fannyfae: (correspondence)
2017-06-18 03:15 pm

After The Fall...

From events outlined in THIS POST

Journal Entry

How strange it is to be a Sovereign and yet be hidden from all sight - except to those who are closest to you. Sebastien now sleeps, or at least pretends to sleep nearby and I cannot. Tomorrow, my youngest daughter will be crowned as part of an act of our own design, and I am like a ghost between the walls and hidden passageways of the Palais. Read more... )
fannyfae: (cleopatra)
2015-12-29 06:31 pm
Entry tags:

Guilt By Association

The adage that we are known by the company we keep probably is very true within the Kemetic Community - perhaps even doubly so. It has become frustrating and disheartening to be judged by people whom you don’t know, who don’t know you, or your specific religious path - nor do they care really! For someone to offhandedly decide that you are not with the “in crowd” or that somehow, will pronounce that not to be of a certain religious affiliation, or sect will deem you unworthy to be given the time of day. Some of course, fear recruitment or being indoctrinated into some sort of cult based on internet rumours that they may or may not have heard.

I am Kemetic. I was trained and ordained as a Kemetic Orthodox Priestess of Sekhmet/HetHert in 1998.  )
fannyfae: (Default)
2015-07-18 02:26 pm

MORBID ARISTOCRACY: CAST OF CHARACTERS

This is for Fanny's application into the community, [community profile] morbidaristocracy. If anything is missing, I can certainly edit or add more.

1. A well-developed character biography Fanny's Character profile which is being updated.
http://fannyfae.dreamwidth.org/profile

2. ONE piece of your best writing (with the muse you are applying, if possible, unless the muse is new.) -
http://fannyfae.dreamwidth.org/197920.html

3. ONE of your favorite threads that your character participated in (that shows off one or more of the following: your ability to plot, write, work with others, twist plots, direct or react to action) - This thread is between Fanny and her husband. By way of a backstory, the post linked to at the top includes another of my muses, Caroline Rochefort, one of Fanny;s daughters and other muses involved in an awards ceremony that went horribly wrong.

http://fannyfae.livejournal.com/233606.html

4. A link to anything that we need to know about their fandom.

Fanny / Faelyn is an original character that I have played in a number of settings, timelines and eras. Most of what I have done has been in the 17th Century. This piee is an interaction between Herself and Cardinal Richelieu on a storyline that I was working with [personal profile] all_for_me some time ago.

http://fannyfae.dreamwidth.org/192678.html

5. Whether your character is coming into the community clean (no history/starting over) or is keeping previous history (something that needs to be discussed with any of the players that your muse might have history with...

My character does have a history with Amarante ([personal profile] sunandshadows) as her teacher and Fanny views Amarante as a member of the family. Of course, this is flexible. I have no expectations as to that relationship needing to continue. Fanny / Faelyn's husband, Sebastien is not in the group, but I am sure she will refer to him from time to time.

I am completely open to RPing with anyone. I am thrilled there are some other Witch / Magician / Dark Folk in the community and look forwrd to interacting with them and some old friends I see here in the community.

[personal profile] sekhmet_mrytamn

1. A well-developed character biography Sekhmet's biography can be found on her profile page: http://sekhmet-mrytamn.dreamwidth.org/profile.
2. ONE piece of your best writing: http://sekhmet-mrytamn.dreamwidth.org/463.html
3. ONE of your favorite threads The commentary between the Comte de Rochefort is really all that I have had with tihis muse on DW. She is still fairly new and untried in a RP setting, though I have been writing her for years on other sites.
4. A link to anything that we need to know about their fandom. Meryt was born in Ancient Egypt. Here are some terms that may be helpful. http://sekhmet-mrytamn.dreamwidth.org/3283.html
5. Whether your character is coming into the community clean (no history/starting over) or is keeping previous history (something that needs to be discussed with any of the players that your muse might have history with... Meryt is Immortal, similar to Highlander type Immortals but not quite the same. She's interacted with the Rocheforts and others in the very limited time that she has been around.
fannyfae: (doorway)
2015-01-22 10:31 pm

OOC: Coming Back at Last

I know that I have not been writing much here for far too long. Thanks to some gentle prodding by Wyatt over at Pan Historia and from the delightful scribe of my Muse's husband, [personal profile] all_for_me and [personal profile] sunandshadows, I am writing again.

