With A Little Help From Our Friends, Please

LADY HEATHER,
High Priestess of the Gossamer Court


Sari, the Starwoodi-ed joy, Red Rob and a nice couple made contributions to the Gossamer Court this year at Starwood, a treasure of beads, yarn, leather, cloth, materials for casting masks, wire, old Heath kits, erector sets, materials for making model rockets that use rubber bands or dry fuel, kites, balsa wood, string, facets, chain for making jewelry etc, as our high priestess, Lady Heather Kyle, Maegdlyn, Lauren, Hoppy, and magical artist, Mary Layton www.marylayton.net have.

The kids at Starwood were more interested in Jordan’s fun science stuff this year. The rain did not leave us feeling secure about having everything in the bead and mask box out, but we have made use of those items since leaving the festival and will continue to do so.

Maybe Jordan and Yust should have used the tent Dawn and Morgan gave them for an art circle.

We are going to ask Jayel Draco www.myspace.com/jayeldraco to do a video that shows people how he makes a shaman stick.

Faery King going to make one too, giving people two different approaches to putting together this very important magical tool.

The Gossamer Court is going to put together a booklet, a how to guide for young adults and parents of pagan children, especially the city-dwellers, making use of the natural wealth from their area, (or the bounty of flea markets, thrift stores etc) of feathers, shells, different kinds of wood, rocks and other materials.

If you have a box of old jewelry, beads, yarn, leather, cloth, materials for casting masks, wire, old Heath kits, erector sets, materials for making model rockets, kites, balsa wood, string, facets, chain for making jewelry, stones, materials, cloth, paints, canvass, an old copper enamel kiln, no-fire clay, cast material like doctors use, feathers, antlers, tails, shells, art supplies, mask-making materials, beads, old instruments in fair to good repair sitting in an attic somewhere, our artists and future artists can make use of them now.

If you will have nothing to do with pay pal
and want as little to do with the computer and you have a few bucks left over from that cup of coffee that you did not buy at Starbucks today, the shipping information is;

Lundberg-De Liso
The Gossamer Court
50 Banta Place
Bergensfield, NJ 07621
celestial.navigator@yahoo.com

If you have a Pay Pal or electronic banking
If you would like to contribute financially to the efforts of the Gossamer Court, please email celestial.navigator@yahoo.com with your name, email address, and how much you would like to contribute.

The transaction will be through Paypal, and you do not need an account with them to do so.

If you would like to become a monthly contributor, please let us know in the email. Monthly contributors will receive a quarterly private electronic publication highlighting all the things the Gossamer Court and it’s artists have been involved in for the quarter, as well as information about the projects of our affiliates and other juicy tidbits.

There will be special bulletins monthly.

As time goes on, there will be various benefits established for members, such as mass bulletins for your shows and events. We will also be issuing a membership card after the first of January that will grant a discount for certain shows and entitle you to “invite only” events.

Faery King wants to keep the original spirit of The Gossamer Court alive and going. Open to all spiritually inspired artists dedicated to healing through art.

This can only continue as long as the basic operating costs are covered and there is a reserve fund for certain events. The king has given the affiliates a great deal during his tenure but since his cousin Zander’s passing a few years ago the organizational structure of The GC has lacked balance and suffered because of it. We have been in the red for two years! Even the video’s cost time and some money when you break it all down.

So many times Faery King, Susan, Jordan and others pay for the tickets of those artists crying poverty. No one has ever returned the price of a ticket to The Gossamer Court and that has got to stop.

With his health being so unpredictable and bad lately he does not make all the events that he would like to. This has opened a door for others to take advantage of the situation by dropping his name. We get the bill.

Please pay attention to things like this and let Jordan or Lady Heather know about it.

They have the King’s back.

Any and all help would be most appreciated.

Thank you for your love and support :)

NAMASTE

"Everything has its beauty but not everyone sees it."
Confucius

High Tea With A God, Paul Laffoley

Baroness Raven, Lady High Roaster
and
Danni, Contessa Del Fuego,
Fire Marshall of The Gossamer Court


The Faery King, Prince Jah-d, king-elect and The High Priestess of the Gossamer Court encourage our women to take roles of leadership in the affiliation. This is in the tradition of The Grandmothers of Native American history and mystery.

It is also just plain stupid not to acknowledge that the only practical way one can be, is inclusive. Neo-paganism and shamanism is about, among other things, the unification of the male and female divine.

