…silver’s threads…book 1…spinning colours darkly…update

…it’s almost there and I dream of the finished product…proofreading almost finished…artist’s approval given and publisher lined up…what a rush !

…eighteen months of sheer hard work and it’s done…I can’t wait to share it with you all when the finished book can be held in my hands…sniffed…love the smell of books…and the glossy, exquisitely executed cover art gently stroked of course !

What if someone could fall off the edge of their own personal tapestry of life…disappear into uncharted places…hiding from sadness perhaps and what if, mirroring that sorrow, a small being of light could become corrupted by the pollution, that is the suffering we see here on earth and falls through the time space continuum into this confusing world creating a blight in consciousness itself. If other realms are affected how would our world respond…would we fall into chaos or would we finally look for solutions.

A tale of the Wytchways…the Craft of the Wise…how ancient Rites can be a tool to integrate…to reweave this world back into synchronicity with all other realms and into oneness with all life again…forgetting the illusion of separation through the understanding that everything is now…who we are, have been and will be…is now.

We begin the journey of the five women with the unscheduled disappearance of one. A teacher, a seer and an advanced soul…she is a Wytch, a Wise Woman and has trained the others in the Wytchways but even their combined skills need help from the other realms…and so the journey begins simply enough, with a set of instructions for the remaining four to unravel…twists and turns in the warp and weft of time…meeting other aspects of themselves, where clues have been hidden…finding in those aspects the secrets of other worldly lives, connections and even ancestry, that will weave and re-weave their stories, together and apart, throughout the Skeins of Tyme, to manifest a new way of being…of  knowing…that one of the things humans fear the most is that…

…Magick might just be real and it might be hidden within each of us.

…blessings…silver

Fenoula (Penny) Reilly (author)

…I’m writing as fast as I can !!

….Silver’s Threads, Book 1….Spinning Colours Darkly will soon be a happening thing. It’s been long in the cauldron of creation…and as the title depicts, it has been a time of weaving and spinning colours with words…finding threads to follow…and at times, getting lost in the intricacies of other realms as they construct new threads to pull on and knots to unravel.

The first in a series of possibly five books they weave the lives of, predominantly, five women who are charged with a task to unravel and to re-weave in the ‘Skeins of Tyme itself.’ An urban fantasy set in Australia but which takes the reader to other countries and into other realms.

What if someone could fall off the edge of their own personal tapestry of life…disappear into uncharted places…hiding from sadness perhaps and what if, mirroring that sorrow, a small being of light could become corrupted by the pollution that is the suffering we see here on earth and falls through the time space continuum into this confusing world creating a blight in consciousness itself. If other realms are affected how would our world respond…would we fall into chaos or would we finally look for solutions.

A tale of the Wytchways…the Craft of the Wise…how ancient Rites can be a tool to integrate…to reweave this world back into synchronicity with all other realms and into oneness with all life again…forgetting the illusion of separation through the understanding that everything is now…who we are, have been and will be…is now.

We begin the journey of the five women with the unscheduled disappearance of one. A teacher, a seer and an advanced soul…she is a Wytch, a Wise Woman and has trained the others in the Wytchways but even their combined skills need help from the other realms…and so the journey begins simply enough, with a set of instructions for the remaining four to unravel…twists and turns in the warp and weft of time…meeting other aspects of themselves, where clues have been hidden…finding in those aspects the secrets of other worldly lives, connections and even ancestry, that will weave and re-weave their stories together and apart throughout the Skeins of Tyme, to manifest a new way of being…an understanding being, that one of the things humans fear the most is that……Magick might just be real and it might be hidden within each of us.

…blessings….silver…(Penny Reilly)

….moonraaven

I saw a moonraaven flying the night,

Her smoky blue wings full of shadows and light…

….with a silvery twist, my spirit took flight,

….chasing moonraaven, flying the night.

Sweeping wings shadow the moon on the lake,

feather soft falling of sleep, then to wake….

….to sense a bud’s opening, its petals to shake.

….to see the sun rising, to watch the dawn break.

Moonraaven flies as the sun’s first rays shine…

still higher She flies beyond earth, beyond time….

….Her spirit is soaring, heart beating its rhyme

….wings blurring, aflame….as the sun’s first rays shine

blessings…silver

….flying not falling

Perfect love and perfect trust, is all that we should know, to rise above life’s cut and thrust, we have a way to go.

The darkness birthed within each soul it’s offspring, known as fear and in our fearing we forgot the love that brought us here.

A greening globe, a shining sphere that once knew only light, was spun from orbit,  falling, deep into the veils of night.

But once we knew the silken threads that held us strong and tight,
were not to bind us but to stretch, to help our soul’s winged flight.

That guiding reign of pure intent forgotten in the deep is now ascending, pulling, to awaken us from sleep.

The web of light around this orb, our home away from home, birthed simply for Her Light to feel, the darkness of alone.

So now we feel the tugging pull, as She reels us in and one by one we must ascend, rejoining with our kin.

It’s not that we must leave this realm, the reverse in fact is true for there are also other kin within this Planet blue.

They were the Fae, the conquered race, who could not stand the dark, who then withdrew and human kind were left to make their mark.

But what a legacy we leave, now that we’re almost done and few in truth remember the one law, “with harm to none.”

