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Sabrina

Soon it will be the birthday celebration of my beloved friend, Great Grandfather Cedar. I have been his guardian Dryad since he sprouted up out of the soil a Thousand Years ago. Can you believe it? I have to pinch myself to believe that this is true. Great Grandfather Cedar is one of the oldest living trees on this Earth.

One of the qualities that we Dryads have, is a mixed bag of magical, eclectic abilities. And, because I am the Queen of Dryads on this planet, I have the ability to put a protective energy field around my Cedar tree and, indeed, the entire forest. Very few people have wandered into our magical forest; however those few that have, leave the forest, with no memory of its whereabouts. This is one of the reasons that Great Grandfather Cedar has lived so long. Another reason he has lived so long is that he made an oath to the Council of Elder Dryads when he was a young cedar. His promise was to live a long time in order to help the planet by providing more oxygen and a huge list of other things that trees do to help this planet just by being a tree. The Elders then decided to appoint me as his Dryad for his long life as well as other Dryads, if needed.

So that you now have glimpsed a little bit of our history, let me tell you of the fun festivities and preparation for Great Grandfather Cedar's birthday party. The dress that I am wearing was made from silkworms and woven by Fairies and Elementals into silk yarn and thus, creating my amazing dress. They incorporated gorgeous, fall colors in honor of Great Grandfather's birthday on October 7th.

One of our esteemed guests, Storyteller Raven, who is a relatively young, feathered friend of Great Grandfather's will be attending the party. He's been coming to visit us once a year telling us news of the world for the last 50 years or so. Storyteller has told me that as a surprise for Great Grandfather, he has gathered his most melodious buddies together to practice a special song singing bird calls that are quite unusual. I am sure that Great Grandfather will deeply love their music and I know I will too!

Elves have been gathering flowers for days now to decorate Great Grandfather's branches as well as the ground around the base of his enormous trunk. The squirrels in our forest have gathered an abundance of nuts and tree cones for those who wish to feast on nature's bounty. Of course, we all need a little sweetness in our lives. So, the bees have been making honey for all of us as well.

Although, they are such shy creatures, our local Hobbits will be joining in the festivities in a very grand, explosive way. They will be providing, safe fireworks and of course, lots of good food. As we all know, the Hobbits love to eat.

Our celebrations will be going on for seven days and seven nights. Don't be surprised if you witness shooting stars, comets or the Northern Lights. The cosmos has been invited to Great Grandfather Cedar's Thousandth Birthday Party too.

Sabrina

Tierra

Persephone

Dear Reader, first of all, you should know who I am and then I’ll tell you one of the stories from my life.

I am a tree guardian spirit who makes sure that all the trees in my domain are safe from harm – mainly ensuring that humans don’t cut down any of my trees. I’ve been watching over these trees for hundreds of years. My trees are Maple, Cedar and Oak. And, they are my ancient friends.

One day an owl flew on to my shoulder and started talking to me. The owl called himself Mercury. Well, Mercury had a lot to say and told me that I was ready to be his student.

Our first lesson began when Mercury told me that he heard word that a couple of humans were planning on cutting down some of my beautiful Redwood cedars. He then proceeded to teach me how to create a force field of energy around the trees so that no one could get through.

Well one day when two men approached our sacred grove I observed that when they tried to get through the force field it was like walking into an invisible electric fence. They actually got shocked at the periphery of the energy field. I stifled a giggle as I watched. It was rather comical how they contorted their bodies and let out shocked screams as they ran back to wherever they came from as fast as their little legs could take them.

Now the next day was a different scenario. This time they were very determined to get through the invisible fence. Two of the men were shocked as they had been the day before. However, on this day they brought another man and he was able to get through the fence. As I continued to watch in amazement the third man wandered amongst the trees with a very conniving and determined look in his eyes. This really disturbed me. It was time to consult with Mercury and learn some more tactics to guard and protect my friends the trees. That night, as my owl teacher perched on my shoulder at our appointed time for this crucial lesson; he showed me how to create a hypnotizing fog around any perpetrator. This excited me as I knew it would work its magic on all three of these humans.

When the three men appeared on the third day, they were armed with all their tools and axes to get down to business and start cutting down the trees. I heard from Mercury that they were only doing this for profit. This caused me a lot of grief because I knew that one day humankind would drastically need the oxygen that my friends the trees exude. Amazingly all three men were able to get through the invisible fence. As they started walking through the forest I was able with Mercury’s aid to create fog all around them. It was so thick that they couldn’t even see anything but fog above, below and to each side. Yup, they were surrounded by wondrous fog. Now, this wasn’t just any old fog. It was the fog of forgetfulness. It had our humans wandering around as if they were drunk, but it did get them back home. And when they arrived home and were asked by their friends and family how the tree cutting went, well…they didn’t have a clue as to what everyone was asking them about. They just shook their heads as they replied in unison, “What trees?”

I am still learning many lessons from Mercury as he continues to teach and help me become a better guardian for my trees, which really don’t belong to me, but to Mother Earth.

So that is the end of my tale, Dear Reader. I sincerely hope you enjoyed it and perhaps, gleaned some wisdom as well.

Persephone

Miranda

Once upon a time I was a Mermaid. It all seems like it was another lifetime ago when my sister, Scarlett, you may have read her story, introduced me to Mac, the Scarlet Macaw. We became good friends, though we weren't as close as he was with Scarlett. No matter. Mac would fly me to many exotic locales, where I too glimpsed the world below us from the safety of a kelp basket that mac would clutch in his claws.

One day on a journey through the British Isles, I begged him to just drop me off for the day at a dazzling, emerald green lake that I had spotted from my aerial perch. There were plenty of boulders in and around the water to make this spot ideal to swim in and be protected from any human encounter. Mac was a bit reluctant to leave me for an entire day. Sometimes he was a bit too fatherly; however, I convinced him that I couldn't get into any trouble since I was so small (you may recall that Scarlett took magic mushrooms to make her very tiny, well, so did I) and the lake seemed very remote. As I swam around the lake thinking I was totally alone, I spotted a lone human along the shoreline. He looked very masculine in spite of his long beautiful golden hair and long robe. This man was so interesting that I decided to swim as close as I could to the shore to get a closer look.

