This thing can be said in just two words.
One is first, and the second grows.
Though it is known by most, I've heard
It never really was at all.
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I can topple highest cities.
I can crumble by a kiss.
I am born while I am running.
If I stop, I don’t exist.
I’m best while I’m exploding.
I must grow and must persist.
I am born while I am running.
If I stop, I don’t exist.
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I saw two brothers talking.
They were stationary walking.
Their discourse was but little,
For their tongues they never wiggle.
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There is an old man who is very tall.
And a young man who is very short.
Always the old man asks one question.
Always the young man has one retort.
They raise their arms to the darkness.
They raise their arms to the sun.
The old man grumbles night and day.
But the young man only cries at dawn.
You are a UNICORN! One of the most beautiful and deadly races in Faerphilly, you walk your own path in life. You will not be tamed by man or beast and are always on the move, searching for bigger pastures to run in. Sometimes you might seem stand-offish because of your wild temper, but what few people know about you is that you are vunerable when it comes to love. Take this quiz!
"Do you know what it is to long for the sea? It begins in the belly, like a hunger for a fruit you have not tasted, or for the remnant of salt on your tongue, or for the coarseness of sand between your toes. Like hunger, it can be ignored, put off, or set aside for the sake of present passions. But in time, as all things come in time, the oceanlust reaches into your heart, separating thought and body until nothing exists except yearning."
Lealli "Lover" "Follower" "Beloved"
A word used for someone who has given their selaeh to someone or something. The selaeh literally means the "one desire". Comparitive to giving someone your heart. Everyone has only one selaeh and they are the lealli of whoever they give it to. This not only applies to romantic love, but devotion of all kinds, it depends on whatever or whoever is most important to you.
Hyfaer! "Good danger!"
Comparitive to "It's worth the risk."
Said to soldiers before they go into battle.
From two words: hyd, which means "good" or "well-wishing", and faer, which has many meanings including "danger", "calamity", "risk", "wild", and "untamed".
Fi ay fentan. Fin af fe. "I am my brother. He is me."
Said as a vow of loyalty and friendship between men.
nies’Phet gentfadir un aelfus taoss. "Her father danced with elves they say."
The first line in "The Origin of Fiere"
Lost are the hills and valleys.
Lost are the frozen moors.
Lost are the jagged mountains.
Lost is the glowing shore.
Lost is the golden palace.
Lost is the endless sea.
Lost is the land of the spirits.
Lost is Faerphilly.
-author unknown
from Douglas Waldegrave’s
Traditional Celtic Poems and Folklore (1891)
A few years ago, I visited Wales. Not too incredible, right? But what if I told you that while I was there I found a lost message from another world where nymphs, dragons, unicorns, elves, and other magical creatures still exist? You would probably log off this website right now. I wouldn't blame you. To be honest, I wouldn't believe me either. That is precisely why I will not tell you. I will not tell you how one afternoon my group went to a beach in southern Wales, near Swansea, where the wind was so harsh and the water so cold that I had little else to do but wander into a nearby
small cave on the edge of the water. I would tell you if I thought you would believe me, that in that cave was a little boat. Inside that possibly non-existant little boat were many possibly non-existant little scrolls, each scroll filled with stories written in a language unknown to this world, the faer language, a language in which you may or may not, depending on your taste, choose to believe. I have spent these past years translating, through magic no less, these supposed scrolls, and have been captivated by the tale they, imaginary or otherwise, tell.
If you are believing me so far, then perhaps you will listen when I do not tell you that they were written by an Unnamed Poet who lives in the land of Faerphilly. Assuming that Faerphilly is real, it is a nation that was once a part of this world but fell out of space and time during a catastrophe referred to by the unnamed poet as "the Fall" and now exists in a universe apart from us. However, assuming that Faerphilly is not real, which does seem to be the logical conclusion, then I am sorry to say that legendary heroes such as Fiere of the Black Blade, Freth the Strong, Lord Danon of the Westernes, Shaava of the Oakwood Druids, Brunengang the Beardless, Akitta the Lady of Light, and Laduin the Young must also not be real, and that is a very sad thought.
Now, if you're still with me after all that, I feel it safe to say that we've established that you, I, and our friend Douglas Waldegrave (see poem above) are hypothetically lunatics, and also that the unnamed poet has hypothetically put a lot of time and effort into getting his tales into our world, and it is my hypothetical duty to share them with you. I have compiled a volume of forty of his stories, (there are more, but I am still translating them), which is titled "The Travels of Fiere." Go above to my blog and you can read
a few select tales from the collection, of which you are completely free to believe or disbelieve at your own leisure.
So come all you lunatics and dreamers! If you can still see your monitor when your head's stuck up in the clouds, then have a thought about the (possibly) lost land of Faerphilly. Let's show Faerphilly to this world just as the (maybe non-existant) poet intended!
Winter Solstice, also known as midwinter. This, the longest night of the year, is the time when the Goddess gives birth to the new spark of hope, the Sun Child--light of the world--which was conceived during the rites of Ostara.
The season is for celebrating the rebirth of the sun. The Sun God, who dies at Samhain, is reborn from the Maiden aspect of the Pagan holy trinity: Maiden, Mother, Crone. The notion of "hoping" for the return of summer light seems strange in modern times, but the originators of these traditions did not have the scientific sophistication of contemporary times. The waxing and waning of sunlight was a mystery.
This is one of three holy days that feel supremely comfortable to Pagans because they are celebrated by the culture at large with many of the Pagan customs and conventions in place. The reds and greens, the lights, the trees, the garlands, the song, the feast, the drink...all Pagan as can be. Practices of the season such as gift giving, tree decorating, the hanging of greenery, kissing under the mistletoe and burning of a Yule log are all unmistakably Pagan. The old Pagan ways are the template over which some religious traditions have laid claims to the season.
The most common tradition still in existence from times of old is probably the Yule tree. Stringing rosebuds, cinnamon sticks and popcorn garlands are all Pagan traditions, used for keeping the wood spirits warm during the cold winter months. Bells were hung in the limbs so they would ring when spirits passed by.
Winter Solstice, also known as midwinter. This, the longest night of the year, is the time when the Goddess gives birth to the new spark of hope, the Sun Child--light of the world--which was conceived during the rites of Ostara.
The season is for celebrating the rebirth of the sun. The Sun God, who dies at Samhain, is reborn from the Maiden aspect of the Pagan holy trinity: Maiden, Mother, Crone. The notion of "hoping" for the return of summer light seems strange in modern times, but the originators of these traditions did not have the scientific sophistication of contemporary times. The waxing and waning of sunlight was a mystery.
This is one of three holy days that feel supremely comfortable to Pagans because they are celebrated by the culture at large with many of the Pagan customs and conventions in place. The reds and greens, the lights, the trees, the garlands, the song, the feast, the drink...all Pagan as can be. Practices of the season such as gift giving, tree decorating, the hanging of greenery, kissing under the mistletoe and burning of a Yule log are all unmistakably Pagan. The old Pagan ways are the template over which some religious traditions have laid claims to the season.
The most common tradition still in existence from times of old is probably the Yule tree. Stringing rosebuds, cinnamon sticks and popcorn garlands are all Pagan traditions, used for keeping the wood spirits warm during the cold winter months. Bells were hung in the limbs so they would ring when spirits passed by.