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Balls of bliss, Wings so free,
The Phaerex does call to Thee,
Across water, air, land,
Through fire, spirit,
Magick you,
Magick me,
Paul Laffoley come to me!

(und he did!)

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FAERY KING, JAH-D UND PAUL LAFFOLEY

High Tea With A God, Paul Laffoley

It is important for us to respect and learn from the life and battles of those who have fought all kinds of adversity and physical ailment, so courageously at times, especially for those like myself who must face the limitations that health issues present us with, up to and including the finality of earthly time, due to heart disease, to name just one item on my personal menu of maladies..

Diabetes, a heart condition and an amputation, to name a few things the great artist has had to endure, have regulated the movement and agility of Paul Laffoley, a magnificent visionary, with the aura of a God who does possess a wonderful sense of humor and acceptance.

My friend of twenty years, the late humorist, wit and existentialist writer, though more goddess than god, was another who possessed this humor born of empathy and compassion, woven with human dignity into a tapestry, most Divine in nature.

Jordan, my partner, never had the chance to share my friendship with Quentin Crisp. The old velvet revolutionary and free-spirit would have loved the kind nature of my bound partner and Jah-d would have loved him, as he has great regard for elders cut of the cloth of wisdom.

We have been fortunate enough to spend some time with the Laughing Buddha this world knows as Paul Laffoley and whenever time permits, I do seek out a little time with Paul... It is hard not to suspect that he is one of those friends who know much more about his friends than he lets on.

My heart, a wee bit broken by human nature, a wee bit defective due to genes, torn and worn by a very long period of bad habits, effected by my own degree of human selfishness, as well as hostility from some of those who have found their way around us and into our life, finds itself an organ, like a fish out of water gasping for air, that of the elemental variety, as well as the gentle healing breeze that a people could bring to one another, were they were not so busy plotting and being rotten to their friends, neighbors and relations. Never mind an uncaring social order; All of us need to get with the program and drop all those pesky seeds of destruction or we, and this includes me, will simply get what we deserve.

Bad vibes beget bad vibes and for those of us susceptible to pain born of or as a result of love, incorporating into the equation the stress that comes with it all, illness is not merely possible, it is probable.

Paul and I were first speaking of getting together later on next week. Perhaps he could tell that my situational need these days is a little more immediate than usual.

There is no doubt in my mind that he understands where I am at right now. He has been there before and his having been there, to not just recover but survive and thrive, brings me hope, as one such as he should bring visions of the possible to all those who suffer health-wise, in his case, just a little more than the rest.

One of the first things our friend told me is what was missing from the You Tube Channel ( Flopsterbisque ) segments that Jordan and I have been producing and that missing component is humor. Wit, which seems to be a gift with me, is only a fraction of real humor. A laughing heart is a beating heart.

As Paul went from writing a Bio, to the kitchen where he finished preparing the simple meal that AJ was working .. he left us alone to talk, Paul showed me the model of a beautiful wooden skyscraper he created, this artist who is an architect as well. It is made of wood that does not burn and is apparently very durable.

As he poured us each a small bottle of carbonated lemonade, I began to notice this natural shaman moving, being funny in his commentary, as he put everything together in the most harmonious way, as the good un-stressed conversation and story-telling continued.

As time went on, I noticed my normally nervous and excitable nature taking a holiday, as I listened to him, taking in all that he was doing. Nothing has ever changed my mind about Irishmen being the best story-tellers, because the story is a heart to heart communication, where even embellishment becomes a part f the healing magick.

The just the facts, stick in the mud types at an Irish wake (Usually the imagination-challenged) will never get it, that there is great truth, even in the most shameless of Blarney. Nothing has convinced me otherwise, Joe Friday ..net, with his "just the facts Mam" was a Fundamentalist something, if only a Fundie Po-Po. If I strike anyone as that, they need their head examined.

This was no wake but the playful, funny and lesson-giving conversation, through words and actions, seemingly choreographed like the ballet of a student and teacher, dancing the dance of the Word Magi and all this began to paint a picture, as it mended my heart to some degree.

After we indulged in a cupcake, Paul went on to work on another project of his that will make more people happy because he is here, creating, working the multi-faceted great work.

