Dragon Dream

Dragon Dream

I see a dark form in the night sky
Is it a Dragon? A real dragon that fly's there! 
flying, low above the forest 
In the sky swooping down then
soaring high above in the evening sky 
Mighty leathery wings drumming in the air.
So awe stricken am I, as I watch 
in amazement, this magnificent creature
from a time long gone.

How could this be I ask, 
to no one in particular, 
The only response forthcoming 
was the rhythmic beat, from the dragons wings.
I could see it now outlined against 
the darkening sky of late eve  

Dust blowing everywhere, in my eyes. 
Whipping dust from my eyes, 
I see a magnificent dragon alight 
but a few feet from me
A Gigantic shadow, settles to the ground
then looked at me quizzically 
And quite possibly playfully as well.
Hard to tell with a dragon 
in the deepening darkness of late eve.

It lays it's enormous head before me
and gives a loud snorts then settles down.
Eyes sparkled as it seemed to be waiting,
waiting in anticipation for my response
I climb on to the magnificent dragons back, 
and off we go, Rising, rising ever higher.

Over the tree tops and over the hills 
Dipping down into the valley then up again,
Over the mountains we go. "whomp, whomp,"
was the beat of it's wings 
as we flew over the sea, 
with a large silvery moon shining above.

I am entranced by the beauty of the night,
and the wonderful steed that I ride, 
A steed with coppery scales 
and golden tipped wings,
We fly high into the sky
and fade away into the clouds,
under the silvery moon

lighting our way from above   

Cynthia ©

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Hi my dear friends and welcome to my world

 Oh little fairies sparkling so bright above,
among the twinkling stars, 
spreading their magical fairy dust,
to twinkle and sparkle in the silvery light,
of the full moon rising above the trees.
Believe in the fairies, believe and dance;
rejoice in the wonderment of the moment.
They whisper in my ear that they have come
to make my dreams come true.
Believe in the wonderment of the moment,
Believe in the magic,

From the fairy lady 


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Brighteyes the fairy lady

Enchanted Forest

Enchanted Forest For you, please don't feel blue! Let us dance!


Please do not dishearten. Let us dance in the land of fantasy,

Where the land sparkles of fairy dust and fairy love.

Enchantment, and by the fairy magic that is everywhere in the air

Like tiny lanterns flitting all over in the enchanted forest do they come;

To give blessings of happiness and love to all from the purest of faerie-ness.

Let us reach out to distant lands and touch our distant fairy friends with ethereal hands!

And joyous shall we be when we come to know who we truly are within ourselves.

And to remember how far we have come and never again to be separated from the angels,

faeries and other accompanying ethereal beings and denizens of the Enchanted Forest.

They are with us always whether we see them or not.

You need only quiet the mind and listen for the tiny voices within. - Hear them speak.

Happiness and joy through the lands; So shall we feel within our hearts and hands,

with love shall we rejoice, we shall stand forever with our friends in the Enchanted

Forest, never again shall we have the need to leave.

Don’t be so sad, we love you, we are all as one.

Cynthia ©

It was a number of years ago since I wrote this and it lay stored here in my microsoft word. I was a different person then, but something that has never changed is my imagination and my love for fantasy, well for some of us there is a lot more to these dreams and fancies, as some would call it, then just airy fairy because even the fairies are real and so is the world of imagination.

Food for Thought

Food for Thought

If one includes anything extraterrestrial, such as angels, light beings, quantum dimensional travelers, aliens in energy ships,fairies, elves whatever then this would mean that our planet is no more then a very busy interdenominational Grand Central Station .

My thoughts on this and only my thoughts is that back a few million years ago could it be, again this is only my thoughts, what if let us say we were genetically produced by such beings as listed above, That would make us their off-springs or descendants. Then if that were so that would make  those beings as creators or  *Gods* to our perception of these beings would been back then, this would also make us quite literally the star children.

How many planets are there with life on them in the universe? Especially if you include an infinity of potential dimensions and parallel universes.

And how many of those worlds that are billions of years older then ours? Where did they go when their world died? And where else in the universe would they be right now?

It is said that it is possible to manifest anything we can imagine in our minds. Einstein said there were an infinity of potentialities in the Ether of creation. Then that would mean anything we can think or imagine in our minds*already exists.* "hee, hee, hee." Be careful what you think about, for it may already be happening to you somewhere in another reality.

For those beings to travel those long interstellar distances in a physical body traveling at near light speed would not be possible. There is only one way that can be achieved, in energy form. Next time you see rainbows around the forms of trees and buildings on a bright sunny day. Think about it.

Or perhaps when you sometimes go out in the back yard and you see all those sparkles in the trees, or any other phenomena out of the ordinary like shadows, or sudden bright flashes of light, think about it. The unseen becoming seen, how many worlds are there that are unseen, perhaps an infinity of them.

Cynthia©

One Night in the Garden

Hi dear friends and followers, Today I would like to share with you one of my favorite short stories written by me.

An elderly woman loved the garden behind her cottage, 
the forest all around, the sound of the singing birds,
and the chirping of the crickets in the tall grass 
at the edge of her garden, which she tended and cared.
After a small meal and a bath, she would relax 

and imagining in her mind the land of the faie.
Green forests sparkling in the night alive and free.
During the darkening sky of evening she would sit and wait
for the faie to appear. Every evening she would leave with a sad feeling.

Every evening she would again go out to the garden 
and sit on the bench and wait, waiting for the faie.
This night being tired after a long day, the elderly lady slipped into sleep.

The faie danced their way through the trees to the edge of the garden.

