I sing to you all
come out
come please
come here
come each
The world is not right
The world is a fright
oh little ones
come
into sight
into ONE....
the energy
the flow
the suspicion
the know
the beauty
the beast
the love
I do feast
I call on you now
I call on you how
I call on you here
please fairies, come near....
it was then that evening she heard, a faint whispering song....
"the place we do go
the place do I know?
the sunny or the shade,
the spot need be made
on limb or on tree
a space {only) you can see
fix it up now
fix it up will be how
calling to me
calling you can’t see
Brave they will come
all you need is to hum
the place we will see
fix it up near a tree....
And that evening it went on and on, the sing song back and forth between the fairy and the odd woman.
Large or small tree? she asked.
The tree can be big
the tree you can dig
the bells and the bow
the fells and the foe.
the wells, and the woe
we run from
don’t go....
We come when you call
your flow is the fall
stay clear in your head
[when] your rested go ahead.
She then asked "I need some time, does it exist
or what’s time? Please I hold on for hope, I feel such a dope."
they answered.....
You’ll be fine, go get tree
well be there by number 3
no need to concern
no need, time to learn
do as your told
your brave,
just be bold
believe in little me
believe you will "see"
The little ones go
they go where they’re told,
were young, and were old
don’t feel sorry
just let winds blowssss
She sat there crying, she was trembling, her face covered in salty tears, and her little body ached. Why her, was this real, and she knew it was. Whoever they were, they were real, she had made contact with them. If she could just compose herself, stop shaking, stop crying, it was causing her to loose her breath. She must have looked a fright, thank goodness she lived alone, she thought at that moment, times like this it certainly paid off.
In the caves.....
The fairies live in many parts of the world, they have built incredible underground chambers that allow them to travel any time day or night and never be detected.
However, they don’t usually use these routes, they don’t have to actually depend on their complex infrastructure for travel, they only need this when moving food supplies, fixed objects that man has made that they have no use for, but they like to study this stuff, it is like a research project to them. But for real travel, it is done by mental telepathy, or what some would call time travel. It olden days it was harder to use the time travel, but today with the airwaves so full of such man made nonsense, one advantage the fairies, mystics, and gnomes all had going is they could attach on the gamma rays and travel faster.....the older statesmen; wizards and such never experimented with such folly, they simply liked the older method of thinking their destination and arriving there a few hours later. Sure it was slower, but none the less it seemed to them less harmful, and if you have been alive over 1000 years it is hard to change your ways.
Some of the older members of Mystics International would be coming in later, the only problem with their old ways of travel, was their inability to get through the matrix of signals, in some parts of the heavily congested world. They had to re-route around city’s, like Nodnol, today they heard it referred to GB or some even linked them all together and said it was called EU....these guys got tired of trying to learn the new lingo, they just stayed with what it was called back in the days of their earliest education.
The World View (the other side)
As he sat alone is his room, studying his documents, thinking about the past and what the future held he began to notice a pattern displayed, one is which had been consistent since empire culture began. Sure, the industrial revolution and markets had added a few wrinkles. But the pattern that he noticed all the way through, was one of a pattern of a small powerful elite taking land and labor from the colonies for free or a very low price. They extorted valuables, then exported these commodities for a currency that would support the small elite, and in return would keep the native populations of the world in control.
As he saw this; it was a common thread that ran though out history, always the same pattern, it worked from the beginning of time this way, but the one caveat; that in the pursuit of profits no one had ever observed environmental laws.
They may take any land they need, they may use any type and amount of agricultural chemicals on their crops and they may dump toxins in any manner that they please. Although today, man has taken this pattern to new lows, ultimately he saw this the same no matter what course was used. Mankind would destroy his nest at the expense of profits for the minority ruling class of elite.He was depressed, he was loosing his motivation to work toward the families greedy goals, how could he do what he was trained to do, when he knew what was ahead.
His secret research was geared toward the basic condition of life on earth. He had heard of many roads to salvation. When he thought of many ways that been used to divert the truth regarding saving the planet, it sickened him; he hears that same rhetoric; economic development will save us, solar heating will save us, technology, the return of Jesus Christ who will restore the heaven and the earth, the promulgation of land reform, the recycling of materials, the establishment of capitalism, communism, socialism, fascism, Muslimism, vegetarianism, trilateralism, and even the birth of new Aquarian Age, we have been told, will save us. But the most humble and meek has been overlooked, that being, if the humans cannot maintain the soil of the planet, they cannot live here. Why was that so overlooked? I did not seem to him to be "rocket science".
