Little eagles, little eagles
Send your docile girls
We welcome them most happily
Their weak minds we’ll unfurl
We will set them free unto the wind
And let their spirits soar
Because really, you have to admit – your rules make you a bore?
Us shadow creatures know all the fun that their spirits do implore
So go ahead and send them, why not send some more?
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Last night I finished a book called “A Monster Calls” by Patrick Ness, I won’t say this is a review per se because it really isn’t – but I would say it is more of a little chat about the characters.
I felt that this book was a huge tear jerker, it certainly got my eyes watering in parts – as for the monster, well to me the monsters in this book aren’t what you think they are, I think this book has a moral and that is “not everything is as it seems and don’t judge a book by its cover” you will misinterpret at the very beginning who the monster/monsters are, trust me, you will only find out in the ending chapters the truth of who the monster really is.
Because it is a twisty turning fabulous book, I won’t give you any spoilers other than what I have already said.
Now, about the characters, the main character is a boy named Conor who is going through a huge amount of trauma at the age of thirteen – but I am more interested in mentioning the supposed monster that comes to visit him at 12:07 every night – why skip the main character? Because he is just a human boy going through a bad time and I am more interested in the fantasy aspect of this book rather than the realism of it. The so-called monster is nothing more than a big brash ancient yew tree that comes alive like an ent from middle-earth to basically have a chat with the young boy and tell him a few stories. I loved this about the book because in the past ten years I have thought off and on about writing a novel about a tree that comes to life as well based on the Germanic folklore of the wood wives, the wood wives according to legend are beautiful female spirits of the forest who are also vampiric, basically vampiric faeries who turn into trees and bring trees to life amongst other things; I am also interested in the yew tree because it is very similar to the avenging birch tree from the short movie “The Birch” which again I believe could have been inspired by the ancient Germanic legend, the wood wives.
So if avenging wrathful trees are your thing, you know what to look out for. I got this book from the library but I have bought a copy along with the DVD from Ebay because I just find it absolutely fabulous! The movie stars Liam Neeson and Sigourney Weaver.
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Mermaid
Yes today is the 5th day of Inktober and as you can see I have chosen a mermaid for my theme of the day!
Everybody knows what a mermaid is, but do you know what they are really like?
They aren’t what you see in Disney movies according certain world folklore and that’s for sure! They don’t go around singing at mortals and wishing they were humans and fall in love you know, well actually they do sing at mortals and when they do it’s a sign you really should block your ears and get out of that ocean and according to some legends, they do sometimes fall in love with mortals too, but it’s not all pearls and coral – oh no!
Mermaids from Ireland were called Merrows and they were supposed to be ugly creatures, with green hair, scales, and claws and were evil critters by all accounts. They had a penchant for falling in love with beautiful human men and would often kidnap them to take them into the sea to drown them so their spirit could live with them in the other realm or they would take on the appearance of a beautiful human woman and breed with him on land and disappear with or without her offspring and the groom.
In Russia they have the Rusalka which can be either benevolent or evil depending upon the individual, you could never tell what a Rusalka would be like if you saw one, so it was best to keep away from them. It is thought they were the spirits of young girls who were horrendously killed or had violent accidents, if their death was caused by a rape and a murder it was said that those would be evil spirits to men, as any man who goes near her in her transformed self would be garrotted to death by her long hair! Sometimes women who are in danger would become protected by the Rusalka from any man nearby who is about to harm her!
The Fin Folk of Norway and the Orkney Islands were often considered using humans as slaves and they only way to escape them were to throw coins of silver into the sea to distract them as they loved silver a lot!
So, the next time you think that mermaids are sweet endearing ladies of the sea, with shrill beautiful voices and you fancy taking your chances to get romantically involved with one – think again!
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copyright 2016 Tina Cousins
I had a conversation with a tree today.
The tree told me about the deforestation that his friends were experiencing in some parts of the forest.
He told me that this didn’t bother him much, you see, you have to see the positives of life; that even in death, there is everlastingness.
I asked him what he meant and he explained that nothing that dies is wasted, not truly. Even in death you have your uses, you are needed, and you still exist.
I asked about spirits and reincarnation to him, but he simply replied, perhaps, but there is more to it than that.
Take me, for instance, said the tree. When the woodcutters come to claim my life, I may still have my roots to keep me alive, but if that isn’t to be the case, you must think. What do the woodcutters make from me? Wood to burn to enhance their life for a few hours so they do not freeze to death in winter? Then I become ashes and what becomes of those ashes? Those ashes are still a part of the wonderful circle of life; I become potash for various floras, bringing life into this world, simply by my dying.