He seemed to be deep in thought as he sat beneath an incredible, ancient oak tree. I have to admit that he was so fascinating to observe that I spent the entire day watching him as he meditated underneath that beautiful oak tree. Fortunately, he left before Mac appeared to swoop me back up into the air and back towards Isla de Isabella.

After that magical day, Mac took me to that Emerald Lake often where I watched that same man who always sat under the oak tree. I couldn't help myself - it was Love at first sight. Thus, I needed the Macaw's advice and help. How could I ever be romantically involved with a human? Although Mac was very wise, he is just a bird, so he decided to ask for the advice of his wise shaman, Kali. Kali used many rare herbs, flowers and mushrooms in her shamanic work. Consequently, she gave Mac a very powerful magic potion to give to me though it came with a strong caution. This potion was so rare and truly amazing because whoever drank it would undergo a metamorphosis that would last their entire lifetime. When Mac found me on the beach he asked me if I was totally sure about taking Kali’s potion because once I had drank of the potion I could never turn back into a mermaid. Never! I realized that in my heart this was my most cherished wish - to become a human and to be the mate of the man under the oak tree by Emerald Lake.

To make a long story short, I made it back to my chosen man in the British Isles.

He turned out to be a Druid priest, who was called Alderan. It was also love at first sight for him when he first encountered me by Emerald Lake. Alderan and and I led a very mystical life communing with nature and following Ley lines. These Ley lines led us to natural stone circles where we, and our fellow druids, communed with beings from other galaxies and dimensions.

In my wildest dreams, I never would have imagined that a little Mermaid from South America could transform into a human and find the man she loved. To this day, I wear one of Mac's red feathers in my hair as a reminder that Fairy Tales do Come True.

Miranda

Aiko

When I found out that Cho-Cho-San had committed suicide, I vowed that I would avenge her death.

You probably already know the story behind the famous opera, Madame Butterfly by Puccini. It is actually a true account of the life of my best friend, Cho-Cho-San (Butterfly). Unfortunately, she fell in love with an American naval officer who married her and left her with child. Her husband then departed to America. When he did return to Japan, he showed up with his American bride. This is so tragic, so sad that my best friend should die under such circumstances.

It has been five years since Butterfly's death. I am happy to report that I found a way to immortalize Cho-Cho-San in a way that helps women, especially my Geisha world. You re going to find this hard to believe, but I owe my success to a butterfly. This particular butterfly was a magnificent creature. One evening she landed on my shoulder. Her wings illuminated the night with every color of the rainbow. Of course, I call this butterfly Cho-Cho-San. Perhaps, she is my best friend reincarnated. Who knows. This is going to sound crazy; however, I swear to you, it is true. Cho-Cho has whispered ideas for plays to me as I sat at dusk each evening in my garden these past years.

I have written at least a dozen plays over the past five years and I've become quite the celebrity in our fringe society of Geishas and Artists. The plays that I have written are mainly comedies and a few dramas. They portray women as heroines of their life stories never victims. In fact, I have even re- written Madame Butterfly to portray Cho-Cho-San marrying another man after her naval officer left her. My friend married a Japanese man who adored her and of course they lived happily ever after.

My plays may not have changed our male dominated society, but I know they have inspired women to choose men who reciprocate their love.

I will end my story with this note: Many fans of my plays attend them wearing a kimono with a butterfly somewhere in the design.

Ah, such divine justice. Isn't that so, Cho-Cho-San!

Aiko

Zandra

Once upon a time, long ago and far away, Zandra was a Minotaur dancer. I should know because I was the Minotaur whose back she rode on and performed her acrobatic feats.

Greek myths portrayed me as half-man and half-beast. Theseus chose to enter the labyrinth and slay me so that there be no more sacrificial deaths.

I'm going to tell you my version of the story. What really happened. Forget about Theseus. I have banished him into the mists of time.

I was just an ordinary bull who was raised for the soul purpose of providing entertainment for royalty and the masses. I won't bore you with the details of my abusive masters, but I will divulge that their cruelty caused me to hate all humans. After many years of charging after gladiators in an arena filled with spectators, it was decided by my masters to create a new form of entertainment. They chose Zandra, the most famous acrobatic performer of our time to ride on my back and perform her feats.

Our first encounter was in a field where they amazingly let me graze by myself. She danced around me as I did my usual charging and stomping routine. I knew better than to hurt her, though I wanted to. Before I knew what was happening, Zandra began whistling a tune that relaxed every muscle in my huge body. I decided to move closer to Zandra to hear this tune better. She then began petting my forehead and scratching behind my ears as she continued whistling the same tune. Somehow this tune conveyed to me that she wouldn't hurt me and that we would become performers together and work as a team. She continued to tell me that I was to act ferocious ("You are good at doing that," she joked) and buck while she was dancing on my back so that the audience and my masters would be entertained and scared at the same time.

Of course, over time, we became dear friends. I owe her so much for saving my life. Zandra and I became so much in demand that we toured the major Grecian Isles often. What an act we were as we managed to fool everyone! We were known as Beauty and the Beast. I am retired now and live in a grassy pasture on a remote Grecian Isle. Zandra comes to see me once in awhile and we then reminisce and laugh about our many adventures together.

Zandra

Sierra

Generations of my family have lived in this South American Rain Forest. We are so blessed that it supplies us with food and all the necessary healing plants we need for our dispensary to help those who are ill and diseased.

One day as I was gathering herbs in our forest, I heard the distress call of a peacock. I followed his sounds and finally found him. The poor bird's claw was stuck in a man-made trap. With a lot of effort, I managed to free the peacock's claw. Before he could even think, I swooped him up in my arms and carried him home. After several weeks of healing and mending, Rafael, the peacock (this seemed like his name) literally, just walked out of our ranch house. I was really going to miss this bird. He exuded such a feeling of peace and gentleness. As Rafael walked away, he shed a trail of the most beautiful feathers that I had ever seen. Their iridescence sparkled with hues of blue and green. I watched Rafael walk away into the forest until he was just a little dot in the distance.

