An interesting *spell* cast by a true Star Whizzyrd in the *Monotnussverse*. See how a cheap scrying glass can take you to the far reaches of the heavens: Backyard Paparazzi to the Stars

Explosive Sand:

Well over one hundred miles long,
And you can see at least five without too much trouble,
All this sand along the water's dividing line,
It was hot,
Blue,
Goldfire Sun,
Flaming across the waves,
Cold,
Crisp and rolling,
Waves about two to three footers,
White caps peeking up now and then,
But the Sun started falling,
All the blue above and below the horizon line,
Faded down to inky black and merged,
Just boat lights in the distance,
An endless line of green before white trolling slow,
The big dipper appeared,
At about eleven forty o'clock and eighty degrees azimuth,
Yeah, and eighty degrees Fahrenheit too,
The moon shot up at nine by seventy,
Ducking in and out of heavy isolated cumulus darknesses,
The last gold rays of sunfire fading fast into pink,
And the sand lit up,
Bangs and howls and screamers and sizzlers and popcorn poppers,
Red white blue green gold orange firefall,
They were shooting right into the pan on the dipper,
As far as eye could see,
Over the city lights on both ends of Sand World's curves,
The Lake Michigan shoreline was a multi-hued strobe light,
The gulls were off in hiding,
And all you could hear was boom bam sizzle pop ohh ahh,
For nearly three hours the firefall dance said one message loud and clear,
"Happy birthday, home."

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 07/06/2003

Author's Comments:
Fourth of July night, Indiana Dunes.

The Sixth Canticle:

Long hours in betwixt braziers and glowing skulls,
The stars lie in their appointed hour,
As a comet falls furious into the ocean,
The Moon gives sight to the racing wave,
In the tower of open night sky,
The Canticler drones in *mejik* rhythm,
And the Jewels of the Firestar light in brilliant purple and green,
Twin beacons of power at precise points of the Runegard,
The circle of silver characters which surround the star,
The Pentagram of Unicorn hair and Dragon blood,
And the purple-green braid of light races around the circle,
Black flames leaping from the pentagram,
The gateway opens into a distant sky,
And a howling wind screams into the void,
The Canticler sounds the Six Bells of Devonbane,
And the blood-red light erupts from the tower,
Leaping straight into the sky six Light Dragons,
Creatures of *mejikal* energy,
Awaiting the sight of the Canticler's wish upon their minds,
For they are bound him as Earthe to Sun in the Heavens,
Six points of the Canticler's soul given form in the night,
Eating the energies of starlight and Earthefire,
The Kingdom will soon be riven of the Usurper's minions,
And the Darklords scream as their crystals shatter,
And fire pierces their skulls like lightning from Heaven,
Two only, left standing to face the Canticler,
They are unholy Demons cloaked in robes as black as their hearts,
And yet he shows no fear,
For the Sixth Canticle he has bespoken,
And upon the dawn the Seventh shall fall from his quill.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 06/28/2003

Author's Comments:
What the mind sees, the page brings crystal clear.

Firefly & Sulfur Mejik:

Lights that sparkle in the night,
Time is slow and easy,
Cottonwood seed drifts across skies,
Barbecue flames and sizzles,
Sunglow falls to stars rising,
Fire flies dance and that's when they start,
Big boomers across the water,
All the lights are out tonight,
And the country's not alone,
We're all celebrating our Independence,
'Cause when the sun comes up we'll still be dreamin',
No alarm, no hurry, no coffee clutch,
We've got sunshine, gliding birds and water,
Calling all our names,
Shuuuush, shuuuush, shuuuush,
Dance the dance of sand and blue.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 06/28/2003

Author's Comments:
Vacation over the 4th RULES!

Happy Birthday To The Wordsmith

Life is a page,
Yet to be written,
It's all in what you see,
Claim the letters of happiness,
For your own on this,
Your shining day,
And fill all your future pages,
With the divine light and right,
Of a life well-lived.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 06/26/2003

Author's Comments:
Written as a birthday wish for our friend,
The Enchantress Roberta - who loves to *journal*.
We gave her a new *spell book* to do her *journalling*
in, and a birthday scroll with this spell in it.

* A note for any Whizzyrds from the Grand Control of the Blogverse Council *:
I used a *CHANGE TEMPLATE*spell to correct the *Scramblization* curse affecting my corner of the *Blogverse* since I sent you the scroll begging for your whizzyrdly assistance. Please dis-regard the scroll, I managed to fend off the *Eevil Grimlins* on my own. Thank you for following through...

