/ Above you can see Cracow - a wonderful Polish city. /

Your imagination takes you to faraway mystical lands
that only the heart can see...
For the heart possesses the all-seeing eye
that discerns the truth of life.

/ Dustin Johnson / The best thing about dreams is that fleeting
moment, when you are between asleep and awake,
when you don't know the difference between reality
and fantasy, when for just that one moment you feel with your entire soul that the dream is reality, and it really happened.

/ Unknown /
Every true mystic understands the mystery of the powers we all possess. A holy graceful power that gently comes down to the soul when, in deep and regular mediation, the soul tends the power which is not darkened by any serpent, and whose roots can draw nourishment from the hidden depths of LOVE.

/ Unknown / The warmth of an Angels light can comfort and iluminate the whole world .

/ Unknown / Enjoy the magic of life while following your bliss.

/ Unknown / The gift of fantasy has meant more to me than my talent for absorbing positive knowledge.

/ Albert Einstein / Once upon a lifetime is creating within the spirit land of your holy imagaination. Within this mysterious land images are born from simply believing.

/ Unknown / The unicorn has been a topic of wonder and speculation for centuries.The writings of such men as Aristotle, Genghis Khan, Saint Thomas, and Saint Gregory reflect the fact that these men considered the unicorn as a very real creature. Webester's Seventh defines a unicorn as 'a mythical animal generally depicted with the body and head of a horse, hind legs of a stag, tail of a lion, and a single horn in the middle of its forehead'. The word 'unicorn' comes from the Latin 'Uni', meaning one, and 'Cornu, meaning horn. The unicorn has been depicted in the folklore and legends of other cultures besides ours.

/ Unknown / The gift of fantasy has meant more to me than my talent for absorbing positive knowledge.

/ Albert Einstein / Perhaps we share a secret, we are visitors from a more refined and gentler dimension, the elfin, fairy world...

/ Unknown / THE LITTLE MERMAID by Hans Christian Andersen

The haunting tale of a little sea princess, who, despite the beauty of the Sea Kingdom where she lives, longs to live with humans on land, with their greater freedoms, and larger, more varied domain, and also to gain an immortal soul. One day she saves a handsome young prince who is shipwrecked in a great storm, and she sets her heart on winning his love. To stand a chance to do so, and to trade her mermaids tail for legs, she enters into a dangerous contract with the villainous sea witch. However, when the prince decides to declare his love for someone else, she knows that she is now doomed to die the next day.
Dinosaurus lived indeed in our world, but we don't know really for example what was their colour... So, it's a bit of our fantasy, too.

Dinosaurs were the largest land animals of all time, but a great number of dinosaurs were smaller than a turkey. Dinosaurs as a group got bigger over time until an extinction event 65 million years ago wiped out all but bird-like dinosaurs. Scientists don't agree entirely on what happened, but the extinction likely was a double or triple whammy involving an asteroid impact, choking chemicals from erupting volcanoes, climate change and possibly other factors. Yet only the big, classic dinosaurs are extinct. Birds are living dinosaurs, most experts believe. Think of that next time a pigeon strafes you. The carnage continues. Scientists are starting to learn about dinosaur behavior. For instance, theropod dinosaurs exhibited some of the same behaviors as living birds, such as sleeping with their heads tucked under their forelimbs and nesting to protect their eggs.


In my secret garden the grass is green and lush
And the leaves of the shrubs shine just like emerald
And every flush-dawn, when the sun wakes with a blush,
Sunshine arrives, with sweet songs that the birds herald.

In my secret garden red and pink roses bloom
And blood red is the colour of camellias.
The lilac blossoms spread their sweet scent of perfume,
While sunflower-like sway colourful dahlias.

A placid brook runs into a calm azure lake,
On its mirror surface white fleecy clouds reflect.
By its shore, on green grass, I like to lie awake,
Watching ripples that wings of dragonflies effect.

