Fairies In My Kitchen

The fairies in my kitchen, keeping vigil
while we are away, that one swinging
her leg ever the edge is me, I fell and
broke, but patched me together again,
dreaming away lazily, dreaming of when
the King of the North will come again in
all his splendor and glory and take us
away in his golden chariot to see the
magical wondrous world over the sea!

Stories For The Ambassador King

A little Southlands imp sitting at the magic
computer consoles, a little Alien hanging from
the rafters in fear; suddenly the swish of many
wings, there was a tear in the fabric of time,
in flew Hedwig the owl with a letter in its beak,
a letter from the King of the North, the Ambassador
King with the fragile heart, the loving King
whom the imp longed to see – because underneath
the naughty imp with green eyes twinkling in
mischief, there was FAD masquerading, she read
the King’s missive and decided immediately to
board a swan to go see the king of the North
at his abode in Jamaica, singing “Down the Way
where the Nights are Gay and the sun shines
daily on the mountaintop, I took a trip on a
sailing ship…” she left to go kiss the King
on his lips…

In the meantime, Sophia was watching in
admiration as Karl was working lovingly with
Suikerklont the foal and all the horses, and
he let her help also. Afterwards, they went
swimming in the lovely forest lake near the
waterfall, and before Karl could stop her,
Sophia showed him a new technique to
jump down the waterfall. Karl lost his breath
in shock, and Sophia laughed up at him with
glistening hair and merry eyes. But Karl had
really thought she would fall to her death,
so when he caught her up in his arms onto
firm ground, he felt like punishing her for
giving him such a fright. When she saw how
ashen his face in the aftereffect of shock, she
sobered and begged his forgiveness, he
found it quite difficult to control his emotions –
so he kissed her intensely in punishment,
and Sophia loved the punishment dearly!

The Crocodile And Okefenokee Alligator

Walked out into the garden this morning
found a strange little fellow laughing
into the rays of the sun, he was most
wondrously clad and I asked him, “Who be
you, my little man?” He replied “I’m an
elf from Ireland and I brought you a gift
from my master, the King of the North”,
and out of his little bag, lo and behold,
he took out something more wondrous still:
An Okefenokee Alligator, I was smitten
with love for the elfin man bringing a
little alligator for the crocodile in
my mind, I was overjoyed, soon the
alligator was happily seated with the
little crocodile in the garden, next to
Odalisque standing guard at all times,
the crocodile was jumping up and down on
her little reptilian legs, all agog with
surprise at the strange way of travel
of her little alligator, he explained
that the King of the North had all kinds
at magic at his behest, he simply uttered
a request, and the she-goaths would
do his bidding. Sharazd the crocodile of the South, and
Okefenokee Alligator from the American
swamps together for now, they jumped into
the enchanted lake where Odalisque is
keeping her vigil, floated in the most
peaceful reptilian way, exchanging
information about all the things they
wanted to say, it was a most happy
event; Al explained he would accompany
Sharazd on her travels to the South
Coast of Kwa-Zulu Natal in Africa;
he wanted to see the hippopotamus and
the other crocodiles living in Lake
St.Lucia; Sharazd invited him to join
her in snorkeling and making big bonfires
next to the sea, to go for long strolls
and picking up all kinds of debris
and construct a new artifact, they were
as happy as two children and I left them
talking together animatedly!

Sharazd The Wolf

Sharazd the Wolf feasted with the Wolf Al on
animals – bison and others – reintroduced in
the Baltic, then they drank in a clear stream
before grooming and continuing their delicious
run – a sensation Al enjoyed and adored by
Sharazd.

Suddenly they came upon a green mist and
could not see any more, could not make out
direction or distance – Al immediately put his
paws around Sharaz and said, Beloved, I can’t
see you, so we had better stay in touch; she
laughed

In touch literally, Yes, said Al, literally, while
holding on to each other they advanced care-
fully, the mist became greener and thicker and
they were quite disorientated, then they broke
through the mist – and found a perfect Baltic
forest covered in

The purest snow with bison around, even
prehistoric animals, dinosaurs and pterodactyls –
a time warp! – whispered Al, but did we go back-
wards in time? Just then Karl appeared – in space-
age clothing, the kind worn by Buck Rogers in the
21st century, and the actors in Star Wars –

Sophia appeared also, appareled in a silk garment
perfectly beautiful in shimmering colours of rose –
the two wolves stared in amazement – Karl recognized
Al and Sharazd and said: “Welcome you erstwhile
alligator and crocodile, welcome to the year 3000!
What, breathed Al, was this a time warp?