One day after gathering Rafael's feathers, I placed them on my night table. That evening I had an extraordinary dream. I recalled wearing a cloak made of peacock feathers as I danced on the parched earth and then it began to rain. When I awoke I had no idea what my dream meant. I told myself it was merely a dream.

When I shared this dream with my family they urged me to consult the Shamaness, Kali Rose for an interpretation. Now, Kali Rose was not an easy Shamaness to find. She was nomadic and would often set up her dwelling wherever she landed. It was usually so well camouflaged that it was practically invisible.

After wandering all day into the forest, I came upon a cave. Lo and behold, there was Kali Rose bent over a cast iron pot and stirring ingredients, filling the air with the sweetest fragrance of Rose and Jasmine flowers. Kali Rose was petite with long, shiny black hair that went down to her waist. She looked like she could have been 25 years old or 55 - she seemed ageless.

Kali Rose welcomed me into the cave where I found a bamboo stool to sit on.

"Tell me your dream, my child," she urged.

When I ended my dream recollection, the Shamaness sat in silence for a few moments with her eyes closed.

At last she spoke almost as if she was in a trance, "Sierra, your peacock friend, Rafael has blessed you with a gift that you are going to share with so many people and living things. First of all, you are going to go home and create a cape made from his feathers. Then you are going to practice reciting this chant as you dance wearing your magical, feathered cape. So listen and watch closely, my child. And don't be surprised if you make it rain somewhere," Kali added with a smile.

Kali Rose then began to dance to the rhythm of her chant. After about an hour she stopped and looked at me.

"Did you get all of all that?" she asked.

"Fortunately, I have an incredible memory. I rarely forget anything," I replied.

"Then you are ready to dance and chant for those places that need rain for their crops and for life. You may see these places in your dreams or people will come to you requesting rain for their crops. You don't physically have to be at these places to make rain. Rafael's feathers have given you the gift to bring rain to those places, which need it the most. What a blessing of life you have been given to share. So go now, Sierra and make rain."

As I journeyed home, I had a lot to contemplate, but it felt Right as Rain!

Sierra

Mira

Dear Reader, I hope that you enjoy reading about my spiritual life which began many years ago in a faraway land.

I began my spiritual studies as a youth in my teen years. When my parents died, various nunneries in the Caucasus mountains took me in and cared for me. The group of women with whom I resonated the most called themselves followers of the Divine Feminine. The Blessed Mother Mary, Mary Magdalene, Artemis, Sophia and Kwan Yin were sacred deities to aspire to in this particular Sisterhood. Here I was taught the most unorthodox spiritual studies. They taught me how to be at one with the Divine Source through breathing exercise and various physical poses. We prayed and meditated each evening and chanted the Om chant. One of the sisters taught me about the medicinal uses of herbs and flowers and where to harvest them and most importantly how to apply them to those who were ill in mind, body and spirit. Another sister trained me in trance work techniques for relaxation and accessing Past Lives and Future Lives. I had a great passion for journeying into other worlds with the trance work and seeing images of myself in another life. My studies with these women were so diverse. I learned so much from them. But most of all, I felt loved by all the women in this sisterhood – all thirty-three of them, but, yet as I grew into womanhood, there came upon me a great restlessness.

“Sister Angelica, I feel so restless,” I lamented to my Mother Superior. “Do I need to leave this sacred place? I have so many questions and feelings of uncertainty.”

“Dear Mira, it is indeed time for you to leave us. Your soul is yearning to go the next level of your education on this Earth. Go, my daughter. A guide will take you out of the mountains and into the big city of St. Petersburg. It is time for you to live in the world and share your wisdom with many more people.”

The next day at sunrise, my guide was waiting for me outside the nunnery with our horses. All the sisters put the palms of their hands together as they said Namaste to me. Since Angelica felt more like a birth mother to me, we said our goodbyes with a hug as she whispered a sacred mantra to help me be safe and find my way.

After many adventures, I did make it safely to St Petersburg. In fact, to my great delight I became popular amongst the aristocracy and nobility. My gift of helping others with trance work by regressing them into seeing their former lives and progressing them into future lives became more evolved. Eventually, when regressing or progressing a client, all I had to do was tap their forehead and they would start seeing a former or future life. Thus, helping them with their problems in this life- mainly to be a better person. My mission was to help these souls evolve into better people at a faster rate. Although, your average aristocrat was not the most advanced of souls they needed the most help since they held power with their wealth over the Have-Nots. From the depth of my being, this was my life’s calling.

I am now advanced in years, I have just celebrated my 100th year on this planet. People keep remarking about how youthful I look. I have to smile quite smugly about this remark. For on a deeper level, I know I owe this youthful look to the yoga practices, the herbs and flowers I take daily, my meditation, my inner journeying and my connection with the Divine Feminine. I send gratitude to my sisters in the Caucasus or wherever they are, every single day as I look forward to my next 100 years… Namaste!

Mira

Madrona

I am Madrona, a creature from another planet, who came to Earth aeons ago.

As a creature of the sea, Earthlings call us Mermaids. I feel in love with the Madrona tree, which thrives near the sea, particularly on the west coast of North America. I became the Madrones' Guardian and healer quite by accident. One day as I was swimming near the shore, I heard a moaning sound coming from a nearby Madrona tree. Because my tribe of mermaids come from the planet, Sapphira, we have the ability to understand and communicate with all beings. I translated the tree's moans as a plea for help because it had a disease that could be fatal.

Fortunately for the Madrona tree, the tattoos covering my face emit light, which when activated by touch, direct healing energy to any disease or imbalance that a mermaid may be experiencing. I wasn't aware at that time that I could also heal Madrona trees. Well, as soon as I directed healing energy to this poor tree, the moans stopped completely. Then, a very warm, fragrant breeze caressed me. How sweet! This was the tree's way of thanking me. I decided then and there that I would become the guardian and healer to all Madrona trees that needed my help. Sincere gratitude gets rewarded where I come from.

