A Haven of fun.

Rory the tiger dances on the stage
Delighted children squeal with glee
As parents sit with chips and beer
Glad of a brief respite from the day’s demands.

Back to the caravan in all it’s luxury
Central heating and a water filter too!
I’m glad I paid for the gold
No budget deal will do me.

Gossip magazines strewn out on the table
Decaff coffee and a good old read
Victoria Beckham, Katie Price and Chantelle
All look very lovely in their evening gowns.

Never underestimate the influence of Rory the tiger,
says my cyber-friend,
a writer too.
Actually anxious the elephant is my favourite.

I compared him to a Hamster
although I’ve never seen his face
so maybe he is more like a mouse?
Or a bird, a cat or a bear?
Or even a squirrel?

Can we have a badge Mummy?
A teddy? A magic pen?
A glow in the dark insect?
Back to the shops then.

Everything is all under one roof
So even if it’s raining we can still go out.
Play area,
Eating area,
Pool tables,
Bar.

See if you can win a toy
Or get rich on the one armed bandit.
Stuff greasy chips with lashings of ketchup
and hope to win a bottle on the bingo.

It’s all good fun
we must go again
clean the caravan
load up the car.

That’s it kids
Say goodbye to Rory the tiger
Bradley the bear and
Anxious the elephant.

Don’t forget anything
Have you checked under the beds?
Back to real life now
Until the next time.

Fallen Angel.

Music loud.
Heavy.
The heartbeat to the pulsating, heaving mass of people.
Heads bobbing,
hands waving,
lights flashing.

Bodies blending as one,
the gargoyles feast till they are full,
energies of hell a plenty to fill their grumbling bellies.

Lust,
alcohol fuelled urges,
betrayal of those we love.
He plays away from home but he loves his wife.
He is my boss,
It’s more than my job is worth to tell you what he gets up to.

He provides his woman with his name,
a nice house,
two kids,
pretty clothes,
brand new fridge-freezer.
She lays in her lonely bed while
husband preys on bikini topped willing nubile blondes.
‘But at least he married me,’ she cries,
kidding herself that is all a man need do to show his love.
Commitment not devotion is the order of the day.


Drowning our words the music reaches a crescendo,
couples gyrate in time to the beat,
raising their pulses,
sweating with the heat.
Women parade in front of the men
like pieces of meat on display
then disappear as they move in for the kill.
Leaving them drooling with hunger.
They move on to the next potential meal.

Sparkly red shoes,
Clickity click.
There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home.
Dorothy is swept up into the twister of
arm flailing,
head banging,
body swaying power.
Dancers who move and touch and kiss without reason.

Poison seeping through their blood,
wine, beer and nicotine pulling them away
from heavenly levels into the devil’s flames.
Hearts closed,
bowels open,
bile rising in their jewel adorned throats.

A man reaches for his wallet,
pays for his pleasure and the naked beauty dances,
only for him,
showing her flat female form and silicone breasts.

One stray fairy,
having hung up her wings for the night,
wanting to see what lies beyond the veil,
takes human form and dances the dance,
drinks the poison,
and enters Satan’s lair.

Her elemental body cannot hold such evil
and she leans forward,
spewing filth forth from her fae form.

Her King shakes his head in dismay at her unfairylike behaviour.
Lallianna May. You are an evolved fairy soul.
What are you doing drinking poison and falling down the levels
into the stink of human earth?
You should have more self respect.
Shame on you.

Lallianna sleeps on a dew-soaked leaf drinking pure
spring water infused with healing magic.
She slowly recovers from her night of witnessing
the stomach churning debauchery.
She bows before her king as he waves his wand
and adorns her with a new set of beautiful wings.

She tells him that she loves him and promises to behave
like a proper fairy from now on and not a fallen angel.

So the dance of life continues.
Husband still cheats on his wife and clubland
remains the feasting ground for the monsters of hell
and the earth dwelling vampires of the night.
The fairy realm remains as reachable to us as
the fires of hell.
Where would you rather be?

Where lies the truth?

In mythology we find gods and heroes,
legends, folklore and monsters.
In fairytales we hear of giants slain
and princes on quests to save the
virgin from the dragon
and the princess from the tower.

