EDENDENE BOOKSMy paranormal fiction reflects my deep passion for the numinous realms. I love myth and mystery and magical things, and journeys to that liminal place where the veil between worlds is gossamer thin...
I am hugely grateful to Dave Thomas from ‘Walk The Talk’ podcasts on the AudioBoom Network for narrating this little short story I penned. Dave’s voice is totally delicious … Like warm chocolate and fine wine…
Have a listen and Enjoy!
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Love Eily x
Blessed by blue skies on a sultry Summer day, I lay upon a lush green lawn in my English Country garden. The scent of Honeysuckle and Jasmine hang sweetly on the air, blending with Roses and Lavender. Such delicate fragrances delight the senses. They are dancing to the soft calling of birds and the low humming of nectar gathering bees. A Ray of Light playfully glints through rustling Beech Tree leaves and I watch Swifts riding the breeze. So high, soaring to the edge of blue. Soft caresses of sunlight are kissing my skin.
I close my eyes and dream of you.
Eily Nash ~ 2020
…And so they come to feed, like raptors on your flesh until you are no more than the bones of carrion. You did not see them for what they were, until it was too late. Behind innocent eyes a deep sea of jealousy lies. There is no kindness in words that cut the fabric of a soul.
Eily Nash ~ 2020
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She was a Writer, weaving stories around the emotions she read in others. He was a charming enigma. Eyes, deep as the cold North sea. She searched their dark depths, looking for answers but chose to leave her unasked question hanging in the air.
Who or what had poisoned his heart to love? Would he tell? She doubted that. A mystery she would have to unravel, as with a greedy ear she anticipated listening to the tales he may or may not share.
Eily Nash ~ 2020
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He lay down his head to sleep with a secret his heart did keep. Beneath the dark blanket of night the mysteries of love revealed that which by the light of day was concealed. Lovers locked in each others arms. He was entranced by a Sorceress and her bewitching charms ✨
Eily Nash~ 2020
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DIMPSEY DUSK
I’d heard many an ancient story told, of the magic the Bluebell Woods may hold. Did I believe it, was it for real? If a mortal man stood in a faerie ring, precious time was something they would steal. Could there really be such a thing? The thoughts rattled around my head, I admit by curiosity I was led. It was back in the merry month of May, as I recall, ’twas Beltane day and just as the dimpsey dusk had begun to fall, I heard enchantment call.
I set off down a country lane, clambering over stiles, a rickety bridge across a rhyne and through the fields of Barley, until I stood at the entrance to the Bluebell Woods. I had left the world so mundane, seeking the magic that lives in a space beyond the confines of time. I stood very still, barely holding my breath. What if the myths were true, could meeting the Fae really cause a man’s death? Beautiful Bluebells, their scent pervaded the air. Suddenly I did not care as their tinkling chimes dispelled my fear, I could sense the magic as I drew near.
With glow worms to light the way, I followed a winding trail, determined to return to tell the tale. The leaves begin to sway, dancing to the birds signalling the end of day. Then I saw him, my heart skipped a beat. A little fellow, so dapper and neat. He had a suit of red and green, such a creature I had never seen. Shiny black shoes with silver buckles upon his feet. With cheerful words he greeted me, ‘Good Sir, Merry Meet!’
I was so surprised when he spoke and told me he was of the Elven folk. Reaching up, he took my hand and led me into an enchanted land.How blessed was I to see a sight, granted to a mortal man that warm Summer’s night. In a clearing in the woods, the Beltane fire burned high and bright. Beside the Elf, I felt brave and I felt bold, and so I stood, quite at ease and protected by the trees, and watched it all unfold.
I was midst the Royal Court of the Fae as their magical May procession got underway, led by the Faerie Queen and her Holly King. Oh her beauty had to be seen! Her silken gown was spun from gossamer threads, a golden diadem upon her lovely head. Her flaxen hair was loose and long and came tumbling down. Her Consort, a majestic sight as he took her hand and they sallied forth into the night. The Faerie folk, Elves, Hobgoblins, Dryads, Sprites and Nymphs all bowed down to She who wore the Green Wood Crown.
Enchanted I watched as their Majesties walked by, the Faerie Queen caught my eye. She beckoned me to join her entourage and follow the retinue. I did not hesitate, grabbing the little Elf by the hand, I did as she bid me to and went further into the deep dark woods. Along the way Fireflies flew, tiny sparks of dazzling, dancing light, as the procession came through.
By the Beltane fire, I saw two thrones, hewn from ancient stone. I felt the power build and rise from the forest floor. I had wandered through a liminal corridor. A land of beauty, magic, song and dance. The whole forest was alive, and I was entranced. Beetles, bugs and Bees joined in the festivities. There was nectar to sip and cake to eat. A giant toadstool became my seat. Fallow Deer, Badgers, Stoats, Mice, Foxes, Hedgehogs and Voles are came creeping shyly in to pay homage to the Faerie Queen. Such marvellous sights, the like of which I had never seen!
And through the night music played, on a Harpsichord, flutes and Mandolins, and a Nightingale sang madrigals and songs of Courtly love. Oh how we danced and twirled and spun in circles, round and round. My feet hardly touched the ground! And then from somewhere high above, I heard a Barn Owl screech and in a happy, dizzy haze I fell upon the forest floor. The sights and sounds receded, I looked but although he was needed, my Elven friend was somewhere out of reach.
Beneath the light of a Flower Moon, the Faerie Queen looked upon her blessed realms of The Summerlands, stretching as far as the eye can see. Beauty reaching to infinity. With a wave of her magic wand and the mists begin to rise around Avalon. Sleep fell upon me, and enchanted by the Queen of the Green Wood’s spell, I kept the secret. For their story I would never tell.