The Madrona tree reminds me of my species who mainly dwell on the planet of Sapphira. The bark of the Madrona is so rich in color as it turns from green to orange and the berries are such a beautiful shade of red… all colors from my homeland. The Native Americans consider this a sacred tree and do not burn the wood to make fires. Oh, and the flowers have such a divine fragrance. What is there not to love about this tree.

Madrona

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Maya

My mother, Estrella and I made it safely from the Yucatan Peninsula.

You may have already read my mother's story about our decision to leave our Mayan people and if you haven't it's really an adventurous story. And I like adventure so I am biased.

Anyway, here we are in North America. Estrella's dreams have led us to a coastal village of Native Americans. They call themselves the Kingfisher clan. We look so different from them - our skin is very coppery and the markings on our faces are there for life. The Mayan artists that drew our face markings conveyed the story of the origins of our people who came from the stars.

The North American natives are such kind and gentle people. I must have a special gift for languages because I am learning their language so quickly, but I must admit, it's a little bit embarrassing to try out new words and then have people laugh at you. I think I understand their language better than I can speak it, but at least I can help interpret for my mother. She's rather hopeless at languages; however her healing work with dreams is now becoming highly sought after by many other surrounding tribes.

Guess what? I've made a new friend. His name is Shining Blue Jay on account of he's always collecting shiny things such as rocks and glass beads. I call him Blue for short. Blue is also around the same age as me - I'm twelve years old and he's thirteen. As luck would have it, he loves adventures as much as I do.

One day we decided to ride our ponies to the "haunted forest". This was a nearby forest that many of the tribe believed was haunted by an evil shaman who was dead and once lived in this very forest. So as we entered the forest, we both began to get scared. Blue Jay spoke aloud his fear, " Maya can you feel the dark magic too?"

"Oh yeah, Blue," I responded. I've got goose bumps to prove it."

"I do too - look at mine!"

As we rode further into the forest, our horses suddenly started whinnying and refused to go forward. As we looked around us all we could see was a gray-like fog and the sounds of a man chanting - it was actually the Death Chant. The Death Chant was only used by a shaman to cause someone to die. Well as you can imagine, we coaxed and pleaded and then commanded our horses to move and turn around and get the hell out of this haunted forest.

Blue and I rode our horses like the wind. And when we finally got home, we just looked at each other and started laughing hysterically. When we stopped laughing I asked Blue, "When do we go back?" Well, of course that tickled our funny bone again and we laughed until we cried.

Shining Blue Jay and I have had many more adventures since that Haunted Forest episode. So I will leave you now with this Native American prayer:

"I give thanks for unknown blessings already on their way."

Maya

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Astrid

This is the story of my experience with the Goddess Astrid; however before I start my tale, you should know that Astrid is the ancient Goddess and Guardian of Ley Lines, the Balancer of energies of the earth, Fertility and the Cycles of nature. She is known by some as Elen or Helene. Where I dwell near the Arctic Circle, we call her Astrid.

One day as I guided my small flock of sheep up the narrow track to a pasture they loved, I was feeling quite worried about the plight of my small village of mainly women. Many of our men had died in a recent battle and food was becoming quite scarce as winter was approaching. My family really couldn't afford to slaughter any sheep for meat because they were our main source for clothing. In retrospect I suppose if we had to sacrifice one for the other we would need food the most for survival.

As I gazed at the sheep grazing contently, I started to doze off and I don't know for sure if I was dreaming, but the most beautiful woman appeared to me. She was clothed in a gossamer, silver gown with the most wondrous antlers on her head. The antlers seemed alive with red berries and blue leaves growing out of them. This amazing woman then spoke to me with the most enchanting voice that tinkled like small bells, " Hello, Ingrid (somehow she knew my name) I am the Goddess Astrid. For the next seven days at dawn, I want you to meet me in this same place where I will teach you among other things, how to find food for your family and the village."

When I awoke Astrid faded away and I could hear the tinkle of little bells following her fading image. I decided to follow Astrid's commands and meet her at dawn. Thus, for the next seven days Astrid would appear to me as if I was in a dream. She taught me that there were powerful energies in the earth and I could follow these energies. She called them Ley lines. Ley lines would lead to me herds of reindeer to provide food for my people as well as magical springs that would provide healing water. Astrid also suggested that I begin to gather the reindeer antlers and wear them in a ceremony to give thanks for not only the meat the deer provided for me and my people, but also to call upon Astrid for guidance especially at Winter Solstice.

My seven days with Astrid went by so fast that I wondered if I would be able to remember everything she taught me. I do know beyond a shadow of doubt that it has become over the centuries, a sacred tradition among many women followers of Elen, Helene and Astrid to celebrate Winter Solstice. In this rite, women wear an antler headdress and dance and chant and give thanks for the abundance they have received from Earth's bounties.

I feel so blessed to have encountered the Goddess and to know that her spirit lives on in the hearts and minds of many women and men.

Astrid

Estrella

We were approaching the End Times that our seers had predicted over a century ago.

My people the Mayans were known as the "Time Keepers". Since we were descendants from Star People, we bring that knowledge to Earth to understand and predict cycles of mankind, the seasons, cataclysms, eclipses, famines, war and times of peace and plenty.

I have been a shaman in my remote village on the Yucatan Peninsula. I practice the medicine of healing people through dreams. I am very much in demand by the people who live in larger communities, thus I travel quite a lot. The high priest, Votan who resides in one of our pyramid temples has built a dream chamber for me to practice my dream medicine.

In the dream temple, I first administer an herbal elixir for the dreamer to drink. When they fall into a deep sleep, I enter a meditative state as I sit cross-legged

beside their bed. Since I have been practicing this way of healing for many moons now, it is usually quite easy for me to enter the dreamer's dream. They will usually see me as a guide in whatever form that makes them feel safe, for example I might appear as their mother or father or dear friend. Then the dreamer will also hear me say words that will help them. Because I am in a trance myself I usually don't know ahead of time what those words will be.
As soon as the dreamer awakens I touch them on their third eye and they then magically recall their healing dream and are at peace again with their world.