In theology we find the saviour,
The son of God himself.
Buddha, Krishna and Sai Baba,
Jehovah, Allah, Elohim.
We kneel in prayer and congregate
In worship, hymn and ceremony.

In shamanic practise we see
the master ascend to the skies.
He shape shifts and heals
and returns from the darkest
corners of the earth.
To tell us his tales of celestial angels
and demonic forces of the underworld.

In Paganism the High Priestess talks
of healing and magic and mystic art.
The druid blesses the seasons and
fasts on forest fruit during the sacred ritual.

In psychology we learn of paradigms and theory,
of focusing our thoughts in Freudian therapy.
We study human behaviour and relationships,
breaking into pieces the spiritual in analysis of the mind.

In science we find quantum realities,
electrons, molecules and photons.
Gravity, energy and human cells.
Genetics, string theory and anti-matter.

In philosophy we read Aristotle,
Socrates and Plato.
Discussing ethics, metaphysics and Esthetics.
Politics, reason and concepts.

So where lies the truth of the human seeker?
To which discipline do we turn?
Art, Science, religion?
Mysticism? Shamanism?
Tell me where do the answers to my questions lie?

Why all of them my weary friend,
traveller on the road of knowledge.
Lean not on one but all,
for they are aspects of the whole.
Truth falls to those who seek to unify,
not compartmentalise.

You may travel far and wide,
to exotic jungles and undiscovered civilisations.
Dive to the ocean floor
and climb the highest mountain.

Take a sacred journey to darkest Peru,
or a spiritual quest to Tibet.
Walk through a Labyrinth etched into the grass
at a pagan gathering in a Glastonbury field.

But the greatest journey the human can take,
Is the one within themselves.
To love, to peace, to happiness and freedom.
To become one with the divine, to become whole.

Return to the source from whence you came,
Your father, your mother, your creator, yourself.
But grow firm roots on planet earth,
Anchor yourself to Gaia.

For only then can you fly high and free,
Spread your wings and return to me.
The answers my friend lie everywhere,
In every corner of the cosmos.

Within yourself, within your body,
Your mind, your heart and soul.
We give you a glimpse of what you can have
When you return to your home.

Connect with another of opposite force,
Your equal, your nemesis, your mirror.
It won’t be easy for challenge it brings
but with it the greatest love.

This is the path of the human
that wishes to grow and ascend.
There will be sorrow, regret, pleasure and joy.
Follow the calling of your soul.

Your soul is connected directly to me,
To your higher self, to the Godhead.
Feel this connection, find it in paintings,
in dance, in poetry and in song.

For your life is a story waiting to unfold,
It's been written, it's unwritten you can take any road.
Follow the clues, follow the signs.
Have faith, be strong and embrace love.

The Kettle.

I find you rather tiresome
With your selfish ways and your self centred thoughts.
Its always me, me, me, with you isn’t it?
No offence to the kettle.

As for you,
Honestly you drive me crazy.
With your patronising comments and shrieks of dismay.
No offence to the kettle.

You young lady need to take hold of your life,
Quit the drinking,
Quit the drugs,
Quit the shouting,
Quit the screaming and grow up.
No offence to the kettle.

I’m not quite sure what to make of you?
I sense jealousy but I’m not sure why.
You seem nice enough
but in you I don’t trust.
No offence to your kettle.

As for you,
I find nothing negative to say.
You are smart, funny and I love you to bits.
You are gorgeous, yummy-scrummy
and I want to eat you all up.
You can have my kettle.

Prince's Quest.

Come forward my Prince,
lay me down on a bed of roses.
Lower your dark head and worship at the alter of venus.

Taste the forbidden fruits I offer you.
Bite into the juicy peach,
drink sweet wine from my golden chalice.

Take your time.
While I stretch my wings and
fly to a pink palace in the clouds.





When you are finished,
when you have had your fill.
Raise your sword and thrust forward into the depths of the forest.

Climb the mountain and I will be by your side.
I will hold your hand
as you shower me with warm kisses.

When we reach the mountain’s peak
we will lay down on its grassy bed
and you will take me in your arms.

You have found your princess
after following your quest.
The holy grail is yours to keep.

We shall close our eyes
and sleep a restful sleep
dreaming of our everlasting love.