Yes, laughed Sophia, lips like rose petals, you came
through a time warp and you find a rejuvenated earth
in the year 3000, a perfect Baltic forest. What happened
from the 21st century till now? Sharazd enquired – The
earth simply reacted and threw off most of humankind,
volcanoes erupted, tornadoes blew people away, most

Of humankind and technology was destroyed, the earth
returned to a state of perfect balance. A few people were
taken up in a satellite and when they returned, the earth
was rejuvenating. The remnant of mankind quickly mastered
extra-sensory perception and came into balance with nature.
They developed a different technology in harmony with nature -

Here we are today; Karl explained, a new more developed,
moral human in a new earth! I love it here, breathed Sharazd,
the pristine quality, the quiet and beauty – it is amazing. Al
smiled, Dear Sharazd, we shall stay here as long as you want.
The best is, added Sophia, in the year 3000 you can shape-change
as much and as often as you like, so you can choose any
manifestation, any kind of body –

Al looked at Sharazd – What about shape-changing into eagles
for a while? – He enquired – Brilliant, sounds like yumm a million
times, said she – Karl explained the technique – soon Al was soaring
through air with Sharazd at his side… Karl looked at Sophia, eyes
shining with happiness – and saw her joyful eyes also – she smiled,
he found it so attractive, he touched his lips to her soft smile, the

Light touch electrified, they took each other in a tight embrace
and renewed their pledge to tackle all time warps together…

A Letter From FAD

Dearest King of the North

I love your stories and use them as defense against
existential Angst and the confusion of life. I use them
as an emotional bulwark against my own inner turmoil.
Thank you for creating probable universes and selves
for me, for spending time on constructing imagery that
lifts my mind over and above physical reality that seem
to hold menace and threat. I read the only thing to fear
is fear itself, and by your creating these alternative ver-
sions to reality, you are lifting me above the irrational
fear into a place of self-confidence and creativity. The
mere thought of how much time and effort and creativity
and imagination you invest in these stories, then the
exciting experience of the stories you created, change
me and my life. I don’t think you can have any idea what
a difference these alternatives are making – a soft downy
blanket of love and acceptance; a safety net of freedom
from self-doubt.

I mention these positive effects as a wonderful result
of your words, it is a gift, not your duty at all, you are free
to continue or stop, you should not feel pressure to go on –
I thank you again and again because you are FREELY
making this gift, you keep on choosing to create these
wonders, I am so overjoyed you still want to – I enjoy
dreaming on your stories until the vision of another
event appears.

This is a work I enjoy more as time goes on, I’m sending
you my brand of sunshine and your enjoyment of my offerings
heighten my joy in life, adding to my energy; I hope to reflect
more energy back to you also !

With all my love and delight,
The The French Ambassador’s Daughter

Beautiful Roses

The beautiful roses illuminate my soul,
flare in my heart, dance in my songs,
shine in my mind, a shine reflecting
the shine in yours, you planted and
watered them, took care of them,
loved them, adored them, they
grew for you, now they are
here to be shiny for
me too!

Start Tomorrow In A Brave New Way

Let's have a picnic on the wall, dance with the fairies
frolic without plan or rules, let's talk about our dreams
about the sea and good feelings, about the life in a future
paradise where pain does not exist, only joy in creation
and joy in beauty expressed as harmony and melody and
the Golden Section - everything that calms the senses and
bewitch the mind, and if we are too tired for such hard work,
let's just stare at something good until our mind is in tune
with goodness all around, let's forget the pain of yesterday
and start tomorrow in a brave new way!

I Talk To You On The Outside

But inside is the hurt, you send me flowers
but your heart is shattered glass, some people
grow bitter in the place where they're broken,
others grow stronger and more beautiful, you
are strong and resilient, in you there is a flame
a million stories and ideas, a zillion dreams
so with this I also send you flowers, and glitter
for the broken places where we glued your heart
together, the glitter cover all the marks of glue
and makes your heart more beautiful also, I know
you cannot smile today, you lack the energy, but
I am smiling here for you, rest your head on my
shoulder, and then let's go out and play, the world's
our oyster, and we can conjure visions, choose a
new reality, every possibility is realized somewhere,
let's make this time and place our own Shangri-La
and I shall laugh for you, run for you, joke with you
until you are strong enough to laugh for me too!

