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Today I talk about magic and witches and what makes magic, I ask the question, what is different between magic and a miracle? I then end the video with a story about the three sisters, water spirits, fae or witches, the accounts vary but they all say they

Today, in honour of Fairy Tales Tuesday we will be talking about, well Fairy Tales. What makes a Fairy Tale a Fairy Tale, how is it different from an Animal Tale and Folklore? I speak about what I think Fairy Tales might be and what others have said they

Welcome to the From the Crows Nest daily show. Today I talk about the mystical Swaailen, what happens when you get caught in it and the best way to anchor yourself in this world so you don't get lost int he mists of the Other Place. Make sure you place "S

St. Catherine's Oratory - Isle of Wight Year first lit: 1328Deactivated: 1547   St. Catherine's Oratory is a medieval lighthouse on St. Catherine's Down, above the southern coast of the Isle of Wight. It was built by Lord of Chale Walter de Godeton (sometimes spelled "Goditon") as an act of penance for plundering wine from the wreck of St. Marie of Bayonne in Chale Bay on 20 April 1313. Not only is it second oldest Lighthouse in the country, but it is also the centre of some very powerful magic, spirituality and ley lines

St. Catherine's Oratory - Isle of Wight Year first lit: 1328Deactivated: 1547   St. Catherine's Oratory is a medieval lighthouse on St. Catherine's Down, above the southern coast of the Isle of Wight. It was built by Lord of Chale Walter de Godeton (sometimes spelled "Goditon") as an act of penance for plundering wine from the wreck of St. Marie of Bayonne in Chale Bay on 20 April 1313. Not only is it second oldest Lighthouse in the country, but it is also the centre of some very powerful magic, spirituality and ley lines

The ancestors of those that live on the Island built monuments that were supposed to stand forever. In stead we have desecrated them and their memories. Our ancestors looking forward in time, Believed respect would be eternal, But today we play for fun on their graves, And here we are, with wind and waves, My heart is broken, bleeding with shame, How did we let this happen? Back in time their names were spoken, Never forgotten and always revered, But thousands of years have passed since then, And the respect we pay to the women and men, Is to rip up their graves, defile their names, How did we let this happen? When did it become the norm to dismiss, To ignore the spirits and to forget? What would they think, if they could see, The desecration of their legacy? So we ripped them up, we dig them out, How did we let this happen? These are not just monuments of death, They are the homes of our ancestors, Their link to to earth from the spirit land, Built with tools, by human hand, They built them up, we broken them down, How did we let this happen? We the present, look back in time, A reflection of them looking back, We must remember and never forget, That we lost their names, we lost respect, We must stop, I say, No more! We can't let this happen.

The ancestors of those that live on the Island built monuments that were supposed to stand forever. In stead we have desecrated them and their memories. Our ancestors looking forward in time, Believed respect would be eternal, But today we play for fun on their graves, And here we are, with wind and waves, My heart is broken, bleeding with shame, How did we let this happen? Back in time their names were spoken, Never forgotten and always revered, But thousands of years have passed since then, And the respect we pay to the women and men, Is to rip up their graves, defile their names, How did we let this happen? When did it become the norm to dismiss, To ignore the spirits and to forget? What would they think, if they could see, The desecration of their legacy? So we ripped them up, we dig them out, How did we let this happen? These are not just monuments of death, They are the homes of our ancestors, Their link to to earth from the spirit land, Built with tools, by human hand, They built them up, we broken them down, How did we let this happen? We the present, look back in time, A reflection of them looking back, We must remember and never forget, That we lost their names, we lost respect, We must stop, I say, No more! We can't let this happen.

Darkness reigned for a thousand years, The land was drenched by people’s tears, Sorrow reigned through days of night, Pyres set alight and bright, Hear the deathly cries of woe, No summer now, just winter’s snow. A cursed visitor had come to live, No happiness did this creature give, Its soul was black as pitch or tar, A death he brought from lands afar, He stole the day and all the light, He turned the island to darkest night. But in the darkness, there was sight, A tiny glow, but shining bright, Three sisters made from ancient source, The twins plus one to set the course, Life in their veins, it does run, Their perfect gifts returned the sun. The Western Yar, still flows strong, The first sister heals through song, The Eastern Yar, from spring to sea, The second sister will always be, And in the middle, from south to north, Third sister’s bounty will pour forth. Reflected in the sky at night, Three stars together, shining bright, Three sisters forever in the sky, Radiant now and in days gone by, Watching over our Island home, From churning sea, to our sacred stone.

Darkness reigned for a thousand years, The land was drenched by people’s tears, Sorrow reigned through days of night, Pyres set alight and bright, Hear the deathly cries of woe, No summer now, just winter’s snow. A cursed visitor had come to live, No happiness did this creature give, Its soul was black as pitch or tar, A death he brought from lands afar, He stole the day and all the light, He turned the island to darkest night. But in the darkness, there was sight, A tiny glow, but shining bright, Three sisters made from ancient source, The twins plus one to set the course, Life in their veins, it does run, Their perfect gifts returned the sun. The Western Yar, still flows strong, The first sister heals through song, The Eastern Yar, from spring to sea, The second sister will always be, And in the middle, from south to north, Third sister’s bounty will pour forth. Reflected in the sky at night, Three stars together, shining bright, Three sisters forever in the sky, Radiant now and in days gone by, Watching over our Island home, From churning sea, to our sacred stone.

Many of you have probably heard of the Brownies and I am not talking about the delicious chocolate treats. I am talking about the helpful spirits who frequent your home: the little creatures who, when treated well will serve you and your household loyally. These spirits, though shy, are known to dwell in every home where love and affection is shown; you may not see them, but they will let you know they’re there. This story, is about one such creature and the house that he lived in. The house was old, no one could rightly say how old, but it surely was. The roof was made of thatch, the walls of wattle-and-daub and the floor was made of handsome stones of all sizes.

Many of you have probably heard of the Brownies and I am not talking about the delicious chocolate treats. I am talking about the helpful spirits who frequent your home: the little creatures who, when treated well will serve you and your household loyally. These spirits, though shy, are known to dwell in every home where love and affection is shown; you may not see them, but they will let you know they’re there. This story, is about one such creature and the house that he lived in. The house was old, no one could rightly say how old, but it surely was. The roof was made of thatch, the walls of wattle-and-daub and the floor was made of handsome stones of all sizes.

The First Dragon tells the story of the first of their kind, the Mother Dragon and how she brought unity to our Sacred Isle. In the time of the three islands, before this Sacred Isle became one, all the lands lay still and cold. The Gods moved over the bare ground, working their magic and creating a dominion for themselves. They created mountains and valleys, forests and grasslands and over eons they created all the creatures that roamed, flew and swam.Powerful magic was used to create this wonderful world and it should be of no surprise that left in hidden parts of the world bits of this magic remained.

The First Dragon tells the story of the first of their kind, the Mother Dragon and how she brought unity to our Sacred Isle. In the time of the three islands, before this Sacred Isle became one, all the lands lay still and cold. The Gods moved over the bare ground, working their magic and creating a dominion for themselves. They created mountains and valleys, forests and grasslands and over eons they created all the creatures that roamed, flew and swam.Powerful magic was used to create this wonderful world and it should be of no surprise that left in hidden parts of the world bits of this magic remained.