Silver's Threads

continue the journey with Beth, Sam, Flora and Maeve as they continue the search for Sybille who mysteriously vanished 18 months ago Arianwen speaks of Magicks and the land Magick feeds the land and the land feeds our Magicks, she sang. Humankin have forgotten to believe and so our power diminishes, as too will the essence of the Mother. Soon they will wonder why their earth realm is suffering dire change and in turn so must they. Change or die; like us disappear into the threads beyond time. This realm will only be inhabited by those who appreciate their own powers of co-creation with the Mother and with us and who have the ability to project in all directions to restore the earth plane they believe is reality. It is only one among many but which will they chose as their truth; one with anger, revenge, regret, fear and deceit or a planet where light and the Mothers Magicks return to empower the land again, and the tears of the small creature dried and the Maker was gone. she was otter, dragonfly, leaf sprite, a breath of air, a droplet of water vapour, a tidal pool of emotion. She knew no differentiation between herself and all that is for she was all that is the journey continues

long awaited sequel to Warp and Weft journey now on the Silken Web where the Wheel of the year has turned twice since Sybille disappeared mysteriously and the women charged with fi nding her have grown beyond recognition, as has the group who gathered from all realms to help Sam fl ew through the Aethers, unfettered, free of all human burden and pain. A cool, fragrant wind, ruffl ed long fl ight quills, all memory gone, of who or what she was, had been or ever would be, in that moment. Carried under a cloak of musky-sweet feathers; safe, a gentle recall emerged of warm arms and soft down. Then, something was pulling at her, tugging at her mind insistently; Sam, she heard. Sam, come back, its not your time to leave. An acrid odour seared her nostrils; offensive, as burnt feathers or hair and she fought to maintain her blissful fl ight away from the realms of pain and dark matters. A voice grew stronger, this one deeper, a masculine melodic tone; Morgan sang to her, calling her back Life is a struggle when we see through the veil hands become fragile; skin fair and pale. Come home from the dreaming come back to this place, nows no time to travel, come home from this space. You are a dreamer, one who sees true memories awaken feathers blue-black hue. Free fl ying falling then higher you soar, come home from your dreaming there is more so much more. Come with them on the next stage of the search as Sam learns disturbing and heartbreaking things about her passage through the Between.