Votan, the High Priest has called upon me to visit him in his holy temple. As I entered his sacred, pyramid temple I could feel vibrations of fear and unrest.

As I sat in the inner sanctuary surrounded by ferns and mystical statues, I quieted my mind with a peace mantra. After a minute or eternity, I lost track of time, Votan spoke, " Dear Estrella your healing vibrations are bringing me such peace now." I looked into his eyes as he sat down on the mossy rock beside me.

"What is going on?" I asked.

"The time we have always dreaded and perhaps some of us have looked forward to is nearly upon us," Votan said softly.

"Do you mean the time travelers are soon going to be here to take us back to our origins?"

"Yes, Estrella that is correct," Votan answered and added, "however, there is still time for you to travel North and be safe. And of course ...to take your child, Maya with you."

"I will find the answer in my dream tonight, but what about you Votan, what will you do?"

"It is my destiny to go with the Star People. Very, very few of us Mayans know the exact date of our departure and of course there are very few of us that will be chosen to travel with the Star People."

As we said our goodbyes, Votan handed me a beautiful amulet made of a blue healing stone with silver feathers. He told me this gift magical and would keep my daughter and I safe on our journey North.

My dreams that night contained the very clear message to travel North and to go by water.

My young daughter of twelve years, Maya and I are now traveling North by boat and hopefully to a tribe of kind, accepting people. It is my good fortune that I know how to navigate by the stars - I was named aptly. My dreams are strong and Maya loves a good adventure. Strangely enough I am not sad. My dreams have told me that my Mayan people will disappear and that their disappearance will always remain a great mystery except to me.

Estrella

Heddy Hattrick

Time Traveler Detective & Counselor for Matters of the Heart

I suppose this business of Time Traveling all started with my Great Grandmother Lucretia. Who knows how she learned this fine art; however, my dear Auntie Cleo is an absolute wizard when it comes to time travel. She has taught me all I know and we have even gone together on forays into the future for lessons and tutorials. I choose to only go ten years into the future when I do my detective work. I'm a rather cautious time traveler. It sounds silly doesn't it... in my line of work, but I know myself fairly well and I'm not ready for the shock of how this world can change into one that I couldn't adjust to.

Now you are probably wondering what kind of work I actually do that involves Time Travel. Well, to begin with I live in Victorian times and since I am a romantic at heart, I love to help brides make the proper decision in choosing the mate of their soul. So, what I do is read about these high society brides to be (they're the only ones that can afford my services) in the newspapers and then drop in on the brides with my calling card, announcing myself as a Counselor in Matters of the Heart.

I don't mention the bit about me being a Time Traveler for fear they would take me off to the Loony Bin. And Loony Bin's in these times are utterly wretched places.

To give you an example of one of my cases, let me share with you the story of the Bride to Be, Miriam Lennox. Now, Miriam was the youngest daughter of a wealthy tea plantation owner who lived in London. She was engaged to Guy Hamilton an up and coming solicitor and son of a magistrate. When I arrived at her doorstep and gave her butler my calling card. He took my card with a blank look and returned saying his mistress didn't know me. I asked him if she would just give me a minute of her time it would be one of the best things she could ever do for herself. As I waited in the hallway, I began to wonder if I could even convince her of my valuable service.

Well in about 15 minutes - my watch keeps accurate time, here comes the bride, Miriam. "Do I know you Miss Hattrick?" she inquired of me in a friendly manner.

"No you don't, but I am in the business of foretelling futures for brides so that they can be assured of happiness in there marriage." After a few minutes of silence as Miriam spoke decidedly, "Come this way please." I soon found myself in huge library with an inviting warmth coming from the fireplace. As we sat in front of the fire I began, " What I do is look into my crystal ball in my own home to see if you are happy 10 years from now as the wife of Guy Hamilton." I do this when the moon is full since my clairvoyant abilities are heightened at this time. I then come back to you and report what I see using as many relevant details as I can."

"How do I know what you see will be accurate?" Miriam asked.

" Life has no guarantees; however I assure you that I come from a long

line of very psychic women. Have you heard of Cleo Hattrick?"

"Of Course, many of my women friends and family have seen her in the past. She's amazingly accurate."

"Well, she's my Aunt and I have inherited my gifts from her and she is my teacher as well."

"So, Miss Lennox, do you want to know if you'll be happy after 10 years

of marriage to Mr Hamilton?"

Oh, yes, please, I'm dying to find out. I don't know if I'm even in love with him since this is an arranged marriage and I don't even know him well."

"Great then,” I said with enthusiasm. "I'll see you in seven days."

I tried to leave with dignity since I just wanted to jump for joy and run home. My first time travel detective work. I couldn't wait to see Auntie Cleo.

When I arrived home at our country cottage in a little village on the outskirts of London. Auntie Cleo was waiting for me with the kettle just boiled and my favorite teacup and biscuits all laid out. She didn't have to be psychic to know that I had landed my first job.

"Heddy, my dear, you need to make sure you have your watch set for the

departure time and return time now," Aunt Cleo reminded me. She added, "Remember to also write down Miriam Lennox's family home address down as well as Guy Hamilton's family too."

"No worries Auntie. I won't forget.”

As we sipped our tea and I devoured my biscuits I knew I was in store for a great adventure. I was so excited and a bit scared to find out the actual truth for Miriam. And as most time travel adventures go you never know what to expect.

After making all my preparations and telling Auntie Cleo that I would be home for tea in three days time, I quickly went outside to our meadow and stood within our circle of standing stones saying an incantation of where I wanted to go as well as when I wanted to return. Before I knew it I heard a whooshing sound and felt a little dizzy as I landed standing on my own two feet in London at a train station. As I got my bearings, my watch said it was August 3rd, 1840 at 3 pm. It was definitely more crowded and as I looked around I found out that I was at just the right train platform to take me to Guy Hamilton's family home in Wimbledon, London.