The conversation continued as I watched him work and the reality became striking; the artist kept a steady, thoughtful and even pace in the tasks he was under-taking. The truth in what a number of my friends and my partner Jordan have been telling me in various ways, began to ring true to a point where I could no longer avert my eyes from it; I need to slow down, ridding myself of needless stress and those things and people which cause this. It is also incumbent on me to work on undertakings which promote harmony and balance in this life, while my heart and spirit seek to understand to others, the spiritual, the creative-wise and intellectual.

My magical Rabbi, Jordan, Lady Heather, associate and long-term friends David and Richard, Bella, Alex P. Coco, Kussina, my acupuncturist, medical doctors and specialists are all singing the same song;

"Faery King, if you do not slow down, rest, keep your life stress-free and get busy with diet, exercise and the pursuit of spiritual tranquility, you will die!"

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(I could see Paul Laffoley playing "Pin the tail on the moron in the Oval Office,)

Paul Laffoley is a great, wise elder and friend, who has suffered with diabetes, an amputate, with heart problems of his own. My friends, those who truly love me, warts and all, are no slouches either, when it comes to knowing what is best for me.

It was the validation of a collective thought my friends have had and expressed, validated by the words, wisdom and actions of one of the more perfect sources of wisdom in my life, a good soul, who was generous with his time to me. There is a great difference between a teacher and a tyrant, when it comes to the end result and I am blessed with several great teachers in my life.

I have for many years burned a three-ended candle, in order to produce energy and ignite the passion for life, healing and art in others. I need to hold some of this for myself and be wise with whom I elect to help in the future, because the wrong kind of Vampire's abound in my life, from time to time.

Their natural state of being is to drain from others, leaving nothing that will sustain, life, good health and happiness behind, because to do otherwise would fly in the face of their nature.

There have been times in this life, when gasping for breath I have had to point to the invisible beating organ on the ground, with the request that someone wash it off and put it back in my chest, so I can live.

This is the job we should do for ourselves. As I once had to learn as a recovering heroin addict, if someone makes you want to use because of their presence and actions, then they need to leave or you do, but something has to give, if one is to remain free. Good friends and tribe await you, so why bother with the negative that will only make you so.

It would be a horrible conclusion for me to expire or suffer a major debilitating illness or stroke because I did not grab the bull of my own rap, by the horns, taking in the lessons that I impart to and share with others, especially those who have improved, perhaps in part, because of my writing and the inspiration drawn from my experience and hope. It would be disrespectful to those who truly love me, to allow those vortexes of negative energy and dark clouds to suck me in.

Sorry for seeming such a hypocrite, to those who do love me so much, their presence making my life the wonderful voyage that it is because of their being in it.

I owe the Indigo, Hippie and Pagan community more than that and those who love me no matter what, the debt that can never be repaid.

As for my critics who criticize me no matter what I do, (just because), while never bothering to get the full skinny of things which transpire and my haters, who hate me no matter what;

You people may find a need for Venom Viagra because I am going to work on making one and all who take this course with me, our community and those I love, impotent, as I did with my lovely mother Medusa last night, because she thought she had won a great victory in recently stirring the problem pot in my life. The problems she helped to create this time proved to be a test of my resolve and my resolution was not to let it bother me, and it didn't.

The first step in any kind of recovery is to accept that only when blame ends does real recovery begin. That is not to say that you have to open the shutters of your heart so wide that they rattle. Excuses are the leaning posts of fools. That is especially true of the enablers and apologists of the world.

I am taking time to begin cleaning house, while ignoring willful ignorance. The only house needing my concentration is my own. I learned from Paul yesterday, watching him, that if you keep things in order, life is far more harmonious than if you do not. Once upon a time, my house was that of the minimalist, because t gave me more strength to help other people.

Jordan is very wise, logical and wonderful. My proposal that he take a greater role in the operations of The Gossamer Court was very well received. This in no way means that he and Heather are expected to shoulder great burdens all by themselves.

Do not force me to come out of this sabbatical designed to help me find balance and good stress-free health, only to find and face unbalanced stressful situations.

Heather and Jordan's kind hearts, loving deeds, ethical ways, example and presence are worthy of respect, great love and they are far more worthy than I will ever be of this love, so many show us individually.

Heather is a fine example, a role model, an ethical and loving warrior and a Protector of Gaia. Jah-d is a living sonnet to the heart of The Great Mother and human-kind, a great soul with the deepest caring for others that I have ever known in another Being and with the company we keep this says a great deal.

I have fought Jordan out of fear long enough on his advice that I slow down, because my ego with regard to being able to out-due people half my age is overwhelming at times.