Eily Nash (2020)
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Gossamer Threads: Short Stories
Image:PixabayTell me my love, what is the essence of us?
Where do you begin and I end?
There is no Alpha nor Omega on the bridge across forever.
For I hold you in the heart of my very Being as if you were I, and I you. We come together as One.
Two charged particles of Light, meeting and merging in a quantum field in the dark heart of night.
Who could understand the mysteries of what the eye cannot see?
Only the secrets of the Soul can set free Love that lives and breathes across eternity.
Eily Nash
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Thank you for reading and following my blog. Here is a little treat for poetry lovers, my book ‘Hymn To Her’ is free to download on Kindle ebookstoday.
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“He’s in you, He’s in me…The gentle breeze rustling through the trees and sun kissed rain falling upon storm tossed seas”
The open road can be very long when you are weary and have travelled way too far with a heavy burden of baggage of life slung on your back. I see by your eyes you are tired and alone, so come join me, sit down. Warm your bones by my fire. Kick back, rest for a while. Hear me strum my guitar, we’ll serenade the night by the light of the moon and soft starlight. I can offer you to sup the fruit of the vine, some elderflower wine, maybe a drop of Moonshine, or Dandelion beer? Whatever your choice, a cup of good cheer.
In the words of my song, there’s a tale to be told, my story is not new but a ballad of old. You see I have walked this path for many a year and many a traveller has greedy an ear to sit down and share good food sizzling on the pan and hear the music retell the ‘Ballad of the Magical Music Man’.
He was the stranger I met outside my tent, just like you, when my soul was rent, and this old heart has been broken in two. Chanced upon me singing the blues for those feeling old, battle worn and ravaged by time, strumming their stories in words and in rhyme.
He sat down beside me, kicked off his travelling boots and warmed his toes by the fire. I noticed the flames grew brighter and quite a bit higher. I saw the smile in his eyes, they laughed at it all, the highs and the lows, just how we can fall and how we can soar. Take flight, feeling fear like a Doe or face the good fight with a Lion’s roar.
“Met them all, without judgement,” he said, “those fizzing with life and the walking dead! Saw deep in their hearts and souls, secrets long buried, so easily read.”
The Magical Music-man? I asked where was he from? He grabbed a banjo and just started to strum. Asked where he was heading? His cobalt eyes looked to a star strewn sky, “How’s that for bedding?!’” Came his enigmatic reply.
The tales he could tell brought laughter and tears. Taught you enjoy your life and face your fears. He’d easily pick up and play many a tune on a tin whistle, a flute lute or lyre. By the light of moon and fading campfire. He’d make a Mandolin sing with plaintive desire. Told me he’d climbed the Himalayas, played both Bowls and Tingsha in Tibetan Temples on the roof of the World and the Banjo in the mountains of Appalachia. Said he’d sat with Siddhas at the banks of the Ganges and strummed a Sitar, then crossed the Mississippi to Memphis with his guitar. There was not a sight he had not seen, nor a place he had not been.
He was a Wizard, a Seer, both Mage and the Sage. He was an innocent child, and as old as time, a conundrum, paradox and rhyme. The soft, mountain stream, the sun on your face. He understood the rage of righteous might and black bayou’s in the dark heart of night. A gift of Grace and not of this time or this place.
When he left, I was a better man for him finding me when I had lost my way, pray one day he finds you too. The Magical Music Man, he’ll see right through you and set you straight on the path that is meant to be. No hiding, no defence or false pretence.
It’s no surprise he gave no name, without sin, without blame, the Magical Music Man? An Angel in disguise. A guiding Light through life’s dark night, illuminating God in you and God in me…The gentle breeze and the storm-tossed seas.
© Eily Nash
Extract from my latest collection of short stories, on Amazon now!
“With threads of silver and gold, she worked at her loom creating a tapestry of love and life. Such is the art of the Word Weaver. ”
A beguiling collection of 33 tales exploring the multi faceted aspects of love and connection in interpersonal relationships. With just a touch of magic and a hint of the supernatural woven in.
From the pen of Author Eily Nash, the definitive collection of her short stories.
I am so excited to be part of this new anthology of #INFJ #Poetry. I actually cried reading the words the editors penned about my contributions. The Kindle version is available for pre-order, release date tomorrow! Paperback to follow on Sunday.
Did I say I was excited?!! 💕😀💕
The Day is done, tired thoughts slowly fade to grey. Do you find comfort, as you lay down your weary head on the island of your bed? Drifting on the shifting sands of reality upon the shores of sleep. The Sandman will soon take you sailing into the void and blessed oblivion of the deep.
Catch the Moon beams as they come dancing in a playful game, glancing off the window panes, across the ceiling and upon the walls. They turn the darkness of your room into sacred, hallowed halls.
For in twilight hours and liminal space, nothing is as it truly seems. Do you want to walk into the forest of the night? I will take you through numinous mists and midnight rays of Light, onto the field of dreams.
Lady La Luna’s tendrils weave Her gossamer, silken strands, enticing you back to the Heavens above. Entranced by the music of the night, dancing across the stars, into the arms of the pure Light of Love.
The Lady heard the yearning of your Soul to be free, to be whole. There is so much more to see, so much more for you to be! Forget life’s silent screams, believe in Magick and know that you are innocent when you dream.
With the rising of the sun, the mysteries of night are done. Leaving fragrant fragments like blossom on the breeze and the whisper of the trees, beyond reason, beyond rhyme. Moments that breathe, in fragile memories of the Truth, we only find by stepping outside time.