Forty-five minutes later I found myself at Guy Hamilton's home. And as luck would have it there was a summer party going on outside on the lawn. Since I had a photo of Guy (of course I had to take into account that he was now 33 years old) and also a photo of Miriam realizing that she too was 10 years older. You are probably wondering how I was able to be at the party uninvited. I used one of my Auntie Cleo's disguising, magic tricks. All those who saw me, saw me as someone they knew but didn't know well and couldn't even remember my name. Thus I

was able to blend in - hahaha. What fun. So as I wandered around the party, I couldn't find Miriam anywhere. Hm...very interesting. Oh wait a minute. I think I just spotted Miriam. yes, that's her. Oh my goodness, she looks very unhappy. In fact she's sitting in the library reading a book - very alone to say the least. So then I meandered to a solitary place in the rose garden. And there was Guy with a very beautiful young woman. Oh my goodness, they were laughing and making goo-goo eyes at each other. And then they would look around to see if anyone was watching them. I was in a good hiding place in the bushes, so that was good. I spied on the couple for about 20 minutes or so to see if I was reading more into this scene then there was, but unfortunately for Miriam, the couple was now in a long embrace murmuring endearments to each other and whispering about when they could see each other again. “I've seen enough” I told myself with disgust! Poor Miriam. So then I decided to go find Miriam again. She was still in the library. Only this time she wasn't alone. Miriam was talking to one of her friends. They were talking in low tones and I couldn't detect all that they said; however I got the gist of it. Miriam was confiding that she'd had enough of Guy's affair with Letticia and she was going to go to France for awhile to stay with a dear friend.

My detective work was finished here. I believe I found enough evidence for Miriam to break off her engagement to Guy. Thank Goodness.

As luck would have it, I time traveled myself home just in time for tea with Auntie Cleo. We had an enjoyable time as I shared my time travel adventures with her. However, Auntie did warn me that when I shared my report with Miriam, she might be in denial and not believe me. I told her that I would be prepared for that. After all, it is her future life and things could change… but… I didn't believe that Guy would change.

After a nice rest and feeling fully recovered from time travel lag, I met with Miriam and gave her a full report of her future life with Guy. Interestingly enough she didn't seem that upset or surprised. “What are you going to do Miss Lennox?" I asked.

"I'm going break our engagement, of course,” Miriam replied emphatically.

"My Auntie Cleo told me to tell you that she thinks you should break off the engagement in three months time."

"Why should I wait so long?"

"Because you are going to meet your future husband through Guy. He's one

of his friends."

"Alright, I'll wait three months and no longer."

It just so happens that when looking through the newspapers exactly three months later, I spotted Miriam Lennox's engagement to her newly intended.

I love happy endings!

Heddy Hattrick

Tierra

I am the daughter of Corazon, our tribal chieftess. Our tribe of Indian women are descendants of the legendary, Grecian Amazons. We live near the Amazon River in South America. Ever since I was a child I was taught by my mother to hunt with a bow and arrow. Although, the women of our tribe are fierce warriors, I do not participate in battles. I am now in my 20th year living on Mother Earth.

My great adventure really started with Four Feathers.

One full moon night I awoke and spotted four feathers beside by bed. They looked like pheasant feathers with brown and red colors. What were they doing beside my bed and who placed them there? I pondered this for awhile and didn't receive any answers from Great Spirit. I then fell back into a deep sleep. When the new morning dawned, vivid images appeared to me of my dream. I saw a big canoe with billowing cloth around it. It seemed to ride the wind. An almost bald man (he seemed ageless) with a single, long, black pony tail, high cheek bones and yellowish skin steered the canoe with a big circular-like wooden object. He seemed to be headed for our shores. That was all I recalled. I felt a tingle of excitement run up my spine. I then looked around my dwelling and noticed the four feathers - they were still there. Since my day was fairly free of duties, I decided to make arrows out of my four new feathers. This must be a gift from Great Spirit. Time seemed to fly by and in no time I had made four beautiful feathers to add to my quiver. I slung them on my shoulder and headed for the forest. Since I was also a Trail blazer for my people I began clearing a new path to the River. As I was working, my shoulder which carried the quiver began to itch. It was as if the four new arrows were trying to tell me something. So I decided to just shoot the new arrows into the sky with my eyes closed and see where they landed. I couldn't find them. Consequently, I continued to clear the path to the River. When I finally got to the beach,there were the four arrows. Their tips were facing the great River. And when I looked out over the vast expanse of water, I spotted the big canoe from my dreams with the billowing cloth around it like a big, white bird. I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't still dreaming. As the canoe got closer to shore, I could see the almost bald man with the long black pony tail steering the big, circular object. Well, before I knew it, the strange man of my dreams was getting into a smaller canoe and paddling his way toward my shore. I don't think I was feeling any fear - mainly excitement like I have never felt before. When the strange man finally got out of his canoe and on to the beach, he bowed very low to me and pounded his chest, uttering what must be his name "Liu Ju". I mimicked him and introduced myself, "Tierra" After a series of sign language, drawing pictures in the sand, etc. I conveyed to Liu Ju that I was going to get my mother, Corazon to meet him.

Thank the Great Spirit, Corazon had the ability to speak and understand most dialects of our native tongue, but most importantly, she could read a person's thoughts and see pictures of the future. After my mother arrived to meet Liu Ju, we made a camp fire on the beach.

Liu Ju and mother didn't say much as we sat around the fire, but I could tell there was a lot that was silently spoken and understood between them. Liu Ju ended up staying with my tribe for nearly six moons. Eventually he and my mother actually began conversing in Chinese, his native tongue. He sewed some beautiful garments for me from silk that he had brought from his country. Liu Ju was truly a remarkable man. He introduced to us a way of putting porcupine quills into different part of our bodies to heal various sicknesses. We drank black tea from his land, which was quite out of this world in taste. I loved it and would drink tea with him after a long day of hunting or fishing. When it was time for Liu Ju to return to his country, Corazon and I stood on the shore watching his big canoe riding with the wind into the sunset. His spirit was big and beautiful and it soared like a bird.

As for Four Feathers, (that was the name I gave my magical arrows) they continued to lead me to what was needed for our tribe - food and water, but most of all new adventures. Plus, my dreams on full moon nights are all the more richer as my future becomes illuminated.

