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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.