It will be a little bit of slow going. I have not written fiction on Livejournal since the Kremlin took it over a few years ago, and I am still trying to learn my ways around the different writing prompt communities here. Here are a list of my muses as I think of them. We are open to RP and writing with just about anyone, but of course long term writing friendships are always going to take precedence. The muses are

[personal profile] fannyfae
[personal profile] faery_ring
[personal profile] faedefrance
[personal profile] nomanselizabth
[personal profile] sheldonsandscia
[personal profile] melek_taus
[personal profile] sheldonsandscia
[personal profile] rockin_rolla

If there is any I left out, I can and/or will add them. It just feels good to finally get back to writing again.
fannyfae: (chalice and fire)
2014-01-01 11:10 pm

Digging Out

Egyptian WorkersThese past few weeks have been rather insane for me. In the final bits of getting the house refinanced, had loggers come in and harvest the trees that we had arranged for early this past spring. I have cleaned like a fiend for the appraiser, had 2.5 times the amount of new client articles dumped on me than I had before, hours at the store, and done a great deal of moving things around for renovation. I still have not managed to get on the roof and clean the chimney, get firewood split and moved in, etc.

In spite of all the hard work, this is one of the things I treasure about living out here. It's a magical and safe space, just as the place that any person calls home should be. Every time that I venture into the city, I am anxious to leave it as soon as possible. I know how to shield myself from the bombardment of other people's behaviours and cluelessness about how to act in public. During the holiday season, it would seem that these sorts of bad behaviours escalate in ways that are the antithesis of what the holidays are supposed to be about. When I venture back toward home, as soon as the blacktop that is Iowa Street turns into the unpaved portion that becomes Buffalo Road, I breathe a sigh of relief. In that moment when my tires hit the gravel, when the Buffalo Creek becomes visible on the left, and the limestone cliffs and rolling forested land that belongs to the state rises up on the right, a feeling of security and safety comes over me.

The boundary is a clear one, both physically and in an unseen sense. The Spirits of the Land are tangible things. The last time I traveled that road, an enormous female bald eagle that was sitting on a tree that extends over Buffalo Creek looked at me squarely as if to ask, "Why did you even bother to leave? What is out there that you cannot get here?" Buffalo Creek

I confess, I had no good answer to give.

For 20 years I have lived here. For ten of those years, I called it by the name Iunen Sekhmet (Sekhmet's Sanctuary). It has been that for me, for my spouse and for my son and the animals that live with us. I hope to stay here another 20 years and more and to pass it to my son. He understands the legacy of what it is to be in a place that is alive with nature and with history, and how the modern world continues to encroach on it with every passing year. I wonder, as I look at the property of neighbors who pass to the Beautiful West and their heirs parcel up and sell of bits and pieces of the land that their parents lived and died for if they understand what it is?

A few of the people around me get it. They understand what stewardship is about. They go along the roads and pick up trash that is thrown from vehicles or stop would-be dumpers with ferocity. This is our land. We look after this small bit of primeval forest with the understanding that as it gives to us, we must give back to it. We are constantly digging our way out of the every day concerns in order to get back there.

It's safe space. It's what we call home.
fannyfae: (green cloak)
2013-11-26 08:38 pm

Defending Myself Against an Unseen Assailant

I am not one to engage in what I call, "mystic woo-woo" for its own sake. In spite of being someone who follows Kemetic religion, who is an Initiated Priestess of Sekhmet and someone who has been around occult circles in one form or another for over 30 years, I am also someone who is deeply interested in science. I am also devoted to the historical record and values putting out good, solid resource material. I am not prone to histrionics, and I really prefer to analyze a situation so that I can effectively decide what to do in it or about it. Sometimes practical things are called for, while at other times, other sorts of precautions and ritual actions that reverberate into the Realms of the Unseen are needed. This was one of those times where the latter was called for in addition to the former.

Let me start at the beginning...