His family was not even in the least interested in his premises, none, nada. He knew better than to even reveal his research, that would just cause more turmoil, and the last thing he wished for is more upheaval. He wondered so many times, how did he get born into the unscrupulous bunch of greedy wealthy no-good- doers? He just did not seem to fit. It was getting late, he was going to have to make an entrance to his mothers dinner party, it was the worst part of his fake life, all of those phony empty robot like excuses for human beings. Worried about the same things, where the next visit to our summer home, or what the price of an investment is and then there is always those who actually see this shallow lifestyle
as work. He thinks back to that horrible conversation with Mrs Ttadppoopble, what was it she told him.?... "People might be surprised about the extent to which wealth can be a burden. It doesn’t take care of itself", he loathed this woman and she was as shallow as a mud puddle. Ugh! To him there was nothing valuable about any rich socialite who spent there time justifying being able to maintain and improve their current status and get ahead. If only he could get out of this town, run away to a real country side. Live like a regular normal, if there were such a being, person. Just as he was about to settle for a bottle of scotch and package of pretzels for dinner and skip the entire affair, the phone rang, who could this be he wondered, when he answered the phone it was his cousin Russ on the other end, "going to see you at dinner tonight at Mumsies old chap? " before Holloway could say no, Russ answered his own question, "sure you will be there, I have set you up with a fine dinner date this evening, just wear your MADIA GRAS mask" shrieking Holloway answered, "MADIA GRAS? are you nuts, this is September pal? what are you saying?" at that Russ just laughed loud and before Holloway could reply, hung up the phone. Now then Holloway for sure did not want to show, but he was for sure in a pickle, what happens if he stands up Russ and his mystery date? Mumsies will freak.....that is not a chance Holloway wanted to take.
Then he started thinking about his screwed up family, he thought of Russ Prince, he was fun sure, but with all he could do with his money to help others, what had he been telling Holloway last week...As Russ Prince describes it, it’s the mindset of "I have the $5 million jet. I want the $10 million jet." But he doesn’t see it as greed. Rather, he says, it’s simply a reflection of what everyone at every income level wants: something more.
" ’Greedy’ is the wrong word,’’ Prince said. "This is not a bad thing. This is the capitalist model. The desire to keep moving up, to enhance their lifestyle, is critical to having this entrepreneurial society.’’ Yeah, Holloway was born into the wrong family. He had to change his life, he had to do something soon.
They sing songs to communicate, it is a frequency lower than average humans will/can allow themselves to hear. Mystics, Fairies, gnomes, Wizards, all those magical creatures still have the ability to allow it. When Evil becomes the doctrine that travels though the lands, the frequency is heard and these magical creatures become the ears of God. They have an inborn duty to respond. It is not something they take lightly, having been born with this genetic gift. Some say they feel a vibration as though drums are beating, other explain it as though it is a voice crying, some tell the voice is very feminine, other say it is a masculine cry. This immense cry or vibrational sound, is what stirs up within, a complicated and complex yearning to move toward safety and begin their communal work. So many voices and drums together mark safety. That is part why they must gather and this intuitive sense they are born with; they "just know it". The problem being, that since the days of the "witch" burnings most have lived in secret underground dwellings. Young ones have been born since that time who have never known many others like themselves, leaving them to feel lost and abandoned. However, when the calling begins to get louder and louder the distance will be no barrier. The hear will the sounds, they will begin to migrate, the will be lead.
