Tuesday, November 26, 2013

A Foreign Shore ~ The Conclusion


Within an hour Citrine had gathered an army of animals. November took in the cornucopia of warriors and beasts and nodded. “This will do.”

“What now?” asked Badger.

“Have your people gather all your extra food, seeds, items you know will help them as they make their homes as your neighbors.” November took a deep breath. “Then, I will go and speak with the people who have come upon your shores. I’m sure they are just as afraid as you are, so since my appearance is more like their own, it is my hope that I can speak with them without being shot at.”

Badger stepped forward. “I can’t let you do that. I told you they’re already killed one of my warriors. It is too dangerous.”

November laid a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “I will be okay. I have faith that my father put me here for a reason, to show that there is something greater than magic.”

“What is that?” asked Badger.

November smiled. “Kindness.”

*****

Just before sunset November walked toward the new settlement. In her arms she carried a basket full of corn, salted fish, and an assortment of fruits and vegetables from Badger’s people. Her heart pounded against her chest so hard, she was sure it would leave her body.

She took a moment to steady herself before entering the clearing where the settlement. She knew Badger and the animals were just behind her in case thing went bad, but she had never been without her magic before.

November shook her head. It didn’t matter, for the sake Badger’s people this had to be done. Taking a deep breath, she walked into the settlement. For the second time in a day, November stood with weapons pointed at her.

“I come here with tidings of peace from the native people who live on this land. They do not wish to harm you and it is my hope that you don’t want to harm them. In this basket is food to help you get through the winter. If you accept this generous gift, then the leader of the native people will come and speak with your leader to work out an arrangement of sharing the land.”

November stood motionless, she knew she only had another few minutes before Citrine and Badger came rushing in to save her. If that happened there would be a war.

“Lower your weapons,” came a voice from behind. “She comes bearing food, not weapons.”

A gentleman made his way through the crowd as the people lowered their weapons. He took November’s basket, handing it to a woman behind him and grabbed November’s hands with both of his. “We thank you for generous gift. Please, we’ve just come in from the hunt and were blessed with three large turkeys. We would love for the native people to join us in our feast tonight as we give thanks for both our blessings.”

Badger and his people made their way out of the woods and were greeted with smiles and handshakes. Everyone enjoyed the feast and before the night was over, November made her way into the forest. She was greeted by Citrine who nussled her gently.

November rubbed his neck. “Badger’s people will teach the new settlers how to respect your kind.”

“Thank you,” said Citrine.

November smiled at the sound of her friends voice, then slowly disappeared returning to her home land.

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

A Foreign Shore ~ Part 3


“The white man?” November raised an eyebrow.

Badger nodded. “They came upon our shores about thirty days ago. They have sticks that shoot fire. One of our young braves became victim to this fire stick. We do not know how to fight them. I hope you can help with that.”

“Have you tried flying the white flag of peace?” asked November.

“They are just as scared as us as we are of them,” explained Badger. “That’s how our young brave was killed.”

November motioned to the stallion. “And how is Citrine’s threatened?”

“The white man has captured his kind, enslaving them,” said Badger.

November hugged herself as she shivered. “How can I help?”

“I believe,” started Badger, “that you can use your power to calm the white man so we can set some boundaries.”

November shook her head. “I don’t have my powers here.”

Badger’s eyes widened. “You don’t?”

“I tried to talk to Citrine when I got here, but couldn’t hear him. I thought at first it was because I was on mortal grounds, but since then I’ve tried to converse with my father but the connection isn’t there. That tells me I don’t have my magic.”

“Then I’m not sure there is any hope for us.” Badger looked down.

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” said November, a sympathetic smile on her lips. “There is magic everywhere.”

“How do you mean?” asked Badger.

November pointed to a child swaddled in her mother’s arms. “That babe is magic. The flowers and trees are magic. The stallions, fawns and eagles are all magic, just not in the sense of the magic I possess. But magic come from this life. And there is nothing more magical than an aura of peace, with the intent of harmony.”

“So what do we do now?” asked Badger.

“We create a sense of peace so great they can’t ignore it,” said November. She look to Citrine. “Gather all the animals that will come, we’re going to need them all.”
 

Friday, November 15, 2013

Stone Magic History & Lore

 Citrine History & Lore ~


Citrine has been popular for thousands of years and used to be revered for its rarity, though that has changed with time. The ancient Romans used it for beautiful jewelry and intaglio work. It was also very popular for jewelry in the 19th century. During the Art Deco period between World Wars I and II, large citrines were set in many prized pieces, including the massive and elaborate Art Deco inspired jewelry pieces made for big Hollywood stars such as Greta Garbo and Joan Crawford. 
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Tuesday, November 12, 2013

A Foreign Shore ~ Part 2


The warriors held their spears high, all pointed at Citrine. Fear raced through November’s body. She had just met this lovely stallion, there was no way she could let him die.

