Beyond the veils

The earth beckons within it’s silent wisdom,

the sky calls to the winds of storm,

the fire of creation, dance’s and sing’s to spirit,

wilst the oceans swirl and murmurs  distant calls.


I have nothing to offer but my soul,

I having nothing to offer but my heart,

I have nothing to offer but my mind,


These are less than you deserve,

these are more than you deserve,

these are beyond the veil of common darkness,

standing atop a mountain within the light of a beacon,

for those who dare enter the rhealm of awakenings.


I am the veil of the sun,

I am the veil of the moon,

I am the veil of passion’s embrace,

I will never be a temple of despair,

for I fly with the birds and dream with the stars,

I am hidden, a vessel of creation within time and space.


nine x courage

Courage to dream & take a stand,

Courage to have faith from beyond our lands,

Courage to take a chance, Courage to embrace,

Courage to fly over distances, vast,  with clumsy grace,

Courage to seize with one hand, while destiny stands as a blindman.

We take our courage and hold it to heart,

the rythem of our true shelves, can never be left in the dark,

We stand as Lions within our Courage,

lonely and fierce, and the Courage we hold

is a shield waiting to be pierced. 21/01/14.

Here be dragons at the edge of my thoughts, in the

month of January, cold & dark, envelloped  in the

contemplation others have shadowed  and

illuminated for the past year.

 “Here be dragons” means dangerous or

unexplored territories, at the edge of the maps
of experience and at the edge of the realms of

awakenings, this is a space for my words, set in

motion with poems, thoughts, prayers to chart my

own reason, for my own spiritual journeys and if

the words reasonate within the candle of another,
then truth has been given fire and the dragon is


A new year 2015 ***keep hold of the fire and release the ashes of the old

Positive Magick 2015*********

Renewal 2014.

How does a tree respond to war, famine and despair.
Trees do not participate in violence or war they are observers,
sentinels of quiet reflection and providers of serenity towards
the inner sanctums of truth, love and spiritual light.

When a tree is dying the despair it feels is a quiet whisper that
gently fades towards new realities and the potential rebirth of new
possibilities, the body of a tree left behind in the soil of the earth
generates an endless magick of creation, birth and renewal.

Those who choose to open their consciousness to the Sacred natural
world and to trees will be open for divine miracles within themselves
and towards others.

May the roots you grow be deep and strong, may the path you choose be
open to magick and rebirth, may you flower and bear fruit to touch the sky
and fill the hearts of all, who come forth to know you in loving joy. 07/01/2015.

Comment un arbre répondre à la guerre, la famine et le désespoir.
Les arbres ne participent pas à la violence ou à la guerre, ils sont des observateurs,
sentinelles de réflexion tranquille et les fournisseurs de sérénité vers les cénacles
de la vérité, l’amour et la lumière spirituelle.

Quand un arbre vas mourir le désespoir qu’il se sent est un chuchotement calme qui se
estompe doucement vers de nouvelles réalités et la renaissance potentiel des nouvelles possibilités, le corps d’un arbre laissé dans le sol de la terre génère une magie sans fin de la création, la naissance et le renouvellement .
Ceux qui choisissent d’ouvrir leur conscience au monde naturel sacré et les arbres du grand Divin
seront benit par les ouvertures de ses miracles sacree du divins en eux-mêmes et envers les autres.

Que les racines que vous cultivez soie profonde et forte, que le chemin que vous choisissez soie ouvert à la magie et la renaissance, que vos idees et vos gestes porte fleur et fruits en profusion pour toucher le ciel et remplir les cœurs de tous, qui viennent de suite à vous connaître en lumiere d’amour et d’amitier. 01/07/2015.

The heart speaks in ribbons of love, beauty and ecstacy
when shared with souls of equal harmony, like petals flowing in a stream
of endless posibilities.


The mountains rise to kiss the sky and

the heavens blush with the stars of the

night, the valleys sing throught the

flowing streams, caressing the land and

all is blessed as the earth unfolds within

her loving embrace. Cherish love and life

the most sacred source of divine being.

As the wheel turns November 2014***

Can you see the starlite hidden within many lifetimes of the sacred,
all the magick is hidden, only those who are awakened to the
glistening depth of the soul can see, through the eyes of the blessed
a doorway awaits, as stars swirl in a celestial sky of dreams,
magick unfolds for the worthy, who can touch the heaven’s beyond
the mundane surface of common dreams.


Pouvez-vous voir dans la nuit de l’ame,
les etoiles de la vie sacré,
toute la magie
est cacher, seuls ceux qui sont éveillés
à la profondeur
de l’esprit scintillante
peuvent voir.

La creation, lumiere et l’amour divine
attend fleurir pour le
guerrier illuminer.

A travers des yeux au ciel ensorceler, une
porte attend s’ouvrir,
comme des étoiles
tourbillonnent dans un cieux céleste de rêves,

la magie se dévoile pour les esprits sacrer
qui peuvent toucher au
coeur de la Deisse
en amour et profondeur, cela exist seulement

au-delà des esprits et des reves communs.

Never surrender to the abyss.

 Share your lite, give of your lite and be a candle for others.