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The Tiny Tigerish Tale of the Tuirgente
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Brightest
Blessings
of
The Tuatha de Danann!
May
the Sidhe Bless Thee
&
The Water-Fey Love Thee!
May
The Catti-Tribe Protect Thee!
May
All Manner Of Loving Fey
Surround
Thee
With
Mother Nature's Beauty.
A Work
In Progress:
(This
Maytide meditation will hopefully be turned into a rhyming song,
to help
folks memorize the Ballad & thus learn the inspirations.
Please
enjoy it like a imagining meditation for now.
Just relax
& imagine it is you in the Emerald Green Forest)
A
Tale of One Fine Green Day of May
The
Tiny Tigerish Tale of the Tuirgente
The Fae's
Green Man lovingly peeks
his face
out of the Emerald Forest Isle's
Sacred Grove
of Trees to smile at you.
Greenery
frames his gentle, handsome face.
You stop
to smell a flower & for a few seconds
you catch
a glimpse of a tiny Water-Sprite
playing in
the dewdrops of the blossoming rosebuds.
The singing
of the Birds carries an
enchanting
melody through the air.
We sing poetic
enchantments, *teinm laegda*.
The poetic
songs of the *Filidh de Danann* ring out.
Wondrous
answers are revealed.
A Butterfly
flutters by you & timeless memories
of your soul's
tuirgen are reawakened within you
& come
flooding back to you.
A gentle
breeze caresses you & you are overwhelmed
with a complete
feeling of joy & love for Mother Nature
& all
her creatures great & small.
Buíochas
le Dánu!
You sense
your three inner cauldrons of inspiration
illuminated
full of joy,
the nurturing
warmth of your
*Coire Goiriath*
in your warming womb/belly,
the awareness
of the creative gifts
of for your
heartfelt *Coire Ermae* fully delighting
the psychic
emotions in your heart.
Ahhh.. the
joys of *imbas forasna*
the energy
of ancestral traditions of *fith-fath*
fill the
air. Fith-Fath. Fith-Fath. pitter-pat, pitter-pat
*tarbh feis*!
goes our spirit-vision flights.
*Da shealladh*!
Second sight! Second sight!
Ahh...the
wisdom in *dichetul do chennaib*
as you touch
a little feather in the grass,
then touch
your finger to your lip knowingly.
Ahhh.....the
joys in *teinm laegda*
as you enchantingly
sing your poetic song
over the
little owner of the feather,
which you
thus located... fallen in the grass.
Singing enchantments,
until she
rises & takes to the sky
with renewed
life vigour
her lost
soul fragments returned to her.
She is whole!
she is healed
& joins
you in the melody
with her
delightful bird songs.
As heartfelt
joy has turned your creative cup,
*Coire Ermae*
upward with
creative enlightenment
toward your
head held spirit wisdom cup,
*Coire Sois*,
which is
filling with the knowledge
of spirit's
inspirations of universal love
& thus
tips it's face upwards
towards the
sky above you.
You now feel
the harmony within
your *triptych
Anam*.
The harmony
of your
1.) *cárbhaddh*-Trust
of the Soul
2. *creideamh*-The
Heart's Consent, or Belief
3. *Iris*-the
mind's pledge, or faith
Your spiritual
wholeness within becomes
full of your
soul's life vigour
when these
three are as one,
then there
is true strength and power
within the
*coich anama*,
or soul-shrine,
as the body is termed..
As i touch
my now tiny tigerish paw to my lips
a landscape
of wonderment is revealed.
I purrr my
enchanting melody in harmony
with yours
& our new found bird friend.
I lap up
some faery wine you have set out,
i cover myself
with the blanket of greenery
you have
weaved & laid out for me.
A kind of
lacto-eggo-vegetarians'
kind of *tarbh
feis* or *taghairm*. ;o) wink
For no bull,
nor stag,
nor any wild
or domestic creature
was asked
to forfeit their body or life's blood
for the making
of your potion.
What a gentle
*taibhsear* are thee.
Dare i say,
what kind-hearted *Filidh* are we.
