Kyela,
The Silver Elves
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Letters
No. 1 . . . . Understanding Death
"DEATH, ZARDOA AND NEFFIE . . . .
. . . . it's really an enormous part of what we're all about. Everybody
bounces around smiling, cheering up strangers, giving folk recognition
for just being folk, casting out demons, listening to the worthy,
blessing people and, encouraging everyone that may require the subtlest
attention and/or guidance. Don't kid yourself! We aren't really so
"life affirming"; we just appear to be.
It's a matter of providing what the people need, without using words.
Oh, we might use words to calm, to encourage, to commiserate but it's
our wordlessness in regard to everyone's real fear that they're inevitably
drawn towards. The dogs and cats and raccoons know we know of and
understand death. People know too, they simply know subliminally and
without their knowing reaching cogency and/or full-wakened-consciousness.
However, even if we (ourselves) don't fully know we know, it matters
not. Most of us spend an outrageously large portion of our time ruminating
about poppycock. How much time do we spend knowing that we know?
Some of the commonest folk imaginable know death like the back of
their hand. A rarer number know that they know. These folk are our
true cohorts. They'll always help in our need. We simply discover
them and then, give em a smile of recognition and we part again. Experience
teaches us to search them out! It doesn't always have to involve death.
They need recognition. It's our glory and honor to be chosen by fate
to be the one's that render unto these lovely people the recognition
they deserve.
GOD HAS ALWAYS COME FORTH IN THE SIGN OF THE AROUSING . . . . .
. .
love
Arwen and Elanor
(Founders of the Elf Queen’s Daughters)
P.S Share that night-heron's blessing with one and all . . . we be
needing it, always."
(Reply from the Silver Elves to letter #1)
"The Quest for Immortality …
Dear Elven Sisters, Arwen and Elanor,
… is a key factor, usually unconscious, in the life of nearly
every being. We hunger to survive despite the difficulties and pain
we encounter in the world for we are programmed by DNA, which is to
say the Magic, to do so.
This Quest is somewhat confused in the minds of most folks by what
seems to be the inevitability of Death, our old friend, consoler and
ally. Death saves us from being trapped in decaying bodies, Death
saves us from the eternal hell of sickness, and Death, when we realize
it, usually saves us from a far worse fate that we’d otherwise
encounter. That is our faith anyway.
As we refine our Spirits, we will of course become increasingly able
to live in ever more resilient bodies and we will gradually approach
immortality. If we but realized it, we would note that the energy
that composes our current bodies can neither be created nor destroyed,
and is thus already immortal in its essence. It is our own failure
to achieve continuity of consciousness that makes it appear as though
we die/sleep, but that is a challenge that we shall eventually (and
we have forever to do so) overcome.
Giving recognition where it is due is ever an important achievement
for the elven sorcerer and aspirant, and sensing those who are ready,
at whatever level, to receive the knowledge we’ve earned that
will help them on the quest for spiritual realization is just a part
of the job description. These folk usually have a certain glow about
them, an energy signature that we recognize and in recognizing, acknowledge.
There is often, we’ve found, a certain no nonsense lack of bullshit
feeling in the communication and demeanor of those who know that Death
comes for them and have accepted that fact. We’ve always found
these much easier to be around than the majority of folk who are still
inclined toward pretense and social posturing.
The great creative Dragon does come forth in the sign of the Arousing,
and wise are those who yield the way and then follow in its wake,
and bold are those who dare to ride it. Ride the Dragon.
Love,
Zardoa and Silver Flame
Afterthoughts: The Past lives within us. In many ways, Necromancy
is another exploration into our personal Unconscious and the Collective
Unconscious that hold for us all we have ever been or experienced
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Letters
No. 21 . . . . Communicating With Animals
PEOPLE TRULY LOVE THEIR PETS, NEFFIE AND ZARDOA . . . .
. . .
. yet, very few of them permit themselves to believe other creatures
think, scheme and dream as do humans. This is unfortunate but it is
understandable. Those that understand the problem are generally the
same people who deeply feel other animals think, scheme and dream
as we do.
I've always believed that if we talk or otherwise communicate with
animals . . . angelic-beings, the gods, the supra-dimensions will
deign to commune with us. Everything works out in the long run. People
are misled by their own foolish pride but in time, everything works
out.
PLANETS HAVE SCHEMES AND THEY DREAM TOO
love
Arwen
P.S. You're blessed by your continuing devotion to all animals.
(Reply from the Silver Elves to letter #21)
It is true …
Dear Arwen,
… that many folks do not understand the soulful nature of animals,
nor cognize their intelligence, even those who are often so very close
to them. But our continuing relationship to the creatures of the animal
kingdom, as well as to the plants, trees and other evolving beings
speaks to the continuing association we have with these souls, and
is surely reflective of our own evolution and connection to the Shining
Ones. Surely some day we will be in the same relationship to the beings
that are so often called our “pets” as the Shining Ones
are to us as they continue in their development.
We elves have ever been noted for our love of the trees and the seas
and this is very true. There are also those who have an ongoing love
affair with the mineral world, particularly the gems and crystals,
and all of this is surely in preparation for our guardianship of them
in ages yet to come.
We may often wonder at the state of the world and the appalling lack
of understanding by so many regarding the consciousness and intelligence
of other species, but we must ever remember this is where our fate,
karma and thus our choices put us. This is the work we’ve undertaken
in this age at the stage, and what can we do but set about fulfilling
our dharma/quest/geas and be the best we can be, which is to say our
own sorcerous s’elves, giving a nod to the trees, a wink to the
breeze and sharing a knowing look with that bird flying by.