No more "never stop dancing from sunset to sunrise and beyond." My own indulgence in the vanity some shaman must battle, because we cannot maintain the physical prowess of our youth of accept the limitations of middle or even old age, was an ever-present lesson to me in fool's folly.

This folly has not registering for this fool until now. Perhaps even my most hate-filled critics are correct in their inventory of me on some level but they do not seem to realize that you can teach old dogs new tricks. My partner is a great teacher and this is not just any old dog.

Teaching is the most noble of professions. I am done listening to the criticism of those who think one is a failure if they do not roll over and take it for life, as a team player for corporate America, in order to acquire wealth and impress the neighbors.

Many who keep up with the Joneses; lose their conscience, a soulful molecule at a time.

When Jordan begins to put together more inventions, I have every reason to believe that our very gifted brother and friend will create his own corporation, based on his good ethics, dreams and vision. Whatever he decides to do, he has my full support and blessing. His happiness does count.

We will be at CoSM this Saturday for the full moon and it looks as though we will have quite the little band of fellow artists, friends and family. I will be at CoSM on September 20th, to celebrate my birthday and CoSM's anniversary a little early.

In future, until further notice, I am only to be online for two hours a day. My body must rest between exercise, spiritual and physical.

Should anyone require an audience with Faery King in New York, Jersey or places around the globe, such appointments will be made, petitioners being screened by Lady Heather, the king-elect Jah-d, unless it is in Boston, in which case Alex Palermo, long time friend of Faery King and proprietor of the Original Tremont Tearoom http://tremont-tearoom. com/welcome. html will make the decision.

I am not pulling myself out of the picture all together but I am taking the good and loving advice of our friends.

In my opinion Paul Laffoley is one of the finest elders our world has and at this moment, I am so very grateful to him.

NAMASTE, The Faery King
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Indigo Awakening (Poem By The Faery King)

