“In Norse mythology Yggdrasil is the name of an enormous glistening ash tree that cradles the nine realms of the cosmos within its branches and roots, thereby connecting all things. The holy tree is evergreen, and is covered in moist white loam. It supports all of creation – gods, giants, man and beasts – some of which eat directly from the branches and roots of the tree. Yggdrasil is also called the World Tree or Tree of Life, because it contains all the worlds and represents the cycle of birth, growth, death, and rebirth.The true principles and meanings of the tree, as well as all Old Norse religion and myths, are profound and complex, yet strikingly beautiful.” – Kimberly Lin
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We are proud and excited to announce the RELEASE of ARACH – An Ardú The Rising!
Prophecies are revealed and come to pass. The gods play their games in ancient crystal caves. Unknown and extinct beings join the struggle. New and old friends gather in forgotten realms to fight the darkness rising over our earth. The sun grows weaker day by day preparing for the end of times. A giant wolf regrets the role he has to play. Blood flows into the starving earth. The dead rise to slay those in their way.
PURCHASE BOOK #1 – Arach – Within Lie Dragons by M.G. Schoombee
PURCHASE BOOK #2 – Arach: Whispering Souls by M.G. Schoombee
What is a myth? What is fantasy? I believe in the above JRR Tolkien quote. It was an actual happening from a very long time ago, which after many, many years became a legend because no one alive could recall it and it became a myth hidden from all.
Humans are very quick to categorize any happening, creature or belief system as a myth because they can not explain it. It does not fall into their teachings over millions of years.
How many times have you heard someone say to a little child — there are no such things as faeries! How sad. The knowledge of faeries and the other realms were very much alive and well thousands of years ago. The people of the lands worked with them to enhance both their worlds on mother earth. As humans progressed, the faeries were pushed back into the forests. Into the past, into stories told by firelight. Into histories of far away lands, of long, long time ago. Into legends, people only dreamed of and children played at. Finally into myths. Unexplained and impossible.
Maybe I’m just a child that never grew up. What is wrong with that I ask? Children believe in magick. Every day is an awesome adventure to find the new, the hidden, the magickal. It’s an amazing adventure searching for dragons and faeries and pirates hiding under the bed, in the closet, in the tree in the back yard.
I still do that. I still search everywhere I go. Was that a face smiling from behind that branch? Is that a unicorn hidden in the clouds? Did that guy just give me a very fangy smile? So what if I am just a child that never grew up. I prefer it that way. I would rather search for hidden treasure in the backyard than listen to “grown-up “ news of murder, hunger, and war.
Am I hiding from the truth and reality — NO. I am fully aware of the “bad” world out there and it’s horrendous happenings. I am aware as well that there is good in that world as well. It is not all bad. I Know, but I prefer not to take part in it, not to concentrate on the negative and make it a part of my life.
I prefer to talk to the trees and faeries. I know they listen and some days when it’s very quiet, they answer. Impossible. I do not think so. Because I Believe.
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