~Eily Nash 2020
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Mind, Body, Spirit… As humans, we need more than just food to fuel the body, we also need sustenance for the mind and our Spirit too. “Wellbeing” is a term that is increasingly coming into our awareness. Especially amongst our precious First Responders, who often have to face traumas in their daily lives most of us would never experience. Bodies are resilient, yet they can become depleted, tired and overwhelmed by circumstances. So too can our minds and then our Spirit.
Depth psychology is of huge interest to me. My daughter is an Alumni of Psychology at Regent’s University, London and my closest friend works in the field of mental and emotional health as a clinical Psychotherapist in Vancouver. As a writer, I explore depth psychology and the human condition through the lens of my characters’ experiences and inter personal relationships. In our household, we understand and integrate the concept of wholeness and wellbeing.
I was hugely excited to come across Dave Thomas on Twitter. With a career spanning over 20 years in the UK Police, he has vast experience dealing with the aftermath of both traumatic and emotional situations. The varied guests on his show share honest, raw and real accounts of their true life experiences as well as offering solid advice from professional viewpoints.
I have found all these stories absolutely riveting, as a listener becoming immersed in the diverse worlds of amazing people like Lt Col Will Meddings, a Leader in the British Army, Bestselling Author & retired Police Commander, John Sutherland, Heart Transplant Recipient, Kate Hutchings (an absolutely awe inspiring woman.) The lovely Toni White, men’s mental health advocate, and many, many more.
And it is my great pleasure to introduce and share with my lovely readers worldwide Dave’s excellent Podcast show “WALK THE TALK”.
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“Dave Thomas is a wonderful host and interviewer; his questions are “just right.” Dave leads his guests organically into each next point by holding the space for them and listening so that he makes it very easy for guests to stay in the flow of the topic at hand. As a psychotherapist who works with First Responders, I also appreciate that Dave keeps his police audience in mind, asking questions from their perspective and from his depth of police experience. Dave’s approach offers a solid combination of hard-earned knowledge and fresh curiosity, graciousness and open-minded exploration of new ideas. He sets the tone perfectly for guests to feel like they are in ‘good hands.'”
~ Dr Michelle Gibson, PhD, Vancouver, Canada
In shallow waters he teased and played, enticing hungry bodies to lust and fall to sin. Then with practiced ease, no remorse or backward glance, he would callously walk away, leaving heartache in his wake. Broken shells and shattered dreams on the empty shore of love.
Until the fateful day he heard the Siren’s warning call.
‘Beware the beautiful mind that draws you in.’
Intrigued by the beguiling deep, he slowly waded into the stillness of the sea, thinking he was free to ebb and flow and ride the tide, like the Starfish on the beach.
Yet each time he heard the song of the Siren, he went further until there was no ground beneath his feet.
Falling
Falling
Siren calling …
Who could save a drowning man from his own desires as he became a willing prisoner to the deep?
Eily Nash
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With sea green eyes, you taunt and tantalise. They dream and fantasise as you tease, you please, bring the unsuspecting to their knees. Behind an enigmatic smile, hides deceit & guile. Such wicked games you innocently play, then coldly walk away. The lying enemy within, whispers Love is a sin.
Eily Nash
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Meet me on the field of dreams
Where nothing is as it seems
Deep in the realms of dark fantasy
Desire brought us together in reality
Summoned by power of Witch light
Love and lust lit up the heart of night
Dawn broke & the cold light of day
Crept in to steal night’s magic away✨
Eily Nash
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One of my favourite Authors is Alexander Wallis, his book ‘The Way Knight’ is simply the best Fantasy Novel I have read, he writes lyrical prose with such depth, making even the dark and dangerous beautiful. I found out he is also an accomplished poet and am so excited Alex is sharing his verse with us on Edendene Books.
JUST AS A CANDLE
Just as a candle doth soft bestow its light
And cast about its promise, even deeper pools of night
Thus is a whispered knowledge, sweet insight
Cast without sound to make the heart excite.
Shadows like robes may clothe our souls tonight
Sorrows and foes may every moment blight
Yet stars have a constellation, to hope ignite
They do not chose, but know them at first sight.
THE VAMPIRE QUEEN LENORA
From the ancient castle sung
The vampire queen, Lenora.
Her song evoked the tragedies
Of every soul who saw her.
Ravens were her company
And spiders were her spies,
And by her side a blind man stood
Whose blood trailed from his eyes.
‘Oh, Lenora. Marry me!’
Her knight, Cervantes, dared.
He had scaled the battlements
Black roses in his pail.
‘Be not alone, for I have roamed
The kingdom in thy name.
Of all your knights, I love you best.
Deny me not – for shame.’
Lenora’s lips revealed her teeth
Her eyes sad as the grave,
‘Cervantes, do you see the man
Upon the palisade?’
Cervantes looked but only saw
A titan hewn from rock
‘But that is just a statue
And it has a cherub’s cock.’
The queen picked out a single rose
Plucked petals to the bone
‘I must possess me such a man
Be he God, or hewn from stone.’
‘Mi’lady,’ her brave champion growled
‘No perfect thing can love
For it is pain and weakness that
Stirs feelings from above.’
Lenora kissed her knight, ‘Good sir,
I do treasure your valour
But I must find the perfect king
Such as stands upon yon tower’
And so the knight stood lowly watch
While Lenora’s voice took flight
Both with longing in their hearts
In the dark song of the night.
WINTERS ROSE
Snow falls upon a rose
Season of immortality.
Winter’s kiss on frosty beauty
Petal and thorn adorned equally.
Snow and rose – a perfect moment
Ravaged by time and mortality.