The Way I Loved You Today

From Ludmilla to Semjonof

Ludmilla wrote from the planet Meton to Semjonof on the Persephony:

Dear Semjonof

You have suffered a shock because your wonderful weekend
was so shattered and you need love and more love and
more love to heal your heart again - I am going to kiss
your sorrows away!

I feel this need to send out love - it was telepathy, you were
in need of it all. Comforting you: You will lie with your head
on my lap while I will stroke your hair and your back,
I will softly kiss your eye-lids and cheeks and ears –
love unconditional – You are my noble Semjonof
who keeps the ideals of nobility and character
and morality flaming high, who shows me the
way to beauty and harmony and imagination.

You are my Spaceship Captain who shares
my ideals and who strive with me to make this
a better world. I will be doing things to you that
cannot be published, you are welcome to offer
your suspicions of what it could be, I assure
you it is only loving and good and intended
to make you feel wonderful and new and
loved beyond measure, so that you can
say you will be loved forever simply
because of the way I loved you
today!

A Probable Self

It is so nice to find a probable self
came into my life show
and took over the drudgery
with a happy attitude,
if she will keep on putting
in an appearance, I will soon
get all my work done unconsciously
while enjoying a dance
and a song!

Lugh and Aiobhean

You should know better than this, god Lugh admonished,
why are you unwilling to shoulder responsibility?
Because I believe in total FREEDOM, Aiobhean replied
archly, and freedom implies making free decisions without
undue emotional influence and the WORLD of humans
should be free to choose their own route down the
trousers of time - they should decide whether they
want to self-destruct - or not - I WILL not force
the choice on them -

But what of the children, asked Lugh horrified;
Should they be left to their own fate? -
YES, Aiobhean replied, They are part of humanity
and must shoulder the burden of choice just like
the rest of us - Is that fair? Lugh asked in
desperation; Yes, I think our society is poised on
the edge of extinction - and from its ashes a new
world could arise, we must make haste and get
it over and done with -

Lugh does not agree....

Tom Thumb

At seven mother enchanted us with stories
at night, the one I remember best is the story
of Tom Thumb, how his mother made him
clothes from rose petals and his father used
an acorn for his bed

How he played in his match-stick jungle gym,
how he slept under a handkerchief at night,
the next day at school in grade two, we had
to speech, I described the magic of Tom
Thumb

I had to repeat the story twice and the
following year I was sent to compete in
the Eisteddfod – all because mother
told the story of Tom Thumb in such
an engaging way…

A Quick Pick-Me-Up

While sitting here, being of unusual
bad cheer, quite stupefied to feel as
if I should have died last night in my
sleep; I suddenly remembered
yesterday’s dastardly deed:

The illegal treat I bought for my son
and me and devoured in front of the
library, made from flour and icing and
containing custard also, suffering the
consequences – I know

I’m supposed never to eat what I crave
I must live like a slave to a healthy
regimen and a certain diet – but when
I’m hungry and weak and it takes so
long to get to dinnertime

My self-control falls away and I
desperately seek a quick
pick-me-up…

And My Little Nici, Where Did She Go?

Now she is all grown-up and sophistocated

she looks down on her rhyming and singing

mom - there was a time when she sang with

me, I carried her and her brother both - one

on each hip - to the ablutions block - down

at the sea - now I look up to them... at the

time when I gathered stones illegally...

See Those Little Hands...

I used to adore, see the little man, who used to sing with me
now he refuses to sing a note, it's not cool to be seen with your
mom - or condoning anything she ever has done...

Cried About The Loss Of Your Little Hands

For Tiaan
In a reflex action I wiped your hands
when we shared an illegal treat in
front of the library – wiping the icing
as I used to do when you were small

And found to my dismay that not only
were you taller than me, your hands
had grown so big – and I felt foolish,
caught in a time-warp, still wishing

To touch my little boy whereas he is
gone, in his place YOU have come, I’ve
lost my little disciple, my little boy
with his high-pitched voice

You are tall and immobile, I cannot
pick you up as I did before; I’m sad once
again about the growth process that
changed a little thing into big you

Much as I understand that’s the normal
course of life, today I cried about the loss
of your little hands…

A Little Space In My Heart

And I am DELIGHTED beyond expression
for the space in your heart, I'm sowing
MANY seeds of care, my love is
blooming there,

I am existing in joy and wonder
just THERE - right in that special
space in your heart, I'm surrounded
by beautiful thoughts and love all around –

I love my special space in your heart,
I smell the sweetness of flowers and the
incense of great love and affection –
this place in your heart, Your Majesty,

is Pure Perfection!