The smells:
There was time when man used his sense of smell much like a animals do. When animals follow their nose (so to speak)they learn much about their journey. Smells can tell you if danger lies ahead, who traveled ahead of you, how long ago they passed, smells can help one find food, shelter, safety. Smells can warn one of dangerous elements also. Smells can tell if one is a fiend or friend. Smell is a tool, sniffing is a lost art, but down under where the air is free of man made illusive worldly smells, the sense of smell still exist. So the Fairies, the gnomes, the trolls, the elves, the grand wizards, all those and more who dwell wi-thin still have this art. Those who live among man, i.e. mystics, witches, soothsayers, and the newbabies, born in the last 50 to 70 years have lost the art. They think. Yet they do know they are different, they have not learned how to use their gifts. These above ground dwellers have been born into a world of confusion. There parents were either some of the lost ones, or they come from families who had to evacuate during the great witch hunts of the 1800’s. Many tried to blend into society shutting down there senses in order to survive. These land dwellers refused to talk about there gifts and lost hope of ever using them again. So their children grew up thinking that life was strange and abnormal, they did not understand their gifts. Today things will change, the children of the evacuees will begin to hear the callings, they have the inborn ability to follow the call. They will begin to migrate, there senses will begin to develop strength. At first, they will feel as though their heads ache all the time, they may experience sensations related to sinus issues, some will think they are crazy and go to psychiatrist for help. They will usually have issues with their other sense, runny nose, watery eyes, ringing in their ears. You ask, how they get through all of this? I tell you that deep wi thin they will gradually begin to wake up, as their senses improve the sounds will come first, that will go on for some for weeks, months and months. But as more awaken, others will follow, it is written that way. There will be thousands who have been asleep for a very long time, it may take them longer to awaken, but the young ones will come to first. When they land dwellers begin to wake up, we the older underground survivors will come forward and begin to do things that have been forbidden for many years. The great leaders are all gathered here, the laws are written and time is not on our side. We don’t have time to argue, this what we were put here to do, our days of hiding and burying our heads in the sand is over. I have heard her cry, their are others who hear her. She cries day and night, her vibrations are getting stronger and stronger. She must be allowed to come soon. She is in great danger. She has been chosen to lead the ones above. She has to be told, we must go to her, prepare her, and begin.
They sat looking at each other, the room was quiet, no one wanted to speak. Thoughts were darting around the room, many minds were dancing with joy, it was a relief. Yet in the dark corner of the room there sat some of the elders grimacing. They were not happy to hear this at all. The had lived through other such horrible times and they hated the idea of loosing so many to save a world that to them needed to be destroyed. They also knew of the dangers and warning that were written. Yes, the Wizard told his vision and to some degree he was right, but he left out some very important details. Why was he leaving out the darkest warnings? Someone had to step forward, someone had tell them everything. The meeting would not adjourn until tomorrow. They would gather again tomorrow to make final plans. The old ones would meet in secret tonight, the must make plans, they must warn them all of the greatest dangers, if not these laws are broken, they will loose their immortality....
The Memory~~~ to be continued ~~~sigh
Guidance into the unknown
As she sat alone in her humble dwelling, the little odd woman was never without some inner turmoil. Nothing ever felt exactly right. She would get these voices telling her to act upon certain things, then when she did the outcome would amaze her. Today as she sat on her little cot, next to the window, she was watching something blowing in the wind. It was more like a flutter, not exactly as large as a butterfly, and the colors reminded her of a beautiful flower. But the way it was moving above the vegetation, told her it wasn’t a flower either. She sat there in silence watching it, it was almost as if when she watched it she could feel the inner voices calm and she entered into a lucid meditative state. It must have lasted for a while, but suddenly she was gazing into her little eyes, this little object was in her frontal vision and it was darting from eye to eye. She could not believe what she was seeing, yet she was overcome with such a harmonious feeling, that she did not judge her experience in human terms. Whatever or whoever this was felt perfect. It wasn’t causing her to experience any other feeling that complete calm and pleasure.
