Story Time

Story Time ~ The Ancient

Hello beautiful souls and welcome to a new blog series – this series is called story time and these blogs will be short stories that are inspired from working with a particular oracle card for inspiration and channelled messages. These stories are meant for enjoyment and perhaps within them there will be some hidden messages for your soul as well. To kick off this new series, we have the oracle card The Ancient from the Faery Forest oracle deck by Lucy Cavendish. Lets dive in!

Tales have been told of a witch who holds the secrets to life. This witch is known as the Ancient One as her age is older than any who walk this earth, her knowledge of potions and magic keeps her living long past the normal lifespan. No one knows who she is or where she lives, only that her domain is the ancient forest of Krondor that exists on the outskirts of the humble village of Kent.

Many tales have been told at night of the wicked Ancient One who bespells young men and lures them to their death or beckons young maidens to follow her winding paths deep within the forest and return with a sense of wild abandonment that sends them mad. The owls of the Forest are her eyes to see all and the cats are her shadow, lurking to bring you omens of your future. It is believed she sees the future through spinning her webs of silk like that of a spider and holds in her keeping the book of life and death. Should you encounter the Ancient One she will ask you to answer a series of questions as a test and if you fail, she will take you to the depths of hell and leave you there.

Many young lords and ladies tested their courage through stepping into the dark forest of Krondor but none ever wondered further than the tree edge and down the bone path – so called for the trail of bones found along the edges that were believed to be the trail of the discarded souls that dared to venture into the Ancient Ones lair. Even the most hardened hunter and Knights dared not follow that path. Until one day when a young maiden, blinded by a broken heart and tears ran into the forest for solace and found herself lost within the trees.

Mira was on the cusp of womanhood, her innocent views of the world had become shattered when the boy she loved had told her he no longer loved her and instead wanted her closest friend, that her friend was far prettier and well off and suited for a nobleman and Mira was just a common farm girl. Her heart had shattered into a thousand pieces at those words and she ran, kept running until she could no longer hear the sounds of Kent. When she finally stopped she realised that she was deep in the forest of Krondor, a place she both found fascinating and fearful.

When she realised that she had become lost in the trees, she began to panic, her fear getting the better of her as she stumbled over what looked like a bone. She gasped at the realisation that she was standing on the bone path, her heart thundering in her chest as she looked around for a landmark that would lead her away. She knew the stories of the Ancient One that the people of Kent spoke of but her mother had also told her stories, stories of ancient wisdom that had been lost to fear and the wisdom of the land that the ancient ones held and to never let the fear of others cloud your own heart.

The sound of wings startled her as she saw an owl land in a tree, it stared right at her, as though it was looking into her soul and she felt the hair on the back of her neck rise in warning of something that was not natural. A grey cat appeared on the path ahead, sitting with its tail gently waving like a snake. It licked its paw and cleaned its face for a moment before staring at her. The owl, the cat and the girl stared at each other for a long time in silence and Mira moved to back away and run in the other direction when the cat stood, meowed at her and turned to walk deeper into the forest, pausing to look back at her as if to say “follow me.”

She stood still, considered the situation and watched as the owl flew from one tree to the next, always looking at her as if it too wanted her to follow. She swallowed slowly, closed her eyes and stilled her mind, her mothers reminder echoed in her thoughts. Never let the fear of others cloud your heart. She realised that her heart had slowed, calm and her body felt a sense of anticpation and excitement. Opening her eyes she stared at the cat and smiled. There was something more that she needed to see so she followed the cat and the owl down the bone path, deeper into the forest.

The path ended at a cave, the darkness of the cave made her uneasy and she hesitated before she watched the cat walk into the darkness. The owl hooted once before flying into the cave and Mira gathered her courage and entered the cave. She couldn’t see anything, the further she walked the darker it got until it felt like the darkness of the cave would consume her, pressing down on her and she felt her panic begin to rise when she suddenly saw the glow of light in the distance. She walked towards the glow, realising it was coming from what seemed to be a room within the cave. The light was a fire within the centre of the room with a large cauldron bubbling over the top.