Not enough hours in the day...........

Slowly stalking sandy stones on smooth.
Slither, movement, snake or hose, doesn’t matter?
I pounce, I bite, I scratch, I squabble with it.
It’s mine, you can’t have it!

Hate him, hate him!
Thought he was my friend.
Thief.
Stolen what was mine, I’ll show you!

Movement again, a leaf? A mouse?
I pounce, I lose it, I pounce, I’ve got it!
You can’t have it,
Oh he’s gone…he’s gone.
Thought he was gonna play with my leaf-mouse-leaf.

Large one on two legs is opening a tin.
I leap through the hole in the door,
Along with the other four.
Mmmm smells yummy whatever it is.

I squeeze my head through the space between the other three,
Older one waits till we’ve finished.
I eat hungrily, quickly, savouring every morsel.
It’ll be hours before she feeds us again.

Yawn! I’m tired now, belly boo full.
Which bed to sleep on today?
I’ll just curl up here on this cushion on the chair,
Let me lose myself in sleep until movement distracts me again.

Hidden code.

I have a crazy personality,
and connect with universal energy.
I dance in the rain under magical tree,
and research alchemy for my daily love spells.
I’m not an anthropologist even though I love humankind.

I’m in love with a wonderful man,
we have a relationship orchestrated by divine intervention.
Venus looks down and kisses our union,
The elementals rejoice at our love.
But of course, it’s all down to semantics.

When I’ve passed my BA perhaps I’ll study for a doctorate,
On the alignments of Mars and Venus.
Or Neo-astrology in it’s original form,
With all its idiosyncrasies.
An internet exposition of unravelling the hidden code.
I’m a lady in love can you see what I say?

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The Lovers.

Dancing with death in a darkened den,
Lovers embrace in the night.
Tongues teasing, lips loving,
a carefree kiss, out of sight, out of mind.

She arches her back and cries out for more.
His hands claiming her soul.
Heaven propelled she screams out his name,
sated and spent in their secret sin.

Her husband is tending her horses tonight,
His wife is safely sleeping.
Only a mile away from their homes,
their lust driven lies continue.

How long has this affair been going on?
How much hurt and betrayal to come?
Yet when she touches his skin under a starry splashed sky,
there is nothing but their two becomes one.

In the dawning daybreak her dreams are no more,
her lover returns to his wife.
She walks in silence past round, roughened rocks.
Recalls her night’s passion and cries.

Forgive me my love is her silent plea,
to the husband she says she still loves.
I can’t keep away from this tasty temptation,
I tried, I promise I tried.

Not good enough his astral voice roars,
you will suffer in silence you slut.
But even the threats of her husband in pain,
cannot keep her from her lover’s arms.

For such is the power of love and desire,
of cosmic-connective-completeness.
So she’ll live with her secret for the rest of her days,
and face her maker at heaven’s golden gate.

Never give up.

I am here to amuse you when you are bored,
I can make you smile when you feel low,
I will cuddle you closely when you are tired,
and nurture you when you are ill.

So come forward sweet man and walk into my space,
Let yourself be drawn in.
For I will use every tool at my disposal,
I will never give up.

I can focus your mind when you are feeling confused,
and feed you quite nicely when you are hungry.
Comfort you when you are hurt,
dance for you when your eyes sparkle with the needs of a man.

So come forward sweet man and feel my embrace,
Liberate us both,
For I will use magik as witches do.
I shall never give up on you.

When you are lonely I provide company,
When your mind seeks a challenge, I am your match.
When you are weary I will rescue you,
When you feel lost I will complete you.

So come forward sweet man and accept my grace,
Open your heart to our love,
For I will send energy through other realms to you,
I cannot give up, I choose us.

When you need a home, my arms are your shelter.
When you are cold, my body is your fire.
When you are unhappy my smile is your saviour.
When you feel alone I am always there.

Come forward sweet man to a beautiful place,
Remain in the flow of life.
For I will love you as no other could.
You are my life, hope and faith.

Jasmine.

She was wild, carefree, crazy some would say.
Red furred fury in a fireball fluff,
We loved her.

But nothing, but nothing, would calm her down.
Hyperactive, fast, loud, clumsy,
But we loved her.