Over the last few months, several in fact; I have been dealing with what appeared to be sleep apnea. I admit, I am a couple of pounds overweight, I am going into peri-menopause, and sometimes the body does weird and not-so-wonderful things as we grow older. Being a "Woman of a Certain Age" can, quite frankly, suck. The situation of really bad sleep was I thought related to work, school and other stresses. I had done my best to correct most of them, mostly through natural therapies such as herbs, seeing my Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM) practitioner, and begrudgingly, even my doctor - who is, in my view, merely a servant to conventional medicine. Thinking in traditional ways about health and well-being is not her strong suit, alas.

To answer the dietary questions: I only eat meat of any kind a few times a week. I cut out a great deal of dairy, swore off of absolutely anything that contained even a trace of either high fructose corn syrup or aspartame and hadn't drunk soda pop in at least three months. If it's processed, it's suspect and left out as much as possible.

Anyway...

The 'sleep apnea', was becoming more and more consistent and more pronounced as time went on. It began about four years ago at a Temple event in Joliet. It was also at first only happening at night, and it was not every night. At first there was not so much cause for concern. Then it was happening every single night, sometimes several times a night. At its peak, it started happening in broad daylight when I took a nap as well. It didn't matter if I slept on my back or on either side, or sitting in a chair, the problem was there and it was, to put it mildly, becoming rather frightening.

About a month and a half ago, I had the worst bout of this phenomena that I had ever experienced. It was as if my heart had not only stopped, but that 'I', my consciousness that was "me", was literally being ripped from my body. According to my spouse, I woke up screaming, kicking and fighting. For me, kicking and screaming in my sleep was definitely not normal. I woke up from that night's "sleep" absolutely shaken. Something had to be done; whether it was physical, or something unseen or a combination of the two was not certain. I just knew that things could not keep on going as they had been.

With great trepidation, I posed my question to an email list of folks that I am a part of. The moderator of the group, who is herself an accomplished author and teacher in her own right, did a reading for me. Actually, she did several. Without my needing to tell her a thing, she honed in on several issues that had been of concern. Her conclusions matched those of my TCM practitioner and my own gut instincts. She surmised that I was most definitely under an attack of some sort and that it centred around one thing in particular. She gave me several suggestions and advice, which I followed.

Even after doing a cleansing and sealing of the spaces of the home, the property and everything else that that needed to be sealed, I put up wards and guardians. With the liberal use of consecrated salt and natron and other protections, overnight the situation had noticeably improved. For the first five consecutive nights I did not have a single incident of "sleep apnea". On the seventh night there was one tiny hiccup and after that there was only one on All Hallows Eve. That was an indication as well. When the Veil is the thinnest - that was the most likely time that someone will try to launch something. It was just a small little blip.

Since taking precautions and continuing to keep with my changes in diet, activity and practice, there has been no "apnea", no screaming, no kicking or fighting anything off. There have been no panic attacks - no problems. L

All of this has given me the impetus to reaffirm in the ways that I had been doing before when I first came to Iunen Sekhmet: Working with land spirits that are a part of the Enchanted Forest that surrounds our home, and and continued, focused practice.

So why would I even mention this, or even publish it online? Certainly signalling whomever might be dong this and what I am doing to stop it could lead to my efforts being thwarted - especially when I am definitely not out of danger yet.

Ah....there is a method to my madness.

Even though I have not given specifics for the steps that I have taken, and have not outlined how I had at least momentarily gained the upper hand, I know that sometimes what seems a logical explanation to something isn't the real explanation. Besides, anyone reading this post would certainly conclude that they had stuck their hands in my own special brand of crazy. Who really believes in any of this stuff, right?

That's the problem with those of us who have an overly-logical mind. That is what happens when you flat-out dismiss what may very well be a knock on the noggin from the realms of the Unseen. Too many people cannot find a logical reason for something, and ascribing an incident to an unseen assailant or attack can seem really as if they have taken leave of their senses. Speaking only for myself, I have been in the business of being a Priestess and a practitioner of various forms of mysticism / Cunning Craft far too long. I have seen things that cannot be scientifically or logically explained. I fully admit there are just some brands of woo that I cannot even buy myself. For example, I have never met an extraterrestrial, I've never even seen one. I am not all too certain that I ever want to see one. if that were in the realm of possibility. I think that many within the the Love and Light Crowd, or the ones who spout off about conspiracy theories meant to keep humanity from their "birthright" as heirs to the ancient knowledge deserve to have a stack of decent books unceremoniously hurled at their thick skulls.

