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Sneeky peek – Wrath of Angels

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wrath-of-angels-cover-proof-v1 Sometimes the first few pages aren’t enough so here, for your enjoyment is a little more of Wrath of Angels…

As a full moon filled the night sky, Angel walked down the
stone steps to the basement of her house with the basket for
her path working on her arm. Once below she lit the wall
sconces and the braziers on either side of the altar. Light and
warmth seeped into the stone walls. A single red rose lay on a
seven pointed star on the altar surrounded by thyme,
feverfew, yarrow and verbena.

She wore an amber shift belted with a cord of olive green
and gold, a green cloak and at her throat hung an emerald. As
Thoth greeted her on the astral plane, promising to protect
her, she stood upon the Path, a rose in one hand and a lantern
in the other. Her heart began to beat fiercely and the rose in
her hand vibrated as she walked into a courtyard surrounded
by cool, white buildings and seated around the well within sat
female love deities. Freyja sat with Venus, their fair hair
glistening in the sun while Rhiannon, her horse tethered to
one side, spoke with Ishtar. They laughed together as Angel
approached. The maiden Cerridwen caught Angel’s eye and
smiled at her and as Angel smiled back, she stood naked
before the beautiful naked women.

Angel felt no embarrassment. A vibration began in her
groin as if something was awakening in the root of her being
and as the sensation climbed up her body, she felt aroused and
uplifted by the beauty of those around her. Each woman came
forward and embraced her and then held a hand as a circle
was formed. Into the middle, Angel lay the rose and the
lantern before taking her place in the circle.

The rose sparkled and the lantern began to glow until a
glistening golden ball spun hovering in the air before them.
The sphere darkened and then stars appeared, some singly
and some in clusters until the ball glistened and shone. Ishtar
stepped forward, reaching into the ball and plucking a web of
twinkling stars which, with skilful hands she fashioned into a
girdle. Turning to Angel, Ishtar wound the stars around her.
Never had Angel felt so complete nor so content as she did in
such lovely company.

The ball spun again and from it flew a white dove which
landed on the outstretched palm of Venus. She walked
forward and offered the bird to Angel who took it on her
finger. She spoke one word to it as she stroked its milky white
head. Over and over she spoke the word, the word that
encapsulated love in just two syllables. Aidan. She lifted her
hand to the sky and the dove flew away.

The women watched the sphere as colours and images
flashed across its surface. Forests, mountains, deserts,
meadows and plains were a backdrop to every living creature
that roamed the earth and Rhiannon stepped forward and
plucked a lynx from its tree top resting place. She brought her
before Angel and the lynx lay down. She observed the women
with her luminescent reflective eyes and when Angel looked
at her, she saw mirrored back, her own perceptions and
understanding. She knew from then on, to trust her female
intuition. The lynx stood before Angel, shut it’s eyes and
bowed before vanishing.

As the sphere spun again, fields of glowing corn, wheat
and barley showed on the surface and the lilting tunes of a
flute began to play. As the music grew, accompanied by drum
and violin, the women began to walk around the circle while
Freya could wait no longer and took Angel’s hands and they
danced. Angel’s feet reflected the notes her ears heard and she
began to feel with her whole being. Her body swayed and
skipped as all the women joined in, a joyous dance borne
from the music. There were no thoughts of why or how but a
communal joining within the beauty of the tune. As the music
faded away, the flute the last to leave, the women, bright eyed
and breathless, took their places.

As Cerridwen approached the spinning ball it became her
cauldron and from it rose the number seven. She went to
Angel, took her hand and Angel understood. She saw the
Seven of Wands, appreciating the struggle of one against six
but saw too the dominance and the forth coming victory of
the one. She saw the Seven of Swords and understood the
Occult Intelligence, the hidden force behind the action, the
unqualified force without will. As she saw the seven chalices
of the Seven of Cups, she wondered at the power of creativity
within the Sephirah Netzach but also understood that with so
much energy and so many possibilities it was difficult to
know which choices are real and which are illusory. She saw
the Seven of Pentacles and the potential of a fruitful harvest
and understood the need for action to bring in the abundant
crop before it spoiled. As these thoughts entered and worked
in her mind, Angel lifted her hands, as did the others and a
waterfall of love and beauty washed over them as the sky
filled with pure white light.

Back in the basement, Angel thanked and bid farewell to
her guests as her mind pondered the force and beauty of
Netzach and the form and logic of Hod.

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Why I write magical realism – a personal story Part 1

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Magic has been part of my life for as long as I can remember. From the lonely child who talked to the moon with Rosie rabbit, to the teen who married too soon, who begged the goddess of the moon every night to stop the violence, conversing with the moon has always brought me comfort.

DSC00477As I grew older, I began to read and with Rae Beth’s book Hedge Witch’s Way, began to discover my life path. In my own space, I drew strength from the elements, renewed my connection with the moon and made life choices upon the guidance I was given.

My first novel, never published, described the life of an English teacher, traditional at work but able to lose herself in the words she loved and become part of the stories herself. This was the magic I wanted to share, how ‘real’ life can embrace and benefit from magic. At this time books about vampires, shape shifters and schools for wizards sold in their millions but my writing was different and didn’t fit neatly into the fantasy genre.

A few lean writing years followed where I penned short stories, reaching out into different genres, trying to find my niche until the loan of a book and an inspirational path working journey changed my life.

The life of a hedge witch , like an author, can be a solitary one and though I shared extracts of my novel at writing group, I felt alone in my love of this ‘real magic’ genre….until I read The Sea Priestess and Moon Magic by Dion Fortune. These books were ‘magical realism’. They ignited my passion for my magic, supporting me in my study of the Qabalah and my desire to write about real magic. Written at the beginning of the 20th Century, Dion Fortune’s settings feel quaint, almost naive and yet the magical scenes and the subsequent discussions about them feel powerful and apt for modern life.

I’ll save the detail of my path working for another post but the connections I made and the confidence they inspired, remain with me today. Though I had not Dion Fortune’s background, knowledge or depth of understanding, I had my own magic and from this platform, I wrote Destiny of Angels.

The book begins at a school reunion where Angel Parsons bumps into her good friend from school, Jenny Parkes, as well as those who blighted her school days. Gone is the geeky, odd, easily tormented school girl and in her place, Angel the entrepreneur, successful business woman and high priestess takes centre stage. With her ‘family’, misfits in society who she met, helped and befriended, she works with Lilith on the astral plane to offer the perpetrators of her childhood misery the opportunity to choose redemption, finally closing that unhappy chapter of her life.

I’ll be honest with you, Destiny of Angels is not the best book ever written but the intent is there. The message that there is more to life than on this physical plane on which we dwell and that we can access levels of understanding if we give ourselves the space and time to do so, rings throughout the book.

If you are interested in real people and real magic, I would love to hear from you.

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