Part 4 the fairys

He again was in my thoughts I was traveler in Celtic times. I was but the shell of what I was or was I?

I am known tang time beautiful the music I had met man well sort of. We bumped in life what I doing flirting, No I really, thoughts came in one by one could this m, be Michael?

Why had the tree our believed apple tree and he had spent so much time there had he traveled? Do I know my husband, is this him?

 

I wondered began at the fact it was raining, and turning dark, where shall I sleep?

My body began a no one was here I was with arose, and by the beach looking and running in the waves. Tears welded in me as I turned around and around till this chant came to me

 

Goddess Chant

Shared beauty with my daughter
-Brigid- and by many other names...
I am the beauty of who we are
Moon, and the mysteries of the  murky oceanic waters. From me
All things proceed and unto me they must return.
Let my worship be in the heart that rejoices, for all.
Patienece and love returns soon,runes will candles shall glow

Shall be the beauty of one so fair

 

Who was I?

 

Where is this place?

I danced around and around till the oracle sounded loud and I feel on the pebbled path buy the sands. I awoke in this house by the beach, a kindly woman spoke are you OK dearly?

You dot know where you are but we live in the mist of the trees in time.

I at up holding my ahead, But kind lady which I found a bit strange but sweet, Celtic tongue in my lips. She began by telling me I was the chosen one to seethe fairies in the right path. I was not but to know only this would now, live with traveler and my life is changed.

    I lay back bewildered what had happened to me. I live in tree.

 

I was bit hungry but she said not to weary it will pass.

I am still holding my rose which felt close to my heart. The lady changed facial appreaence some, her shawl and revealed another side of her she resembled a spider. Very strange but smiled.

 

She smiled and kept stirring, something blue. I laid in the darkness, gazing through the tree up above the I could see the moon

She sang as I could hear her I took my pouch in my pocket out and clutch there rose. It seem to be fading, I could feel still velvet, why had I carried this rose?

 

I stood up to walk out and noticed the walls of the tree were engraved with many scriptures. None I could understood they were all in Gaelic?

The small scriptures pictures felt embassage as I touched them I could see pictures trails in my mind.

A small boy and yet familiar, then on  went to the next till I was tired after twent-three they are about Michael?

Who this man was I lived loved for 50 years.

One picture stood out it looked like me?

I dusted off my dress, and stood in the doorway wasn't prepared for the secant I was witnessing. It was another person the man, whom I met as I walked closer I. He met my eyes, and I knew something was there, but he soon left and she was there. I showed you a vision, of what you are? I am but what old woman?

My name dear child is Medullas.Come my child I need to show you something.

The room seemed to take a glow and each thing I touched came alive with magical sense.I could feel somthing amist my back?

 

Continued......