I was born in what was once a faerie-filled land –
home to giants, dragons, druids and witches,
where Romans marched and Angles worshipped Thor –
the land of Suffolk contains ancient doors
to the Otherworld, the land of myth and powers divine
and those doors will once more open, at the appointed time.
As new houses are built on Suffolk’s pastures
ancestral remains are disturbed,
millennia old settlements and funeral sites
release their spirits amongst us.
The people here once followed the ways of the Sun and the Moon
they venerated rivers and trees, their ancestors and the Earth,
as they mined for flint then tin then copper and iron
they learnt mastery of earth and fire
but humanity still has to learn mastery of the air
– the element of mind –
in order to reach a higher
state of evolution.
A higher state is really a return
back to Source connection, to the Otherworld,
with an understanding
that we’ve been lost in a dream,
and with a vision
of where we can go from here.
10000 years this land has been loved
by people benefiting from its bounty
which is why in the Middle Ages
Suffolk was known as the Holy County.
Selie Suffolk suffered the pain of
Protestants closing monastic communities,
Catholics burning Protestants
and Protestants burning Witches.
Suffolk became an industrialised farmland
feeding the growing hungry capital.
The land fell asleep, as did the people
Selie became Silly
old ways discarded
the sacred rejected
the magical ways forgotten –
but only for a time,
nothing is lost forever –
the holy spirit of Suffolk
and the land everywhere
waits for humanity to get it together
to become more kind and more aware.
Then the faeries will return
the dragons, druids and witches
they never really went far away
they just got buried within us.