A place out there in the eythre I need to *Spelleport* to: Kessler's Whizzyrd Spell Recording House For the retention of *greenspells* produced through new *mejik* works. I have a few good ideas about how to craft some new *mejikal* devices and spell components...

Becoming Druid:

You walk under the stars and changing skies,
The scent of the Mother slowly invades your heart,
Reaching in with tears and whispers and dreams,
Aspirations for cleaner lives flash burn in the heat of intuition,
And in that moment of inner light you feel her cry,
Saviors operating in bits and pieces,
Like ants we are many dispersed,
Like leaves we feel the wind and sun and they are good,
Working always to bury the detritus that beetles dig up,
This amazing awe in each place untouched,
Poetry is life and life has verses of it's own,
Hearing the whispers in a rainbow will tell you,
But when your un-trained inevitable vision quest comes on you,
There are no other choices because it's your nature,
Our nature but only so many achieve it,
Once the light shines down on you,
Learning to live it in some form of harmony,
Only on that path will the spells and whispers and words,
Add to the bones being shaken,
Bring the wave to crescendo and harmonic force,
Plant a bare foot upon the Earth and you are caressed,
Child and clan open your ears,
The green and the blue and the sky are in your eyes,
Crisp and clean is the common goal,
And the Mother is giving warning the undermind slowly hears,
The trees of her lungs are huffing loud,
Heat on the nape of every neck,
And the few first to notice are a named clan,
The Mother is calling them back home,
Under the stars the children with ancient souls,
Fast are becoming Druid,
And the stars in their eyes best we pray,
May save us all.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 06/19/2003

Author's Comments:
More and more I find that I want to learn how I can help
heal the Earth - and every day that I read about others
who sense the same urgent beat of time I do,
I realize that this is what my idea of Druid is. Were we
called to these births in this time by God? I hope the sum
adds up in time.

*POOF*
Good to be back here in my mejikal little corner of the *Blogverse*. I've been working hard at becoming a Drued. A Healer of the Eyrthe. I'm learning much about *Windspells* still, and also much of the underlying Blech Mejik that is causing the Eyrthe to slowly catch fire. It has a lot to do with Evile Mejishuns and Politico Eevil Bollweevils that are casting all sorts of eevil blech mejik that seems *pretty* and fun to monotnussians all over the Eyrthe. I must apologise for not spending a lot of time here in the keep. My Drued Duties keep me quite busy in other regions of the *Blogverse* and poring over Envirotomes in the vast mejikal library of the *Spellweb*. My assigned region appears to be the Great Lakes area of the *Monotnussverse*. Somehow the Fayte Spirits seem to have woven me into it's local *spellweb* and so you have it.

I'll be very busy in the *Monotnuss* moon of Augustus as well. I have two Spell Readings scheduled on the ninth and twenty third days of Augustus.

At any rate, I'm just dropping off a few drams of treasure for Admantium, the Silver Dragon. He may wake up one of these days and need a bit of gold and such to chew on. Meanwhile, my *Spell Book* has been missing my quill as I study the ways the *Multiverse* needs me to do Drueding. On that note, dear readers, I shall *Spelleport* back to the *Monotnussverse* and carry on and such. Faretheewell!.

Through The Door:

I walked through the door,
There were cotton candy clouds,
Lost in a blast furnace orange sky,
Stick figure birds glided over,
Ice slush waves I couldn't walk on,
The salt water sea monster awaited with whirlpools,
At the slightest toe touch I'd be drawn to the bottom,
All I could do was stare into the sunset,
No words could be cried loud enough,
Someone already spoke the magic,
Some sixties song in between purple hazes,
About Plasticene Porters and Marmelade skies,
Me, I was stuck in the boat on the river,
Man, it was a hell of a ride.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 06/05/2003

Author's Comments:
I painted a sunrise at the beach mural on our upstairs wall.
It's still a work in progress, but fun nonetheless. Our bedroom
door is in the mural, literally. It's quite surreal when the door is
closed.

For now, please use the LEFT archive link...thank you.

Interesting mess I seem to have going on in the past scroll library...the *Archive* spell has gotten a bit twisted out of alignment.

I just crafted a new spell for a friend of mine, the Green Witch...not only was it her *Nativity Day* very recently, she also sent me a special set of spells for my own *Nativity Day* just recently, and though belated, we all know such spells arrive in our *IMAGINATUS* collections at the time that the *Multiverse* ~*Ruling Soul Force*~ is ready to allow it in the Master Plan. Without any further *Adiue*....

