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[DuckiesDarling]

link (http://greywalkerspeaks.wordpress.com/2012/08/12/what-is-unsaid)

What Is Unsaid

August 12, 2012 by greywalkersdream (http://greywalkerspeaks.wordpress.com/author/greywalkersdream/)
Humanity is indeed a strange race.

You water everything down, try to make it easier to swallow, make it lighter, make it “better.”
Since the dawn of time you seem to desire the wildness, the difference, the “other.” Yet still you shy away from it, tell yourselves it is not natural, is not “civilized.” You take the ancient mythologies and drain them of all truth. You take all the emotion, all the magick out of it.

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When you think of the Gods and Goddesses, you think of far-off Beings who have no power. Who did things, said things, and no more. You have lost the emotions that went along with the tales. You have lost Hera’s divine jealousy. Zeus’ unending lust for life, and for the flesh. You have lost the esctacy that comes with Bacchus’ wine. You have forgotten the wild, madcap dances of Pan’s Maenads.

And why? Why have you forsaken all you once knew for this dry, distasteful clinical nature? Why have you stripped the feeling from every ancient tale, every magick from what we once knew? Why have you taken the Fairies out of Fairy Tales? It began with the Victorians. Silencing the old tales because they were uncouth, and too wild. Why, they would putthoughts in Children’s heads.

Children today have forgotten fairyland. They have forgotten how to dream. They are enamored of these electronic toys, of imitating adults, of growing too quickly. They are becoming “adult” before they have the maturity to understand it. Fairyland gave them that maturity.

Do you remember having an imaginary friend when you were small? Do you remember knowing that your teddy bear would protect you from the monsters under the bed? Do you remember your heart racing as you read of heroes; REAL heroes; risking everything for their kingdoms, honor, and their lady-love?
What do you remember of Camelot? Of the flying banners from the battlements, the cool grey stone silent in the summer heat? Of the sound of trumpets, the beating of the war-drums, the screams of the chargers as they bore their knights into battle? Do you remember the sound of sword on sword, of metal on metal, the battle cries of a thousand men as they fought, and bled, and died on the green, green grass beneath an endless blue sky?

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Do you remember the silent wood? Of endless shadows beneath ancient trees? Of finding that little hidden cave amid the hills and streams covered by a hundred years of fallen leaves? Do you remember meeting the Little Folk who cavort amid the flowers and the mists? Do you remember Avalon? Of the Wise Women who sat before their cauldrons, speaking in riddles to honorable men and women of what was to be, and what may be, and what may never come to pass? Do you remember magick?

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Do you remember wonder, and awe, and desire, and endless yearning to BE that be-armored and be-horsed knight? Or that gracious, gentle Lady? Do you remember WISHING you could be the shield-maiden who fought beside the men? Or the Fae Woman who gave the hero his enchanted armor, and everlasting blade? Do you remember how to Dream?

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This age has robbed us of that innocent joy, and even of the innocent fear. It is good to fear the darkness, so long as fear does not lead us into hatred. We must love and desire that which is different, that which challenges and demands an answer for our faith. We must decide what is worth fighting for, and fight for it tooth and nail. Do you remember how to do that? Do you remember what it was like to speak from the heart, without fearing the witch-hunt mentality this age has given birth to?

I do. I remember a hundred nights lying awake by lamplight, eagerly reading the written word. It did not matter that it was another’s fantasy, and the words were only dead ink on a page. To my young mind, those words were the spell that could make those worlds LIVE.

Give this world back it’s magick.

Give it back its wonder.

Give it back it’s childhood, for childhood is sweet, and noble, and innocent.

Give your children back their Dreams.

Give them back their fantasy.

Do not tell them that a relationship is all they need. That they must be young and beautiful forever to be worth anything. That they must be shocking to be popular, and cruel to be liked. Do not allow them to believe that the world will fall at their feet, and they will always rule their own tiny sphere. Let them know hardship. Let them know the gift of struggle, of work. Let them know of the dangers that lie in the world, and that someday they will be strong enough to face them.

Teach them to stand on their own, so that they may fall or walk on their own when the time comes.

Teach them to live, so that they may seek and find their own magick, their own dreaming, no matter where it leads them.

For then, then, we will have our world as it was meant to be.

~Greywalker~

[Randypan]

Bright Blessings!

[darkeyes]

I read your post a little earlier darlin darlin' a little earlier and a tear ran down as it pricked memory.. it reminded me so much of few paragraphs of a letter my dad gave me the day I left home to make my own way in the world.. when I got home I looked it out and would love to share with you just few words of that letter... I hope you don't mind.. in his letter dad said this and is why your post resonated so in my heart... and thank you for reminding me of it...