Snow dies, young rose lives on
Will you remember me?
The Way Knight is available as both paperback & Kindle editions on Amazon
This was my review:-
“I am the crown of eternal stars, I am the armour forged from scars…”
Just finished reading this brilliant Dark Fantasy tale and am in awe of the author’s writing skill, it is a masterclass in storytelling.
This was my first foray into the dark fantasy genre and I was not sure if it would be for me, but from the first page I was gripped, staying up into the small hours reading, total immersed in the gothic and dystopian landscape, populated by rich characterisation.
The story centres around a young woman, Daimonia, who after a traumatic event sets off on a perilous quest to reconnect with her powerful Mother who is a Captain in a far flung Garrison. She is accompanied across a bloody and brutal landscape by Goodkin, a Way Knight, charged with protecting her and the other travellers in their company. There are powerful enemies and foes along the way. And thus the adventures begin.
I don’t want to give any plot spoilers, as the story is fast paced with each scene incredibly well written, the narrative is a flowing river of eloquent words. The ending is one of the best I have read. Totally griping. Following one of the most delicately written and emotive chapters in the book, it was a shocking and crashing crescendo. A totally unexpected finale and so satisyingly good.
The Way Knight is bloody, brutal, beautiful and brilliant. I loved it and the characters Daimonia and Goodkin stepped off the page and lit up my imagination. If it were possible to give 10 stars I would. Read for yourself. It is excellent!
I am delighted to share the work of talented Poet, Nicole Wild, who has just published her first book, “Rooted:A Once Unchained Anthology” ~A collection of poems challenging modern perspectives on life, beautifully amplified by unique, creative flare.
CHANGE
Beast drapes his shoulders
His scornful mothers whipping tongue
Tells him he’s unlovable
“It’s he who’s the broken one”
Her death does come
He mans the gates with heavy guns
Believes he’s unlovable
“He’d only break someone”
They all got stuck here
Inside his long door’d corridors
Believing he’s unreasonable
“Not where love belongs”
Grace came to the gates
They were towering and safe
Believing she could move beyond
“Is this where I belong?”
Beast sees her eyes
She drinks deep his soul
His blood brings her love
“We’re no longer broken, we’re one.”
ABOUT ME
A shining world unseen
rivers, fishes and seas
in me
raging, coarsing, flooding
overwhelming, breaking seams
Earth my roots do love you
brambles, birds and trees
I see
soaring, growing, living
breathing hope, believe
Father sky I am yours
thunder, rain and air
I live
beneath, learn, concede
Unfolding plan, unseen.
Visit Nicole’s website at unchainedinside.wordpress.com
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Nicole Wild rightly deserves the 5* reviews and praise received on Amazon.
“The last line in this gorgeous anthology reads ‘We write to heal our souls’. My goodness, how through her poems, the author takes the reader on a journey, through the emotions that flow through the human heart. Her words are poignant, delicate, strong. And throughout you hear the call of an incredibly beautiful soul. I absolutely loved this book. Highly recommended.”
I have a special place, the Bluebell woods. Time stands still when you visit the place of the Fey✨
In the winter of my broken heart, I lay down to rest in the harsh embrace of the cold, hard ground. I am so near and yet so far, whisper your name, but you do not hear. Earthbound, alone with just fragrant fragments and memories of lost love. I watch the seasons pass like Blossom on the breeze from the cold comfort of my Country Churchyard.
Eily Nash
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By beguiling witch-light I fell so deeply into the depths of her Obsidian eyes. What was I looking for, perhaps some long forgotten lost aspects of myself?
Instead I found her true essence hiding in the twilight chambers of her heart.
Through me, a mortal man, she was set free. No longer destined to be imprisoned walking on hot burning coals behind hell’s gates, but to walk hand in hand y with me, in the hallowed halls of Sacred Love that flow into Eternity.
Eily Nash
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It was just a passing glance, meeting by pure chance. And for a moment frozen in time, my heart’s true desire was mine. Freed from the constraints of conventual reality, I looked into his fathomless eyes, let my Spirit fly free. Across the eons we travelled far. Bohemian Lovers dancing on Stars.
Eily Nash~2020
📚All my books are available on amazon.com/author/eilynash📚
📚And also a free selection from the Apple iBooks store 📖
From my home midst the Star Nurseries of Alpha Tauri we saw Her tears falling and heard Her distress call come travelling from a beautiful blue planet, across time and space and our shared galaxy, Orion’s Arm.
The Spirit of the Earth, Gaia, had cried out in anguish. Her children were in pain, for in their ignorance they had opened Pandora’s box and unleashed the Furies upon themselves. We set sail, across the cosmos, passing planets, nebulae, suns, stars and moons.
With heavy hearts we stood on the roof of the world and looked down, as if into the abyss itself. Gaia whispered the Truth. That which should have been heaven upon the good Earth was now becoming hell. And all was in the balance betwixt Light and eternal darkness.
We looked and saw deep into the hearts, minds and souls of Man. There were those who wore the armour of dishonour, prepared to sacrifice the World for greed, seeing goodness as weakness. There were also those who wore a mantle of goodness, loved and cared deeply for all Life, knowing it to be a precious gift of the Godhead. They longed for the paradigm shift that would birth a new way of Being. Understanding that ‘All is One.’
The sorrow of the Earth ripped through us. We could not stand still and watch the sons and daughters of the Earth destroy each other along with Gaia, their Great Mother. We had carried with us across the Galaxy Seeds of Light. We scattered the precious seeds far and wide, knowing they would grow in the hearts of men. It would take time, but the tide would turn.
