Welcome to my page, Darlings!!!... I'm writer and cosplayer Antoinette Beard. For many years I played Maleficent. HAAAAAAAAAA!!!... I could say that she is my alter ego!!!... DO enjoy every aspect of this blog, as I have in creating it!!!... And, I wish for you all, TO LIVE THE MAGIC!!!... (DO scroll all the way down to the end of this page, so you don't miss ANYTHING!!!)
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This is my raven Diaval, in his humanish form. Hot, isn't he???... Scroll down this page to read my history and to find out more about the Unseellie Court, of which there are myriads of denizens. (I think you'll find it fascinating!!!)
Thursday, July 28, 2016
Tuesday, July 26, 2016
Friday, July 22, 2016
Wednesday, July 20, 2016
Types Of People Faeries REALLY Hate, & The Miser And The Spriggans...
Hmmm... Yes, we hate nosey people, those who love to spy on anyone, but especially us [!], and we hate misers [The fey have no conception of frugality!], and sluggards or lazy people, and messy people.
There is a story about a miser who had heard of the fabulous treasures of the fey, of the gold and jewels that were scattered everywhere in an elegant and sumptuous faerie hall that used to appear on a lonely hill.
One night, the miser sneaked up to the faerie hall. He looked in the windows. He even managed to pry open a door. He approached a huge pile of diamonds, sapphires, emeralds, pearls, opals and rubies, thinking that he could scoop some of them up and get away fast! But, unknown to the miser, a bunch of spriggans were watching him.
The miser made his move, grabbing the jewels. Instantly, the spriggans leaped on him. They retrieved the jewels, tied the miser down with many thin, yet tough ropes and pinched and poked him until he was sore and bruised all over. Then, he let him go, but chased him, yipping, yelping and howling, all the way back to his home.
There is a story about a miser who had heard of the fabulous treasures of the fey, of the gold and jewels that were scattered everywhere in an elegant and sumptuous faerie hall that used to appear on a lonely hill.
One night, the miser sneaked up to the faerie hall. He looked in the windows. He even managed to pry open a door. He approached a huge pile of diamonds, sapphires, emeralds, pearls, opals and rubies, thinking that he could scoop some of them up and get away fast! But, unknown to the miser, a bunch of spriggans were watching him.
The miser made his move, grabbing the jewels. Instantly, the spriggans leaped on him. They retrieved the jewels, tied the miser down with many thin, yet tough ropes and pinched and poked him until he was sore and bruised all over. Then, he let him go, but chased him, yipping, yelping and howling, all the way back to his home.
Monday, July 18, 2016
The Faerie Mushroom Circle...
Some of them are hundreds of years old and hundreds of feet in diameter. They are found in the woods or meadows. Many of them are in the Celtic lands, especially in Ireland. One huge one is in France.
It is said that if a mortal steps inside a faerie circle he/she may be forced to dance with the fey as they leap and cavort wildly around in the circle, until the person drops down from exhaustion, - usually dead. A person can be saved by a friend, if the friend stands outside the circle, extending a hand to the human dancer and pulling him/her safely out of the circle.
In her book, "Legends, Charms & Superstitions Of Ireland", Lady Wilde notes that a beautiful girl named Kathleen danced with the Tuatha De Dannan King of the West, the King Of Knockma, Fin Bheara. Kathleen danced all night, flowers in her hair. In the morning she was found dead on top of a faerie mound, but some said that she was taken to Faerie Land where she lives still...
It is said that if a mortal steps inside a faerie circle he/she may be forced to dance with the fey as they leap and cavort wildly around in the circle, until the person drops down from exhaustion, - usually dead. A person can be saved by a friend, if the friend stands outside the circle, extending a hand to the human dancer and pulling him/her safely out of the circle.
In her book, "Legends, Charms & Superstitions Of Ireland", Lady Wilde notes that a beautiful girl named Kathleen danced with the Tuatha De Dannan King of the West, the King Of Knockma, Fin Bheara. Kathleen danced all night, flowers in her hair. In the morning she was found dead on top of a faerie mound, but some said that she was taken to Faerie Land where she lives still...
Sunday, July 17, 2016
The Banshee,- Or Bean Sidhe, And The Bean Nighe...
The banshee, or as it is less spelled, but pronounced the same, - bean sidhe, meaning"faerie woman", is no one you would ever want to meet! She is sometimes a withered old hag, sometimes a beautiful young woman with silvery hair dressed in flowing white, gossamer robes.
The ancient Irish keening at a funeral is based on her horrid, ear-piercing wail, a wail that could never come from an earthy creature; it is said to be able to shatter glass. The bean sidhe is said to come at the deaths of members of the five great families of Ireland: the O' Longs, the O' Briens, the O' Gradys, the O' Neills and the Kavanaughs.
