Berig     Created on Tuesday, 29 August 2006 03:39  
  Emrys Family  
  I desired to learn more about the family I had never known and so I made ready for a quest to find the visions of my past. I went into the Valley and there I stayed for any moons. With my medicine bag, I took the tools and made a fire and as the flames roared I threw in some jasmine to calm my mind. Grasping my fans and having drawn the ancient runes upon my skin with crimson ink, I performed the sacred ritual to release my spirit and as my hands danced in front of me, my soul was drawn from my body and floated on the winds to the other-world. There I sought the past and this is what I came to know.... I saw a land much different than that of Buya with its open pastures and thriving city. The Land of Mists as I call it, was full of dense forests, deep lakes, and enormous mountains. The people who inhabited this land, my people, were of a different race, a different time all together. "Tall and many favored, they are a handsome race. Fair to look upon, graceful, straight-limbed, firm of flesh and an elder race greatly to be admired". My family, the Emryssienn were of royal dissent and my parents were known as great healers. My father's name was spoken throughout the land, The Emrys he was called. Our line was skilled in the arts of healing, and herbal lore but we were also regarded as fierce warriors. It was widely known that my parents had a bond with the ancient spirits and often called to them for guidance. We were also known to share a few bardic talents. My mother's voice, as well as her beauty, was said to be able to enchant the creatures of the forest as well as the inhabitants of the Land of Mists and she was also seen as one of the greatest warrior queens of my people. Our people were divine people, in touch with the elements, we were able to induce rains and our crops flourished. My parents had great skills in summoning spirits from the other-world to aid others, they even called for totem spirits to protect some and were loved and revered throughout the land. When I arrived in Buya, my Dohsa said I was shaman for the skills I possessed could only be given by the spirits, I was favored among them as my ancient line had been before me. After learning this and studying the shamanic ways, I came to understand that my entire family line would be considered shaman and because I was born with my gifts into this family, I was considered a hereditary shaman, Tangol Mudang. Many of the folk of my lost land possessed the attributes that I find in myself, fair skin, a piercing gaze, a knowing heart,an love of the hunt and an extended lifetime. When I spoke with my father in the other-world for that brief time, he knew I was in a confusing state... "Where have my people gone father, why have I not found them?" "Dear One, you are the last...the Island of Mists is all but forgotten and in the land you now live...it never existed. You alone hold our memories and as my heir, you inherit the blood of our family to pass on to the future. In you alone the Emrys live on." "But father I know nothing...I do not even know you..how can I know the Emrys, how can I live up to my name and in doing so pass it on to live forever?" "Mebh, my child..the fair folk do not die, our memories are forever and they rest in your mind regardless of the fact that our land is beneath the waves. You hold the Emrys in your blood, I am in your blood and if you live that is enough.......You cannot forsake the family unless you give up. Just by living and going on, you will show the world who the Emrys are for you already show what we stood for, I see it in you." " Father, this land knows nothing of our ways...I have learned much of their culture...what if I forget ours? What if I live so long in the present that everything of the past is lost?
"My little fire princess, my heart...my hope... you cannot be lost, you will never lose your way and you will never die. This is the gift of the Emrys.....we are forever, our truth if everlasting, our virtues ring throughout the lands we inhabit. No matter the names you assume, the titles, the roles. You are "shaman" in your land now but in the lost land and forever in time, you are Emryssienn. Use your gifts, tell your tales, learn and grow, express what is in your heart and let others see the past through you. If the world knows you, our memories are known also, through you we will live."


"I understand father........I have been given these gifts for a reason. As a shamaness I know that you are ever near me in the other-world. As an Emrys I know that you will forever be inside me, your blood runs through my veins and my family will be known..this I swear to you."

**I utter the words of my family**

"You are the breath in my lungs, the clear light in my eyes, the strength in my words, the conviction in my actions, the song upon my lips, and the flames within my soul. The knowledge of my people are the memories I hold and my family will prosper once again."
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Ode to the Isle of Mists

The smoky breath of Poseidon,
Billowing over wintered wings.
Gracefully touched by ice maidens,
Silent thoughts magically sing.

The mother's crystalline wine,
Flows over verdant isles.
Glimmering like an ancient shrine,
A mirror expanding endless miles.

A melody floats upon the tides,
Lingering within cool sprays.
Upon creamy foam the tune rides,
And silver notes gently raise.

Sweetened with an aqua hue,
The mermaid song plays on.
Secrets of the depths are viewed,
Unlocked by the coming dawn.

A symphony soars within the light,
Sea nymph voices floating high.
Within the sound I hear her might,
Echoing where ocean meets sky.

The crystal opera begins to fade,
Becoming now a hymn of the sea.
Memories fall in a final cascade,
Reminding that the song shall always be.