And me, still
no less free in this tiny tigerish body,
than i was
in another life as your happy lively mate.
A mhuirnín
dílis! It's good to see you again!
You hold a
looking-glass up before me
& i am
surprised to see,
i am not
a giant tiger i fancied myself afterall,
but rather
a wee Lynx like kit here sitting with thee.
Well,
some things don't change.
As i recall,
when we knew each other both in human forms,
you were
always kind enough to let me fancy myself
a little
grander than i was back then too. ;o)
Duine á
rá agus Beandía á dhéanamh!
How we adored
one another. A rún mo chroí!
What a fine
companion you were.
A chuisle
mo chroí! purrrrrrr
For i drank
your faery wine made from the milk of a cow
the unfertilized
egg of a hen, the honey of the bees,
some nectar
gathered by a hummingbird & a butterfly,
a sprinkle
of Faery Dust & an Enchanted Emerald
& your
secret herbs soaking within
you let drop
in a burning ember of sage.
It bubbles
out. Fire & water...fire & milk.
Yummy! i
lap it up eagerly
as you &
birdie sing over me.
i purrr-purrr-purr
in harmony.
I smell the
sweet incense of your burning wand
of sweet
grass, sage & cedar
as you wave
it rhythmically towards my feline face.
A gentle
reminder of how much the shamanka
of many lands
share. Fire & Water, Earth & Air.
Land, Sky,
Sea!
Spirit &
Soul! Fith-fath! Fith-Fath! Fith-Fath!
The rushing
sound of the waterfall seems to
join our
melodious enchantment.
Is that a
water-sprite i glimpse playing in the water,
or am i already
in a trance or dreaming?
I purr some
more & as i drift off into dreams.
I dream of
a Butterfly Winged Fae Queen.
Are Her wings
like unto a tiger-butterflys',
while your
Faery Double's wings
are like
unto a Monarchs'? hmmmmm..
i travel
through delightful Fey Realms
with my Faery
Double,
before returning
full of discovery.
Memories
of my soul's *tuirgen*
come flooding
back to me.
The circuit
of births my soul has been journeying
(a birth
that passes from every nature into another),
with my Anams'
transmigrations,
has delighted
my soul with such visual wonders
as to render
their record virtually ineffable
via my now
tiny-tigerish utterances.
How many
lives have i known you Dear?
I can not
count them all so quickly as it floods me.
But the triptych
of my soul remembers!
This same
precious soul that is i,
now animating
this tiny tigerish body.
I too now
feel joy & love for you,
Mother Nature
& all her creatures,
flora &
fauna.
We have awakened
to joy!
We have met
many times before
on our souls'
*tuirgente*.
*Da shealladh*!
Ahhh the *second sight*
we both had
in that incarnation,
where we
befriended one another so quickly
on our beloved
"Isle of Destiny",
our Éire
of long ago.
Do you remember
the mischief it got me into
that day
after our visit to The Isle of Skye,
when i let
slip out about Caer McNéill's
co-walking
*coimimeadh* & her hubby
overheard
me & quite misunderstood. ;o)
We live &
learn my dear friend,
live &
die & are born again.
Thankyou so
much for sharing
this lively
& beautiful spring day
with me in
our Emerald Grove.
A mhuirnín
dílis! We shall surely meet again anew.
Le cúnamh
Danu!
When this
incarnation is through,
i'll meet
you in The Realms of Fey,
then whisper
our secret names
& i'll
remember to cherish you.
purrrrrrrrrr-purrrrrr-purrrrrrr
A Chiste
Agus a Stór!
Beannachtaí na Beandía Danu!
Beanachtaí
geal daoibh.
Móran
Taing-Slán go fóill- & Wado!
flowerfey (c)99
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The
descendants of Divine Dánu,
The
Tuatha de Danann,
became
"The Old Gods & Goddesses of Ireland".
They
are now often loved & celebrated & honored
as
the "Fey Folk", "The Gentry", "The People of Peace"
&
known by many other secret names or code names.
It
is important to speak highly of them.
They
can hear everything.......