Few things are more maddening to me than someone who considers themselves quite an adept as an armchair magician or expert practitioner, but they have never actually performed any sort of solitary or group ritual. They do not, and by default, cannot understand the dynamics of what power or sekhem really is. They have no clear comprehension of how heka works, or even what Ma'at< is. For these folks, continually trying to rewrite the rules of the Realms of the Unseen and the subtle seems to be their hallmarks. Many of these folks don't even believe that psychic attacks are possible, let alone that it could possibly happen to them and so they are, in my opinion, far more vulnerable to them. If they do believe in them, sometimes they simply "send it back".

Wrong answer.

I am here to tell you that in some traditions, and especially in the Kemetic, that particular and popular ritual solution does not always work. In fact, sometimes it can make a situation much, much worse by acting very much like a Chinese finger trap or quicksand. If you engage it at all, or struggle with it in any way, then the action that is intended to thwart the attack, in turn becomes its own trap. Too many of the armchair magicians and even those who believe themselves to be hands-on adepts are not nearly experienced enough to know the difference. Others simply "don't believe " in any of this stuff. I will repeat what I am often heard saying in that, plants do not need to necessarily "believe in" photosynthesis either: They will still turn green.

Right now I intend to continue to follow my friend and fellow Priestess' advice as closely as I am able or comfortable in doing. She and I are in close contact often and we verify things with each other. In my experience, when you are dealing with a situation that makes you uneasy or you are unsure, you need to get another perspective other than your own. It is always good to find someone you can trust to help you discern what is real and what are the phantoms of your own imagination and maybe offer a point of view that you may not have considered at all. Try to find someone who is grounded in reality at least a little and not prone to bullshit. Josephine, for me, has been exactly that. For that I thank her.

When we take these sorts of precautions, we stand a far better chance of getting the best of both the Seen and the Unseen worlds.

Crossposted to FannyFae.com
fannyfae: (Jocelyn - I am my mother's daughter)
2013-11-24 10:39 pm

The Devil That You Know

"I call'd the devil, and he came.
And with awe his from I scan'd:
He is not ugly, and is not lame.
But really a handsome and charming man.
A man in the prime of his life is the devil.
Obliging, a man of the world, and civil:
A diplomiatist too, well skill'd in debate.
He talks quite glibly of church and state."
- Heinrich Heine


"This way, come along." Melek reached back to the young girl that followed just behind him. Her large, dark eyes looked up at him inquisitively even as she slipped her tiny hand into his much larger one. If there was any trepidation there on her part, she certainly did not show it. Fae creatures were delightfully alluring, even when they were so young. Or perhaps, he mused, it was especially when they were so young that he found their curiosity so wholly irresistible.

This one, however, had a whole future ahead of her. He resolved that he would groom her, and when the time was right, and much, much later, it would be her own daughter would assist in his greater purpose. But first things first.

"Tell me, do you like books, my dear?" he asked.

The Halfling child nodded her head. then offered in Sidhe, "I know how to read a little but there are not many books in Dunnlauden."

"It's very good that you can read," he smiled, ignoring the child's observation about her village. "Did your Maman teach you?"

The little girl nodded.

Of course, the Peacock Angel knew that Moya had done so. For a human, the girl's mother had not only proven to be useful in her devotion, but in providing the Sidhe ranks with at least some new blood. Without a doubt, the child would not be entirely trusted among humans, and her mother would be branded a whore for the ridiculous sin of having consorted with demons. The absurd irony of it all both amused and annoyed him. But the child did not need to ally with superstitious humans that lived in a village anyway. He had already foreseen that it would be leveled in a few years time. By then she would be far, far away, the village nothing but a forgotten and distasteful memory. And with his help, this Halfling girl would take back the throne of her Sidhe ancestors. Following that, everything else would have fallen neatly into place, and Melek's plans would begin their long, winding road to fruition.