Let Us Leave Reality

And go into a magic realm where all good intents
all love and good wishes, all affection and kindness
become real as soon as we think of it - and let us
take a trip into the Land of Delight!

Death of a Mangly Troll

Tried to publish a panegyric to be free
again and again, but the misguided PoemHunter
Troll just shakes its ponderous head and this is
what it said: The page cannot be displayed, there
is a problem with the page you are trying to reach
and it cannot be displayed….

PoemHunter Troll is on the blink,
we are sadly bereft by the death of it,
our only link to poets who would-be,
who have-been, some who could-be
and all iterations of everything in-between;
what ails it, shall the mangly Troll rise again,
where shall we take our pain and our joys,
play our games with the ploys to survive this thing called life?

Panegyric is what I want, pain is what I get,
when all is done and said, I need to tell the
world of the thoughts here in my head,
if not spread far and wide, it is just as if
I have died, and you would have cried
far into the night had you known all
the ideas washing through the brine
swishing in my brain...

The situation is still the same, the
afterlife holds no promises, Seth
assures us again and again, what
can I do, how to escape the madness
of the mind that developed within me –
shall it accompany me for an eternity?

OH NOOOOOO!!

I Want To Love You Again

Bring your fatigue and bring your body,
bring everything, bring it to me, I want to
be enjoyed, come savour my ideas, I'll sing
only softly, not to clog up your ears

I'll rub your back lightly, not to cause
any tears, I'll take away all your fears,
I'll give you the love you have dreamt
of as soon as you explain where is the pain

I'll kiss it away and make you laugh
I'll be a clown just for you and make
your dreams come true, this all and
more will I do, just come here

Let me hand over the love I have prepared
for eons of time, let me try to apply wisdom
in nursing all mental and bodily pain, let me
make you feel all new and loved

Look into the sky above, it is filled with
my love, look into the sun, see my rays
among the golden light of warm joy and
life - come here

I Want To Love You Again!

Beauty Will Set us Free

Oh to be free, outside in beautiful places, far away from games for earning a living,
while all the time existing as if we were dead already...

The Beauty of The World

Outside where it is green, peacefully we see nature's bounty,
outside we are free, I have a utopian dream, of a new society
in harmony with nature, we are souls live naturally, where
technological development has been stopped and a new way
of being, living in the mind, has come into being...

An Angel's Reflection

Some people are so subtle, they see the
reflections of angles and fairies, needing
no more prompting to see the ethereal
realms - they might be undercover
clairvoyants, maybe YOU are one of
them, how else to explain the photo-
graph that you took - where only you
were able to detect an angel's reflection -

Thank you for sharing the angel with me!

Ice Dragons From Another Age

Dreaming of ages long ago, making beautiful
sculptures in snow, makind's creative ability
is stupendous, why do we create thing so
horrendous - when the spark of beauty is
glowing within?....

Ride On An Ice Motorbike...

Need to get away on an ice motorbike, a
bit of imagination and the trip will begin,
I cannot wait for society to implode, its
fabric will be blasted apart

We are taught principles and values
of blind desire and possession, rights
and privileges, BUT the concomitant
obligations; required balances

To keep society upright, are not instilled,
people simply act in accordance with
society's prescriptions - then they
end up criminals - all because

They chased the goals society forced
upon them - to keep the financial
machine running full-steam
ahead

Let's take a ride on an ice motorbike...