The bean nighe is similar to the bean sidhe. She is a skeletal and weeping woman seen at a stream, or a ford; she bends over the water, washing the bloody garments of those who are about to die.
The ancient Irish keening at a funeral is based on her horrid, ear-piercing wail, a wail that could never come from an earthy creature; it is said to be able to shatter glass. The bean sidhe is said to come at the deaths of members of the five great families of Ireland: the O' Longs, the O' Briens, the O' Gradys, the O' Neills and the Kavanaughs.
The bean nighe is similar to the bean sidhe. She is a skeletal and weeping woman seen at a stream, or a ford; she bends over the water, washing the bloody garments of those who are about to die.
Friday, July 15, 2016
Thursday, July 14, 2016
The Great Irish Phouka...
Quite a few places in Ireland are named for pookas: a falls on the Liffy River near Ballymore Eustace, named Pool-a-Phooka [the Phooka's Hole] - in County Cork, the ruins of a castle named Carrig-a-phooka [the Phooka's Rock]. Then, there's Puckstown, Puck's Fair, Pooka's Ford, Puck's Castle...
The Phouka likes to hang out near bogs and swamps. Whoever is foolish enough to jump on the back of the Phouka when he is a horse is in for a very wild ride! Many of the older Irish think that feeling the presence of the Phouka is a bad omen.
Pookas, the small ones, used to be numerous. It is said that a person should not pick berries after Michaelmas, [September 29th] because then the pookas piss on them and the essence of the berries is ruined... Ha-ha-HA!!!
Wednesday, July 13, 2016
What Is The Wild Hunt???...
The Wild Hunt has been known for centuries in Europe, especially in the Celtic Lands.
In England it is supposedly led by the Devil, or Old Nick, Beelzebub, Satin, The Arch Deceiver, --- and all his many names... The Devil brings his hounds on the Hunt, of course, his red eared, red eyed hell hounds, and they have many names too: the Devil's Dandy Dogs, the Gabriel Rachets, the Yeth-hounds or Yell-hounds, the Whistlers, the Dartmoor Pack, the Whisht Hounds... They were also called the Lyme Hunt...
The "Anglo Saxon Chronicle" of 1127 says that after February of that year people saw a group of charging dark riders on dark horses traveling at an enormous speed behind fierce black hounds with staring eyes and panting green tongues. Around Halloween in the 1940s, around Trauton, England, the same type of thing was sighted.
In Dartmoor and Cornwall, the spectral hounds are said to be under the control of huge headless riders. The Christian church of the time warned people to change their bad ways or the Devil and his slavering, fire breathing horses and yelping, baying dandy dogs, one stormy night, would hunt them down and drag them, screaming and kicking out wildly, to Hell.
Lewis Spence, in his book, "British Fairy Origins", wrote that the hounds of the Wild Hunt were sometimes called Sky-yelpers and that they were headless and raced high in the air. [Now, - they yelped without heads and mouths???... Hmmm...] If the pack went back and forth over a house a death was sure to occur.
For humans, worst thing about seeing the spectral Wild Hunt was the fear that they would be caught up in it, either to become one of the hunters or to be the prey. The spell of the Wild Hunt would not be broken until the first rays of dawn were seen. A few remnants of legends tell of people fighting off the Wild Hunt, but, then, the Hunt returned the next night, and the next, and the next, to overcome them and eventually bear them away.
Tuesday, July 12, 2016
Monday, July 11, 2016
***Did You Meet Me There???...
At the 2016 Great Lakes Medieval Faire???... What a time we had, that 1st weekend, me and my darling and faithful bat, Elfera. Only she accompanied me for my brilliant crow, Diaval, spoiled and naughty boy, stayed home in his tower room because he had a bit of catarrah, a return of his dry and raspy cough, which he sometimes gets from cawing too loud and long, complaining when he doesn't get enough of his favorite cheddar cheese crackers, garnished with juicy tomatoes and slices of black olives. [Elfera is much easier to please in her choice of treats; she just eats bugs, relishing mosquitoes.]
I also was able to meet, for their 1st time, many sweet and adorable human children at the Great Lakes Medieval Faire. They recognized me instantly by my marvelous black horned headdress, of course, and my beautiful midnight black feather wings. I gave the children spider rings and reminded them that, although I have practiced negative magicks for countless, - positively COUNTLESS time periods, I am a subtle being, not all BAD, for it was my kiss of true love, a mother's precious love, that awakened Aurora, the Sleeping Beauty!...
Yes, - I AM MALEFICENT, - BOTH HEROINE & VILLAIN!!!... Approach me with caution, but know, also, that my heart is very tender and my mercies, if activated by the genuine honesty and courage of the supplicant, are great...
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