The fact is most animals, for their part don’t believe that men
have souls or intelligence either. Ah, we all have a lot to learn.
Love,
Zardoa and Silver Flame
Afterthoughts: We are not quite sure what to call talking to animals.
We expect that signs from ravens, crows, herons, etc. would be called
Ornithomancy, although since these signs often come from spirits that
have passed to higher regions, or the recently dead, they are a form
of Necromancy. But what would we call talking to animals in general?
Perhaps Zoomancy? Or Faunamancy?
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Letters
No. 30 . . . . The Becoming of Gandalf The White
THE PREVAILING VIBE, ZARDOA . . . .
. . . . being received from supra-dimensional sources (pertaining
to our mutual activities) is presently extraordinary and positive.
However, there's also 'hints' with strong considerations (we've all
been exposed to noteworthy ramifications) of taking what we've successfully
accomplished and slowly including the prerogatives gained from our,
recently attained, higher rank. Of course, all of this does appear
rather daring.
For incarnate human beings (including elves, hobbits and even wizards),
there seems to be an irresistible tendency to "niche-out".
For instance, Radagast (a cohort of Gandalf) became obsessed over
birds and was lost in endless pursuit of knowledge about avian ways.
Saruman was drawn into a power-trip that resulted in an ignominious
end. Lesser beings than wizards niche-out too. Especially, at my age,
where aches and pains can mount to the point of limiting my remaining
physical functions, I must find a way to continue to dare.
In the recent past, Lord Dunsany, J.R.R. Tolkien, etc., indicated
the universality of races retiring from explorations into the unknown
for the most superfluous reasons imaginable (on a consistent basis).
Needless to say, my brother, higher aspects within ourselves fully
expect daring (ad-infinitum) from us, as long as we can still draw
a breath.
Supra-dimensional threads within our total countenance are still inspiring
our feeble biological vehicles, they also provide the bulk of the
healing energy (by night and by day), getting 'out front' in terms
of time-limitations for us and don't forget, they provide our post-and-pre-existent
sanctuaries both after death and before birth, etc.; while, we it
is that must do and dare. Do very well, thank you very much. Actually
do or die, e.g., when it comes to defending representative government
from all forms of attack. To be we, is to be prepared to lead . .
. always.
At first, some years ago, when we began to be "raised-up"
from our tolerable naiveté and "Bo Peep" ways of
dallying with religionists, Theosophists, legitimate intellectuals,
etc. . . . we started to become aware of a supra-dimensional aspect
within ourselves that seemed to be growing. Now, this hidden aspect
is manifesting more openly, more magnetically, sweeping foolishness
away from it's vehicle's path . . . as we collaborate with it, we
sublimely become it. Gandalf the Grey became Gandalf the White. Nature's
much less mysterious than one thinks, when one stands as a surrogate
in mighty nature's stead.
WHEN A WHOLE ASHRAM WORKS AS ONE, NATURE STARTS TO THRIVE
love
Arwen
P.S. we'll always be together
(Reply from the Silver Elves to letter #30)
We must admit…
Dear Arwen,
… from the very first we read of Radagast, we had a particular
affection for him. It is true that he, like Gandalf, did not foresee
Saruman’s treachery, but it is was also he who sent the Eagle
to rescue Gandalf when imprisoned by Saruman and we might surmise,
although it isn’t specifically said, that it was he that sent
the Eagles to help in the last battle. One might think that he niched
out on the birds, but in truth he was master of all the flora and
fauna of Middle Earth as well as being a Master of Shapes and Hues,
so what other deeds he accomplished we do not know for like many great
wizard sorcerers, his work was accomplished unseen.
Nor should we despise his works even if he did niche out. Not all
of us are meant to follow the same path. Nature acts though diversity
and finds a place and purpose of all beings, even if we don’t
always understand what that may be from our own, necessarily limited,
point of view. And it is good to remember that Radagast was specifically
sent to Middle Earth by a Goddess to do exactly what he did. If he
niched out, it was a very vast and important niche. Ever, such sorcerers
as we, are called to see the vast and the overall, which includes
each niche, and to understand why such niches are so very important
in the vast scheme of things. Gandalf the Grey became Gandalf the
White, perhaps Radagast the Brown became Radagast the Golden Light
of the Sun on a Spring day.
The supra-dimensionals do encourage daring in us, and great daring
it takes to chart one’s own course, hold fast to what one’s
knows to be true, and pursue one’s own path as best one understands
it, instead falling prey to continuous peer pressure and seeking shelter
in the familiar and comfortable rather than pioneering into the unknown.
It is easy to conform, but takes true daring to dare to be different.
These elves expect that Radagast was far more powerful and wiser than
anyone knew. He was after all an honest wizard and that, in itself,
speaks of a certain greatness. He did not fall, as Saruman, to the
temptation of power, but then he probably had more power than any
suspected and most likely a wider view and understanding than any
knew. And for our own part, these elves would rather niche out than
Nietzsche out as Saruman did. First, do no harm. Or as the I Ching
tells us, be not to blame.
From the outside, one might look upon your own community of Spirits
as a bit of a niche, but those would not be seeing the vast reach,
extending even into the supra-dimensional realms, and influence of
your life and your sorcery. Every niche is a micro-climate and Nature
loves variety, for each niche adds in its way to the magnificence
of the whole. And as Gandalf said, “For even the very wise cannot
see all ends.”
Love,
Zardoa
and Silver Flame
Afterthoughts: Does Necroturgy include passing through death, as
Gandalf did, and coming out the other side into another life yet reborn
in the same body but transformed and elevated in power and spirit?
This we will need to ponder.