The forest trail became a long corridor of columns comprised of gnarled trees that stretched far toward the horizon. Shelves and stacks of books of incredible luxury and filled with delights of every kind were found behind branches, along tree trunks, hedgerows and brambles. The Halfling child's eyes grew even larger and more luminous as a covetous bloom lit her features.

Remembering herself, she looked up at Melek who smiled at her unasked question. "The forest, indeed the whole world is my realm - and yours. You see, we are family, you and I. Family should share, and I will share all of this with you."

Her little hand gave his a slight squeeze. Immediately to her right, resting on a moss and lichen covered tree stump sat a very large green and blue leatherbound book. The binding was shot with gold arabesque designs and in the centre of the cover was painted the most beautiful peacock whose feathers glittered with green and blue stones.

"That one is yours alone," he smiled down at her. "Do you like it?"

"For me?" she had barely dared to hope.

"Of course, my dear."

She let go of his hand only long enough to step forward and ftouch the beautiful and ornate cover with gentle and reverent fingers. Clearly, she had never seen anything so beautiful as this book and very carefully she opened the cover to see a blank page staring back at her - then another and another. The entire book was blank.

"But there are no words," she said with obvious disappointment.

Melek knelt down beside her and took both of her small hands in his. "That is because it is your book and you must write the words in it," he said. "Will you do that for me when you learn to write and to draw? You must write down all that you see and learn and keep track of it."

Unable to resist the instinct to reassure him, she extracted her tiny hands from Melek's and embraced him, burying her face into his neck, her soft, warm breaths warming the depths of what might have been his heart. It had not been the daughters of mere mortal men who tempted the Fallen Ones. No. The Sidhe women, the pure essence of what wildness and Nature truly are in ways that no human woman could ever be. This little one would serve his purposes beautifully and she would do it willingly besides.

And somewhere in the distance, the voice of the girl's mother called into the dark palace of the woods.
fannyfae: (cleopatra)
2013-04-21 12:25 pm

Kemetics & Inadequacy

It seems that the more connected we become in this digital-centric world, where things are up for instant consumption and there is a constant compare and contrast, the more disconnected and inadequate that we can tend to feel. Even we, who are in groups or temples that are long-lived and well-established, feel this. So do those among us who have had a decade or more of working both within the community and as individuals. That fear of somehow being found out as a “fake” or “not doing it right” can be debilitating. There seems to be an all-too-human tendency to compare what we do with what others are doing.

If a fellow Kemetic, also with the same Deity line up that we have has a skill that we don’t personally share, it’s easy to feel as if that Deity is somehow “playing favourites.” The truth is, each of us are Their favourites, and none of us, regardless of what we might think, ever sprung from the womb being a perfect Kemetic. All of us who are Reconstructionists tend to grasp every shred, every scholarly resource we can. Many of us secretly desire to dedicate study to not only the Netjeru, but also to learning ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs and somehow phoneticizing them so that we can incorporate these Medw Netjer, writing of the Gods, into our own rites. Wouldn’t it be great to have our own language that marks us as being Kemetic? Read more... )


Originally posted to Excavating Our Souls from the Ruins.
fannyfae: (your world)
2013-03-27 10:17 am

An Open Letter to the Kemetic Community

Normally, I would open a letter with the words, "Em Hotep", which most of us know means, "In Peace". What I am about to write today has absolutely nothing to do with 'peace'. It has nothing to do with giving lip service with a greeting that at times seems to have very little meaning to some of the people within its so-called Community of adherents.

What I am trying to say is this: Some of you, quite frankly, leave a whole lot to be desired by way of community. Some, I can safely say, suck as human beings. Some of you really suck as friends and with those kind of friends…..well, I'm sure that you know the rest. All I can say is that it really must suck to be you. Read more... )
Comments and feedback are always appreciated and the original post can be found HERE.
fannyfae: (on the trail)
2013-03-10 10:28 am

Prrompt 192: Necessary Murder

The entire case stunk to high heaven. In addition to the obvious stench of dead bodies being found in this new set of murders that looked so oddly like a reprise of the Grimm Murders, there was something else. The scent was heavy with the iron tinged scent of blood interwoven with something else more sinister.