Our mission complete, we returned home, And as we travelled, we played the music of the Spheres and sung in praise.
Back on The beautiful blue planet, our Star Seeds heard the Love Song of the Universe. They remembered they were born from Love and would return to Love and they too began to sing✨
Eily Nash ~2020
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Dear Readers,
A gift from me to you. I want to make my books freely available as we all work through the global challenges of Covid -19 and social distancing and self isolation. Amazon, who publish my books allow 5 free days. So this week I offer you a supernatural tale of a coercive relationship, where love triumphs over evil 💕
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Dear Readers,
Feel free to download for free the Kindle edition of my collection of short stories with a delicious hint of the supernatural ✨
I would like to share a little 20 minute meditation that I made up and have been doing for a great many years.I strongly feel that when we are at one with Nature and look after our beautiful Planet Earth, then we, Gaia’s Beloved children, are also nurtured and grow in love and understanding for All that Is.
I offer this, with Love from me to you x
PLANETARY HEALING MEDITATION/VISUALISATION FOR GAIA
Find a comfortable place to sit or lay down, making sure you will be warm and not disturbed. Take several deep breathes. As you breathe in, you are filling your lungs with energising pure white Light. And as you breathe out you are letting go of all stress, strain or worry. This is your special time to connect deeply with Gaia, the spirit of our beautiful planet Earth and your own special deities, with the Saints, Ascended Masters, Angels, Archangels and the Divine Feminine and with All that Is, Source, God, The Godhead. We are all one.
As above, so below, as without, so within.
When you are ready, we will begin. Use whatever senses you like to enjoy our planetary healing visualisation/mediation: See, hear or sense the words in a way that works for you!
See a beautiful crystalline pyramid surrounding you, the base beneath your feet and the tip of the pyramid reaching through the stratosphere to the very edge our beautiful planet Earth. Now see another inverted pyramid, the base beneath your feet and the tip to the underside of Earth, our home in our amazing Universe. The two pyramids merge into an octahedron, with you perfectly calm and perfectly safe within.
Now see/sense/feel a brilliant white Light pouring from the Heart of Heaven down through the pyramid, through YOU…The Light is cleansing, purifying and healing. It pours through your crown and fills every part of you: skin, bones, muscles, organs, blood, nervous system and also your auric field.
The Light travels through, in, around and down you and out your feet continuing through the pyramid, through to the edge of the Earth. It is beautiful to be held in this Light from Heaven itself.
From your lovely and loving heart centre the Light begins radiating out in concentric circles to your home, your loved ones, friends, neighbourhood, your village, city, town, your country and onwards in waves out into the whole wide world.
It feels so good to be held in the light of Love. Knowing you are a Light-worker for the good of both Gais and the Cosmos.
Hold in your heart and mind this healing Light of Love as it travel through you to all of Humanity. To all of the Animal Kingdom and the Plant Kingdom. To the elements and creatures of each element, Air, Fire, Water, Earth, Ether. Send this Light to everything and everyone you wish to focus on.
The Keepers of the wisdom of the Deep, Dolphins and Whales. To Sea mammals. All the fish and crustaceans and water dwellers.
To creatures of the land both warm and cold blooded, carnivores and herbivores, to ruminants, flocks and herds of all animal families, beetle and bugs, creatures that creep and crawl. To all reptiles.
To the creatures of the air who take flight, birds, butterflies, bees, bats, flying insects.
And to the Earth herself, all her geology and geography. Her fossil fuels, minerals, crystals, rocks, granites, marbles, geysers, hot springs. Her Polar Caps,Mountain ranges, Valleys, Rain Forests, Woodlands, Fields, Prairies, Desserts, Beaches and her grasses, trees, flowers, herbs, fruits, vegetables. Her oceans, seas, rivers, waterfalls, tributaries, streams, ponds and resevoirs.
FEEL AND KNOW yourself connected with all of Creation.
In this place of total connection, feeling your special place in the Divine Plan, we will call in the Divinities.
Invite the Angels to pour their Love and Light into your octahedron pyramids, to you and through you out into the whole world and everything that is in, on and of the Earth.
Invite the Ascended Masters, the Saints and Illumined Ones for their compassion and understanding as they once walked your path and that of all of us upon the Earth.They understand our challenges, our hopes, dreams, fears, desires, aspirations. Our creativity, our destruction, our Light and our Darkness.
Invite the the twelve Archangels Ariel, Azrael, Chamuel, Gabriel, Jeremiel, Jophiel, Metatron, Michael, Raphael, Raziel, Raguel, Sandelphon, Uriel, Zadkiel to bring their Divine power and Light, healing and Love.
Invite all the other Angelic Host, the Principalities, Powers, Virtues,Dominions, Thrones, Cherubim and Seraphim for their Heavenly Love.
Invite the Divine Feminine, The Sophia, for the Unconditional Love in Her Aspects of Mother God: Mother Mary, The Lady Mary Magdalene, The Lady Kwan Yin, Gaia and The Goddesses known to the World.
Now see a brilliant golden Light pouring down, the Christ Light of compassion and Love for all that is, all that was and all that will ever be.
Finally sense, see, feel the Violet Flame of God holding the Earth, Our Gaia Herself, in Divinity. The Love of the Godhead for all creation transmuting all fear, pain and suffering into the pure essence of LOVE. For love is from where we came and where we will return. In truth, all there is and ever will be, is LOVE.
This healing meditation for yourself and our beloved planet is now complete.
Take several deep breathes and give gratitude for the blessings you have invoked for All.
Ground, by seeing golden roots from your root chakra, your feet and hands going deeply down into the good, rich Earth. And KNOW you matter and you are Loved.