Suddenly the little object transformed itself into full blown body, and when the body appeared, Sophia almost fainted, but not in the physical falling down sense, the fainting was more ethereal. She remained cognitive, just in that lucid state. It was the most relaxed she had felt in her life. The little creature watched Sophia, as she moved from eye to eye, then she landed on her shoulder. Her voice was singing, her little wings fluttered and suddenly rested. After everything was completely still, the little one spoke. "I am here to guide you to safety Sophia, it is time for your purpose to begin. We have a safe place for you and when you get there, the others are waiting." she watched Sophia’s expression carefully, knowing that this was relief for Sophia, yet there would be, if not handled perfectly, cause for Sophia to undergo a discomfort that could stall the process. So the little one effortlessly moved to Sophia’s other shoulder, knowing that her magic existed in her dazzling wing span, the magic dust particles that where misted about kept Sophia under her spell. As Sophia breathed in the mist, she again felt the lucid sense, and fell back into the trance. Sophia spoke words that she did not even realize she knew. "I am ready to go with you, I have been waiting for this, you are much smaller than I expected, however there has been visions in my head of you for years. Your name is Brigit, I have spoken to you many times in my dreams, my poetry comes from you, I recognize your aura." suddenly Brigit knew that this mission was going to be fun, if Sophia was able to transform her inner vision instantly as this, no one could argue that this was their true connection. Sophia asked Brigit, "So how do we travel, if we are going underground, what happens to me, I am so much larger than you are?" Brigit smiled she was well prepared for this, the transformation was so simple she had been trained for magic such as this by the greatest of all fairies, she might be a little rusty, but this should not take long. Brigit asked Sophia if she had any crystals, to which Sophia immediately got up, when she did her feet left the floor and it startled her. She begin to laugh as she flew across the room Sophia looked at Briget who was sitting on her shoulder, and asked Briget how she was making them both fly. Brigets smile was faint, but she said nothing. Briget did not want to tell Sophia that it was not her magic that caused this, Sophia was already beginning the transformation within her own inherited natural mystical ability. When Sophia brought out the jeweled dusty box, she held it up close to her face so that Brigit could point to the crystal that she would like to have. Briget looked close and flew into the box, the crystals began to glitter and flash. But buried below them all was the one that would work. It was a magic ceremonial crystal. Brigit stood on the one next to it, and pointed "get this one Sophia, the one with the blue beams coming from it, that will be our travel beam crystal." Sophia was watching with utter amazement, she had been collecting these rocks for many years, she had held these crystal and rocks admiring them hundreds of times, she had never seen them come to life this way. She thought and then she forgot, suddenly she felt in a trance, as if she were being drugged. The trance and spell were already beginning, Sophia began to shrink, smaller and smaller she became, her clothing were draping on the floor all about, and suddenly Sophia was as small as Briget, it was a glorious sight. These two little fairies so timid and so small, ready to leave this little house and venture into the underground safety of the Crystal Palace.
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Isis Crystals:
The famous but almost forgotten power of the Isis Crystals are all but considered legends. What is needed to find the secret hidden Crystal Palace will be for these two to follow the beam of blue light leading them from point x to point y. It all seems so effortless, as the Isis Crystal energy travels along these lines and goes to the cave. However, the recent laser-generating satellites project simultaneous images to every part of the planet created by sinister plots created by mans sickness to destroy the world, moreover has almost created a web that is no longer able to be penetrated by the fairires. So in
deploying an isis crystal at Point X would be like a long range artillery shell that
affected Point Y in the past now may look like a single laser beam, however it will split into two parts, one to illuminate the object, the second part (called the reference beam) is reflected by a mirror. The two beams meet forming an interference pattern, which is developed to form a hologram. This hologram can be used to re-create a 3-dimensional image of the original object. this holographic technology used in conjunction with hi-tech, mind-control weapons utilizing the effects of radio-frequency waves upon the brain, is capable of leading the fairies into unknown territory. This of course will cause great harm to the little creatures, and ultimate death. However, the worst being the frequency will first make them believe that they are in safe territories. This will be their ulitmate downfall, and the human will be led into the matrix, and the fairy will follow.
So many times in history when the topic Isis Crystals is brought forth, something happens to someone. Most of the time it is a heart attack, other times they die in their sleep. No one really knows why Isis Crystals began to harm people, but during that process, the crystals were all but distroyed upon the earth. Not so down under, many fairies still carry them and when they get lost, use the magic that these prescious stones possess(but underground only). It wasn’t until the last 100 years that the stones were outlawed, and even then some of the ancient warriors still possess these precious gems. One of these warriors is called Goddess Bahdx, warrior of war. She is from 25AD and led the Celtics into war. Her true power lies in her ablity to read prophesy, and that mixed with her being the Goddess of mother earth, she will lead with truth and justice. For these reasons Bahdx has been called to lead Briget and Sophia to safety underground.
There greatest challange will be the dark side and their power sources; ritual
sacrifice sites, Skull and Bones HQ, Bohemian Grove, underground bases, and looming towers that transmit sinister beams that closly resemble the sacred blue beams that sophia and briget will need for travel. All of this will cause tremendous suffering to any fairy who crosses these dangerous manmade networks.