Certainly, Fanny thought, Red wouldn’t have perceived it, nor would any of the other cops and lawyers, but the sensation was unmistakable. Maybe it was due to her pregnancy, she thought. Of course, no one but Red and possibly Mac Ringgold knew. He’d seen her looking a fair shade of green that morning before she managed to choke down some peppermint tea and saltines. The idea of another interview with Timothy Spencer and the disquieting circumstances surrounding the death of his girlfriend caused a deep rumble to cut across her midsection. She took another large swallow of peppermint tea and followed Red and the others into the interrogation room. Read more... )


Muse: Francoise de Rochefort / Fanny Fae
Fandom: Original Character
Word Count: 1142

A part of the" Midnight People", original, interactive fiction at Panhistoria.
fannyfae: (correspondence)
2013-03-03 12:04 pm

Sekhmet: The Beauty and the Terror Update (Cross posted from Dreamwidth)

The Goddess Sekhmet
A bit ago, I decided I was going to actually publish the work and research I have spent the last ten years doing on Sekhmet. Right now, I am in the final editing process. I am tweaking the formatting and images, getting the cover to look more professional.

As for the work itself, it will be a combination of both scholarly and what I ever-so-affectionately term as "Mystic Woo-Woo". You see, Kemetic religion draws two distinct groups of people. Those who are into the strictly scholarly and reconstructionist aspects of it, and those who are a little more eclectic and far less precise in the ways which they choose to honour the Netjeru. While it is impossible to be all things to all people, especially when you are a writer, I have divided the book into two sections. There will be citations of ancient work, and the other portion will contain hymns, invocations, rituals etc. that are based off of those in antiquity but are clearly either my creation or those which have come from others. Read more... )
fannyfae: (cleopatra)
2013-03-03 11:59 am

Pantheacon and Creative Projects (repost from Dreamwidth)

Pantheacon starts tomorrow. I will, again, not get to go this year. That makes me extremely sad because there are many friends, and even family, who will be going. My reason for not attending is I have just started a new semester to finish out my degree. While I am excited about that, I feel a like a hungry waif with her face pressed up against her computer monitor, gazing at my scores of friends on Facebook, Twitter, Livejournal, Dreamwidth and other venues where I write get to meet each other and attend some pretty wonderful classes at P’Con. Read more... )
fannyfae: (OOC)
2013-01-23 09:33 am
Entry tags:

Three Questions Meme

Snagged from [personal profile] muse_maledictio

To play along, just answer the following three (3) questions…
1) What are you currently reading?
2) What did you recently finish reading?
3) What do you think you’ll read next?

1) "Golden Shrine, Goddess Queen, Egypt's Anoinring Mysteries" by Alison Roberts. This explores the iconography and symbolism that are found to be inscribed on the Golden Shrine of Tutankhamun. It talks about how important royal women were in personifying and reperesenting the "Eye" (Eye of Ra) Goddesses in Kingship, and the turning of each new year and of the yearly re-coronation during those rites.

2) "Voyager" by Diana Gabaldon. This is the third book of the "Outlander" series that deals with the 18th Century, after the Battle of Culloden. and the Pre-Revolutionary Americas. It is a nice continuation of the story of Jamie Fraser and his time travelling wife, Claire. If I could tell a story as well as Gabaldon can and sell it as a novel, I could retire! The only thing I do not like about her writing is her erotic scenes are as contrived as any others I have read in romance novels. I find myself rolling my eyes most of the time. If that happens whilst reading erotica, chances are it's either too cliche' or too clinical. I find that Gabaldon alternates between those two states in her books. I suppose, though her books really cannot be singularly classified in general fiction, historical fiction, or romance, it sort of hits a place of "all of the above".