Never forget from whence you came and what you are. Always be the child but become the woman, yet never lose sight of your place in this world; give to it as well as accept its gifts kindly and never forget the magic which was once in your childish heart. Our world is such magical place but is also a place we cause great hurt, for from it as we journey the passage of life in our uncaring cruelty we forget and extinguish the magic which it contains. Like Tinkerbelle and the fairies, each time we deny magic. a little piece of magic disappears.

When the time comes and you have your own children and the time comes for them too to fly from their mother's arms to become man or woman do for them as your mother and I have tried to do for all of you; prepare them for an adulthood which is full of hard work and in which as long as you live your life is never quite your own. You must give and not only take and to place a little of the magic into the hearts of your own child are both the greatest of gifts. Keep alive that magic in your heart for should it pass from memory you will lose that essence which is you and become something else, something soulless. Without soul, your way in the world may become easier yet it will end in pain.

Frankie, of the three it is our baby we worry and fear for most. You are the most childlike and have so many dreams. Now you go out in search of those dreams but you are the one who is most frail and we fear that life treating you harshly will rip from you that soul which is so precious and take from you that magic which is rightfully yours, Our outwardly tough little madam who cries when she thinks no one can hear and curls into a little ball at pain and hurt; who takes rejection so poorly. Keep your dreams and the magic with you always. Never cease to be at least part child, for the child in you and the magic in your heart will be your shield and will guide you throughout your life.

Try little girl always to be the child of our Mother Earth, never her mistress and enslaver.

It isn't the same as Greywalker's words but it is a similar concern of different man for both his child and for the world he loved. I have tried to live up to my dad's advice but have often fallen down badly on it... but still I try and when I finally pass out of this world I hope my children can say that within their hearts is left just a little of the magic which was placed there by me, and that they too can face the world and say that they love that world every bit as much of not more than my dad and I and in their lifetimes will have done far more for its well being and for the well being not only of our kind, but for all living things which exist in this most beautiful and magical of places..

[æonpax]

I used to have demons
in my room at night
Desire, despair, desire
So many monsters



Her suitcases were packed. Everything of sentimental value was already moved. Slowly by slowly, little by little, shred by shred, she emptied her room until there was just the frame of the bed left.

She looked at the empty wall...white silhouettes where once hung posters, pictures and memorabilia are all that remained of a time when her room was a prison and a refuge from her parents.

Her graduation party was going on but how funny, no one noticed she was missing from it.

Sneaking out the front door with her last two pieces of luggage, a friend takes them from her and put's them in the back seat of her car.

Looking back, she hears music, laughter and loud adult conversation coming from the back yard. She thinks to herself, "one last time I will call you Mother and Father, then never again."

She hears her friend starting the car....No notes, no good-byes, no more I love you's. She enters the car, gives her friend a loving kiss, puts the car in gear, then drives off.

She sees her friend waving to her in the rear-view mirror, breathes a heavy sigh, then turns onto to the highway. The shadows of her past are now one less than infinite.

[darkeyes]

That blog author has issues and has way too much negative thinking as do other people here. Kids do use their imaginations, and this is not something of the past even if the blog's author wants to now claim that it is.
As usual you and I read words and glean a different tale..I am not a mean spirited person I do not believe unlike some and have both belief and hope when there often appears to be none...there is much in the blog which is negative I agree, but if the eyes, heart and mind of a person sees that negativity and draws it to the attention of the reader that such need not be, this is a positive thing, not one to bitch about.. I am an unashamedly emotional and sentimental human being, raised by two unashamedly emotional and sentimental human beings to love our world and what is good in it and to lament the passing of much that was once good and to try and bring to the world good that it has forgotten, lost or never had. We may disagree on what that means but I see nothing negative in any human being appealing to others for a little magic and a little more caring in the world. For a return to the good which once was and by extension to strive for that good which as yet has never been....

[Long Duck Dong]

I grew up with books on mythology... and I loved the books about the 300+ celtic gods and goddesses, the roman and greek gods and goddesses.....and the many tales of the arabian nights..... myths and fairy tales some of them may be... but there was a magic to them, a world to escape into for a young child....

now we have many console games where players can become their characters and live out the battles electronically..... albeit with weapons and spaceships......but even now and then, the magic returns as it once did with star wars.... and harry potter.....

let the children dream, let them enjoy their imaginations and fantasy worlds.... cos it is not long before they become adults, and find that reality can be harsh and cold and full of people that try to crush their real dreams at every turn...... be it by governments rules, social structures, big business and groups that try to create their perfect world in a vain attempt to make people happy....

happiness can be a simple dream come true for a person and we all have simple dreams.....be it as a sword wielding warrior or a princess.... or as a happily married person or one in a contented and working open relationship / marriage......