It wasn’t until man developed this streaming levels of Leylines and Geopathic Networks that made stress invisible, and began to do untold damage to both physical and mental health of fairires . There is only one ancient sage from downunder who know how to battle this network, her name is Bahdx. She has been called forth, she has been meeting inside the cave for days, she has been speaking of dangers that the two will meet upon their journey underground. The main problem is Sophia, she is part human, and until she is washed in the underground stream of magic cleansing her energy field will draw the dangerous rays that will harm her and Brigit. Brigit was able to travel alone unharmed, it was risky enough for Brigits safe journey, yet alone now she is literally traveling with a lighting rod. Some of the oldest wizards have known of this and during their many lives, has watched some of their greatest leaders evaporate into thin air, never to return. Having been alive and surviving literally thousands of civilizations, these old men, have mad steadfast pacs to no longer involve themselves in human upheaveal.
ley lines and geopathic stress lines, my gut feeling is that we are
not going to be required to rescue each one individually. There will come a
point, I am sure, where we have changed enough of them to have made a
difference, and they will all change.
The History of The McFarlane Clan
(also known underground as 9003003.-3)
Originally part of the Scottish Clan of
McFarlane, the Brysons family motto—
"Vivit post funera virtus"—means "Virtue
lives after death". The olden Bryson clan
is said to have originated in Scotland’s
Strathclyde region, with an ancient family
seat at Craigton (which is today north of
Glasgow and west of Stirling; see map at
right).
Brysons (also spelled Bricen, Brisson,
Brison, Bruson, Bryceson, Brydeson)
were colonized into Northern Ireland’s
Ulster region by about the 1500s-1600s.
The powers in England hoped to dilute
the Irish Catholics there by planting large
numbers of Protestant Scots, yet this 200-
year experiment never really succeeded.
Starting in the 1600s and continuing into
the 1700s and 1800s, a large percentage
of the Scotch-Irish left Ireland to find a
better life in America.
However, in that early Clan of
McFarlane, some of these fine young lads and
lasses remained devoted to their ancestors roots,
and they are the ones who would not consider
leaving their homelands. It was were the family "motto" was
created, virtue after death, and for them to die in their homeland was
truly a virtue. Some of these caviler gents went on to become
master craftsman, building great monuments that still stand today.
The women, well there is one famous little one, her name was
Sandliasue, she was as beautiful as any goddess.
Her long standing in the lands had bestowed upon her the reputation as to the liking of a
princess of the fairies, as she was known to be able to disappear into
thin air, and some say her true self, was that of one of a fairy princess,
when she would re-appear from one of those magic acts, she always seemed to
bring with her new hope and greater prosperity to her family. As time went on, there were
more stories that she completely disappeared and went to live among the fairies.
Joan of Arc speaks of a Sandliasue in her journals, and that Sandlisue was one of
the fairies that help lead Joan of Arc to victory.
Those are the tales of the Clan of McFarlane,
but this clan was given a number thousands of years before, it was known as 9003003.-3
in the underground archives. There still existed some recorded history to rely up; there were divisions within the clan; some had splintered off to France in 15th century and others into Germany, but they had originated from Ireland and Scotland, the lot of em. Some of the oldest fairies still living knew of the members of this ancient clan, they had been mound people, they were some of the only large people who had been part of the fairies and learned of the fairies ways.Lady Sandiasue had married into a clan of large gentle being on the large ones lands. He was a kind soul, the mans name was Kinderkade, he and Sandiasue had one child, this young child was not raised by Sandiasue, the child had been stolen from her at birth. The mystery still remains on the how and why of it, some say it was the underground world of wizards who wanted to preserve their magical genetics to the underworld, and would have no part in seeing such births come to fruit on the large ones lands. Others say it was the exact opposite, that the young girl was taken and hidden deep in the forest to protect her from such wizard and the like, either way, Sandisue was completely heartbroken, she and Kinderkade never were the same, and this is why they say she decided to go underground and never return. to be cont.....
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“It has been almost two years since He had told her about the purpose, it was the One telling her, speaking to her, allowing her to find out what she was here for, and still the past two years; she continued to feel her life was meaningless.”
just two years? you sure about that? … more like twenty-two years ….. but then a year for the fairies isn't the same as a year for us humans ….