Magdalena

When the End of Days was approaching for the Mayans, I chose to stay on Earth and help the earthlings. My more advanced kin decided to travel with the People of the Stars when they landed in the Yucatan and return to the Pleiades.

As a Star Being, I can live as long as my magical amulet that I always wear around my neck, continues to balance my energies.

As a wanderer I have been to some very extraordinary places on this Earth. I am currently living in San Sebastian. The villagers here accept me as a Goddess and that is fine with me. They have built a magnificent, round dwelling for me out of wood and stone. Nearby is a lovely waterfall for me to bathe. Fruit trees surround me with the most wonderful, edible fruit and colorful flowers of every hue of the rainbow exuding the most heavenly scents. In other words, this place is a paradise.

The Master Woodcarver, Miguel has also built a raised platform out of wood for me to dance. Not only do I dance for the villagers on special occasions, bit I also dance as a way to connect with the Earth. The deer antlers I wear as a headdress ground me to the Earth. If I didn't wear my magical antlers, I would have probably ascended long ago to my home in the Pleiades. When I dance I feel the rhythm of the Earth and the planets revolving around the sun. The music people hear when I dance is the sound of bells that I wear around my feet.

Whenever I dance for people, I go into a trance. Sometimes, I jump off of the stage and dance right in front of an ailing person or animal as I wave a feather around their energy field, chanting the powerful Om chant. Afterwards they are healed from whatever ailment they had. As I dance, I channel the music of the universe and it is a powerful medicine even for me.

I have lived many, many Earth years now. I have stopped being a wanderer on Earth and continue to live in San Sebastian doing my Goddess Dance Healing. Strangely, enough I am not lonely for my Star Kin. I have many animals as companions. Since we are able to communicate telepathically, I receive an enormous amount of comfort from deer, dogs, cats (which include jaguars), etc. But most importantly of all, my Soul Mate, the Master Woodcarver, Miguel is in my life. We have taken the marriage vows and we love each other deeply. He knows I am from the Pleiades and he is quite telepathic in his own way. Our child, who is not born yet, will be a star child with incredible gifts to share. You could say he was star-seeded!

Michaela

I am an angel from the planet Venus. Aeons of years ago I was chosen by my hierarchy of angels to descend to Earth and live among humans helping them to love one another.

Although I am an angel this is no easy mission by any means.

My co-workers of light - other angels that were chosen to help humans, were all given physical objects that were imbued with magical properties to aid us in our difficult journey on Earth.

My magical object is a piece of wood that I carry with me wherever I go, unless I am riding it. I call this creature Unicorn, because If you look closely, you'll spy a horn- like protrusion coming out of his head.

Unicorn allows me to ride him as a vehicle of transportation. He takes me to plants that I need to eat for nourishment and special high-vibratory sources of water such as Lake Baikal and Crater Lake. Since we are multi-dimensional creatures, we can be anywhere in the blink of an eye.

Planet Earth has been such a wild, wonderful and chaotic experience. I do feel there is hope for humanity but in the thousands of years I've dwelt here, I do have to say that humans were much more evolved in the beginning of my visit. My job was easier when humans were so much more innocent and kind. Love is still the most important experience to give and receive on Earth as well Venus.

Unicorn and I are getting ready to leave Earth now and return home. I dearly miss Venus; however, I am so grateful for all the lessons I have learned here. I have grown so much more as a soul and so have all the humans I have worked with.

Love & Blessings,

Michaela

Azura

My mother, Luna is the Healer of our tribe of women. I am her apprentice and will become her healing partner when I am sixteen years of age, which will be at the next full moon.

Although Luna is my teacher of healing, it is my pet bird who really is my true partner and soul mate. He is a Blue McCaw parrot named Miguel and we are so in tune with each other. I just have to think of him and use vivid color imagery of how he looks and he comes flying to me from wherever he is - whether he is perched on the highest tree in our nearby jungle or visiting with another member of our tribe, he screeches my name and I can actually hear him and know that he is winging his way back to me.

I am currently learning how to make flower remedy essences to balance the yin and yang energies in our women. When women have balanced male and female energies they can be warriors or priestesses when needed. And this is important in our tribe. Since sometimes we have to protect ourselves from marauding tribes and other times we need to stay calm during times when our food supply is low and we are forced to search and explore unknown lands for sustenance.

The blue flower, Azul, that is adorning my headdress comes from a night blooming tree in our jungle. Luna receives guidance from the spirit of her late mother. Her mother speaks to her in her dreams and has told her where and when and how to make a remedy out of the blooms of this flower.

When we know that this flower is in full bloom, Miguel will roost on one of the branches of the Azul tree and then in the morning pick a few of the flowers and then fly them home to me. I then place them in a bowl of fresh spring water and place the bowl of flowers in the sun for several hours. Then we pour the water from the Azul flowers into a vessel that also contains extracted liquid from a special cactus that preserves the flower remedy. My faithful parrot then flies the flowers back to the Azul tree and then drops the blooms on the ground beneath it. Our way of giving thanks to the source of this amazing, balancing remedy.

We periodically have healing ceremonies where we swing a pendulum made from a special precious stone above the heads of each member of our tribe. If a woman needs our Azul flower essence, the pendulum will let us know.

It is night time now. A very sacred time for me and my mother. Our time to dream and communicate with our ancestral spirits and even astral travel throughout the stars.

Sweet Dreams!

Azura

Scheherazade

This is the story of how I escaped the King and lived to tell the tale.

I am sure that you have read or heard of me through the famous stories of “A Thousand and One nights”. In case you haven't, I am the Princess and the thousandth wife of the king who saved myself from being killed by him.

The King was in a fury because his former wife was unfaithful to him. I saved myself by telling the King a story each night for one thousand nights. However, when I had confessed to the King that I had ran out of stories to tell him he was furious and intended to kill me. Contrary to what is written the King did fall in love with me, but alas he still intended to kill me.