Faery King With The Trees


I've walked the Sahara,
Through a sandstorm,
This Tis’ truth,
Not knowing then,
Looking for Indigo Blue,
Knowing astral dreams of past life to be true,
Rubbing a lamp with the Jin inside,
Ancient now,
Once upon a time, cast anew,
Magi like me and you,
Shaman tests,
Vision quests,
Boundless sadness, endless smiles,
With some living left,
Goddess strong with supple breasts,
Feeding hope and need of the other’s,
Our wishing well to theirs,
Dignity, nobility,
Magick who we are,
Of Spirit, our race,
Sacred prism, WE, forged in the other place,
We dreamers who when we dream,
Dream at our best,
Making evil shriek and scream,
The other races are healed and blessed,
Thugs of modern greed,
Fear others with nothing, the meek,
With strength to help with noble quest,
Winged horses by the thousands,
From the stars, two abreast,
Purpose of mercy rides Merkabah chariots, Agony of humanity,
We carry it,
Weighed down by the Karmic come-uppins,
Of so called society gone awry,
Onward Christian soldiers,
Conceal thirteen knotted nooses,
Of new riders of the night,
Love is the Tai Chi of agony and bliss,
Hatred into knots the powerful twist,
Judging the love born of bliss,
Wickedness cover’s Mother Gaia's face in cancerous cysts,
The answers rain down from everywhere,
Listen with your eyes,
See with your ears,
Feel with your senses,
That which touches does not make clear,
Open chakras intercept,
Meteoric hits,
Starbursts kissed with lips,
Wisdom to the awakened spirit is rarely missed,
Look here and there,
Let pointy fingers of the moralists stare,
As for nothing save themselves,
They have not a care,
As spirit flies to us,
Elementals everywhere,
A Voodoo temple in Haiti,
Dancers, drummers, once burned alive,
European tyranny,
Carried on hoofs of armies,
Well traveled far and wide,
Arrogant pride!
“God’s” oppressors here and now,
Not just for history pages,
Holy See builds a Basilica’s,
The Host turns into tarantulas,
Poison to wisdom of the heart,
Despair and hopelessness, bred by governments,
Makes living witness’s liars,
Because to the victor goes the spoils,
Spoiled truth in toxic oil,
The first casualty of war is truth,
Sometimes the real assassin is society,
Not Oswald or John Wilkes Booth,
Truth rides high,
On the corpses of our prophets and sages,
Suffering to angels born of church-paid wages,
Wise women,
Magical men,
Gutted and hung in pubic cages,
Birthing some of the worst legacy,
With no Sun in sight,
We return to darkest ages,
This world has ever known,
Two faced, forked tongue religions,
Which conquer and divide?
Scalping not from the out but the inside,
As good souls ascend,
A priestly class goes bump in the night,
Bishops pretend not to,
Tormentors of children defend,
Children dressed in good souls cannot from violence hide,
Families, friends, fear turning screws,
As corporations scourge new tribes,
Zealous fervor, religious blight,
Such atrocity should give all folk of God,
The saddest of Blues,
As sanctimonious hypocrites,
Like deadly creatures bite,
Sleepless nights,
For the agony and sorrow,
From armies of bloodthirsty Yahweh,
Is the killing machine factory,
Assembly lines manned by the weak,
Those who slide deadly toys with imaginary Crescent moons,
Crosses and stars making of real fright,
Not so sacred geometry, from and hues,
That fills temples, mosques
And blood washed church pews,
The streets of Paris were once burning,
As now water fountains in the Middle East,
What magick is this?
That’s really disease,
Manmade borders, humanities suicide,
Rising death toll, human tide,
Where no one seems to have the God they need,
On the lost dreams of children,
Hateful, Un-holy men, feed,
Where Third eye light from old soul’s see,
What The Buddha once a prince faced,
Poverty of the soul, death and misery,
Magicians once burned,
Now beheaded at the head of the class,
As Arabia burns,
Presidents show their ass,
Smoke the witch into ash,
Execution should make our stomachs turn,
Ashes of Poland and Germany are not snow,
The Nazi’s even starved the worms,
For a people who claimed not to,
They sure did know,
Willfully ignorant vessels which once housed good souls,
The ovens heat up as the tank treads roll,
Insane minds have forgotten wise lessons of the Ye olde,
The books histories critics burned,
Contained that which was learned long ago,
Teachers climbing crooked straight up mountains,
Under scorching skies from pollution,
We healer’s, Indigo, climb,
Up to mighty castles on hillsides,
Ruled by the power lusting knights,
Facing down the weapons,
To save the humanness inside,
Places where they hang and torture,
The weak and the wise,
Those smart enough not to fight,
Enthroned unloving kings on blood soaked thrones,
As they try to forget the spirit of indigenous shaman,
All the lives that they took,
They might carry flags and sacred books,
But these maniacs by their own definition,
Are no better than murderers and common crooks,
Through torture and loss,
Our tribesmen may well moan,
But to the other side, the Light may never be known,
As un-Christ-like Christians take life through genocide,
And other disease,
Nuclear bombs that petrify,
Bombs of such wrath and fury
From which Great Spirit's and “God Himself” can’t hide,
The banks of the Rhine and Rhone,
Tigris and Euphrates,
Ganges and the Seine,
Wind and water of war never seems to end,
Through Popes and tyrants bad seed is sewn,
The Divine Ocean too much of this world still unknown,
Sailing six seas of Green and Blue,
Alas my lovely siblings,
Where are you?
The temples of Thailand,
Shinto in Japan,
A volcano in Hawaii,
In Sweden lakes of forest,
Timber made for breath,
Destroyed by humanoid pests,
A Cave Church in Helsinki on Boxing Day,
Handing out to the poor,
Holding your place in line,
For when you lose the store,
Let eyes be as stained glass windows that color your sight,
And get the color and hues that enhance vision just right,
With hope that springs anew,
As Indigo falcons fly,
Over the Baltic,
Keeping hate at bey,
All things that make the children cry,
Those icebergs with cold dark hearts,
Masquerading as women and as men,
Melt them out of sight,
Weapons that draw no blood or life,
Should be the first to be used,
So help your children to be wise,
As they walk the Indigo way,
Those ways those with pea brains in spirit,
Will come to loathe,
Barefoot physicians walk the sand,
Beaches of the Californian coast,
Reveals salt water filled with many ghosts,
Get back to where mountains meet the sky,
Where sea meets high land
Gliding through the air naked,
Breed the falcon with the dove,
The tiger and the lamb,
Man is half woman,
And woman is half man,
Unify the sexes of mankind and the Divine
Looking for freedom and truth,
Mystery is intertwined,
May beacons of love guide you,
May bad humanzee’s never divide you,
As Love should always be,
A sacred ripple's host,
Don’t you see?
Aborigines of the outback in body paint glow,
We have people of the lost tribe there,
The Amazonian folk are smarter than arrogant men blowing smoke,
This in your heart is true, you know,
Alaskan made polar gray,
May indeed fill Aleutian bays
Even in the winter,
Tribe’s are warm there,
In the realm of Arctic seals and happy polar bears,
Through the blizzards and the hail,
Northern lights of the Aurora,
Under warmth of a warning orb,
May one day mix will Jungles of fauna and flora,
Two hundred years ago they killed the shaman,
Fearing that the truth might be told,
And now that it is nobody listens,
Southeast Asian tsunamis,
May hit Brooklyn one day,
Do not listen to those hippies,
They just smoke pot,
Eat veggies,
Hug trees,
And do nothing else but get in the way,
Some of its creators might have wished,
They had broadened parameters,
For infecting groups with AIDS,
But everyone wants hair,
So our execution was stayed,
Beauty never pales,
But ugliness flies and sails,
A Great Cavern in Gibraltar,
Once led to Africa, you see,
Which explains why the Euro ruling class,
Live with nostril’s flailed,
They believe it enough so it bothers them,
Ancestors of Prince Charles, once had chimpanzee tails,
Long before the French dined on delicious snails,
Search, gather and live in union,
Break free from that, which ails,
You can learn much from a monkey,
They are way too smart to hold fast to,
That which continues to fail,
Perhaps we Indigo are a new monkey,
Some of us do like to wear tails,
As for our frustration,
We must not give up,
One day the banner of healing will really strut its stuff,
My island quest to Bora Bora,
To volcanoes or Valhalla,
Must be put on hold for now,
When the time is right for ascension,
All things in life lead to the well of souls, the Guff,
But until my job is done,
With the good and bad of it,
Of life, we have not had enough,
So on this, let the beacon be plain,
Walking in the rain,
Wind at my back,
Knee deep in mud,
Looking for the Sun,
Sumer leads to fall,
Winter to spring,
Together we play in the woods,
Frolic on the beach,
Climb to the mountain tops,
Learn more than you teach,
As tempest and bonfires rage,
The mundane world needs cleansing,
A job too big for sage,
Yes, my sacred siblings,
We are about to turn the page,
I and you, you and I,
May the god’s bless each and every one,
The Indigo Mage,
Let’s live for the day,
When no one out of sadness,
Find tears in their eyes,
But instead we cry,
Because we are together found,
Our search being ended,
For an earthly life sublime,
We the surfers of that the Healing tide,
The search has ended,
No need to hide,
Under sun or moonlight,
We the Lost Tribe,
Brought together under the rainbow,
Of the Indigo sky…