NAMASTE.
© Eily Nash
Watching lovers walk on by
Falling leaves tumble down
Exposing lies and mendacity
Truth laid bare upon the ground
Branches kiss an innocent sky
Eily Nash ~2020
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You were the one who chose the game
And placed the pieces on the board.
You made your opening move.
Lies wrapped in Truth.
Wanted your Lover’s game darker.
Black Queen with sights set.
Picked up your sacrificial pawn.
You did not see the gambit
….until it was too late.
The silent Rook took flight
Swooped and took your white Knight.
Check Mate.
Game over
❤️♟🖤
Eily Nash ~2020
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As a gift from me to you, my collection of poetry, HYMN TO HER, is available as a FREE Apple iBook from the App store 🖤❤️
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Here is another free book for my Dear Readers to enjoy. A collection of short stories available from Apple Books. With Love from me to you 💕
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Dear Readers & Book Lovers,
I would like to gift my charming, good old fashioned tale of love conquering all to you. It’s free to download from Apple Books on the App Store in all territories.
We are facing unprecedented times as we fight against this #Covid-19 virus infecting people all over the world. We have the challenges of social distancing and self isolation, and our mental health to look after. I believe books to be a wonderful way to escape, to allow imagination to take flight.
This little book is set in Victorian times and written for both children and adults as a gentle testament that love conquers all.
Be safe. Take care. Love Eily 💕
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A gift from me to you, with love 💕
In these challenging times of Corona Virus, my heart goes out to all of us. We are all connected. As a writer, my gift is words. I am working on making my Apple Books catalogue free for everyone, everywhere. We are looking at unprecedented Social Distancing and Self Isolation. No man is an island. No one should feel alone. Please feel free to download my collection of love poetry ‘Hymn To Her’ 💕
This version is free to download from Apple Books for any Apple device. You can obtain Apple iBooks from the App store.
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Alone in London, I stand by Tower Bridge. Old Father Thames hears my thoughts of you and how deeply I am falling. Wise is he, takes them rippling on the current down to the endless sea.
Somewhere far away in a Northern land, you are standing too, on your bridge of stone and steel beside a Castle Keep. Do I imagine that I hear you calling and feel you reaching through the ethers for my hand?
Day is fading and our City lights flicker into life. Do they hear the music of the night? And meet with moon beams upon the waters where both our ancient rivers flow? What stories do they share and what secrets do they know?
Perhaps they speak of Lovers hearts taking flight to meet upon the Bridge across forever. A special place, lost in time, where we come together. In the heat of the night, two rivers meet and our bodies entwine to dance upon the glory of the Tyne.
Eily Nash ~ 2020
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Does it matter who says Goodbye, when we both let love die? Will I remain with you as a memory? And will I think of you and what could not be? At the closing of our days, will we regret there was no other way? For I loved you deeply, I loved you well. The reality of life broke our Magick spell. Goodbye, my lover. Goodbye my friend. My heart is broken, we had to come to such an end.
Eily Nash ~2020
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© Penny’s Scar
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The Goddess of Creation in Her heavenly realms above beheld her golden daughter with such love. For she radiated both the light of the sun and the star strewn night.
“Come, my child, My Lady Kate, I have a quest for you. Sit with me for a while, listen to what I bid you do. For there are many souls upon the Earth below, my teachings of Love I wish for all, especially the lost and lonely, to know.”
The Lady Kate sat by the Great Mother’s side, to her words she did bide.
“By your free will, Daughter of the Skies, if you should agree to my request then know the path is mighty perilous and you will be put to the test. The rewards will cause your eternal Soul to sing, for such treasures of love, kindness and knowledge you will bring.”
Created from the spark of Divine Will, the Lady Kate sat very still and reverently listened to what she was asked to do. She understood that once she left her heavenly place, she would be guided always by Divine Grace. She saw her path was perilous indeed, yet she carried Humanity’s need. Through the very halls of Hell, she would have to go, for deep experience to get to know. Through all these travails she knew Angels watched over her from just beyond the veil.
“My most beloved Winter’s child, with your spirit so free and wild, know as you go forth to this human life there will be in the Plane of Duality both experiences of love and laughter, grief and strife.”
And so, the Goddess of Creation decreed with Father Sky and Mother Earth there would be a special birth. In perfect balance of day and night, dark and light, the Winter Solstice was written in the stars above, for the arrival of a Divine Child born of Love.
As the moon tides passed on by, the Divine Child began to understand why the Great Mother had sent her to this place, for many had forgotten they carried the seed of Grace.
Through rising high above her own trials and tribulations, Lady Kate inspired peoples from many nations. For when her known world burnt to the ground and dark destruction lay all around, she summoned Courage and with her eternal wings arose from the ashes of burnt out embers, a Phoenix Goddess and fearless warrior the World would always remember.
Courage, wisdom, kindness, love and laughter were the gifts she freely gave to others. She embodied all the Soul gifts given by her Divine Mother. She encouraged others to be brave and strong, to fight for right and challenge wrong. And those who held hate and jealousy were shown a better way that they could be. Compassion, the key for humanity to be truly free.
On the whisper of the wind, the song of the seas and wisdom of the trees she heard words that were for no other, the benediction and blessing of the Divine Mother.
“I will walk beside you all the way, through darkest night and brightest day. For you, my Winter’s Child will always wear my Crown of Light.”
