Silver. Susie Harris
not because we can't, but because it takes too long to make the words audible. Less than seconds is too long. So the majority of the time we just read each other's thoughts. I think when I do start to talk with my brothers and sisters; this may be something I won’t do as much. I have learnt to like the audible word.
Patience. Even those of you who say you are impatient are nothing compared to my brothers and sisters..
So I believe that is one of the greatest gifts humanity has given me: patience. Your lives are so short just a blink of an eye really. A day in our lives and our Fathers would probably be more like a century in yours. But you don't dwell on that fact. You just live.
Being human is frustrating, tiring and oh so beautiful at times. You have these immense feelings of awe and wonder at a flower bud opening or the sun setting. It takes much more for me in my true form to have even the slightest reaction. Let alone amazement.
I believe the only time I have ever felt this in my true form was when I saw the fae. Not just the first time but every time since. Their true beauty is truly unimaginably breathtaking. I believe they have only appeared to humans dimmed. They believe that anything else might kill you and I am inclined to agree. The first time I saw Morgana in her true form. I could not move for several minutes. She shone like a star yet you could see every intricate detail of her form. Skin like gold dust, eyes like emeralds, hair that flowed like silk with soft silver running through it and wings as delicate as a butterfly yet so much more intrinsic. Just bringing her image to mind I feel like I have to remind myself to breathe. Each that I have met since are as beautiful as the last. We do not know where they came from or why they are here. We found them after coming to earth by chance. Our Father was not surprised to learn of their existence so perhaps he made them too.
They are truly magical creatures. They keep to themselves the majority of the time. Oh they have messed with your lives on occasion but only when one of you is silly enough to ask. A favor from the fae should never be taken lightly. The cost is always so much more than you realize.
As Vlad Dracul could attest to if ever you have the opportunity to converse with him. But I suggest at a very safe distant. All he wanted was to avenge the loss of his family and save his people. He did not realize this would cost him his human life and eventually his soul. He can never die there is nothing that can kill him now. But his offspring can still die from a stake through the heart or the sun. Although if you are to believe some of the books written recently even some of his oldest children can now never die. I believe he finally has just taken to sleep for at least the past century maybe two.
Then of course the werewolves. Silvermist gave them their gift to defend against the vampires but once again never explained the cost. At one stage the vampires used them as slaves. I believe they have gone their separate ways now but there is certainly no love lost between the two families.
There have been many of these gifts given through time. All of which I can say with great certainty are not what the asker asked for.
I said before they keep to themselves. They truly do; their bloodline is pure. There has never been a mixed blood child from any fairy encounter whether it is human or ours. Not for lack of trying on our behalf. My brothers were enthralled with these beings for many centuries. Michael followed Morgana around like a puppy. She allowed his advances and on more than one occasion shared her bed. I think that it is possible for the bloods to mix. But they don't allow it.
Michael told me she always drank from a small bottle before they connected. He believed that stopped conception from occurring.
Another strange thing is none of us have ever seen a pregnant fae. Gabriel says he saw a fae child once but never a mother. I don't think any of us actually believe him. They never seem to age or even tire. I have only ever seen one tired fae. Nismoth and it wasn't long after that she just disappeared. I asked Morgana but she never answered me.
Fae have limitations in their magic. They cannot create life. They can borrow it from other life forms or take it but they cannot create it. This is our limitation to but we are not just magical beings. We are connected to the source. Humans don’t create life either our father sends the essence into the cells through the source. Gabriel had a theory that that is why you never saw a pregnant fae because they must give up their essence to pass on to the next generation. I thought at the time it was as good a theory as any.
They speak only truth but always in a riddle. Poetry or lyrics. One can never be sure of what they have said. But in my dealings with them they have always been trustworthy with secrets. Nothing I have ever said to one has ever been repeated to my knowledge. So perhaps I should visit them soon. I’m not sure yet. The darkness I feel; I don’t want it to spread to their world. If it hasn’t already.
Chapter 5
Of the seven exalted ones I have found Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Jophiel, and Chamuel. I am still searching for any signs of Uriel and the others I felt some of their powers being stolen. But nothing has come off it yet. I continue to have hope that they are hidden somewhere perhaps in a plane of existence I am yet to visit.
I know somehow that it is important to find the seven but there were 8 more of us that never took on the exalted positions. We have almost as much power as the exalted ones but slightly less responsibility. One of these eight was Raziel the Wizard as we called him. He learnt all he could from Father or at least what he would share of our history and divine magic. After when we found the fae, he studied for centuries in their land and here. He helped us to understand esoteric material, manifestation principles, sacred geometry, quantum physics and other high-level information. He taught those of us who were interested to increase our ability to see, hear and feel Divine guidance. But Raziel also dabbled in things that our Father was not so happy about: alchemy, clairvoyance and divine magic. Divine magic was forbidden accept under direct orders from our Father. But Raziel was always pushing the envelope. He was always searching for more knowledge. I believe your generation would have called him a nerd.
He created the great library in massive tunnels under the tree of knowledge in Eden. It is a masterpiece beyond description but I shall try. The shelves are built into the walls of gold and beautiful silver tipped ivy grows across the ceiling and separates book sections. The fae helped him to create the ivy for even though it is made of silver it grows and somehow filters the air. It keeps the halls at the perfect temperature and humidity to preserve the precious scrolls and artifacts he has collected. Glowing orbs that follow you, as you walk so as not too much light ever touches the books light it. It is one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen and that is saying something considering I lived in Nibiru.
He recorded history and collected tablets, scrolls and artifacts from everywhere he went. Even the fae entrusted him with their history in beautiful gold leafed books. Of course he was the only one who could read them, as none of us took the time to learn to read Aelyria. There are many dialects in the fae world but all spoke the ancient tongue. Luckily for us they could also speak and understand any language spoken to them, probably one of their spells. Our entities when we speak the words automatically translate to whomever the words are meant for. But because of that it just seemed a bit too much to take our time to learn their written word.
I went to the tree of knowledge but the entrance to the library? Well it was like it was never there. I searched everywhere even casting a finding spell but to no avail. So the only explanation I could come up with is that he had cast a protection spell around it and possibly a forgetting spell. It is what I would have done if I were in his shoes.
A forgetting spell wouldn’t have affected me if it were done when my powers were bound in my human form. I know of this spell because I remember him using it on Michael long ago. He made him forget his pet a horse Hovapinar or Hov as he calls him. Michael was given Hovapinar as a gift by the goddess Gna. Who of course was not a real goddess but she ran errands to the home worlds of the Norse and Roman Gods as the people of the time called them. The ancient alien theorists are right though; these were not Gods just visitors from other planets and worlds some with magic and some with technology. Gna had magic and Hovapinar is full of magical forces. When he is near I defy anyone not to feel the electricity in the air. Michael and Hov had a unique bond that was palpable when they were together.