A Piper Called Them

9 08 2019

Come away, oh human child! To the waters and the wild (W.B. Yeats) … Experience a realm of mystical beings who are a part of the magic and beauty of nature. Dare to enter the wondrous Real of Faerie. There are many mysterious and fascinating paths to follow in this enchanting realm. Choose to the left and dare to enter a wondrous realm full of magic and beauty…
by Edwina Peterson Cross

When the piper called them artists and writers conjured many versions of the portal that led to the Cave of the Enchantress and Lemuria. What would you pack for the journey? How would you find your way into the fantasy world of Bancroft Manor?

Through the Enchanted Doorway
A journey of the Heart

My journey began long before I knew I was looking for something. One night I received an email asking me if I was ready to embark on a journey. I had no idea where it would go. It started with a list. Tired of carrying the weight of my life, I packed lightly with only what would fit in my little backpack.

At daybreak, I meet many travellers who were ready for such a journey as this. I found a hidden door in a tree and was whisked away by a night ride in moonlight. Mysterious gipsies drew me with a silent call in the night.

Some kind of enchantment made my dreams deep and meaningful. Before long, I woke each day excited to know what would happen next. The journey to an island brought memories I didn’t know I possessed. Ancient knowledge was revealed to me.

How can my life ever be the same now? I learned to proclaim who I am. I am no longer the invisible child! See me! Hear me! Understand my words! Slowly I have come to realize my own truth. That truth is to be free. Unburdened by my own past and my parents past. Just let it go and find what’s around that next corner.

I have met celestial beings. I have to meet wee fairies. I have meet warriors of great strength and feminine mystic. I have to meet talking donkeys and talking dolls. I have met known hell raisers. I have been reintroduced to friends of old who knew me long ago.

And now I have learned to be open in a completely new way. My heart feels lighter than I ever remember it being. I have let go of old cryptic ideas. I have found a new road. The Silk Road. It winds through space and time; thoughts and dreams; mystery and magic.

Somewhere along the way, I met myself. The child, the girl, and the woman I want to be. I was stunned to discover that I needed to make some changes. To hold my own hand and say, “Yes! We can do this.” Brick by brick I had to tear down my own walls and find an inner world rich with ideas waiting to be discovered.

At last, I am in a distant land with no water and no road. I have finally come to the last door. The one that was hidden away for safekeeping, so no one would find that brilliant light. The key is the secret that I hid in my own heart. It was a prisoner there that I bound tight. And through my journey, the ties loosened. And fell away, until I could feel an ache of joy and freedom coming close.

The key that spilt from my lips opened the door and released my spirit. Away I flew with magic wings. I saw a wildfire burning. The fire of my anger, my regret, my invisibility burning, burning, gone! – Luna Eternally.

A Wander’s Song

I found a hidden door —
was whisked away in the moonlight.
Gipsies drew me — enchantment made my dreams.
Ancient knowledge revealed —
how can my life ever be the same?

See me! Hear me! — I proclaim who I am.
I am not an invisible child!
See me! Hear me! — that truth is to be free.

I have met celestial beings —
and have danced with wee fairies;
warriors of great strength and feminine mystic;
newfound talking donkeys and dolls —
and friends of old who knew me long ago.

See me! Hear me! — I proclaim who I am.
I am not an invisible child!
See me! Hear me! — that truth is to be free.

The Silk Road winds through time and space —
of dreams and mystery and magic.
Somewhere along the way, I meet myself;
as a child, girl, the woman I want to be —
the secret that I have hidden in my heart.

See me! Hear me! — I proclaim who I am.
I am not an invisible child!
See me! Hear me! — that truth is to be free.

by faucon of Sakinel – for Luna.


We have wandered roads together
played and learned and found each other
hand in hand the journey winds
through the back roads of memory
through the pathways of new learning
up the stairs where magic beckons
into caverns dark
and to the morning.

by Fran Sbrocchi: Secretary of Donkey Incorporated

House of Baba Yaga

4 08 2019

During the days when she ran the Soul Food Cafe, Heather Blakey was in the habit of taking on a range of avatars, as they were known at the time. It meant that she could be whoever she wanted to be. I’m sure her psychiatrist would be very interested in this particular period of her life.