~Eily Nash (2020)
I first heard of Katie Hutchings through listening to Dave Thomas’ superb podcast show ‘Walk the Talk’. As her true life story unfolded I was moved to tears and at the end in total awe of this amazing woman. I followed Katie on Twitter, along with 35.6k other followers, and continued to be inspired by just how wonderfully kind, funny, courageous and generous she is in selflessly giving encouragement and support to others. She champions not only heart transplant & organ donation but also many people from all over the world and their causes and we all love her for it.She is a Northern Goddess, who has done her parents, husband, children and family proud. I am honoured to be her friend.
I encourage you to listen to Katie’s journey to and through her heart transplant journey and life beyond.
Have tissues at the ready!
With grateful thanks to Dave Thomas for allowing me to share his show!
With her company of stars, Lady La Luna rides across the northern sky. A benediction silently falls from her train of night, down upon a stricken Earth below.
Tears from the Moon, for Gaia’s lost children.
💫⭐️🌟✨🌛🌝🌜✨🌟⭐️💫
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Spellbound, I held him in my arms✨ summonded by magick, candles and charms✨ Illusions of distance and linear time✨dispelled by a bewitching rhyme✨that which I desire shall be mine✨My Beloved will come to me✨So mote it be.✨
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Did she fascinate, charm and beguile? Maybe a distraction for just a while. Did she fill your thoughts in your waking hours and seep into your sleep. Before you knew, were you in too deep? Did she really have that power? With her faraway eyes, she saw other worlds, far beyond the veil. Was she for real or were you lonely and she was only a beautiful fairytale?
~Eily Nash
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She gave him the keys to a hidden place, deep within the chambers of her heart. No Angel from above was he. Laughing at his wicked game, he pushed her hard, closed the door, took the keys and ran. Fallen from grace, head bowed in shame, she lay bleeding on the floor. No one heard her silent screams of pain or saw the tears falling, bitter rain. Fooled by an adept of the dark arts, left to die, a lonely prisoner to love.
~Eily Nash
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Come with me on butterfly wings and we shall kiss the moon. And dance upon the stars to the music of the Spheres. For you and I, my precious one, our eternal souls entwined in love, glisten like the midnight sun✨
~Eily Nash
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It was a beautiful Spring day, blue skies and not a cloud in sight. Sun was bright in the Northern sky, glinting off tiny eggs lining soft Milkweed in the hedgerow. A kindly cow, stood watching. She had seen this magic many times before. From the eggs little hatchlings emerged. Not birds, nor snakes but caterpillars.
Hungry, they scattered over the leaves that had housed their homes and started to munch. They were voraciously hungry and intent on feeding empty bellies. Apart from one.
The little caterpillar started at the sight of the cow. The cow gave a low, reassuring ‘moo’.
‘Hello, youngster. Welcome to the world, my name is MayBelle’.
Shyly the caterpillar retreated under a leaf.
Each day the cow would amble over and say ‘Hello’. The caterpillar grew to love the warm greetings from such a magnificent beast. The cow would gently lower her head and let the caterpillar crawl onto her soft neck. They would both go for a wander across Ten Acre field and down to the babbling brook. The cow would take a long drink of pure Spring water and the caterpillar would watch the silver and gold of darting fish.
‘Dear MayBelle, can I feel the water like you do? Can I swim like the fishes too?’
‘’Not yet, M’Dear. But one day you will.’
The days and nights were full of delight. And MayBelle showed the young caterpillar many things. She spoke of life and love, beginnings, endings, both the Goddess and God above, Mother Earth and Father Sky. For being a wise cow, she had sought teaching from many sources and was not afraid to ask questions. A gift she passed to the little caterpillar.
One day MayBelle wandered over to the clumps of Ragwort the little Caterpillar had made home. Only to see the cycle of life had moved on. The wheel of the year began to turn again and her friend had entered into a deep sleep, wrapped in a warm cocoon. She smiled, knowing she had taught her pupil well.
The long sleep ended and the little caterpillar emerged. Refreshed and energised from such a deep and nourishing rest. And there was MayBelle, waiting.
The sun felt so good and the little Caterpillar basked in the warmth of both the celestial orb and her friend’s love. A sparrow hawk took to the wing and riding on the warm air currents glided gracefully across an azure sky.
‘Oh how I wish I could fly! MayBelle, do you wish you could fly too?’
‘Why, M’Dear, you can fly, just spread your beautiful wings and try! And as for me? Once you fly free, know my spirit will be with you and so I will fly too. ‘
The little caterpillar climbed on MayBelle’s soft face and the kindly cow wandered to the stream.
‘Look, M’Dear, what do you see? The things I taught you have come to be!’
In the glistening water, the little caterpillar caught sight of a beautiful butterfly, delicate wings fluttering in the breeze.
In awe she asked ‘Is that me?’
‘Go fly! Fly high, fly low. There is much to know. I always told you M’Dear there is so much more than we can see, so much more that we can be…’
~Eily Nash
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I play our song on the piano, lyrics dancing in my head, sensuous and slow. Who knew those moments we shared so long ago, would one day live as sweet memories, long after love was dead.
Lady in red, what secrets you hide. Wearing a cloak of night, you seek dark delight. Do you go to his bed or light a fire in his head? Where do you reside? Heaven or hell, or are you just a figment of a succubus’ spell?
~Eily Nash
She saw deep into the souls of men.
Their secrets, fears, hopes and desires.
Such was the power of the witch.
She needed no obsidian skrying glass.
Some scorned her for her second sight.
Some found her an illuminating Light.