The Green Witch:

The Earthe turns to butter at her hands,
Fingers flying,
Spells in delicate collision,
Anything imagination can find,
She conjures easily to combine sights before your eyes,
Famous names and fantastic places,
Mejik hours in a glass tower,
Components in every closet waiting,
The perfect arcayne hour always found,
One never knowes with whom they'll speak,
When the Green Witch lights the brazier,
And burns certified Midnight Oils,
Voices, voices, letters and all that,
The Green Witch eye-twinkles with a kind clear laugh,
"Who could be prepared?"

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 06/02/2003

Author's Comments:
A very big THANK YOU to my friend Mary,
Otherwise known as The Green Witch.
And a belated but much-deserved Happy Birthday, Mary!!!

I've been busy over in the *Monotnussverse* again casting local *WIND* spells upon the electronic breeze. So far the effects are small, but growing, as various Monotnussians begin locating my scrollpad there and dropping by. That's the thing about *Visual* spells, they require a special class of Whizzyrds or similar creatures in any *VERSE* called *READERS* in order to gain energy and power. That takes time as they drift in off the *Spell Web*.

Psychodelica Ballisticus:

Burn the golden motes of dreams under my eyelids,
Washed in pressure lights from the flaming dark void,
Clocks scour my peacefulness with tickbombs,
I just ignore the screaming ritual at the late altar,
The priest of prompt runs screaming at my approach,
Forlorn that I have beach eyes and surf vision,
Under the swaying palms of my whiskey breath,
Cigar smoke paints art deco illusions on an old hotel,
Sea side birds are geniuses in astrophysical freedom,
Camp fire fuel by starlit sand is a benediction from nature,
Left the stomach acid in a bell jar on my vacant desk,
Turned up the sunshine to an artistic roar,
And left burning rubber in the freedom,
Of an empty downtown parking stall,
Road-rocket to requirement-razing relief,
Trapped in the sanctified mysteries of vacation magic,
My spells will paint sunset at the beach on the walls of life,
And a burnt orange balloon is my cloud demon turned angel,
In the glorious prayers of timeless life I'm touching tonight.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 05/24/2003

Author's Comments:
Freedom rings!

I just spent a few minutes communing with my ancestors, at least the recent ones. It's hard to talk to ghosts, sometimes if they're your ghosts, it can cause *mist* spells in the eye region. I guess that is because we all have *Heart Magic* that get's touched very strongly by their presence. Shhhh...don't let the dragon know. Admantium would tease me no end.

The wind spells are rweally going well, early on in the crafting, but already some slight vibrations in the *Eythre* at the veil between the *BLogverse* and the *Monotnussverse*. I can already start to hear the slight *Whup, whup, whup* of turning blades in the recesses of my *underconscious* as I review the spell energy. Too bad I don't have a huge hoard of *greenspells* to throw at the problem, but what I do have will have to work on more subtle and long course levels of the *mejik* web.

*POOF*

Ahhh...made it back. The castle is just a bit dusty, but Admantium is sleeping soundly. Good dragon habit, that.

I've been convening with the wind spirits, and they've blown me over with new spells. We have a new scroll going in the *Monotnussverse* called The Great Lakes Zephyr - Wind Energy & Hydrogen Journal. In it we will be dealing with instances of Monotnussites attempts to create lightning from the power of the wind spirits, and possibly use it to break water apart into itty bitty bits too small to see, but that burn like a *Firespell* on Dragon steroids.

I've been casting so many *ecology* spells and *wind* spells I haven't had much time to update the scroll. someday I'll have to invent a *FREE TIME* spell to get some leisure minutes out of jail to hang around with a whirlin' dervish whizzyrd.

Spray:

On your back floating,
Up and down and down and up,
Mist on your eyes-closed face,
Even if you open them all the world is tones of blue,
Where the water carries you is a simple guess,
Lose the clock and close the eyes just free,
In the quiet you hear with ears submerged,
Splashes tickling your face are the only lightning,
Have care this cradle could rock you endless.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 05/18/2003

Breezin'

Standing on the razor's edge between sand and surf,
The sun shines down and slows me,
Sea gull glides and flares at my feet,
Hoping I'm carrying but I'm not,
I pick up stone after stone flat and skimming,
Froth on one foot fire on the other,
Five seconds from a cool splash and body surfing Michigan,
A parasol flutters and my hair flies back,
I close my eyes and hear life sigh,
Just breezin'.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 05/18/2003