The Privacy of The Thoughts In…

They sit across from me
in my study – the place
where I thought I would
be quiet and alone with
my thoughts – but no, they
attack a video game with
force, first my little boy
with blood and gore, then
my little girl with cars
crashing all the more
where did my ideal of
a private, sacred study
go? The only privacy I
have left, is the privacy
of the thoughts in my
head…

Oooooooooo Marvelous

Ooooooo marvelous, the headache has been suppressed by the pills, my work ethic is non-existent, so here goes for a special note from FAD to her beloved friend, the King of the North:

Dearest King, The day is very beautiful and I stood for a long time looking at mermaids in a shop, studying their little faces and choosing the prettiest to adorn my office – and after the long period of deliberation, the over-keen till-man threw my mermaid back – her arm is broken, I studied the little face and never noticed – and ordered another be brought – now she sits in my office, the sweetest expression on her little face, a shining crown on her head, playing a fiddle as she stares out to sea…

People cannot understand that I like cheap figurines depicting sweet expressions more than diamonds and jewels, anything only ever has value according to its degree or unique sweetness – that is why I own no jewellery. I always dreamt of cultivating the mind and soul as adornment instead of looking for outer and external accoutrements, but I’m afraid I have fallen short of my own ideals what with my losing my work ethic when I eat foods that I’m intolerant of. At school and university I forced myself to work and study in spite of being ill by running on tension and adrenaline, always living in a state of abject fear, but nowadays I take painkillers and ignore the world, only dreaming great visions as soon as the symptoms permit.

You might be very shocked by my attitude, dearest King, but I cannot live in terror any more, forcing myself to carry on when I feel ill with allergies – I have given up fighting the fatigue and greyness; I prefer taking things easily. I hope you are not angry because I can’t force myself to work when I’ve eaten the wrong stuff, and right now I’m remembering your poem about a deep well that you fill up with good wishes and then swipe of the top layer and dive in yourself – how lovely that image sounds in my mind, and how I dive into the beauty you have created!

With all my love and affection and cyberhugs,
FAD and the Southern Scribe.

To The Ambassador King

The French Ambassador's Daughter
Wonderland

MY Dearest, most Special, Most Beloved Ambassador King,

Your messages change this cold winter into spring, I feel so overcome with emotion - with strange stirrings - with stupefied surprise - how CAN you write such beautiful things? Can the human mind really inspire such wonderful ideas? This is so FAR BEYOND my wildest imaginings, I want to sit somewhere quietly, secluded, and drink it all in. Surely you must have divine inspiration, surely the normal human mind cannot come up with such beautiful words of encouragement; surely this is a supernatural phenomenon! Thank you for being a channel of the most beautiful messages that have ever been conceived, I shall need several lifetimes to savour it and try to acclimate to the wonderful feelings you describe - this message and the others with poems - I cannot begin to describe how MUCH I am touched, how MUCH my heart is moved by all this!

FAD is overcome, she cannot say more, The Southern Scribe herself cannot express all these feelings, Alice is sitting enraptured, the Ice Princess is experiencing epiphany, Sophia is in transports of delight, Ambassador….

Fairies to keep my Courage Strong

When my steps falter, and I grow afraid, I fear the newspapers, and I fear hate, THEN I look at fairy pictures to see beauty, innocence and love, it turns my eyes to God in love,
and the beauty I see reminds me of visions of ideals, and I feel strong again...

Porcelain Feelings

Porcelain feelings in blue, feelings as fragile as my porcelain doll who once broke in a fall, I glued her together - just as I patched up my heart...

On Terry Pratchett Reference Books

Life, the world, things, animals, plants,
people and consciousness, are totally
neutral and meaningless and without a
specific framework, a situating context;
I never seem to be able to hang on to
any context for long

I’m dependant on an author, storyteller
or another interpreting device to create
a framework for me because within my
mind and deep within my soul, I’m con-
textless, lacking the right framework on
which to hang the scenery

depicting our illusionary reality - it’s
terrible to be such an alien in my own
mind, carefully jumping from context to
context - if my mind is all skew, if my
consciousness is parked in the wrong
universe, if my dial is set

to receive a foreign broadcast, or my
antennae and electronic dish are out of
tune with a positive line - then I can’t
concentrate at all and I fall into the holes
marking the pockmarked moonscape of
my brain; trying to find

the context within the Discworld Quizbook
by David Longford tripped me up, the
magnetosphere in my mind rolling over
and over, the unknown side turning up,
I could not attach to a context in this
“ultimate challenge”, my interpretation

is light-years removed from that of the author,
all the important points that kept my mind
riveted and inspired me to write a comment,
were ignored by the author, and just like a
typical academic quiz, he asked all the
irrelevant factual questions

never coming near the essence of a concept
such as the magic of a Mustrum Ridcully or
the enchantment of Time Being a Woman
Non-Existent, or the bewitching Nanny
Weatherwax borrowing another’s eyes;
just as the drawings in