She stepped into the light filled room and gasped at the walls around her. They were lined with books so old that they seemed they would fall apart at the slightest touch. Candles flickered, dancing light and shadow over the cave floor. She noticed a small desk in the centre of the room near the cauldron had a single book on top. It seemed to beckon her and as she walked closer she noticed there was a name on the front cover, her name. Reaching out to touch the book she jumped as an old woman stepped out of the shadows. She had a large pointed hat and spiderwebs covered her gown, making her shimmer in the candlelight. Her face was old and weathered but it did not seem harsh, it was in fact kind and otherworldly in a way she couldn’t describe.

“Hello Mira. I have been waiting for you.” The woman said and Mira let out a breath she didn’t realise she had been holding. “Are you the anicent one?” she asked quietly and the woman smiled then pointed to the book. “Would you like to read your story Mira? Do you want to know how it ends?” Something in the question had Mira pause and study the book. Was this a trick? Did this book hold the secrets of her future? Did she want to know it all? She could not deny that a big part of her wanted to devour the pages in the book but something else told her that this was a test and reading the book would mean she failed.

“I don’t understand.” Mira said, confusion and frustration overtaking her. The woman laughed and pulled out a vial from her gown as she walked over to the book, picked it up and started reading – the book was a recount of Miras life until now, down to the last detail. When the woman reached the part in of her running to the forest and standing in front of the Anicent One she looked up and into Miras eyes, those eyes held a depth that frightened Mira and she had to glance away.

“This book is your book of life, this one and the ones that come before and after. It is the secrets of your own life and what is to come. This is the knowledge that all who come to me seek, to find the secrets to life and death. I offer you the gift of reading yours. Do you wish to take it?” She held the book close to her chest as she stared at Mira and waited. The owl landed on the brim of the Ancient Ones hat and the Cat stood at her feet. Mira studied the book and then the vial the Anicent One held. She wanted to read that book, she wanted to know. She licked her lips. “What will it cost me to read the book?” She said quietly and the Anicent One laughed.

“Not many are smart enough to ask such a question. It will cost you nothing. And it will cost you everything.” Mira frowned as the owl ruffled its feathers. The Ancient One held out the book to Mira. “To know the future is to know the past. To know the past is to know the future and it is only in the present that we can create them both. To read your own book of life will take away your life as you know it and thrust you into a world of responsiblity and awareness that not all are ready for. To read your book is an act of death and rebirth. To shed the past self and be reborn as the new. Should you wish to take on this burden and gift, you must be willing to live entirely in the present moment, knowing that you hold both the past and the future in your hands.”

Mira took the book but before she could read, the Anicent One handed her the vial. “Drink the gift of life and death and you will see clearly.” Mira hesitated, then took the vial, sniffed the liquid then drank. It tasted like water. Pure, icy cold water that she had never experienced before. As the liquid travelled down her throat she felt a sense of invigoration and energy flood her system a stirring deep within like something had come alive. “Water, from the springs of the earth holds the memories of the past and the nourishment for the future. It lives in everything just as knowledge does. It can nourish, nurture and heal or it can overwhelm and destroy.” The Ancient One pointed to the book. “Read now.”

Mira opened the book and flicked through to where the ancient one left off, seeing the dialouge they had just had in the last page. As she turned the page it was blank. Mira frowned and continued to turn the pages and they were all blank. She looked at the Ancient One in confusion. ” I don’t understand. Did I do something wrong? Did i fail the test?” The Ancient One laughed and touched the blank page. “The future is not yet written and the past is being created as we speak. Only you can decide what will be written on the future pages and what is told about your past. It is your responsibility, your burden and your gift to live your story the way you see fit. That is the gift of life Mira. That is the gift that so many are seeking yet overlook. There is only the present moment, so go and live life.” The Anicent One smiled once more as Mira looked down at the pages and couldn’t help but laugh.