I sat fascinated and watched the wind rustle his leaves, too in awe to speak.
The tree continued on with his explanation, with patience and love. I am made into paper, for your journal, enriching the lives of humans by whatever the pages contain within, a store of knowledge, a canvas for art, a visual guide to places you may never have a chance to go to if it weren’t for me.
If not a book then shelves to put them on or I might become the chair that you sit in to read those books, or the bed that you lie in to dream about those books and art pieces.
I may become part of the tools that cut my friends down, giving them a new lease of life and usefulness.
When I am gone and I am cut down, homes may be built in place of where I stood. Perhaps farms will develop here and feed the world? Or perhaps my offspring will grow in my place?
Death is not the end, but it is the beginning of new things.
As to the subject raised earlier, yes, I do believe in spirit and I believe that with the spirit of nature everything is eternal; it just depends on your perception of it; of course, most people’s perceptions about it are wrong.
They cloud themselves up in the dark negativity of everything, which they don’t allow themselves to see the light and what a positive thing it can be.
I thanked the tree for his insight and went home to write this for you.
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You’re sweet as wine says the divine
You’ll excel you shall
I do not know what they mean
But I thank them and to them I hail
You are a wonder says the divine
You’ve done better things than planned
I try to know what they mean and my life I carefully scan
Do not think too much says the divine
You will see one day
That you are valued more than that of which that you can weigh
I am pleased by what I hear, but I am still unsure
The divine ones told me if I wait, I’ll see many exits and many a door
My perceptions of dark and light are only unique to me
Some things that I find good, might be bleak to thee
But whether they are good or bad, they are my perceptions only
Do we really want to cause a fuss on opinions that could make us lonely?
Nay I say, but will you too?
Are you bothered by thoughts when you haven’t yet a clue?
This is a song in progress, I will add more to it another time but at the moment it’s a little hard to concentrate when your 3yr old is running a temperature and is tetchy about everything. I think this is going to be a great song, I have the tune in my head and everything and it’s really frustrating that I don’t have Cu-base anymore to help me put it down in music – as I’ve said numerous times before I can’t read or write music.
I don’t know why but when I thinking about this song I was thinking of at least two singers who’d it fits vocally. Those were Ed Sheeran and maybe Gotye, I know if this song ever got sold that it might not be those who’ll sing it, but I think it would suit their voice. Even Lady GaGa might like this as an Earth awareness album someday? But who knows, I think she does better when she writes her own stuff anyway.
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I was floating above my shell last night
About to travel to the world of my dreams
But then I stopped
I don’t know why
It’s frustrating that I do not fly into that other realm
Maybe it’s because the idea overwhelms?
Oh is it real? I can’t tell
But I know it’s a place that’s put me under its spell
Maybe they’ll call me tonight or maybe not?
I hope so; to me it means a lot
Though I worry that it’s not all real
That a game is being played
I sometimes think that way and I shouldn’t
But I think I’m mentally frayed
Well one day I shall know
And if it’s real my happiness will overflow
But if it’s not, then my soul will die
Because for many years this place has made me cry
For I want to go home
I want to go home to my paradise
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There is something missing in my life
My soul it endlessly cries
For what is missing it doesn’t quite know
But my essence is slowly losing its glow, but why?
My heart aches for something unknown
My dreams aren’t fulfilled anymore
I need to know what my soul is yearning
But the knowledge to me has a closed door
I hope the key to its lock is turning
For my soul feels like it’s endlessly burning
Though it knows not what for
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Snatched by the nanny, yes I remember that the family servant ran off with me like a rat
I will always remember the last day I was with them and the night I knew so well
The strange visits that used to happen, she thought she had me under a spell
But those memories never ceased but grew, will you stop sending me the darn flu?
I want to know why you did it? And why you’re intent in breaking my spirit?
Did you know me in another life, is that why you’re held bent in causing me strife?
Just to let you know, I now hold the knife
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There is a fat moon tonight
Everything shines so bright
A glitter of stars across the sky
Quietness has come, I hear not a sigh
Midnight will be special tonight
A magical moment will fill us with light
A joy to be hold when the clock strikes twelve
And into the spirit world, people will delve
Finding their fantasies coming to life
In this fascinating world of nightlife
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