“The Illustrated Screenplay” fall so far short of
my own shimmering images - the enchantment
my mind distilled from the source text of a Terry
Pratchett was never touched upon by the factual,
wordperfect David Langford…

Reference to “The Unseen University Challenge” Terry Pratchett’s Quizbook by David Langford
And “The Illustrated Screenplay” Terry Pratchett’s Discworld Wyrd Sisters

Crystals of Hope

We, our bodies, consist mainly of water and when we expose ourselves to positive thoughts and ideas, cherish hope and ideals, see positive visions and think of love and affection, we change our bodily structures into images of health and beauty - not outer beauty, but the inner, mental kind that glows and shines in happy smiles and considerate gestures!

See Eyes Fill With Joy

ALL she wanted was to set off on a quest for meaning and beauty and melody and feeling joy and happiness and distribute the wonders she found amongst the people in the world. She wanted to tell the world of her discoveries in the most beautiful words and forms she could find, and she wanted to make more beautiful things and rhythms and melodies by stringing words in the right way. She wanted to dance and skip and sing and see people’s eyes fill with joy and wonder, and she found that she could not play a musical instrument or sing such as she wanted to, but she found that writing poetry brought her immense joy and spread her messages and help her express the love she feels and creates even more love in her breast! So she wanted to write poetry to achieve her objective: Bringing joy and happiness and singing melodies and harmonies – and loving her beloved in as many ways as possible – and then some more!

The Pure And Sublime

Life is a search for meaning, a permanent struggle
against fatigue and loneliness, headache and
heartache and nihilism surfacing, a quest for the
final victory over feelings of inadequacy, a
dramatic attempt to overcome the darkness that
wells up from deep within the mind of me – I
believe we were born to overcome – but darn,
I didn’t know it would require a permanent internal
war with only phases of victory, short periods of
overcoming, before falling back into the blackness
that hides beneath – just eat the wrong food, think
the wrong thought, take the wrong turn, and all
falls down, overcome by the plague of mental
dyspepsia and spiritual dyslexia, reading the signs
of the universe all wrong, losing sight of benevolence
and imprinting malevolence onto everything and
everyone, creating chimeras in the mind, creating
our own devils and hellish abodes in our mind – my
life is a lifelong struggle to gain control of my mind,
and I am amazed by how bad my learning curve
looks, I’m determined to focus on fun, the fun of
creation, the elation of discovery and insight gained
by focusing with all my might on all that is beautiful
as well as the pure and sublime….

(Photo of my mother on top and me below - the torch is handed from one generation to the other, the quest goes on...)

Discovered WordPress Today

Sitting dutifully upright behind my enormous desk,
looking diligently at the computer screen in front
of me, staring straight ahead – at fairy pictures
found on Google to break the tedium, I’m afraid,
it is growing late and I have been playing on
Blogspot already, discovered WordPress today,
was busily occupied with an important document
Googling with utmost officiousness, then whoops,
what should jump up, but an invitation to join
WordPress free of charge, take a stroll around
our site, read the invite, see what you like, but
not me, whoopsy, immediately I jumped in;
fished old stories and poems from my computer
started posting helter-skelter promising myself
one day I will do it properly, first learn to navigate
the site, then plan what to post with a beginning
and end and a perfect message in the middle –
but that day is still far away, right now I’m
running headlong crushing head-on and enjoying
the Dionysian joy of creation without stopping
to think or to plan!

The Quest - Father to Daughter

When I was small, I imitated my mother - even imitated her facial expressions. When I grew up, I discovered the personality of my father - and discovered I am now smiling more like him - what strange thing is genetics! And the quest for meaning goes on...

