How beautiful they are – The lordly ones – Who dwell in the hills, – in the hollow hills. They have faces like flowers – And their breath is the wind – That blows over summer meadows – Filled with white clover.
Their limbs are more white – Than shafts of moonshine: They are more fleet – Than the March wind. They laugh and are glad – And are terrible: When their lances shake and glitter – Every green leaf quivers.
How beautiful they are, – How beautiful, – The lordly ones – In the hollow hills.
I would go back – To the Country of the Young, – And see again the lances of the Shee, As they keep their hosting – With laughing cries – In pale places – Under the moon.
– Mider’s song by Fiona Macleod, The Immortal Hour.
The closing of the third eye
Elva Thompson – Science tells us that 90% of our DNA codes are not accessible to our awareness, and as my readers will know this ‘loss’ has fascinated me for quite a while. The hijacking of a huge part of our awareness would explain why we cannot access our spiritual 6th and 7th chakras. Our energetic sensors have been de-activated, and as a result, we have lost contact with our multi-dimensional consciousness and the elemental worlds. Elemental worlds that belong to us…