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Our Most Recent Magical Elven Love Letters

The Magic
October 3, 2009

What most folks call god….
Beloved elfin,
… these elves refer to as The Magic. It is not however, as most people conceive of it, a force exterior to Creation but rather an imminent potentiality within all things. Its nature is miraculous and its essence is Sentient Consciousness, and it is conceived of (as near as we can come to think of it) as almost infinite possibility. It is s’elf created and s’elf existing and is thus thought of as pure energy or Being. This is so because its opposite Non-Existence or Non-Being by its very nature does not and cannot exist, therefore The Magic as Possibility springs into existence spontaneously, since there is Nothing to prevent it from doing so.

However, since not all things can exist at the same time in the same place, this gives rise to the ideas (and thus existence) of time (sequential development) as well as of space or parallel dimensions or worlds. Thus everything possible is actual in its own dimension, and you can always get to there from here, although sometimes one must pass through numerous dimensions to do so.

Thus while some of us know of, and have experienced the Reality of Elfin, there are others just a few dimensions over for whom the mere idea seems ridiculous. For the possibility of our non-existence creates that reality in some dimensions and times. And, since in most cases one must be able to conceive of the various dimensions to pass from one to another (except under certain exceptional conditions) the possibility that any of those who don’t believe in our being would ever encounter Faerie or recognize our kind, even if they encountered us, is quite low, even near to impossible (although, of course, there is really nothing possible that is not).

The technique of The Magic is love and its goal is perfection. At the same time, it is equally true to say that its technique is perfection and its goal is love. This means that we, as individuals, that is to say elves, are only limited by our own natures. There is nothing… in an ultimate sense, which we cannot learn or do. The Magic is, so to speak, like molding clay that can be shaped into any form we conceive, and is only limited by our current ability to do so.

These elves do not pray to The Magic, as most folks pray to their favorite god form, but have no problem with them doing so, as we see this as merely another mode of invocation/evocation. Rather, we seek to channel The Magic though our own beings and thus transform our particular dimension. The means we use to do this is the perfection of our own s’elves and, in as much as possible, treating all beings with courtesy and love. By thus imitating the nature of The Magic, we become magic and all things become possible for us. Which is not to say that we are great and powerful magicians, for these elves are, in truth, very far from being perfect, but as we continue to perfect ours’elves and become more loving, our magic becomes ever stronger and we grow ever closer to Elfin.

This is a particularly elfin sort of magic and it is true that it is not necessary to perfect ones’elf in order to evoke the magic nor does one need use it with love. However, as the movies and books are fond of pointing out to us, and in this instance, unlike so many others, they are correct, such negative magics seldom turn out well. For all magic ultimately returns to its sender and when it returns with love and intelligence, we cannot help but gain by it.

Fardas Lovur Tae Lan (Dancing toward the dawn),
the silver elves

Missing Them
September 15, 2009

There is no question…
Dear kin,
… that we miss them. Just a few years back when the Lord of the Rings movies were in the theaters, we were getting nearly 100,000 hits a month on our website, dozens of requests for elf names, and it seemed that elves were awakening everywhere. We knew at the time that this was an illusion, but it was a very pleasant illusion, and one we were somewhat sad to see end.

At that time, there were also those who took their new found understanding of their elfin nature so seriously (this is some form of oxymoron, isn’t it?), that they called others who were less serious about their elfinness “posers” and looked down upon them with self satisfaction. As we wrote at the time, “posers” to elfinness have never bothered us, for they are but aspirants as far as these elves are concerned. And as we predicted, it is not only the posers who have now moved on to other interests but also those who scorned them so readily.

And yet we miss them, dear kin, both the posers, and the serious ones who doubted their elfinness so profoundly that they could only exteriorize that doubt onto others, never admitting to, nor examining their own reservations. For while they had uncertainties about their true nature, we have never doubted them a bit. They were drawn to Elfin/Faerie due to the elfin that lives within them, and though they now wander elsewhere, many entangled by the dark magics of fear and uncertainty that traps them into the illusion of the world, that bit of elfin lives within them still, and someday, or more likely night, in this or some future lifetime, they will inevitably find their way back to us again.