When she had her young she calmed down a bit,
She adored her babies.
She was a good mother and put her litter before herself.

Named after the planets, her sons were a miniature of her.
Her daughters had tortoiseshell fur and were little copies of their grandmother.
They were all adorable.

Jasmine was beautiful.
All felines are but she was particularly lovely.
She had fire, spirit and energy.

When the speeding car put that fire out, everyone mourned.
Her loss was great.
The house, empty.

Her presence ever felt.
Her babies had already gone to their new homes.
But now I have a new little girl.

She is a watered down version in colour and ways,
but she reminds me of her.
A witchblade slice of mischief and a willowy stalker of prey.

She too, is beautiful.
Very rare they are, the ginger females.
Prolific breeders, good mothers, confident, wild and free.

Loving, responsive and affectionate.
Jasmine and Willow.
My ginger girls…..

Jasmine darling you will never be forgotten,
With your long flame fur and saucer blue eyes.
And while Missy Witchblade could never take your place.

I see you in her.
Maybe she is a reincarnation of you?
My rare, red furred feline.

I should be so lucky.

He is sensitive and deep.
Feeling, creative and kind.
He has the greatest capacity for love, tenderness and compassion.
How lucky would the woman be that he falls in love with…
She would have everything.

What woman could ask for more from a man?
He offers protectiveness, friendship and love.
Deeply romantic and so easily hurt….but he does not show it.
He protects his own heart with the same fierceness he would protect his woman.
How lucky would the woman be that he falls in love with…

He would be her best friend, her confidante, her protector,
He would love her intimately with tenderness and passion.
He would make her laugh with his intelligent wit and dry sarcasm.
He would fill her with glee with his childlike humour.
How lucky would the woman be that he falls in love with…

He has so much to offer as a person. The vastness of his personality is ever changing and surprisingly fresh.
There is always more to discover, new layers to uncover.
He is a vast mountain, a tiny stone.
He is a wise and strong man yet at the same time an innocent boy.
How lucky would the woman be that he falls in love with…

He is a feast for the eyes, such is his beauty.
A feast for the soul with energy of rippling water and slow burning fire.
A feast for the female such is his maleness…

How lucky would the woman be that he falls in love with.

How I wish that woman were me…………

Blade and Chalice.

Waiting in the coffee lounge.
Deep breaths.
Focus.
Balance.
I haven’t seen him for six weeks.


I check the time.
Five minutes.
I relax.
I breathe.
I centre myself.
It’s okay, everything is as it should be.
I am calm.

Suddenly he is there! My heart leaps in my chest and warm tingles spread around my heart chakra. Emotion and spiritual energy mingle together until they become one and the same, taking me by surprise.

I regain my composure and wonder if he sensed that leap in my heart?

I thank god for a lifetime of drama training as I walk by his side to screen one.

A moment of respite is granted me as he goes into the bathroom. I lean against the white wooden railings and take deep breaths again. The strange looks from passers by go barely noticed as I acknowledge the reactive opening of my heart centre at his presence.

Everything those in spirit have told me is true. Separation between us on the physical level has not ‘shut down’ the energy between us, only made it bounce back. Stronger.

Can we explain the connection between male and female? Are there words to express this divine energy we call love?
Chemical changes in the brain perhaps?

Talk to me oh Spirit……explain this reaction I have to him…..

It is but a small piece of the electro-magnetic energy we feel around us in spirit always. You are cut off from this continuous energy whilst in your human bodies. When female connects with male of equal energy, when like attracts like, then this universal energy can be felt by you. It is your own connection with the divine that you experience when you open your heart to another of like energy. Only with your human mirror can you experience this. For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. So it is with life and with people. This is the most powerful form of love humans can experience. But it is the love of the true self, the love of god, you experience when you love your human mirror.

He returns.
We take our seats in the auditorium.
My favourite actor graces the screen with presence, charm and talent. He brings to life every character he plays. His intelligence and charisma are spellbinding. Yet even he cannot pull me away from the pleasant distraction of the man sitting beside me.
How I want to touch him. Hold his hand. Rest my hand gently on his thigh. Stroke his hair. Lean my head against him with the comfort of his arm around my shoulders as I would have done. Before.