3) I am debating as to whether or not to delve into a technical book on documentary filmmaking or using crowdfunding for financing film projects, or to go for the fourth book in the Gabaldon "Outlander" series. I have all of the latter on audiobook, so I could listen to them on my commute to and from classes and home.
fannyfae: (WWII)
2012-11-13 10:25 am

Prompt 177: When All Else Fails

Rage, the temerity of it all, of the Nazis to have burned the church at Orandeur-sur-Glane was unthinkable. Francoise de Rochefort’s heart nearly stopped in her chest when she saw her friend, Colonel Robert Grayson carrying the limp form of Amarante from his car to the front entrance of the chateau. The girl’s face, body and limbs were smudged with, blood, soot and ash. Her hair was singed and matted with blood, her clothing in tatters, shoes were also now missing. No, it couldn’t be like this, not like this! Not her! Read more... )



Muse: Francoise de Rochefort
Fandom: Original Character
Word Count:1819

Ths post originally appeared in the online novel "World Under Siege" on Pan Historia. Special thanks to the amazing scribes of[personal profile] all_for_me, [personal profile] sunandshadows [personal profile] ambrogino_giovanni, [personal profile] isabel_giovanni and [profile] civ_barbarian for the use of their musess in this work and for thier hard work and friendship over the long haul.
fannyfae: (main gauche)
2012-10-29 09:08 am

Prompt 175: Prey (For [community profile] musing_way)

“You will beg me for death, Cheri. And I promise you that. And when at last Hsu and more importantly, I am satisfied with your answers and if and when I am feeling magnanimous, I will grant your request.”DISCLIAMER: NSFW for potential triggery / violence )


Muse: Francoise de Rochefort
Fandom: Original /Folklore Mythology
Word Count: 1540

(Special thanks to Hsu Danmei and his scribe)
fannyfae: (candle bright)
2012-09-13 08:33 pm

The Spiritual Art of Letting Go

I have been having a few thoughts about letting go on 9/11 of this year. This of all days, on the anniversary of 09/11 - a day that is indelibly etched in the minds of most modern adults. Like when JFK was shot or when Challenger exploded, we can never forget where we were or what the day looked like or how we felt. On that day, 11 years ago, I was with my mother, who was dying of terminal cancer. Less than a month from that date, she would pass to the Beautiful West. That day, I got an email from a gentleman whose YouTube videos I had commented on and was so impressed by that I wrote to his private email address late last month. His production values were very high, and I thought it was a definite standard that I hoped my own work could rise to. I was very interested in talking to him about my documentary project. Read more... )
fannyfae: (within the aethers)
2012-09-09 11:33 pm

Spiritual Musings from the Edge of the World

the Faery Universe
You can talk to the Divine at any time with varying degrees of formality. practice your faith when just about everything becomes a prayer. You can offer your efforts in cooking a meal as thanks to Netjer for what you have been given, offering a portion of that in shrine. You can pray to Netjer behind the wheel of the car (and I often do that, myself!) or you can go out into nature and just appreciate the infinite variety of manifestations in Creation that shows the Divine to us. Really, it is about your personal relationship and the things you do personally to connect to the Divine. Proscriptions about doing A, B and then C, ad infinitum are ok, but nothing beats the internal, intuitive dialogue that only you can have with your Gods. Read more... )


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fannyfae: (Default)
2012-06-04 09:27 am

Munday - Mun Prompt 6/4/12 for [community profile] muse_prompts

Since this is our first Mun Monday, tell us a bit about yourself and why you write.

I write because I have to.

It's like breathing or eating or sleeping. If I don't write , there is something amiss in the world for me. Writing is how I process things, I work out challenges within my own mind. My day is completely blown if the first thing in the morning that I do after pouring my first cup of coffee is not booting up my computer and writing at least 750 - 1000 words. If that does not happen, in my view, I have accomplished absolutely nothing.

It is a chance for me to channel the voices in my head. Read more... )
Muse:Fanny Fae
Fandom: Original Character
Word Count 850
fannyfae: (on the trail)
2012-02-05 02:14 pm
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Week 79: Look Like

Fanny didn’t call Red King right away. She had waited simply because the man was a legend and although all it took for her break through was a contact via a friend and colleague and she had gotten the very thing that had alluded her most of the day, she couldn't bring herself to push send on her Blackberry. It seemed ironic, really. She had an almost uncanny ability at times to simply ask for things and the Universe would deliver. Now if she could only get such cooperation from the great man himself.
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Muse:Faelyn / Frances MacKay / Francoise de Rochefort
Fandom: Original Character
Word Count: 2129