In the meantime, those ancients among us, who having awakened, never forget our elfin nature, continue on, invisible for the most part, radiating our magic through the world, leaving trails of energy as clues for our kindred to find. For Elfin is not just, or even primarily, a place to us, nor is it simply a culture, it is truly a family and without our dear beloved kindred, Elfin would be a very lonely place, and a lonely place is the very opposite of Elfin.

Thus, we are ever seeking our own through time, awakening kindred and leaving hints along the path to that magical place where you are beloved, and part of the family, where your kindred are ever awaiting you, where you are always welcome and we are always awaiting your return. That magical place we call, among other things, Elfland.

Fost Tae Lodver (Touch the truth),
The Silver Elves

Our Faeries Gather
September 1, 2009

These elves…
Blessed kindred,
… have between 400 and 500 Teraphim and Lares, that abide within and about our Eald. Over two hundred of these are certainly faeries of various kinds, but we also have pixies, elves, brownies, leprechauns, gnomes, menehunes, gargoyles and even a hobbit. All of which, have and do faithfully serve us, and our magics.

A little while back, we asked them to fulfill a particular magic working for us and we promised if they accomplished it. we would host a Faerie Party for all of them. Actually, we confess, these elves are softies and we really told them that if they did the magic, whether it turned out as we wanted it or not, we’d throw them a party because we trust them and know that while they may not always succeed, they always do their best to do so.

In the gentletime, Silver Flame set up a faerie circle just inside the floor to ceiling glass window to our lanai (porch) and drew two cards from our Healing with Fairies Deck, to represent the event organizers. The cards she got were the Sexuality (of course) and Follow Your Dreams faeries. She also wrote to several of our faerie sisters, who decided they would hold faerie gatherings at the same time. So Mechekoryn and Aiea in Northern California and Gal (pronounced Gail) Avyryl in Georgia each set up a circle of their own. Mechekoryn sent us some faerie lights (Christmas tree lights with transparent purple leaves around them) to go with our circle, and Silver Flame sent her a photo of our sister Gal Avyryl and sent Gal one of the leafs from the faerie lights.

As it happened, it took the faeries and other spirits only about three weeks to accomplish the magic we had asked of them, a magic we had done, not for ours’elves, but for one of our kindred. So the date was set and it was agreed upon by the various sisters hosting the gatherings that they would hold them for three consecutive nights. Each night these elves opened all the cabinet doors within which several hundred of our teraphim reside, set out a pool for them to bath in, turned on the faerie lights, and set out some wine. Gal Arvyryl put lights in her window and set out elixirs and chocolate. In the morning, after they had gone to bed, we would turn out the lights and close the cupboard doors.

On the first night, just as we were going to sleep, we heard a small bell tinkling. We expect that was to initiate the event. On the third and final night, in the middle of the night, Zardoa was awakened from a deep sleep and asked to compose a poem for the event. He stumbled groggily from our bed, went into the living room, lay on the floor and scribbled out the following:

Are you a faerie?
I know me some
Gathering at dusk
After deeds have been done.

Beautiful faces,
Charming and sweet
Kind in a way
That one seldom meets.

Their eyes all a twinkle
They give me a wink
I blush at the thoughts
They cause me to think.

I know some faeries
Playful and fun
It got me to wondering
If you might be one?

Afterwards, he lay the completed work outside their circle and went back to bed and sleep.

So what is the point of this? The point is, dearest, that unlike some magicians who try to compel demons to fulfill their commands, we elves are served by willing spirits and while they do this out of the kindness of their hearts and their love for us as kindred, it is still good to remember that they need energy, too, have wishes and desires of their own, have their own destiny and fates (the word fairy often been said to be derived from the Latin word fata or fate), and deserve what rewards we can give them. Thanks is always appreciated, but parties and celebrations seldom go amiss. Remember your household spirits, dear kin, and they in their turn shall not forget you.

Kyela,
The Silver Elves

Hobbits and Halflings
August 23, 2009

Hobbits…
Dear Kin,
… can now be found in the dictionary, at least Merriam Webster’s collegiate Dictionary, tenth edition, listed as a creation of J. R. R. Tolkien. Most other writers, presumably to honor Tolkien’s copyright, refer to such beings in their writings as Halflings, and are generally depicted as diminutive creatures about half the size of mankind. The word hob, however, associated with the hobgoblins is said to mean mischievous, although these elves have traditionally thought of the word as meaning half, as in Halfling, but not due to size, but rather referring to a being that is say, half goblin and half dwarf. For to say hobgoblin means a mischievous goblin is to be rather redundant in our minds; aren’t all goblins mischievous?