The Faery King 2008

Final Public Stuff 2008 And Help Request

Many Blessings,

I am going to have High Tea, strumpet's und a conversation on nice bits of crumpet.


–wink-

It is important for me to respect and learn from the life and battles of one of the finest elders our world has, Paul Laffoley. With will of course laugh as we usually do, along with a discussing my acceptance of the not-so-new limitations of having what is now and has been for some time, a very serious heart condition.


My magical Rabbi, Jordan, Lady Heather, associate and long-term friends David and Richard, my acupuncturist, medical doctors and specialists are all singing the same song,

"Faery King, if you do not slow down, rest, keep your life stress-free and get busy with diet, exercise and the pursuit of spiritual tranquility, you will die!"

Paul Laffoley is a great, wise elder and friend, who has suffered with diabetes, an amputation and heart problems of his own. It was a collective thought last evening that he is one most perfect source of wisdom for me to consult with for dealing with what has been for some time a serious health crisis.


I have for many years burned a three-ended candle in order to produce energy and ignite the passion for life, healing and art in others. It would be a horrible conclusion for me to expire or suffer a major debilitating illness because I did not grab the bull of my own rap, by the horns, taking in the lessons I impart to and share with others, especially those who have improved in part of much because of my writing and the inspiration drawn from my experience and hope.


Sorry for being such a hypocrite, to those who love me so much and make my life a wonderful voyage because of their presence in it. I owe the Indigo, Hippie and Pagan community more than that and those who love me no matter what, the debt that can never be repaid.


As for my critics who criticize me no matter what I do, just because and my haters, who hate no matter what; You people may find a need for Venom Viagra because I am going to work on making one and all who take this course with me, our community and those I love, impotent. The first step in this is to begin cleaning house, while ignoring willful ignorance.