If Only Rumpelstiltzken Were There

Forlorn, Sulky Princess sat in front
of her magical spinning loom, she
was to spin all the straw into gold,
but she had no taste for her work;
dreaming of moonstones with a
soft pearly shine; she did not want
to work with things hard and cold
such as gold; if only Rumpelstiltzken
were there to spin straw into gold!
She dreamt of a prince that would
come if she pricked her finger on
the magical loom – he would follow
the ley-lines that connected magic
medieval places in England and
beyond – even into heathen France;
waking her with a kiss should she
fall asleep as her finger was pricked;
but then she sighed; looked at the
bales of straw all around; remembering
that England abounds with fairies and
magic crop circles - and saw a vision
of fairies taking her there; a strange
fairy king kissing all her tears away,
then dancing a fiery fairy mazurka...
That is where Sulky Princess is now,
dancing away with the Fairy King;
not a word did she say; only staring,
eyes burning, at the magic vision....

Sending a Spinning-Spider Fairy

Dearest Karl, I feel that you receive energy and then beam enriched vitality back to me and it is wonderful, your thoughts are so captivating, fills me with happiness and elation, you create new thought-forms and lovely ideas all the time! I am thinking of the fragile heart of the King and sending Flora, a special spinning-spider fairy to enclose your heart within the safety of a magic cobweb of infinite strength and sheer transcendence, shimmering in colours that have never been seen before and that is so lightweight, you won’t feel it at all, except the power and glory making you strong and keep your faith in place for eternity…

My Friend Birgitt

I first met her in German class, first year at
university, I was a typical nerd, and almost
stupid too, bit she saw behind the veneer
and decided to befriend this lonely girl…

Birgitt Lederer is a fantastic, marvelous person,
bright, considerate, intelligent, kind and full of
adventure, she met Wayne Herschel, in a book-
shop doing research about strange phenomena

In Egypt and elsewhere, after travelling to Eng-
land and Germany, she knew the value of an
original mind, in possession of two honours
degrees, French and English, she could discern

The beauty and unique qualities of his mind,
she helped him to write and self-publish The
Hidden Records – http://www.thehiddenrecords.com/
and today it is one of the most beautifully

Illustrated tomes in my library….

Rainbow Feelings In Frequencies

Sunday filled with sweet memory,
lighting up the cold and grey,
warmed by words that play
like a captivating tape
forever in my mind

Though I cannot share these thoughts
with anyone I know, used to burying
dreams in secret little packages,
or writing poems all clandestine,
staring in delight

The bittersweet melody of Chopin’s
nocturne in E-flat Major, indelibly
etched upon my mind by mother’s
frequent repetition, each time
the music more enchanting

Than before, the trilling notes on C,
that’s me, my heart fibrillating in
delight; the climbing notes, building
up to crescendo and the trill on F
representing tears of happiness

Rainbow feelings in frequencies
filling mind and soul…

And They Sip Happily...

The King of the North is walking about the Wonderland Lake accompanying FAD, she is smiling at him, Forgive Oke Al and Sharazd, she recommends, They are young and wild and life was made for the living, the lively and wild – the King smiles broadly, warm in FAD’s beautiful cloak – I shall not say another word, of course, my dear FAD, will you join in me sharing a glass of liquor tonight? – FAD smiles happily, all dimples and shiny eyes – When you ask so nicely, Your Majesty; and I would love that so much, how could I ever say no? – and she accompanies him into his modern spaceship, inside the warm interior where his wet clothes have soon dried, he opens a bottle of lovely liquorice liquor and they sip happily while staring at the moon and the stars…

The Lake In Wonderland

The lake in Wonderland is magical, suddenly the King's foot
slipped and he fell, Alice was shocked and helped him out
immediately, while FAD smiled knowingly - she fell in just
the day before and knew more – that any doubt always
causes one to fall into the magic lake - so she knew
the King also fell prone to doubt – and she
understood it so well…

Guiltily Sharazd...

Guiltily Sharazd looked up as she heard the King's voice calling, and FAD was calling too, but Sharazd did not move, she stayed between Okefenokee Al's paws and though she closed her eyes not to see the king's eyes catching her in the act of lying right next to Al and stroking his scaly skin and singing to him, she did not budge, the King saw Al and Sharazd and turned away, are they gone, Sharazd my love, Asked Oke Al with laughter in his voice, not embarrassed at all, Yes they are, my reptilian love, replied Sharazd and kissed his Alligator mouth in love; why did you blush and looked away so guiltily, Al plagued his crocodilian love, Because I'm a very private crocodile and they saw me holding you - Wrong, said Oke Al, I was holding YOU - so Sharazd jumped up and Al pulled her down and kissed her again - Gbnaannnrrrr krmppppgrrr...