I try to focus on the film but I am powerfully aware of his nearness as we sit side by side. I’m on his left, he is on my right. I become aware of this as the characters in the film explain that this is the correct placement of male and female.
The female on the left.
The male on the right.
And I acknowledge the fact that we moved seats and were not sitting this way before.

The blade and chalice.
The holy Lord Jesus Christ and his twin flame love Mary Magdelene.
Sacred male and female.
Him and me.


The film is dear to my heart since reading the book and there is no one I would rather be watching this film with tonight than him.
Even if I never see him again (and I know I will) he is here now, watching truths unfold on the big screen, hidden behind the guise of Hollywood fiction.

The sacred feminine and her power cannot be underestimated. The patriarchal figure that is Christ portrayed is a falsehood to cost us dearly. Our spirituality is complete only when male joins with female.

I have learnt much since we have been apart, as has he it seems, as spirit told me he would.

I am a goddess as are all females. We walk our path of wise woman, of warrior of peace and we find ourselves through our men.

I made mistakes but have learnt from them. Mistakes when made only benefit us if they improve who we are.

I am his woman. His goddess. His feminine counterpart.
I love him with everything I have.
I am his.
He owns my heart, my soul and my body.
I was right to make my commitment to him, even when everything on the physical level suggests our union is over.

I remember the words spoken from spirit within those first few days after his leaving……….

You have work to do together.

When will this work be completed?

It is ongoing.

So great universe, I thank you for my lessons. I have learned from the pain and know it had to be like that.
I walk forward, with or without him, and embrace the challenges that are coming my way.

For there is much joy and many rewards when challenges are met head on. I will do the bidding of those in spirit who guide me, as I promised I would. I will do whatever I can to help humanity and the planet ascend to the next level of reality.

And I will hold him in my heart, cherish his energy around me and hold his beautiful image in my mind.

He is my true soul mate, my twin flame, of that I have no doubt. He will be with me always….

When I saw him, after six weeks apart, when I felt the orgasm of my heart, it was in that moment that I died. And went to heaven.

And in heaven I remain…………..

The Remark.

The remark.

By Petra McGuire


‘We should take a leaf out of our kids books!’ she remarked.
It stuck with me all day;
Bella had hugged the giant monkey.
All the four years of her life she’d been terrified of monkeys!

Jake went up on stage and addressed the audience, he spoke through a microphone!
Something a child on the autistic spectrum is petrified of.
Luke danced! He danced! Luke, so shy, clinging to his mother’s skirts.
He left her side and danced!

Each of the three children had accomplished something.
Let go of their fears.
‘We should take a leaf out of our kids books!’ she remarked.
She was right.


The other half of half-afraid opens many a door.

Brendan Kennelly.

Shoes in the charity shop

I saw them in the window and did a double take,
One of them was painted with pics of a kind of cake,
I wonder how long it took for that to take?
I love them, they’re gorgeous and utterly fake.

Little low heels and a pointed toe,
I don’t like high heels I prefer mine low,
They wouldn’t be practical for rain or snow,
But I could wear them to my sister’s show.

Which pair shall I buy, the blue or the pink?
My daughter will love em, she’ll want them I fink,
Well I’m not gonna be tied to the kitchen sink,
I’m gonna buy them and go out for a drink.

Charity shop shoes, they didn’t cost much.
And they’ll go just fine with my new pink clutch,
I’m out with my boyfriend we always go dutch,
well, he’s my mate, not quite a boyfriend as such.

I wonder what he’ll think of my new shoes?
I hope they won’t give him a case of the blues.
I feel so pretty in them I really can’t lose.
I’m so glad I found my charity shop shoes.

Orange Kangaroo

Dancing bare footed on the hill with my mouse,
Running through the woods to find the gingerbread house,
Cracked up and laughing yet you ain’t there,
A mystery ghost with a haunted stare.

I only popped ten yet I’m flying high,
Riding a magic carpet across the pink sky,
Holding your hand, stroking your hair,
But when I look again, you still ain’t there.

My mates say I’m sad to rely on this drug,
But it’s the only way I can give you a hug,
If you were with me I wouldn’t do it,
I made you a promise, I said I’d quit.