Because I come from a long line of nobility, we had all shared a magical genie by the name of Solomon who is able to grant us one wish when our life is in grave danger. Well, I believe my time had come to call upon Solomon.

Hidden within my robes was a small, clay vial. When I withdrew to my private chambers, I placed the vial on a table near my bed. As I opened the vial and called for Solomon, misty, vapors of purple smoke filled the room and before I knew it there was my genie, Solomon bowing before me and saying, "Princess Scheherazade, your wish is my command." I have to admit I was a bit stunned and tongue tied as I stared at a Genie who stood before me, all seven feet of him, with skin the color of obsidian and eyes as blue as the sea.

"Thank the gods you are here, Solomon," I managed to finally find my voice. " Here's the plan - you are going to paint an illustration of me as a mermaid and place this illustration in a book of mermaid tales. The page that has me painted on it will be by the King's bed when he awakens in the morning. I command you to make sure that he sees this illustration and that there is no doubt in his mind that I was just a mermaid story that someone had read to him."

I had barely finished talking...and whoosh...Solomon vanished in a purple, smokey mist.

When the eve of my execution drew nigh, the King's guards had tied my hands behind my back and taken me to the King's chambers. It was so odd, the King just looked at me like I was total stranger and asked the guards why they had brought this princess to him tied and bound. He ordered them to release me and just merely said to me, "My apologies, Princess Scheherazade. You may go now go back to your kingdom."

I returned home to my family and ever since I say a special prayer each night thanking my Genie Solomon for saving my life.

Scheherazade

Fiona

I am the Dryad Sabrina's sister. Whenever she needs a break - a little vacation from taking care of Great Grandfather Cedar, I am here to also be a protector and guardian of this magnificent tree. During her break, Sabrina often visits other trees in the world . Since this is an auspicious time for Great Grandfather, I'll let Sabrina tell the story of our grand celebration as well as a little history of Dryads.

So that you now have glimpsed a little bit of our history, let me tell you of the fun festivities and preparation for Great Grandfather Cedar's birthday party. The dress that I am wearing was made from silkworms and woven by Fairies and Elementals into silk yarn and thus creating my amazing dress. They incorporated gorgeous, fall colors in honor of Great Grandfather's birthday on October 7th.

Fiona

Rhiannon

I knew that I had to find my way to the Avebury Stone Circle as soon as possible. Not only was I hearing disturbing reports from traveling bards but my dreams were telling me that my Druid friends and family were in mortal danger. The Romans were planning to attack and kill a huge community of Druids in Britain because they feared their power and knew that they would never allow themselves to be under their command.

Thank the stars I was only a day's journey by horse to the Stone Circle. As the full moon drew nigh, I entered the Avebury circle and placed my forehead against the largest stone in the circle as I recited an ancient prayer to the Goddess of Light and Mercy. With my eyes closed, I called upon Ambrose out loud and circled the stone three times.

When I opened my eyes, the moon was shining her magical light on me, the stone and a figure in a hooded, blue robe. It was Ambrose in his ethereal body. We locked eyes and there was no need for words. He knew why I was contacting him. Surprisingly though, he knew I needed to hear some vital news.

"My daughter, our tribe is leaving at dawn for Avalon," Ambrose said quietly. He continued, "It is our last stronghold. No need for you to worry. You are always welcome to join us."

"No father, I replied and elaborated. "Although I believe in many of your philosophies and spirituality, I am no longer a Druid. I will continue to help and heal people sharing the druidic principals, but my path is a different one."

"I understand," said Ambrose sadly. He added, "Please keep in touch my daughter."

My father then disappeared and I touched my forehead to the Stone thanking her for being a loyal conduit of communication.

As I journeyed home to my small village, I realized that I would be moving very soon. The moon shone her light on my future destination far across the water amidst the standing circle stones of Kenmare.

Rhiannon

Chelsea

I am a mermaid whose sole mission is to rescue birds.

My first rescue was really amazing. There was a beautiful hummingbird named Ruby who had been en-route from the Pacific Northwest waters to the Baja coast. This small bird was dropping out of the sky and nearly taking a nose dive into the water. After watching her for awhile I realized that this poor, little bird was totally fatigued. So I swam to where she was about to fall into the water. Thank Poseidon, she landed on my crown .Whoops, I almost forgot to tell you that I am also a princess. Anyway, the hummingbird shook herself and chirped, " Thank you kind mermaid. You have saved me."

"Where would you like me to take you, little hummingbird?" I asked her.

"Oh, please call me Ruby."

"And what's your name?"

"It's Princess Chelsea."

"You are an angel, Princess Chelsea. If you could take me to Sierra de La Laguna on the east coast of Baja that would be great. it's only about 100 miles from where we are now.

"Well Ruby, you'll just have to guide me and we'll get there in between little rests on some big rocks between here and there. Because I get tired too."

And so began our adventure. I saw many of my whale and dolphin friends as we made our way to Sierra de La Laguna. Ruby turned out to be quite the chatterbox telling me about all her tribe of hummingbirds and beautiful flowers that they all loved.

When we finally reached our destination. The first thing we saw from the shore were acres of Manarda or bee balm. These flowers were the most incredible color of red. To make our arrival even more amazing, Ruby's relatives and friends were all humming away as hummingbirds tend to do and flying all around us showing off as they would turn iridescent red and green. They were so beautiful that I began to cry out of sheer joy.

Before Ruby buzzed away with his buddies and kin, he asked, "How can I ever repay you for saving my life, Princess Chelsea?"

"Ruby, just tell your bird family and birds of other tribes that I will always be available to help them. Strangely enough, this seems to be my calling."

"I'll be happy to spread the word," Ruby said as she merrily hummed her way back to her friends and the Manarda flowers.

That's how it all began. Many of my mermaid and ocean friends, which includes whales and dolphins also send me SOS messages when they hear of birds in trouble.

Every once in awhile, Ruby will buzz me at my favorite rock near Waldron Island. I have a good laugh and sometimes when I'm swimming Ruby will perch on my crown for a little rest and a chat and then she's off to Baja or Costa Rica.

Chelsea

The Spirit Dolls Who Have Gone Before