So many stories had been told about this place and yet the answers were already in the hands of the people. She looked up to speak to the Ancient One and realised she was alone, the woman had vanished. Looking around Mira called out for her and no one came. She studied the book for a moment, deciding if she should take it with her and decided to leave it on the desk where she found it. As she left the cave, she felt a sense of calm take her and knew that she would be able to find her way home. She was a little disappointed that she hadn’t found magic or potions that could give the gift of eternal life like the stories said. She turned to study the cave now that she was in the light of day again. Perhaps it was all just a dream.

Shrugging, she followed the bone path back to the village of Kent and as she stepped out of the tree line, almost convinced now that it was all just a dream she heard a whisper on the wind “Live your life Mira. Never forget the magic you have to change the past and create the future, the magic that lies within your choices in the now.” Mira straightened her shoulders and felt the change settle within her, her life was full of magic and she would live her life embracing it with every part of her soul.

The End

Awakening Blog

Reclaiming the Soul

This is my first official “normal” blog I guess you could say. I have never actually done a blog in the traditional sense, talking about daily life and I am both excited and nervous at the same time as many people have always read my content for the information aspect and there is always that little bit of self doubt that comes from not knowing if people truly do want to know about your thoughts or life. A word of caution – I am a writer and when I begin to write about something I am passionate about, I can write a lot so get comfortable, I have no idea where this blog will end 🙂 All photos in this blog are my own that I share with you to help inspire and rouse your own soul.

This is going to be a little insight into the past week and show you the simple things that I have been enjoying – the very things that I had been neglecting in my life. The spiritual path can often be riddled with a need to do more, learn more, be better, grow deeper into your spirituality and yet it is this very aspect that can pull you further away from finding your peace and authenticity and this is the self discovery that I have made over these past few months while going through my own transitions.

A blackbirds nest in the berry archway

In my last blog I mentioned that I will be sharing more of my world to inspire others and to show the other aspects of myself and that begins today. This week has been a strong focus on getting back into my garden. Gardening has been a part of my life since I was a child. I have always loved to be outside wondering the land looking for faerie doors and interacting with the wildlife. I have always planted things in every place I lived, leaving behind a piece of myself in the earth each time I moved on. I liked to feel like an earth goddess spreading joy and love via plants!

I am someone who loves a mixture of edible, medicinal and fragrant gardens that have a wild and untamed aspect to them and this is what I have achieved within my own. We began our life in this home in September 2014 and when we purchased this home the garden was non existent – a weedy long tangle of grass in winter and a dry dust bowl in the summer – the only living things were the large gumtree in the back corner that i affectionately call grandmother gumtree, a couple of native bottle brush plants along the other back fence and a random bush that the dog eventually killed when he was a puppy.

Over the years it has been trial and error, blood sweat and tears and I know have the vision of the wild, secret garden that I always wanted. It is still and ever evolving landscape especially with having chickens like mine who eat and destroy everything! At last count we had topped over 40 fruit trees, not including the grape vines or passionfruit. The garden has an abundance of wildlife and is its own ecosystem now.

This past year I had neglected the garden a bit, only doing the necessary things to maintain it and a half ditched attempt at growing vegetables, my focus had been on other things like spiritual pursuits and trying to work through my own emotional changes and feelings – I blame my Saturn Return for this lol. I had made the decision when the first round of covid-19 hit in March that I needed to spend more time in my garden, though during that time with 3 months of not working my “day job” I ended up launching my online business Awaken Spirit which took a lot of time and energy as this too went through many trials and errors as I found my footing.

a honey bee on the feverfew

With my focus solely on my tarot readings, astrology, study of different topics to help with spiritual life coaching, other aspects of myself were again pushed to the side. I spent one entire week re-writing my first manuscript after I had received feedback from a publisher and then my writing was put on the back burner once that was complete, I had planted out a couple of winter garden beds in the veggie patch that ended up becoming healthy but neglected and my entire world revolved around tarot readings, more tarot readings, content creation for my newly launched youTube channel and you guessed it more tarot readings!