We are also going to turn up the volume on the You Tube channel HSH, Jah-d of Gaia und yours truly have been putting together, Flopsterbisque. Jordan is very wise and wonderful.


His life, kind heart, loving deeds, ethical ways, example and presence are worthy of respect, great love and he is far more worthy than I will ever be of this love that so many show us individually. Jah-d is a living sonnet to the heart of Mother Gaia and human-kind, a great soul with the deepest caring for others that I have ever known.


My beloved partner, Jah-d, Prince of Gaia and elemental king-elect, has with that legendary heart of his, tried to help me to the doorway of new wisdom.


Such a magnificent manifestation of all good things divine, in his human form, should be an inspiration to most very flawed and messed-up beings, those such as me.


I have fought him out of fear long enough on his advice that I slow down, because my ego with regard to being able to out-due people half my age is overwhelming at times. No more "never stop dancing from sunset to sunrise and beyond." My own indulgence in the vanity some shaman must battle, because we can not maintain the physical prowess of our youth of accept the limitations of middle or even old age, was an ever-present lesson to me in fool's folly, folly that was not registering for this fool until now. Perhaps even my most hate-filled critics are, in part, correct in their inventory of me on some level but they do not seem to realize that you can teach an old dog new tricks and my partner is a great teacher.


Teaching is the most noble of professions and I am done listening to the criticism of those who think one is a failure if they do not roll over and take it for life, as a team player for corporate America in order to acquire wealth and impress the neighbors, as they keep up with the Joneses, losing their conscience a soulful molecule at a time. When Jordan begins to put together more inventions, I have every reason to believe that our very gifted brother and friend will create his own corporation, based on his ethics, dreams and vision. Whatever he decides to do, he has my full support on. His happiness does count.


We will be at CoSM this Saturday for the full moon and it looks as though we will have quite the little band of fellow artists, friends and family. I will be at CoSM on September 20th, to celebrate my birthday and CoSM's anniversary a little early.


We may have something in the works involving "An Evening With The Gossamer Court" in November, to celebrate Jah-d's and Alex Grey's birthday, an evening of gratitude to CoSM, expressed by the best and the brightest of our artists and artists who are friends of The Gossamer Court. The presiding King will be Gaia and not myself, because my health will limit me for some time.. He will be advised and assisted but those of council rank and above, including myself, on any future GC events. It is time for my partner and greatest love to have the scepter, crown and responsibility of walking neither in front of, nor behind but beside our people. The pleasure will be all ours and those who discover what timber maketh the magnificent star child.


In future, until further notice, I am only to be online for two hours a day. My body must rest between exercise, spiritual and physical.
Should anyone require an audience with Faery King in New York, Jersey or places around the globe, such appointments will be made by and petitioners will be screened by Lady Heather, the king-elect Jah-d, unless it is in Boston, in which case Alex Palermo, long time friend of Faery King and proprietor of the Original Tremont Tearoom http://tremont-tearoom. com/welcome. html

I am not pulling myself out of the picture all together but I am taking the good and loving advice of our friends.


Much Love and happiness to one and all.


Namaste,
The Faery King
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the Faery King video on mz. imani

just a little bit about what imani does...

www.youtube.com/watch

her site is www.consciouscollaborations.com
Category: Nonprofits & Activism

Faery King on Masks, Armor, and Individuality - 8.8.08

“In this nine minute video HIH, The Faery King, speaks on the importance of the individual, the need for people to express and protect themselves spiritually, especially in the mundane world, through dress and a desire not be a bunch of conforming lemmings hurling themselves off of the cliffs, for the sake and comfort of puritan’s, fundamentalist religious conservatives and other paragons of a failed society. Look at those who hold tyranny in their eyes with courage and turn away from a world full of clones. Expressing yourselves through thought, word, deed and appearance are a few of the messages contained in this short video.”

From tfk:

Love others before they love you,
To thine own self and the gods be true,
I am the Faery King and I love all of you!
(From Attila's Theme)

The gods made each and everyone of us perfect through our souls. We are created in the image of The Divine and should act accordingly, living, not merely existing, in a state of love, kindness, compassion, as well as strength and ferocity!