They stopped abruptly upon seeing the form of the elderly lady
asleep on the bench. The faie approached cautiously,
one nudging her hand that lay limp across her chest.
The elderly lady rolled onto her back but remained asleep.
The faie were all about her now and they danced and sang merrily sprinkling sparkly fairy dust in the air.

The elderly lady smiled as tiny tears rolled down her cheeks.
She sees the faie dancing and singing.

She gets up and joins them in the dance, a dance that lasts all night.

Dancing on tiered old legs which seemed to miraculously,
become nimble and strong and she felt young again!
She danced and danced like there was not going to be a tomorrow!

Dancing, spinning, dancing like her feet had grown wings,
with the exhilaration of motion she had not felt for a long time.

The faie danced around urging her, encouraging her to go ever faster.

Come morning she woke up with sweat on her brow, 
but her legs felt invigorated. Was it really just a dream?  

Written by Cynthia©

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✿ ڰۣ❤In Loving Light from the Fairy Lady❤ڰۣ✿

My childhood experiences and dreams

The realms of Great Spirit contains infinite potentials for an infinite host of different realities. To visit any one of these realities is only but a thought away in the world of imagination. 

I do so remember siting out of the door step looking at the trees and listening to the wind sighing in the needles of the great pines on the hillside behind the house. The perfumed scent of flowers in the air and the big yellow and black bumblebees flitting from one flower to another in the field in-front of the house.

Withe the warm sun on my face I would race down the hill to play by the waters edge, catching frogs or swimming around under the water pretending to be little Mermaid, or any of the many supper hero's I read about in comic books.

My favorite one was playing jungle with my Collie in the 45 acre wooded lot across the road. She was the lion and I was Jane. Oh yes of course there was a Tarzan too. And imaginary one where I would switch characters when there was a dialog going between the two characters. Oh I had many friend but most of them that I liked best were imaginary ones. I didn't make a lot of friends except for one close one, a real person, a tom boy by the name of Helen.  

Well, that's me, I am who I am, and I still retain a good portion of that little girl within me. I don't ever want her to go away, not any more then I want my best friend ghost name Casandra to go away. She has been with me since I was 9 years old when she use to haunt the basement of our homestead.

I pray and channel from Source to guide me to do that which Source chooses for me. I am nothing really exceptional not any much different then any other woman you might meet on the street on this planet. I was a mother of three and three grandchildren, it is just unfortunate I can't see them for reasons that are not part of this story. But I know they are safe and are making a life of their own.

That brings me to only two other what I believe to be previous lives I have had, if indeed that is what they were, these were reoccurring dreams I have had over the years. One is that of a young girl of about 6 years old sometime in the 19th century and a female teenager from the Great Depression. I don't remember any other lives in any other time sequence backwards or forward.

Then there is my fondest memories of when I was little the naive wide-eyed inquisitive 4 year old child my mom use to call Brighteyes. I guess I inherited that name because of my insatiable curiosity for anything shiny bright, colorful, and sparkly.  So out I would go to explore this big beautiful colorful world we live in. Many worlds filled with imagination and visions of angels, princesses, mermaids and fairies, and oh my! Let's not forget the dragons. In these visions I have seen a multitude of worlds, so awesomely beautiful and enchanting like, as well as some really awful yucky, dark, ugly, scary ones. 

Through the years as I grew up from that naive child to the present day I still have visits from those worlds and their enchanted lands and folks. But now they come to me through the realm of imagination, just as pretty  just as bright, just as colorful, just as exciting and just as real as imagination can be  

Love and Light

Cynthia

The Inner Voice

The Inner Voice

How many times have I thought that very thought about, "What if I were to kill the inner self ?" Would I essentially be killing another person that had been so much a part of me for all of my life? Of course, killing her would mean killing my own inner light that sustains this shell and eventually killing the physical self as well. One can not kill the inner-self without killing the physical shell as well.

If you could kill the inner-self without killing the shell or the physical self, could you do it? It would basically be the same as committing suicide. To me, after all those years the inner-self had become like a third person, a friend, a companion who at times illuminated the path ahead of me. I could not kill her without killing myself even though I dispised the outer shell at the time. I was caught between a rock and a hard place and as I saw it there was no alternative or other way out except to drive my car into a rock cut that night. *So such it was that I thought and felt at the time*. I did not want to see things that had happened in the past come back and repeat itself in the future anymore.

I was sick of waking up in a sweat soaked bed after a prophetic dream where a friend or family member was about to experience a destructive calamity . Try warning them and they look at you like your just grew a horn in the middle of your forehead.

Or try to tell or warn people about some prophetic dream you have had about a natural or man made disaster about to happen. Or how about the night I mentioned above where I came to the realization that I had lived a lie for most of my life, Denying myself of my own truth. I was not who I had been conditioned to think I was. There was a deeper knowing within that I had not taped into yet. Giving up the booz and all the detox centers and self help groups I had attended and the Drs. And pills in the world had not helped me to see who dwelled within.

And this brings us to that night where I found myself driving down a darkened highway with very few other cars about, I was actually looking for a suitable rock cut to drive my car into and end it all. It was like a voice spoke in my mind, the voice of the inner self that spoke to me. It asked me if I truly wanted to do what I was about to do? I retorted back aloud with some anger and irritation in my physical voice, shattering the silence in the interior of the car, "What other alternative is there?" Tears rolled down my cheeks as the voice responded softly, "I will leave you with this thought: who is it that truly wishes to die here on this night?" The resulting choice? Well, I am still here.

Cynthia©