Now don’t get me wrong I love doing readings but I started to realise that neglecting the other aspects of myself was beginning to eat away at my very soul and leaving me feeling empty so I tried to just add them into my ever growing schedule – by now I was back at work so my time was limited but I felt schedules, to do lists and time management would be the key to success like every other entrepreneur out there, but what I was forgetting was the parts of myself that need to be free to create and simply be. I started to crave freedom more and more, unsure of what that freedom even meant other than wanting to work for myself within my own business full time and this meant I just had to work harder and harder, push more and more and this of course burnt me out even more, exasperating the issues.

fresh youngberries picked from one of the berry archways

I am sharing this because I want to show the insight that just because we pursue a spiritual path, does not mean that we cannot fall into the same kind of traps that you do in the “mundane” or as many in our community would say, the “3D” world. This is not a dark night of the soul or part of the awakening process, no. This comes after and is something far less intense and yet even deeper and more powerful. In many ways it is a kind of rebirth of the self, a time when we truly begin to find our truth, our authenticity and reclaim who we are at the core. It is when we heal the wounds that are self inflicted and deep into our ancestral roots, it is when we discover those lost soul fragments of ourselves that have been lost over life times and even voluntarily sacrificed for things we believed were more valuable. It is the time we forge our own path and decide to step into our true identity with a sense of self compassion. I am going to coin this time the “Reclaiming”, I have no idea if this is a term in existence but that is what I see it as.

For those who understand the astrological aspects of our life this can be seen as the first Saturn return that occurs for people sometime between 26 – 32 depending on your personal birth chart and perhaps one day I will do an entire blog explaining this time. It is now, in the depths of myself and in my own cocoon that I finally decided that to truly embrace my spirituality I must first embrace all the aspects of myself.

my home made birthday cake with flowers and berries from the garden

This past week has been chaotic to say the least. Here in South Australia we went into an extreme lockdown due to a covid outbreak that commenced on the day of my 30th birthday, this lockdown was meant to last 6 days but was called off early after more information came to light. In Australia we are very lucky that we are relatively covid free compared to the rest of the world and out health authorities do a great job of getting on top of any outbreaks that may occur, especially here in South Australia.

So during this time with having my birthday to myself as my husband was an essential worker so I truly did have the day to myself, I allowed myself to simply be for the first time in a long time. There was guilt in the beginning of course but that faded as I embraced the things I love – creating. I spent the day in my garden, meditating and doing yoga, working with the cards for myself only, baking, taking photos and thinking of aspects within my story and what I want to write. I will share the vlog I created for those who are interested in following along.

This was the first time I felt truly at peace within my own mind. It felt right. Complete. It is this simplicity that my soul craves and the tranquility of being alone but not lonely. That is the hardest things we can learn – the art of being solitary and it is within these moments that I truly feel my most spiritual. I love that in this modern age I can connect with people all over the world and share the things that bring me joy, while still maintaining that solitary aspect that my soul so greatly desires.

the link to my birthday vlog

Humans are social creatures society tells us, we need connection and interaction and while this is true to some degree, we often forget that no matter what we are interconnected to the entire world around us and being alone does not mean we must be lonely, especially within society today. We can maintain connection with likeminded people while still discovering ourselves and for those who are not quite introverts or extroverts but something a little in between, I want to say this – I see you, I feel you and I understand you. It is ok to be alone, it is ok not to want the things society tells us we should want and it is ok to dream. Dreams are the longings and desires of our soul and if we stamp out the dreams, we are in fact fragmenting our soul by choice so, today if there is anything you take from reading this glimpse into my world, begin to reclaim those dreams and find your own rhythm in this world because that is the life you are meant to live.

Thank you to those who decided to read to the very end.

Much love,

Elizabeth xo