The video can be viewed through www.youtube.com/watch

Namaste, The Faery King
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"Everything has its beauty but not everyone sees it."
Confucius
Nonprofits & Activism

Water Spirit and Ancestors (New Poem)

Water Spirit and Ancestors
(Written Centerville Yacht Club 8.5.08)
Dedicated To Charlie and Gisele Jones
My partner, Jordan Andre De Liso's Grandparents


Ceiling fans make whirling turns,
Stirring memories,
Mental etchings of my childhood come to pass,
All around signs for soulful remembering,
Of the great joy of the sea, first appreciated long ago,


Veranda planks, salty breeze,
White pillars of wood,
Hanging gardens,
Spectators sharing juleps and iced tea,
Spirit of witness fills so blissfully,


Rudder, boom and mizenmast,
This, my watery love, to last,
Hornpipe dancers of a future past,
Some seafarer's into the tempest of Valhalla have passed,
Finding peace after all the adventures with Davy Jones,


Water, sunlight, shells, Mother Earth in sand,
I praise the good and the bad of open sea and coastal lands,
Reaching for the misty spray with wide open hands,
The beauty of storms or fair winds and following seas,
Make oceans of hope in this life, for me,


The old flag pole clanks,
Like a peaceful cacophony,
Heard from over the banks, over the bay,
To my Mother Goddess creator,
Thank you for giving me sight to see this day,


Children happy, laughing in my existence,
Heaven is not some jeweled mansion,
But a beach with rainbow tides for the gods,
Where funny folk of this life,
Old sea captains are never considered odd,


Ah Poseidon, how my soul does love your dance,
Because of your understanding punishment,
This life by you through dreams, give dreamers a chance,
There should never be time for the landlubber's laziness,
With all your gifts to this watery planet,


Walk a beach, sail the winds,
With sand build things, catch your dinner,
Swim and play with your friends,
Messages in bottles do send,
May the joy of water, for all, never end,


Look those of your people in the eye,
Even if by modern life you are blind,
Hail multi-colored dusk's and twilight's smile,
No time for useless piles of self-pity,
As the angels cry happy tears, dance a ditty,


Look to the one you love,
Groom or Bride, in their eye,
Let your soul rise,
As what comes from builders of sandcastles,
Is that which wants to come forth, the happy child,


Sunset, moonlit sails on glass calm waters so rare,
Raise glasses of Mead, rum and ale,
For all the quiet and squall-filled there,
Because from over the sea,
Began the lives of families,


Immigrants of the ages sailing,
Discover dreams and new hope,
Coming to life, learning to feel,
And in once foreign ways, now cope,
Bringing tradition and the new in together,


Holy smoke,
Lobster tails,
Catching The Big One,
For an old fisherman is finding the Holy Grail,
May one's course in life due to Sirens, never fail,


Clouds on the horizon on blue-lit illuminated night,
Blind many to the fight's ahead, the struggle of life,
When that night hang's peacefully bright,
Because in the face of the calm and quiet,
We never see our living gods starting new riots,


Still, what bliss of lunar orbs,
Ones past and ahead, had and have, much in store,
Reflected well from rolling tides and cresting seas,
Showing us who we really are,
With coast, boat, company and garden, who needs a car?


Take in the full and savory sky,
Remember who you are, beacons, guiding lights,
Always be your tribes pride, thoughtful and wise,
From well plotted courses, may you never wane,
May the lessons of other shipwrecks be your only pain,


We are of much water from sea,
You and me, love and heaven Divine,
Look with love to yours and mine,
Sing praises for the water sign,
To swim naked in the ocean is to be dressed to the nines,


Your spirits are great bliss,
Hopefully you understand this message of time,
Truth which the ancestors did find,
Because of their sacrifices and lives,
I like most, have mine.


The Faery King 2008

"Everything has its beauty but not everyone sees it."
Confucius

Video, The Purpose Of The Gossamer Court

www.youtube.com/watch

His Majesty is about healing through art, science, philosophy and spirituality.

Please take a moment and check out this video.

It may change your life for the better.

NAMASTE,
The Gossamer Court

the Faery King Recaps Starwood 2008

www.youtube.com/watch

dont really need to explain this one...

there will be more to follow on Dawn and Morgan as well as a few others.



Namaste,
fk

jl/FK

Post Arrest Video Of The Faery King

the Arrest of the Faery King and His Knights - 8.1.08
www.youtube.com/watch

I am not making excuses for our part in this but there is no excuse for the way that some of the police treated us, violated our sacred objects and left many of our possessions broken and unusable.

An honorable man is an honorable man in uniform. A thug and a Barbarian who puts on a uniform remains so, while hiding behind a badge.

Namaste,
The Faery King