She placed a soft hand on Citrine’s neck. “It’s okay.”

Walking around the horse, November approached the warriors with her hands raised, partly to show them she was unarmed, partly to be ready to use magic to protect them if necessary.

“I mean you no harm.” November said calmly. “I washed up on your shore. I’m just looking to go home.”

The warriors looked at each other in confusion. November realized they didn’t understand her language. She closed her eyes briefly, extending her mind to theirs to learn their language. With that knowledge she extended her greeting again.

The men lowered their spears, still looking somewhat bemused.

“How do you know our words?” asked a tall warrior. Red paint lined his chest as an intricate design of black lines tattooed his face.

November smiled. “I know many languages.”

“And what of the horse?” asked the man. “He is the deliverer of spiritual awakening and has never protected one of your kind before. Are you some type of witch doctor?”

“I am no witch doctor.” November giggled. “This lovely stallion came to me when I washed up on your shore. My family has always had a connection with nature, especially animals.”

“You are a daughter of Father Sky and Mother Earth?” he asked.

November nodded. “They call me November.”

“I am Badger.” The warrior pointed to himself. “We have asked Father Sky for help. Has he sent you?”

November looked to the sky and mumbled, “You could just tell me next time father, thirty-two days at sea was not necessary.” She turned to Badger. “I will help any way I can.”

She could see Badge shift from nervous to relief. “Come, let’s get you some food and we will discuss our plight.”

Citrine pawed the sand. November smiled.

“It seems my new friend doesn’t want to leave my side. Would it be okay if he comes along?” she asked.

“It’s only fair, there is a threat to all kind, both his and mine,” said Badger.

“What could possibly threaten both species?” asked November.

Badger’s eyes narrowed. “The white man.”



Friday, November 8, 2013

Citrine History & Lore

 Citrine History and Lore

Citrine is the birthstone for the month of November, sharing the title with Topaz. In fact, the citrine stone has been used to imitate topaz and was once called Brazilian topaz. Citrine is also the gemstone that celebrates the 13th anniversary of marriage. Citrine is named after the French word Citrin, meaning lemon. The color of citrine ranges from straw and sun yellow to clay orange, to deep, wine colored Madeira red. In the past, the Madeira colored stones were the most valuable, but today, the more vivid yellows and oranges are the most popular. Natural bright yellow citrine is the most rare of the quartz varieties.
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Tuesday, November 5, 2013

A Foreign Shore ~ Part 1


November washed up on the shore. She grasped onto the sand as if it were more precious than gold. Of course after thirty-two days lost at sea it was. The tide pushed her further onto the shore and she belly crawled to get out of the water. Her lips burned with every mouthful of salt water and she swore she would not endure it for one more minute.

Safely away from the tide, she lay on the warm sand for what felt like an eternity. Her mind wondered to her father and why he hadn’t helped her. Then she thought of her sister, June, who held the Mermaid’s Pearl and frequented the sea often. Why had she not heard her call? Had they all abandoned her?

She shook the thought away. Of course they hadn’t. June probably had no idea November was in trouble and her father, well … her father knew everything, so she must be here for a reason. It had taken centuries to learn to have complete faith in her father, but he always had a plan.

Closing her eyes, she steadied her breath, letting her body melt into the sand as she relaxed every muscle. Imagining a bright white light, she lay the image like a blanket over her body. She could feel the energy immediately as it rejuvenated her weak body. Then a sensation she wasn’t expecting, a hot snort of breath, right by her ear.

November opened one eye, only to see an eye much larger than her own. Opening her other she realized a tall black stallion was nuzzling her neck. “Where did you come from?” she asked.

November looked at the horse expecting an answer. She could talk to animals, all her sisters could. But the horse did not respond. November frowned and pushed herself into a sitting position. She caressed the horse’s head as she looked into his deep brown eyes.

“It’s okay,” she patted his neck. “I must be in the mortal world. It isn’t your fault you can’t speak.”

Using the horse’s strong neck to aide her, November stood up on wobbly legs. She studied her new friend. He was completely black except for a small spot on his shoulder. It was almost gold in color and reminded November of the warm stone of joy and optimism.

“Do you mind if I call you Citrine?” she asked.

The horse nodded.

“So where to now, Citrine?”

No sooner had she said it, a gang of warriors stormed the beach, spears high and surrounded November.

Citrine pushed November to where he was between her and the warriors. He stomped the ground and let out a loud snort. It was clear if they wanted November they would have to go through Citrine.

Monday, November 4, 2013

Stone Magic "The Spirit Within"

Photo: Citrine Large Faceted Pendant W/ Rhinestone Bevel & Citrine Flower Beads in Silver 
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November is Here! If you were born in November you are a Creative Citrine!
Citrine " The Stone Of Happiness "
Magic wells of golden light within me reflect universal perfection, similar to Christ light. I am one of the stones of abundance and have the power to impact joy to all who behold me.
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