But I didn’t know you’d run out on me,
A week before our wedding so you could be free,
To live with a sailor with a tattooed chest,
One day you’ll discover I was your best.

So I’m left broken, an empty shell,
But when I’m on my little pills there’s so much to tell!
I dance, I sing, I jump and I run,
I make love with you under the warmth of the sun.

I fly with giant lizards and swim with the fish,
Basically anything I can wish.
But when I come down I sit and stare,
The truth hits again and you still ain’t there.

Poem of abundance

You can have anything you want;
Such is the power of the alchemist within.
Spiritual poverty need not be,
You have the winning lottery ticket, you are a billionaire.

Everything can come your way if you let it,
All possibilities flourish within the quantum void we call our universe.
Einstein knew this, Buddha and Jesus knew this.
You know it.

This is your ticket out of depression,
This is your queue to make whatever you want of your life,
Start on the first rung of that cosmic ladder,
And see how quickly you can climb to the top.

So you want to be a writer? You already are!
So you want to be an actor? You already are!
So you want to be in a fulfilling, loving and romantic relationship? You already are!
As you think, so you are.

What you resist will persist,
To quote from the great Carl Jung,
Master of dreams and consciousness.
Create your own reality.

Everything that exists on the higher levels,
Exists within the physical.
You just need to know how to draw these realities towards you,
Let go of fear it is your worst enemy.

Open your heart and soul to trust, faith and respect.
But project those qualities onto yourself,
As well as onto God for you are one and the same.
You are your own greatest teacher.

You are your own master and can have everything you need.
The secret is hidden within your own DNA.
Heal yourself, be strong.
And you will have everything you want.

There are such good things in life…
And they are so good.
Embrace them wholeheartedly.
Embrace them now.

Make happiness and love yours.
Make security and freedom yours.
Make material wealth and success yours.
Make satisfaction and excitement yours.

Visualise your goals,
Climb the cosmic ladder.
With gladness in your heart for all that is.
Embrace oh spirit your humanity.

White Flag

I know you think that I shouldn't still love you,
Or tell you that.
But if I didn't say it, well I'd still have felt it where's the sense in that?

I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder
Or return to where we were

I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be

I know I left too much mess and destruction to come back again
And I caused nothing but trouble
I understand if you can't talk to me again
And if you live by the rules of "it's over"
then I'm sure that that makes sense

I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be

And when we meet
Which I'm sure we will
All that was there
Will be there still
I'll let it pass And hold my tongue
And you will think That I've moved on....

I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be

I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be

I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be


DIDO

In the beginning when it was good........

I can't fight this feeling any longer.
And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow.
What started out as friendship,
Has grown stronger.
I only wish I had the strength to let it show.
I tell myself that I can't hold out forever.
I say there is no reason for my fear.
Cause I feel so secure when we're together.
You give my life direction,
You make everything so clear.
And even as I wander,
I'm keeping you in sight.
You're a candle in the window,
On a cold, dark winter's night.
And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might.
And I can't fight this feeling anymore.
I've forgotten what I started fighting for.
It's time to bring this ship into the shore,
And throw away the oars, forever.
Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore.
I've forgotten what I started fighting for.
And if I have to crawl upon the floor,
Come crashing through your door,
Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore.
My life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you.
I've been running around in circles in my mind.
And it always seems that I'm following you, girl,
Cause you take me to the places,
That alone I'd never find.
And even as I wander,
I'm keeping you in sight.
You're a candle in the window,
On a cold, dark winter's night.
And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might.
And I can't fight this feeling anymore.
I've forgotten what I started fighting for.
It's time to bring this ship into the shore,
And throw away the oars, forever.
Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore.
I've forgotten what I started fighting for.
And if I have to crawl upon the floor,
Come crashing through your door,
Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore.

REO Speedwagon

Daniel's Cats

Fluffy, furry big black bear. Squeak in the morning, tiny voice.
Paddy paws, slow pads, pretty old girl.
The first…the Lady of the bunch.
Daniel’s familiar.
Zoe Hawkwind.

Tabby and white gentleman of honour and fairness. The greatest friend, the kindest vibe, the most beautiful eyes. Gentle to humans yet a fierce monster to those baby birds. Leave the frogs alone! Don’t touch that snake slow worm looking thing please!
Sleeps in the day, plays at night. Always by Casper’s side.
Daniel’s baby.
Aztec Tomahawk.

