Tuesday, July 30, 2013

The unfair Maiden.

A tale for Druid Searles O'Dubhain, Bard of Olden ways and Days

The unfair maiden daughter of the King. Cried every night to her father to fix the mirror as it showed unbeautiful.

The King called on the best Wizards of the land, paid gold out of hand.

Yet none could fix the mirror or make the maiden stop crying.

At last the frustrated Father first and than King said the awful words to the High Court.

Go to the Darkest Woods bring me the the Dark Druid. Tell him I will pay the Blood price!

Fear and cries sweep through the court like fire on a dry summer day.

But Lord we and not at War and what if he brings the Fae?

Yes my Heart is at War, I have Lost and now must pay!

So the bravest or perhaps stupidest was ordered to be on his way.

On the next Dark Moon he returned with the Dark Druid in all black with cowl even hiding his face away.

Straight to the King he was taken and all court ordered away.

Quietly the King told of his love and of his woe .

 Of all the wise ans Wizards that tried and failed.

What price to make her happy I will pay plus what I owe.

Warlock you owe me your life as you betrayed me so long ago.

I know said the King with a tearful moan.

Make my Daugher happy and I will pay the price at Black Rock.

Come the next Dark Moon as it was in days of old.

I own and give you my Soul.

The Dark Druid stood up straight and tall for one so unknown old.

Threw back his Cowl and with a loud and laughing howl

Old Friend Old Fool how can you pay with what you do not have.

Your Soul is her's and she has it in heart of hearts.

But seeing your heart is broken I take that as payment and soon will depart.

Take me now to said maid that I may fix her with the magick from the wind.

And right away the King took him to her bed chambers where she cried her nights away.

Oh she gasp Dark Druid and fell to her knees.

For all knew the tales of him the war and her Father King so so long ago.

Leave us now oh King for none but she my see my Magick and still  live as you well know.

Quickly the King retreaded past her Oaken door and by its self it did close.

As the King soiled his Royal Robes.

Now with a strangely hypnotic yet gentle voice, the Druid ask.

Child what seon the in the Metal Mirror that gives you oh such woe?

And she told him of her beauty that the metal mirror would never show.

With a smile he when to the mirror hanging on the stone wall so cold.

Put his Left palm on its center and began the chants of words so old.

From the time before men could speak and Ice covered all the Land.

Every fire and candle went out and cries of fear rang out across the Castle Grand.

Then it was done and all relit, a hush filled the Castle's land.

Now the mirror was of Blackest Oak, the copper meer dust on the floor like shining golden sand.

Look into the Mirror of the Fae the Druid did demand.

I see nothing its dark she cried and began to tear.

Look again close your eyes that you may may see what is really here.

So she did and gasp in delight as see saw her inner beauty with her new found inner sight.

And she cried oh thank you great Druid for I know now true beauty is in my soul.

A miracle you have shown me this stang and Magick night

.And as the dark moon came the Dark Druid quietly walked of of sight.


(c) George King July 30, 2013

Sunday, July 28, 2013

What are some of our old and new Druid ways

George Leslie Verge ask the Question

>>What current practice that is a part of your Druidic spirituality do you think is the closest to what our ancient ancestors may have done as well? Why do you think your suggested practice stood the test of time? — at Salty Dogs Homestead.<<

Some random or answers of mine.

 Walking The Ley and Willing The Way

 Use of Psycho-Bardic speak (D.S. or Druid Speak) to teach and triggered deeper Right Hemispheric Brain connections and memorizing activation and retriggering of related ideas and symbols.

 Climate control at a Psychic Level.

 Treating the Goddesses and Gods with respect but at a level of Peers, not slaves.

 Sheeple guidance and patience with the Human Condition.

Helping not psychic folks understand Death and Summerland.

 Keeper and sharer of both Old and New knowledge and Wisdom.

Planter of Acorns both here and in the Astral.

 Friend and Defender of the Fae.

Finding traces of the Spirit of the Ancient Oak in the Souls of others and helping them reawaken it to reconnect to  the Oak's Way. TDK

As to why?

The Words of the Rhyme speak across the sea of time.
But to see the Sea one must travel to the Shore as it was and  will  be Ever-More. TDK

A general note I believe these I have mentioned and those of others mention to be very common, among the very deverios Greater Druidia but perhaps just not often put into words.

Moon Rising

Druid Way, Fae, Gods. Goddess, Ley, Oak, Summerland, Bardic Speak, Druid Speak

Thursday, July 25, 2013

Simple Pleasures:

I spend a few minutes tonight doing something few in our hectic Factory made Food World have ever experienced. A few may remember and some Blessed may still do.

What was this wonderful oh so simple experience?