No guilt, no fears, no human tears can heal the rift we wrought but if that’s so has our descent been truly, all for nought?

The Lady knows, She holds the threads, She guides us even here, the depths of life’s illusive paths, each step a mortal year.

Each birth anew upon the Wheel, together yet apart, we now as one, ascend to heal Earth’s frail and failing heart.

We feel the pull, as veils thin, to let us see beyond, the Fae returning bring the light, once hidden…almost gone.

The realms of beauty and of love can not be as before, this tapestry of spinning threads must change to be restored.

So once again  life must ascend, as dark is filled with light, we see all that is mirrored, as once day gave way to night.

No separation truly is, between each soul, each spark, for She has never let us fall completely, to the dark.

For half of Her is light indeed, as the other half is night and our descent was that we learn, we’re always in Her sight.

Never alone, never lost, never left to die,
She shone within us all along, She taught us how to fly.

In freedom, joy and clear intent, we flew the well of fears, and now renewed, reclaimed, rebirthed….cleansed by mortal tears.

…blessings…silver

….a small extract from Silver’s Threads……..the web

Adrift between the warp and weft…fragile hands, so pale and deft…weave the scraps of tapestry left…upon the Skeins of Time.

Each colour a note, a sound vibrating…within each sound a memory waiting…to reveal a life unfolding…upon the Skeins of Tyme.

Sweet, discordant, flat or sharp…as the notes wrung from a harp…what lies behind each beating heart…upon the Skeins of Time.

…blessings…silver

…the wheel turns…

...the wheel of life

As a Wytch and a Pagan, the wheel of life turns in full consciousness, spinning threads; a tapestry of colour, light and sound.

Words too, spin threads of colour and when read aloud, create ripples of sound that vibrate out into the ethers awaiting response.

This little innocent poem is a memory from childhood; a snippet I wrote when I was 9 or 10 years of age, which wouldn’t let go of me until I paid it some attention. I was, and still am, always questioning the how, the why of life…..I hope for me, that questioning, never stops.

Wytch Way Round

Wytch way round does the Magick flow,

…does it ever stop,

…is it always on the move,

…ever on the go ?

Wytch way round does the oak leaf know when it’s time to fall,

…from seed to shoot,

…how does it know,

…it could ever grow so tall?

Wytch way round does the caterpillar know,

…how to spin,

…to the left or the right,

…to cocoon itself in.

Wytch way round does a butterfly know,

…when to first emerge,

…then wings open, drying,

…trembles on the verge

Wytch way round does the dragonfly

…know the exact time;

…to crawl from water onto earth,

…before taking to the sky.

Wytch way round does a honey bee know,

…it never needs to roam,

…yet flitting over vast expanses,

…always finds home.

Through the exquisite curiosity of a child, I see the way for us all to find our innocence again….it’s never really lost, just hidden under the burden of adulthood that continuously and unconsciously, speaks to us in our parent’s voices, “grow up, be an adult, act your age, don’t be stupid, stop day dreaming,”…..ad infinitum!

Find your joy in simplicity, be instinctual and intuitive, be child like. There is a vast difference between childish and child like I might add !!

Take a daily journey into nature and let Her open your child’s eyes again.

Be blessed….Silver

….continuing…the magick continues !!

...elemental magick

Magick, the non-identifiable and  illusive, ‘something,’ that holds everything together; the cosmic glue of the universe.

Elemental Earth…the direction South, our physical body and our world as we know it. In magickal theory it is the power to, ‘keep silence,’ the amazing ability that our bodies have to breath without conscious thought. For our heart to beat and our pulses to race: for our glands to respond to fear, pleasure and pain and for all our senses that respond to both internal and external stimuli.

When we are out of balance in elemental earth we are unable to manifest our goals and dreams into reality: our fundamental, natural self becomes unable to live in the moment and can fall into ennui and even depression, then Water swamps us and our internal Fire can be on slow burn, whilst too much Air can make everything into an intellectual treatise.

Elemental Air…the direction East, our higher intellect and in magickal theory, the power, “to know.” Air stimulates the pineal and pituitary glands, in the brain, to aid with higher learning and concepts. Too much Air makes us flighty and leaves us with business unfinished. Water and Air, unbalanced can make us over emotional and our Fire is blown out by Air’s draft or fanned to raging flames, by its gale force winds.

Elemental Fire…the direction North, our fire in the belly and our electrical circuitry, coordination and get up and go ideas. Too much Fire will burn us out. Our thyroid and adrenal glands become hyperactive, leaving us exhausted and spent. We become weakened and fuzzy headed and our body temperature drops. Too little and we have no energy to act for ourselves. To much Air and the flames again are raging out of control but too much Water will drown the flame again whilst more Earth will keep it steady, that we may manifest our desires.

Elemental Water…the direction West and in magickal theory, the power “to dare.” All our emotions are governed by the power of Water: our blood and lymphatic fluids, saliva and the fluid around our brain. Too much Water and we are over emotional, weepy and weak: too much Air will cause a Tsunami or, fan the flames of Fire and the Waters will boil over.

In all cases, where there is an over abundance in any element, the result is the same…Earth will ground us, temper our Fire to a steady flame, soothe our emotional Watery self and ground Air into a tool for bringing in the higher self to reach and understand our, “raison d’être.”

Blessings….Silver