She cared not, for it was all the same in this game called life✨
~Eily Nash
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Image of Pythia ~Priestess of Delphi by John Collier (1891)
With the touch of a velvet glove
And iron fist of controlling love
Insidious fingers of such jealousy
Tarnished Knight, without chivalry
Rivers of tears, fair maiden did weep
For her soul was not yours to keep
She longed to walk in hallowed halls
But withered within your castle walls
~Eily Nash
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I loved him well, I loved him true
Something he just could not do
For to lay with me would be a sin
I knew he longed to touch my skin
Yet he kept me so far out of reach
Scared his defences I may breach
Passion’s flame burnt in his chest
Lustful thoughts gave him no rest
At last, of free will he came to me
Torn, tormented by his own misery
My beloved Mortal slipped into my bed
Offering his body, I took his soul instead
And down we went to the depths of hell
For he had fallen for a Succubus spell.
~Eily Nash
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It was a beautiful time, constructing castles and creating a fairytale land. Until one day the sea of reality came crashing in and washed the magick clean away. There is no never ending story for that which is built upon sand…
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Hello there,
Henry the cat here with a little coffee time tale from my home at the ‘Black Cat Café’ in Providence, Rhode Island. My person Cassie owns the place. Whilst she is busy brewing and baking, I like to curl up on a cosy couch and people watch. Entertaining business for a fabulous feline with an interest in depth psychology.
A quiet Monday, mid morning and I saw her, one that left a mark. A woman of a certain age, nicely dressed and sat there on one of the big leather armchairs. She’d nabbed a place tucked in the corner of the coffee shop. I watched her nursing her cup of strong black coffee, pain etched on her face.
She did not she me. Her eyes were fixed on something or someone in her own private mind movie. I wondered what hurt she was reliving and was it somewhere back in time or a fresh memory? No matter, really. Heartache is heartache. It all hurts the same, be it old or new.
I padded over and jumped up on the seat beside her. Maybe I could help? Sometimes humans find it good to talk, especially to a handsome and understanding chap like myself.
She became aware of my presence and blinked away threatening tears as she came back into the space we shared. But the shutters were down. I had intruded on a private thing. It was if a huge wave of emotion had washed over me and I felt the full force of her pain. She knew and with a shock I realised she resented me for it.
She got up, without giving me a second glance, and walked away trailing her sadness behind her.
~Eily Nash
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A fragmented man, no longer whole
His silent voice cried out into the night
Heartbeats pounding in empty space
Hearing the lonely ache & searing pain
Through the ethers the Goddess came
Riding on sparkling beams of soft moonlight
Piercing the wall around his barren Soul
She held him tight, in love’s embrace ✨
~Eily Nash
Born of the Sun, the Moon and soft starlight
Her radiant beauty beguiled the very Night
Celestial gods and goddesses loved her dear
In the garden of her heart only love grew
Mortals caused pain and tears with their roses
Blackened with mendacious, vicious thorns
The thorns pierced her tender Angel heart
Deep scars causing her very soul to bleed
Drops of ruby red fell on cold, stony ground
Shattered seeds of all her broken dreams
Celestial Beings poured Light on the fragments of Her
And as a Firebird she rose from ashes and dust
Blazing a cosmic trail of magic and stardust.
Reborn, replenished, renewed, Restored
Flame haired beauty sang her Divine songs
Human hearts heard and wept their pain away
Into an infinite ocean of Her eternal Love
For She wore both Angel wings and a Goddess’ crown.
✨🌹🌙🌹✨🌹💫🌹✨🌙🌹✨🌹🌙🌹✨
For Penny. My Beloved Friend 🌹🌹🌹
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You desire to dance with the beguiling darkness and seek to know She who holds the magick of the Night? Beware what you wish for…Lest you will fall under a spell of fire & ice, heaven & hell. She wears the wings of Angels & Demons. She wears them well…
~Eily Nash
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I adored making up bedtime tales when my children were young. Each night the adventure would continue and we all looked forward to what came next! I revisited those precious days and the magic of childhood whilst writing ‘The most Peculiar Adventures Of Magdalena Mouse’ ~ It was such fun penning an old fashioned children’s story, and it is perfect for big people too!
Beautiful Violetta craves excitement and when a beauty pageant is staged in her sleepy Somerset village she is determined to win the first round and go on to become ‘Queen of the World.’ With her head full of dreams, vain Violetta sets of for the bright lights of Victorian London. Forgetting all about the little Mouseling she has left behind Violetta’s heart is set on finding fame and fortune. Magdalena wakes to find Violetta has vanished in the night. Determined to find her, the little Mouseling bravely sets off in hot pursuit after her wayward Mama. Although her journey is littered with many pitfalls, perils and full of danger, taking her all the way from England’s shores to the New World, she never gives up hope. Will Magdalena find Violetta. And if she does, will vain Violetta return back home? Follow Mouseling Magdalena on an amazing adventure and find out just how with a lot of courage and a big heart she becomes ‘Maggie the marvellous Mouse’!
This charming little tale of the mouse with no tail is now also available from Apple’s iTunes bookstore.
As well as Amazon as either paperback or Kindle editions, link below for preview 🙂
Does she read his words of love and pain, maybe even see her name bleeding from his poet’s pen? Hidden in the twilight world of their strange Lovers game, as it ends it begins again. 🖤
Eily Nash ~2019
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I am delighted to introduce you Dear Readers to my latest offering. My 11th book is a 1st for me. I love poetry with a passion, both reading and writing. My first collection of my own work has been a pleasure to work on. I hope you enjoy reading just as much as I enjoyed writing “HYMN TO HER” available now to download and read now!
What is it about Woman, the myth, the magic and mystery, that has beguiled and inspired artists, poets and writers since time immemorial?
Hymn to Her is a love song to Her. Beautiful, Strong, Fragile, Fragrant Woman as she travels through the many facets and forms of love.
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