As le Enchanteur, Mistress of Lemuria, she first introduced travellers to the crone, Baba Yaga when they set out in search of the Camp of the Amazon Queen.

Of course, everyone knew that Heather was taking them to yet another of the places she had set up and that she would undergo a metamorphosis and become Baba Yaga.  She had become well known for doing crazy stuff like this. But, when they thought about it, everyone agreed that this identity was a good match for Heather who is very fond of assigning tasks and labours for the unsuspecting travellers who stumble through the portal into the world of Lemuria.

The Instructions

Everyone gathers, expectant inside the Cave of the Enchantress.

The Enchantress comes and announces that everyone is to go to the House of Baba Yaga and help prepare for Halloween and All Saint’s Day. She says that to reach the House of Baba Yaga we will have to pass through the Mountains of Myrrh, which the writer of the Song of Solomon (1V6) said he wanted to retreat to.

The Enchantress provides each person with a small bag. Each bag contains spectacles, a candlestick, a tiny anchor, a medallion with the imprint of the Unicorn and a set of wings. However, the bag also contains something that has been chosen specifically for the recipient. It also contains a map showing where the Gypsies are currently camped.

Le Enchanteur stresses that this bag is very important. Should anyone become separated from the group these things will become essential. She says that travellers may choose to wear the spectacles for they are purported to have fairy-like qualities which reveal wonders to those who wear them.

The Enchantress also gives you a doll so that like Vasilisa they will be able to rely on the dolls wisdom. (Find a doll or make one) She says that if anyone should lose their way, or be in need of help, all they will have to do is ask the doll for advice. She says that the doll will assist, that we must keep her with us at all times, that we must not tell anyone we meet about her and that we must feed her when she is hungry and give her drinks if she is thirsty. She tells us that we must travel by donkey and that it will take many days before we reach the house of Baba Yaga.

Once travellers have arrived they will, of course, be assigned tasks.


A Nostalgic Exploration of the Dig Tree

1 08 2019

Celebrate being Australian, learn about Australian History and discover the essence of creativity all at the same time. The Dig Tree is etched into the Australian psyche as one of the greatest ironic tragedies. Dig and unearth some of the secrets of creativity. The Dig Tree at the Soul Food Cafe was designed by Greg Blakey, a talented design student, with flair, imagination and the ability to meet the needs of his clients. Greg has created, amongst other things, Soul Food’s zany Magic Writing Tram.
Link available in the Way Back Machine

You will find links to traditional indigenous remedies within the Dig Tree.

Anita Marie, a former member of Soul Food and a founding member of Bancroft Manor (a virtual sanctuary) told how the Ragtag Community had picked up and continued to run with the WordPress Daily Prompt concept. It is a treat to respond to an idea someone else has put out into cyberspace.

Today’s post asks participants to “compose a post on your interpretation of “nostalgia”. Wikipedia describes nostalgia as sentimentality for the past, typically for a period or places with happy personal associations. There is no doubt that my work on this particular blog, one of the countless I have established over the years, has induced a bittersweet longing for something that has long gone, for a time that has passed. I closed the Soul Food Cafe nine years ago but have kept it all online in the hope that people will continue to make use of the suggested prompts and projects.

These days I continue to work as a purveyor of creative stimuli, running workshops in my local community and, under the name of Georgina McClure, building small virtual sanctuary at Bancroft Manor. Bancroft Manor a place where creatives can take up residence and work on their own or in collaboration on projects like Danse Macabre. Digging away in the Way Back Machine and hauling out the treasure from old links within Soul Food has induced a burst of creativity.

As I sit in some reverie I recall making ‘The Dig Tree’, one of the many features that appeared during those heady days when Soul Food was fully operational. Because the site will eventually sail off into internet oblivion I am including links to find it all in the Way Back Machine.

Each shovel under the famous Australian Dig Tree has a hyperlink to a page of activities. The idea of this feature is that you dig by choosing a random shovel.