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from d., 10.03.09

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This is the bookshelf that contains the books with the magic spells.

Just through the doorway is the white-and-silvery magician’s room, with its equipment for making things very clean, very hot and very cold.

The resident magician uses the spells written in the books to make soothing elixirs from pungent growing things, each one prepared in its own season.

We all help with the harvest.  The Earth itself allows us to take some of its musty-smelling treasures, as long as we are gentle. The birds allow us to share some of their own food from high in the tall forest, if we are polite to them as we reach up to gather the precious items from the air.  The dense jungle with its spreading vines, guarded by creeping creatures, is more challenging.  We have perfected delicate negotiation techniques to persuade the hidden objects to show themselves.  

The many-coloured fruits of our harvest are as small as your thumb-nail or as large as your head.  They are smooth, shiny, rough, prickly, soft or feathery.  

When each item has been scrubbed, peeled, or chopped, the magician peruses the bookshelf.  Only she knows which spell is appropriate for each growing thing; whether to consult the books with the shiny pages or those with faded newsprint, or the extra-special tomes with stained handwritten papers.  

She expertly interprets the secret codes such as the ancient ‘oz’ and ‘lb’, the informal ‘tabs’, ‘teasp’ and ‘cps’, and the modern but less alluring  ‘g g g g’. Accurately translating the coded numbers is a necessary for the success of the spell, so, to help her concentrate, the magician sings to herself or listens to disembodied voices.  

During the first extraction of the essences, the aromas emanating from the bubbling cauldrons create a rich, dream-like atmosphere. It is a hallucinatory haze that prevents us knowing the secret spell-casting phase.  Only when the air clears do we see the final products - a neat row of variously coloured and textured potions in their sparkling, diamond-like hot containers or their white, frosty cold containers.
 
To preserve the magic spells, we must not sample any of these until the growing season has finished.  At that time, they will taste pleasantly sweet, savoury, spicy, sour or salty.  

We can hardly wait! 

There are those who say these books speak of alchemy, and others who insist they only convey boring chemistry – but we who taste these potent elixirs truly believe that they help conjure magic!

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    25.04.09 — plastorgas

    Wow is this poem your

    Wow is this poem your creation??

    Not only it's wonderful, it's like very professional!!

    Congratulations!!

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    shows magia

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    25.04.09 — d.

    Hello magic person, you

    Hello magic person, you don't put much about yourself so I'm trying hard to imagine who you are. I saw your site, but I'm not clever enough to understand that language (unfortunately).

    Glad you liked my/our pieces. The prose piece about the alchemist is all mine - is that what you are referring to? If so, I'm chuffed you thought it was like a poem.

    But the poem below is written about me by Robby J - check her stuff out, she writes milliions of songs and they are all wonderful. She hasn't met me, but she wrote about me and it made me glow warm all over. I have never had such a nice present from someone I had only just met, and that meeting so ephemeral.

    I'm not sure who is being a Muse to whom - on this Pool site we all seem to be Muses to each other!

    d.

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    16.04.09 — d.

    Robby J, thank you-thank

    Robby J, thank you-thank you-thank you. You made me cry with your poem. This is one of the best presents I have ever received, and the sweeter for being so unexpected.

    How did you know I have two special ruby pieces to wear, both given to me by my beloved on two extra-special occasions? And he is the one who has taught me about the magic of plants.

    Today, my plants were whispering words to me as I collected the last few strawberries and the first persimmons - you will see what comes of that in a day or so. Keep looking at the comments section on your own 'magic garden' piece for a return present.

    I am also going to make a comment on your 'love for Freda' piece about children - keep an eye on that, too - nothing there yet.

    d.

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    18.04.09 — Robby J

    *Do the Best U can Everyday

    *Do the Best U can Everyday with Everything In Everyway -Surely this counts for something*

    Dear sis .... I am finding in life that the more we stay open and honest to ourselves about who we r and so so .. our dreams become closer to our realities and things run in sync in so many ways ... like there is the invisible world of Positive energy that draws us all to where we r at in life .. thus Rubies .. and how u have a special spot for them .. sho9ws me I am becoming more of wot I am supposed to be in life .. I look forward to becoing of service to the planet in some way and being right in m y elk of wot I am to be sharing . HUgzzzzzzz to u and ur loved ones .. Robby

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    16.04.09 — Robby J

    *Do the Best U can Everyday

    *Do the Best U can Everyday with Everything In Everyway -Surely this counts for something*

    I love this is ... I see u and I see beauty ........

    RUBY PETALS

    Ruby Petals surrounding my body
    The brush of VELVET against my body
    Against my skin

    Ruby Petals
    Drawing upon the Ruby with-IN

    Ruby Petals
    Drawing out the inside Glow
    Shadows move to let the FLOW begin

    Ruby Petals
    Drawing on invited Charm'
    Proceeding hums that trigger LIGHT to glisten through

    Ruby Petals
    Bringing out ...
    The RUBY

    So I can see
    The RUBY in you ... <3 Robby

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