These elves have actually known some hobbits in our time and still do. In fact, we have been initiated into their society and given hobbit names of our own. Zardoa is known as Rudagar Furryfoot among them and Silver Flame is called Neffie or Nefferela.

We love these beings who are bright and even brilliant but tend somewhat to the rotund side of things, this being due, as Tolkien correctly indicated to their habit (hobbit?) of eating at all hours of the day. When we would stay among them we would have a pre-breakfast snack, breakfast, brunch, lunch (or really supper, a lavish affair, enough to feed an elf for days), afternoon snack, dinner, dessert and late evening snack. It took us days to recover from this regimen and one of the reasons we stopped visiting them so frequently was due to our own tendency to grow more outwardly than inwardly when we did so.

Although the hobbits we know are still marvelous company, you understand, and for all their eating, quite energetic folk, getting more accomplished in a day than we do in a week. They are also, in their way, far more ambitious than these elves have ever been.

The Hobbits we have known are quite avid, if not the most accomplished, musicians, and have an amazing fondness for listening to their own music. They approach everything they are interested in with an unstinting self-confidence that is literally contagious, creating enthusiasm in everyone around them. They are really quite fearless, and not in the least intimidated by the world of the “big folk” about them. They are ready to take on anyone who obstructs them.

They are truly remarkable beings, these hobbit, halfling, hobs, and we have learned a lot from them. If you encounter beings of this kind, dear elfin, we suggest you learn as much as you can from them as well. But watch your waist!

Ver nesidas mellun vari te (In shimmering starlight ever be),
The Silver Elves

Rared
August 10, 2009

We were told when we were young…
Dear Kindred,
…. that animals are raised and children reared. We think, however, that this opinion was due more to certain types of humans’ proclivity toward corporeal punishment than a strict understanding of the English language. The Merriam Webster’s Collegiate Dictionary, on the other hand, informs us that the terms ‘raised’ and ‘reared’ are interchangeably acceptable for the description of the upbringing of both animals and children.

We elves, however, are neither raised nor reared, we are rared, that is educated to become unique or rare, which is to say, become our true s’elves. Although, we also refer to our upbringing as being rarified, not only made rare, but also made more subtle, spiritual and refined.

While in most cultures the young are continually faced with peer and parent pressure to conform to cultural traditions and social mores at the expense of their own being, we elves continually encourage our kin to be their own true s’elves, to trust their intuition, and develop their personal style.

Some would think that this would lead us to be particularly self-centered and competitive individuals promoting our individuality at the expense of others or rebellious individual ever eager to be different from those who are all the same, however, quite the opposite is true. Our uniqueness is developed with the understanding that all beings are essentially unique and it is by encouraging individuality and independent thought that our own unique being is both developed and protected. It is true that in cultures that seem to both promote conformity while decrying peer pressure there arises a certain rebelliousness among us and a struggle to rise above the mixed messages we receive, however, this is not the natural state of elfin and we have no need to prove we are more unique than our others. Thus we are the same in our uniqueness and united by our diversity and mutual respect thereof.

More than that, we delight in our own as well as our others uniqueness. Our world is filled with diversity and this is in harmony with Nature and pleasing to The Magic. Nature loves diversity, however, the Grim or Grimlean, despite diversity wanting everyone to dress, act, think and believe as they do and will ever go as far as jailing or killing those who don’t. Of course, the Grims don’t themselves always agree on what they should believe thus the world is ever subjected to the religious wars of one Grim sect trying to eliminate their rivals. This competition of uniformity is quite the opposite of our elven tendency to live and let live. And perhaps it is the Grims tendency to want to make everyone the same that makes them so hateful, callous and disrespectful of Nature. To them Mother Nature is nothing more than their slave/whore; to we elfin, She is our great Goddess.

In the Elfin mind, the more rare we become as individuals the more rarefied we become, that is refined and developed as spirits, and the more rarefied we become the more rare we are as well. Our egoic nature rises to the fore and the unique aspects of our souls and spirits become ever more evident and powerful. It is recognizing our uniqueness that we come to understand the Unity of all Nature and our unique and special place within it, for we are elves and we are all the same, we are each unique.

Kyela,
The Silver Elves

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