Regards Her Reptilian Love With Liquid Eyes

Dearest King of the North,

Sharazd is angry and agitated – she is reading the book “A Gift of Golden Light” by Stephen O’Brien, and once again came up against humans in groups being nasty: The spiritualist Movement was created in defiance of the Church, but soon evolved rules as strict and nasty of any human secular group – just as happened in the case of Edward Cayce, America’s Sleeping Prophet – and once again Sharazd asks: What is the use of trying to help people when they turn around and try to devour their well-doers? I hate people in groups! Sharazd exclaims passionately, and Okefenokee Al rushed forward and grabs her – she collapses crying in his Alligator arms – Oh Oke Al, she cries, I cannot stand mammalian life-forms at all; the moment someone gets out of form – whether Stephen O’Brien – there is a jealous coterie who try to do away with the person who is more successful than they themselves are! – and I am impressed, Sharazd adds, by what O’Brien said – That we need only protection from OURSELVES, since we only link up with those we have drawn to ourselves – Here Okefenokee Al interferes – If that is the case, Sharazd, my love, then you need not fear anything; you have drawn ME, Okefenokee Al, unto yourself – Sharazd regards her reptilian love with liquid reptilian eyes – You are so right, my Alligator, she replies, now I have you the rest of mammalian life cannot bother me any more – it just makes me so angry when their nastiness surfaces again…. Mmmmmmmm, says Oke Al, pressing his crocodile true to his breast; Forget about the rest and let’s go look at the moon and the hue of the stars red and blue – Sharazd leaves her book and follows Al outside; he suddenly turns and picks her up – Let’s go for a motorbike ride, he recommends – She replies – Oh, Al, that is the best idea I’ve ever heard! – and soon an alligator and a crocodile are heard zooming away, Al accelerating and Sharazd crying hooray in delight…

She Sang While She Worked

Sophia was very worried about the condition of her very old dress and explained to Karl that she needed to find a job as kitchen maid in one of the nearby kingdoms so she could save enough money to buy herself a new dress. Karl said he was a fugitive and could not accompany her to the Castle where she was to apply for a job, and she promised to come back to the wood every afternoon and say hallo to Karl before continuing her work in the evenings.

Sophia found a job as kitchen maid and sang all day long while she washed dished, peeled potatoes, wiped kitchens and pantries, washed dishcloths, cleaned tables – and every afternoon when they had a moment free for tea, she ran to the edge of the wood to say hallo to Karl who offered her a fish he had caught and prepared over the coals, and after a quick embrace she ran back to the castle to work some more and receive her daily fee of five pence which she carefully saved to buy herself a new dress…

As it was raining on the Saturday, Sophia accompanied Karl to the brightly painted wagon in the woods and inside they made pancakes with lots of cinnamon sugar, then they read stories to each other, sang old songs and lay down under the lovely eiderdown to listen to the cold wind sighing outside while they were warm and snug inside, drinking Glűhwein and laughing and teasing each other a lot!

A Photograph, Barbara and I

Remember Pigrim’s Rest, Barbara, on this
photo you and I with Elreza in pink in the
background – those were the days…

Ludmilla and Semjonof

Her hair was black as coal...

Dearest King, Herewith The Story:

Sophia Sleeping All Alone

Karl went away and she had to
stay, she made a soft bed of moss
and ate berries and wild-fruit all
day, she bathed in clear mountain
streams and played with the deer and
the fawn, her clothes were in tatters
all falling to pieces when Karl returned
just in time to hear her say she must
find a job as kitchen-maid to earn
money to pay for a new dress, the
old one was almost gone…

Then, When Karl Returned:

Sophia is sleeping, Karl is watching her breathing
rhythmically, unaware of what’s she’s dreaming:

How they both go into the castle and investigate
the riddle of the King’s disappearance,
just for Sophia to discover – to her utmost surprise
and Karl’s utter dismay –

That Karl actually is the King in disguise!
Sophia is smiling and laughing in her sleep,
while Karl is calculating how to keep
his castle and kingdom up and running

While his beloved is working
as a kitchen maid undercover
in order to earn enough money
to buy a cheap dress – all because

She is a runaway princess
who left the Kingdom of her parents
in order to discover life for herself!

Marlena and I; We Had Fun At Work

When our colleagues organised
a party for us and Denga made
us up with flowers and lace!