Slicing up a loaf of Janice's homemade all organic sour dough starter Bread.

Five minutes wasted many may say.

No five minutes blessed thinking of Mother Nature and the great blessing plants bring us all.

No five minutes wishing all could have all they need to eat, and in not also be GMO poison.

Five minutes giving thanks for our Daily Bread!

Some Druids worship No Gods or Goddesses, fear neither them, Demons or Death.

Yet we walk the true Ley with the Old Ones.

Sing with the Fae along the way.

Listen on the wind for the Wisdom of the Ancient Oak.

Bless and give Blessings for our Daily Bread.

Moon Rising

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Monday, July 15, 2013

Shades of Awen

"Awen The Dew of The Soul" tdk

I have often found that Awen comes into one's life in three basic shades.

Awen of Sky.

The Awen that hunts and finds you.
Even on the clearest day it can strike the mind with Lighting force or like gentle rain. Giving one a dumbstruck daze or unexpected Ah ha.

The Awen of Sea.

This is the Awen of chance.
This Awen is of random and often rare finds that brings lost wisdom and ideas across the seas time and space to wash like driftwood onto the shores of your mind.

The Awen of Earth.

This is the Awen that you call upon when in need or desire.
Using the mind's sharp shovel to dig for treasures and truths buried in the Earth that are always there. But hidden deep and hard to find.

Moon Rising

TDK / The Druid King

Copyright George King July 15, 2013

The Druid and the Child

The Druid and the Child.

An old Druid was ask once long ago by a young person what the meaning of life was, should he become famous and remembered and so many other questions of youth.

He smiled and said walk with me for a day.

Ok I will gather supplies the young said.

No said the old Druid just a ember pot for the fire.

So off into the forest they went. Soon the young said I am hungry and the old Druid smiled as he headed for a very old large Oak tree . Taking off his worn cloak he said gather small fallen branches and dry leaves and put them in my cloak and it was done. Then he showed the young one how to select the best acorns and they gather a large number. All was rolled up in the cloak.

Now they went to a small spring were the old Druid reached in a took out some rocks. One was a bit bowl shaped another seemed to fit right in it and the last was thin and flat.

Then he went to an old fire circle and took out a hand full of ashes. Remembered he said with a chuckle, blew the ashes out of his hand into the wind. Who remembers the wind child?  Now he said bring the ember pot as he unrolled his cloak and stated preparing a fire with careful selection of twigs and leaves in layers.

Taking the pot he dropped in the still hot embers and gently blow the fire to life.

Then he said to the child select the best three acorns from the rest and it was done. Save these he said. Now he showed the child how to cut the lightest part of each acorn off and put into the bowl shaped rock . Tossing the rest to a near by bird that was singing in the bush. Waste not but share he said.

As the fire was going good now he put the flat rock on top of it and said each thing has its place and use.

Then he showed how to grind the acorn bits into a fine flour and said somethings but be transformed to our needs.

Then with a full of spring water he made a simple batter and put the acorn cakes on the now hot stone to cook. Patience he said as they waited for them to be well done one side.

Use care he said as he turned them with a odd old stone knife he had. Soon they were done and as soon as they cooled both ate. Take only what you need he said.

Now he handed the child the empty ember pot and said save the biggest and hottest coal you can from the ashes of the dying fire.

Keep the spark alive for tomorrow he said as he put out the fire and put the stones back into the spring. Leave nature as you found it he said.

Picking up his cloak and telling the child to bring the ember pot and the three best acorns with them as they headed back. Along the way he pointed to old and fallen trees that they had passed on there way. Stopping to plant and acorn in each spot he said observe and help when you can for you are the God of the future.

Now they were back to childs village as night began to fall . Any questions he ask of the wise young child. The child's eyes turned bright with Awen and said Master for I am you anew.

Smiling the the old Druid said in a loud voice this child is your Druid now I shall not walk this way again. Then after slipping the stone knife in the child's small hands he put this cloak over the young shoulders turned back to the dark woods and was never seen again.

Moon Rising

(c) George King 2013

Part 2 :  http://thedruidking.blogspot.com/2014/02/more-of-druid-and-child-irons-magick.html

Awen ask not if pen ready, candle lite or paper at hand. TDK

Saturday, July 6, 2013

TDK's Recommended Children's Books for Young and Young at Heart 001

TDK's Recommended Children's Books for Young and Young at Heart 001

Our little Irish cousin (1904) By Mary Hazelton Wade
A delightful read and introduction to late 1800s life of the poor in Ireland.

And a nice introduction to some of the Druid and Fae tales plus the horrors and injustice Ireland has endured since the lost of its Druids and Kings. Yet in a way that could be shared with a young child.

Moon Rising