What is it with mortals and their rules?
So the band and I are in this place called Boulder for our KGNU show. Requiem is leading the caravan to the local Denny's for food (or milkshakes, in my case) and I'm driving along. I turn right... Nessa is following me....
And then there's a car! It's covered in glittery lights! ...and it's following me....
So, being the good Pooka that I am, I pull into the Denny's parking lot. Turn off the car and wait. A very handsome mortal man came to my window. I assume he was the local con-stab-ulatory, I handed him all of the proper cards and things that tell them that I'm allowed to drive on this side of the veil.... I really am allowed to drive on mortal roads...
He went away for a time and came back, asking for my phone number. And THEN he asks if I go to school there? I was flattered at the comment of how young I look... but still.
I don't understand how he was the local police. He didn't have a sword. Don't all police have swords? They do in Faerie...
Anyway. He told me I turned wrong. I blame it on Requiem, because I was merely following the Knight Captain, isn't he supposed to know all the rules? There are so may rules in the Mortal realm, I just don't understand how you all manage....
So! Any hints, tips or tricks to help a poor Pooka be less lost?
With love and glitter,
These are my thoughts for Beltane. As one of the fae, I suppose it comes as no surprise that I find Change difficult. After all, we come from a land where time moves slowly, and hundreds of years pass in the blink of an eye, before you even have time to finish your tea. But I find big changes to be especially taxing, and lately Change has been a major force in my life, trying to grind me down. Moving away from my hometown, the prospect of trying temp work instead of steady call center work, even the ballooning success of the band - it's an adventure to be sure, but I feel like my fae nature would like me to take a hundred-year-long nap to catch up.
My father is a wild old Celtic god from the green slopes and rocky shores of Ireland. My mother is an Indian goddess of a sacred flowing spring, enamoured and ensnared by the British Imperials who came to civilize her. I was born in faerie, at the hot springs near Satyr, and I spent countless decades gazing at the mortal world through still
pools. I watched the plow take form and Edison harness light, and the steam-powered airships of other realities born into the imaginations of story-tellers and artists. The first few decades - centuries? - ofmy life passed away without me noticing, so easy to do in Faerie. And then I was called forth by Titania.
You will go to the mortal realms, she told me. A delegation has been formed, an embassy comprised of a member of each court, Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter. You will go together into the mortal realms, seek out our fae-blooded bretheren, and bring them this message of living magic, art, and love. So many of the fae have forgotten what
they are . . . they conform with the mortals, the power of their spirits dragged down beneath the mundane toil. The March of Days wears on their bodies, just as the influences of mortal money, responsability, loss, and heartache picks at their souls like crows. You must find them, and bring them back to the ways of magic. Remind them that we exist. Remind them that THEY exist.
So for now, instead of getting into all the ways I am pummelled by the fast-paced changes of the mortal world, I will say instead this: The mortal realm is fascinating and beautiful, but it can also be hard. Remember that you are more than Mundane. You have a spark in you that cannot be quenched, not by a million hours taking calls or sitting in traffic or carrying heavy loads or being taunted by cruel peers. Your fae blood will show through, in your continued creativity, your unceasing plots to take over the world, and the joy you feel at being in the presence of natural and man-made wonders. And occasionally in an allergic reaction to cold iron, or perhaps that's just me . . .
You are beautiful. You are creative. You are fae.
And you can do this.
They told me that we need a blog. "They" being my bandmates and the fae over on the other side of the veil. We decided on a name, oddly enough it was the name that the Sidhe Knight suggested. The Knight that doesn't usually like glitter....
And here we are!!!!
Here you will find musings of the Fae of Pandora Celtica. You will also find shout outs, and links to things that we think are swanky. You will find photos, video, and maybe even a song download or two. You never know!!!
So, welcome to our world. Our tiny little piece of the internet and feel free to brew a cup of tea and pull up a chair.
Rubiee Tallyn Hayes
Mistress of the Keys, Keeper of Pandora's Box and Glitter Bomber Extraordinaire.