Ginger Lion walking the yellow brick road, off to see the wizard.
Courage you lack like Dorothy’s Lion, yet fiery and fierce you look.
Eyes wide like puss in boots, flowers in your water might help.
Don’t be scared, we love you darling.
Daniel’s friend.
Casper Firefox.

Tiny little terror with the loudest vocals, goodness me don’t you ever shut up?
Hungry, hungry always hungry!
Bubbles’ baby, Angel’s niece…born in Crawley, tiny newborn kitten.
Tabby body and the oddest paws, some pink, some black, a magical cat.
Daniel’s Christmas Banana.
Sala Kayless.

And as for you young lady! Whatever shall we do with you?
Sink walking, sofa scratching, ornament breaking nightmare.
Pale ginger fur and the sweetest face.
Tuna fish wouldn’t melt in your mouth would it?
Crazy, childlike, manic machine.
Cuddles in the morning,
Meow under the quilt.
Operations a doddle, nothing fazes you!
Daniel’s princess.
Willow Witchblade.

Quest to Valdark Island

Jyma again felt the churning sickness within. This had been happening almost daily for the last month and Jyma had ignored the nagging doubts that had plagued her.

She hadn’t actually been sick but the nausea was unbearable, especially on first rising.

A sip of hot, sweet melba tea seemed to do the trick and settle her stomach for the rest of the day. The nausea returned, however, by eveningtide. Along with nausea came a constant urge to urinate, tender, swollen breasts and an absence of her monthly bleed. Add a little light headedness every now and then and these strange symptoms could mean one thing only. She was with child.

What could this mean for her planned expedition? Captain Blannerhigh would never allow the trip now, not with an heir to the Davener dynasty on the way.
Most women would be shamed if they produced an out-of-wedlock child but since her fiance’s disappearance things had changed drastically.

None of this changed the worries that Jyma was currently undergoing. Her thought were with the expedition and finding her one true love, her soul mate and not with the unborn child she carried, even though she guiltily admitted to herself that Crag would be the last person to authorise the expedition, especially if he knew she carried his child. Oh what was she to do?



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The ecstatic feeling that surrounded Jyma settled in her heart as easily as her new born son had settled in her arms.
The place was wonderful and it was something she had only every dreamed of. Who would believe there was such beauty to be found on these Islands?

The porch surrounded by rose bushes, the high ceilings in each room, cool blue tiled floors and matching marble fireplaces. She was in heaven.

Her own room was the cosiest place she had ever known and reminded her, ever so slightly, of her childhood room. Pink frilled bed linen with matching curtains at the little lead light window. The framed picture of her fiancé hanging over the bed gave her a strange feeling of comfort and sadness at the same time. Such conflicting emotions felt simultaneously were too much for the new mother and she carried her two week old son into his room.

‘Of course my darling you will sleep in with me for the first few months, but eventually, when you are little more independent and not waking so frequently for your night feeds, this room will be yours. '

It was a young boys dream. One's eyes were instantly drawn to the rocking horse in the corner which was beautiful and made from real horse hair. Same lead light windows as in her room but this time framed in blue.
Jyma gave a contented smile and rocked Robin gently.

‘You couldn’t be luckier little one with a lovely room like this.’

Maybe the greatest thing about the lovely old house was its grounds. You couldn’t quite call it a garden; it was more of a wood.

‘You could get lost in it,’ thought Jyma, ‘although hopefully that won’t happen. One person lost in the family is quite enough.’

Jyma looked to the huge tower atop the castle on the neighbouring Island; it could be seen quite clearly on a sunny day.

‘Is that where my love is?’ she asked herself.

A chill passed through her and she brushed the sense of foreboding that came with it, away.
She rushed back indoors to the comfort and safety of ‘Willow Hall’.

The search for paradise

I placed the eagle feather atop the snakeskin next to the tail of a salmon.

I call upon the creatures of the land to help me stay grounded.
I call upon the creatures of the sea to help me see.
I call upon the creatures of the air to help me understand.

