The Magic of Music!

Our minds have this awesome capacity to hear a sound or smell a breeze and connect it to some far off memory. Memories that either brings a smile to your face or tears to your eyes. Music has that magic. A song long heard, the tune vibrating through your unconscious mind and suddenly you step back into a moment of wonder.

The Beatles’ ‘Hey Jude‘ teleports me back to the eighties. Bodies sun-kissed from a day on the beach, barefoot hippies, walked into the local pub. An unknown band played. The place was pumping. Wine flowed perhaps a little too much and then they sang ‘ Hey Jude’. Everybody sang along, to a song from another time. Every word vibrated off the dirty walls of the Bella Vista Hotel. To this day, I smell the ocean, I feel the warmth on my body, I feel the wine flowing slowly through my veins and I sing along to every word.

A packed throbbing ‘Doors’ nightclub in the early nineties. Mostly dressed in black, the crowd mingled around the bar and rooftop. Metal heads and hard rockers, head banging to the pulsating music. Then ‘Sit down’ by James blasted from the DJ box. The head banging stopped. The crowd started singing the lyrics. And we all sat down. We sat down with the broken glass and spilled drinks. We sat down in sympathy, in sadness, in madness. I still feel the magic of that moment when I hear the song.

Music has the power to transport us back to times and places we long for. A time when we were carefree and perhaps a little blissfully lost. Search for more times like these because to be lost is not so bad, you never know what song you will hear and remember a hundred years from now, with a smile on your face and a tear in your eyes.

Can you hear the whispers?

Take a journey on an epic adventure with Raph and his band through worlds unknown. Meet creatures that will blow your mind, characters that will tickle your tummy and immerse yourself in events that will leave you in a cold sweat. For more on the Arach Trilogy visit the official website:


Keep them alive !!

Remember to keep the faeries alive.

They are watching…

Mythical and alluring, Smoo Cave enchants you to enter, few know who watches from beyond the veils.  The Gods and an enormous wolf,   judging, laughing, wondering …

“Greed breeds loyal followers.”

“Greed breeds loyal followers.”
“That is why we are standing at this choice now. It has taken its toll on her, on us. Everyone is bleeding.”
“More blood needs to be spilled before the creators will be satisfied.” 

Is your tea cold?

I watched the Hobbit from the legendary master JRR Tolkien and was taken on a wonderful, amazing, wild ride. What a book, what a movie. With the amazing imagination of Tolkien, (although I fully believe that he was a traveller between parallel worlds, describing to his avid readers in amazing imagery, the worlds he had visited), combined with the mastery and passion of Peter Jackson, you are again taken away from the uncomplicated, ordinary life you lead. It starts with the attack on poor Bilbo, by the possibility of adventure in his life. Would you take that step? Would you give up tea in front of the fire, would you give up the reading of adventures in far away places, to go on a breathtaking journey, from which you could possibly not return? Would you?

Why is it that the most engrossing of books or movies have the underlining drama of the fight between good and evil? Enormous trolls wanting to make you their supper, ugly goblins hunting you. If you knew that would happen, would you take the step? Would you run out of your door and meet up with them? Maybe not, we are all so set in our ways. Rise, work, sleep. Day after day. So used to tea in front of the fire. What could be better than curling up with a book and watching the time slip by, while fighting evil in distant lands, a long time ago? The ordinary becomes the norm. Everything out of the normal is a threat to your existence. Existence? Really??
Then one day you look up. The sun in setting slowly in the sky. Your tea is cold. Your neck feels cramped, and you suddenly feel your heart contracting as you realize life has passed you by. You have become so used to the nothings of life that you have forgotten what it means to live, what it means to be truly alive.
We need the evil wizard to hunt us through the dark woods. We need the scary and unseen, the not knowing what’s next. We need the uncertainty. It’s in the chase through the woods, that you find your reason for living. You will find your strength, your inner dragon when threatened. It is the fear of the unknown and the uncertainty, that the new and amazing is born. You cannot be truly you, by doing nothing. You cannot find the inner special being, born to shine, by watching as the world slips by.
You have to take the step. You have to take the deepest of breaths and run.
My tea is cold. It is time.


“Sometimes monsters need to rise to awaken the indifferent to start fighting for what is right.”

Do They Want to ?

Do they want to?

Greed will END the world!

Follow us on a journey of discovery and magick, in our world and in the other worlds whispering through the veils. Vampires, werewolves, faeries, dwarfs, and humans rise up to fight against the evil races of darkness, who are working together to push earth to its final stand.

All you need is Pixie Dust …

Anthony Douglas Williams said, “When I look into the eyes of an animal I do not see an animal. I see a living being. I see a friend. I feel a soul.”


I’ve had many dogs in my life and each had its own personality, its own soul shining through their soft eyes.


Sooner or later they all pass over the rainbow bridge to play in the sunshine awaiting our crossover, leaving us here with soul-scorching tears and broken hearts. I believe as they cross, they pass on a little special something of themselves, to the next soul-friend waiting in the wings.


When I lost my Oortjies, I felt lost. He was my best friend, the only one I could tell things to without being judged, the warm body next to me during a difficult divorce.  The only thing I had left after too many years of wasted time.  So when he passed over in my arms, I swore never to have another again, never to feel that pain again. Never.


Then I saw her. The ‘ugliest’, most gorgeous puppy.  A cross between a Pug and a Cocker Spaniel – Jip I know.  A fluff ball with curly hair just like me, her front teeth sticking out way too far. I lost my heart again and Pixie Dust came home with me. She is my shadow. She follows me around, waits for me at the window to come home.  Then she runs onto the bed and I have to give her kisses all over her neck and her tummy.  I look into that softest of eyes.  And I see them all smiling back at me.  Peppy. Wollie. Patches. Benji. Ore. They are all there in that little soul of love.  I can feel them. I can see them.


After a rough day outside in the real world, with tiredness in my bones, we share a hundred kisses and it all just flows away into nothing, into calmness and love. Into an everything is going to be fine feeling.  I look into her soft eyes and feel the love.


Maybe that is what we, as humans need to do. Really look into the eyes of our fellow searchers on this earth.  See their souls. Feel the love. Don’t judge, don’t ask questions, just share the love. Just share a hundred soul kisses.


Everything will be fine.