In my garden raindrops fall from azure blue sky
And on the blades of grass like pearl drops hang the dew,
Every leaf, every bloom is there to testify
Of a Power that gives birth and lets all renew.

In my secret garden I blossom, come alive,
The grass feels soft, like velvet, underneath my sole;
Inside my secret garden my soul can revive.
My secret garden is inside my heart and soul.

When I pass and offer my soul to my Maker
I will ask to scatter my ashes to feed the lawn,
Allow only a white swan as a partaker
Gently to glide across the lake at every dawn;

Let my garden remain a home for birds and flowers,
Let white swans gather on the banks of placid stream,
Let mellow bell ring out the passing hours
And let me dream the dreams I was meant to dream.

/ P. J. Oszmann /
The Sunflower Fairy

Fields of yellow faces following the sun Impossible to count them each and every one, Waving gently in the breeze they make a sunny sigh. Stretching up their heads they smile at passers by. Lots of little fairy helpers for the sunflowers needs They are the hidden secret for scattering the seeds Hiding amongst the petals opening at dawn Working all day to scatter, so new flowers will be born And weary from the days work, at dusk with failing light They close the petal shutters to rest throughout the night. Should you be a believer, next time you pass, please try To spend some time alone, amongst the faces to the sky You may be the lucky one, for a magic sight to share A sunflower fairys smile is a ray of light so rare.
/ Myrea Pettit /

To be a Witch

To be a witch is to love and be loved.
To be a witch is to know everything and nothing at all.
To be a witch is to move amongst the stars while
staying on earth.
To be a witch is to change the world around you
and yourself.
To be a witch is to share and give while receiving all
the while.
To be a witch is to dance and sing
and hold hands with the universe.
To be a witch is to honor the gods and yourself.
To be a witch is to Be Magick not just perform it.
To be a witch is to be honorable or nothing at all.
To be a witch is to accept others who are not.
To be a witch is to know what you feel is right and good.
To be a witch is to harm none.
To be a witch is to know the ways of old.
To be a witch is to see beyond the barriers.
To be a witch is to follow the moon.
To be a witch is to be one with the gods.
To be a witch is to study and to learn.
To be a witch is to be the teacher and the student.
To be a witch is to acknowledge the truth.
To be a witch is to live with the earth
and not just on it.
To be a witch is to be truly free!

/ unknown /

Fairies - even if you cant see them,
you might see unexplained movements of branches
or leaves,
the rippling of water when there is no wind.
A small cloud of dust at your feet,
a feeling of chill fingers on your skin
and most important of all a loss of time?

You might see a sudden movement
out of the corner of your eye
this can only mean that the fae
are around.

In the home do things go missing
only to be found days/ months/ years later
in a total different place
you have got the mischievous
Borrowers the ones known as Faes and Gobblins.
Be ware of them if they want to be seen
they will let you
but hush and dont move quickly,
dont try to touch them
let them come to you just as a wild animal.
For the Fae are wild and should be free,
they are the free spirits
of Mother Earths gifts.

Hidden within the art and fantasy of fairytales
we discover a deep wisdom.
This enchanted wisdom awakens a soul
from the dreary sleep of ordinary life.
Fairy tales are the magic kiss
from the spiritual world
awakening us from the dark spell this world
can cast upon our spirits.
Fairy tales remind us
that it is the simpleton
who really understands life
and has the true answers we all strive for.

/ Sweetpea fairy /

Lorena Mckennitt - The Mystics Dream
I dream of the day I hold the moon in the palm of my hand. The moon, who's light gives my heart the power to glow again. Though as I lay, dreaming of the Moons' soft light, it's pale beauty, it's warm embrace, I feel the touch of the Moon slipping farther and farther from my grasp, Until no longer my eyes see it,nor my heart...

/ Chad Geesman /


Shoots from its source softly streams out swiftly slices and slashes through the darkness seeking and searching for a place suitable to light

/ Allana Calhoun /