I lit the red candle and put the brass tumbler to my lips. The warm liquid tasted bitter and unpleasant but I drank it in one go.

Naked, I climbed into the fur covered bed. The tent was cosy and everything seemed tinged with a red glow. I closed my eyes and let sleep claim me.

I was walking down a long cream coloured path. I was barefooted yet the ground seemed warm and cosy. The trees and flowers glowed a brighter colour than any I'd seen before. The silence rang loudly in my ears and I breathed deeply of the flowery scent in the air.

Be careful...

nagged witch Marria's warning words in my mind...

don't allow the sensations of the dreamworld to overpower you. You may never return to the real world if you do.

I fought against the intoxicating smells and headed for the huge golden pyramid in front of me. It was breathtaking. As I approached I could see an open doorway.

Beware if the place welcomes you too quickly.

A nagging feeling grew in the pit of my stomach.

No one will know the answers more than you. It is your dream. Focus your instincts, remember, you are from a long line of seers. The sight will not fail you Karren, not if you trust it.

Could I trust it? I focused with all my might but the doubts remained small and intangible.

Relax when you focus Karren. Don't try too hard.

I relaxed. Instantly the feelings grew from nagging doubts to overwhelming anxiety and foreboding. I knew then, with all that I possessed that this was not the right place.

'Begone illusion. I search only for truth.'

Stay calm at all times girl, else you will awaken before you discover anything of import.

The majestic pyramid disappeared, leaving in it's place a tumbledown shack of old logs, not unlike the treehouse my elder brother made us all those years ago. Yet the treehouse held so many wonderful, childhood memories for me. The feeling of happiness started deep in my belly and grew quickly into euphoria. This was the place! This tumbledown shack had about as much grandeur as a pigsty yet love beamed from it's very core. I understood what Marria meant now when she warned me of the false paradise.

Never take anything on face value in the dreamworld. Listen to your inner feelings over the physical senses . Only the pure of heart will find their way.

The pyramid had been amazing in it's richness and grandeur, yet the simplicity of the shack was far more magical.

Suddenly an eagle swooped down from no-where. I gasped when it spoke to me.

'I am Kreutzet. I am the guardian of paradise. I have three questions to ask of you and only if you answer all three correctly will you be permitted entry.'

Here it was. The test.

The test will only ever contain answers you already know. The questions cannot go beyond your own subconscious.

'Who is Inari?' he asked. This one was easy. Witch Marria and Father Drayne had taught me well.

'He is the rice god of Japan' I answered boldly.

'Correct,' squawked Kreutzet.

'Which type of vampire has the head of an animal, the claws of a bird and the horns of a goat?'

Vampire studies was one of my least enjoyable subjects yet I had learned their folklore well. I pictured the horned, animal headed vampire he spoke of.

'The Utukku.' I replied.

'Again correct.'

I beamed. I was doing well.

'How many dimensions can humans access?'

I groaned inwardly. Science was never my best subject. There were twelve dimensions in all but as we lived in a three dimensional world most humans could only access three of them. Of course there were the seers like myself and my grandmother who could access the fourth dimension. I opened my mouth to say four, then stopped suddenly and remembered witch Marria's words once again.

Most seers communicate with the fourth dimension. But there are a few humans who are permitted access to the dimension above that one. In this dimension resides the guides of spirit. Humans need to access the key of light before they are granted access to this dimension.

I had my answer.

'Five,' I replied, 'Humans can access five dimensions even whilst in a three dimensional body.'

' Well done. All three correct answers. You are therefore granted access to paradise. The answers to every question you could ever ask await you and you will be able to create your own reality. There are clues everywhere. Use your time in paradise well, for it is short. Your mission is to uncover the truth to existence and to have fun along the way. Much luck to you Karren.'

The door to the little shack opened before me, excitedly I walked through. I had waited so long for this moment. As I walked through the door I no longer felt the floor beneath my feet and I felt as though I was floating. I was warm and cosy. Horror crept into my heart as I took in my surroundings, the red glow, the almost burned out candle, the walls of the tent around me. I was back in the waking world! I had been cheated! Where were the answers now? What did this mean? Slowly the truth dawned upon me. I now realised. I knew. I looked up to see witch Marria smiling at me from the doorway of my tent.