Tree Of Knowledge.

Long, long ago there was a tree that if you pressed your head to its bark all the knowledge in the world was yours to use as you thought fit. Many men have used this tree and many of them used the knowledge wrongly. Some of the names you might remember there was, Genghis Khan, Alexander the great, Julius Caesar, Adolph Hitler and many more whose names I have forgotten.

Then there were others who have used the twig of the tree for purposes of good. Madame Curie, Louis Pasteur, Alexander Fleming, Albert Einstein, just to mention a few. All of these people have at one time or another found what is left of the tree of knowledge and that is a small twig that comes into your possession and then vanishes no matter how well you lock it away for safety reasons. It disappears to fall into the hands of another, who may use it wisely or badly.

This twig of wood is well known to the Fairies it was the fairies that took the twig from the tree many years ago before the tree was destroyed in an earthquake. The Twig just would not stay with the Fairies and has ever since gone around the world and been found by different people. The twig is it seems looking for the right person to keep it and use it wisely.

Her Majesty Queen Feeana, Queen of all the Fairies, told me about the twig and that one day it would be the beginning of another tree of knowledge. This time is approaching and there will be a tree of knowledge in every land of this earth for all peoples to use. There will be no more crimes, no more wars, no more illness, no more poverty, for the trees will take over the ruling of this world and all men and women will be equal.

Just knowing about this twig means that you are well on the way to receiving the twig that came from the tree of knowledge. It means that you can read and to be able to read is just the start. There is much knowledge written down in books perhaps when you next read a book the twig may come to you. Are you ready to receive the twig? Will you be able to use the knowledge wisely? Many have received the twig but few have been able to use it correctly.

Fairies do not need the twig they have all of the knowledge to benefit the world. We must accept the Fairies and they will lead us to the new world. We will no longer need the twig from the tree of knowledge. The twig will then just disappear for ever and it will be as it should be, a peaceful world without disease, without crime and above all no more wars fought in the name of religion or what ever man thinks up to justify war.

I have told you the story of the twig from the tree of knowledge, now it is up to you to be ready to receive it and use it wisely. Perhaps it is now on the way to you.

Annual Fairies Ball.

A good time was had by all,

at the annual Fairies ball.

The invitations were sent out on time,

daintily written all in rhyme.

The Fairy Queen so it is said,

wrote them herself while lying in bed.

The Leprechauns were invited as well,

each wore a hat made of a winkle shell.

Pixies and Trolls appeared in force,

Most rode in on a winged horse.

The Fairies were all dressed in blue,

Each knew what they had to do.

Parsley wine served in goblets of gold,

Made the Pixies bothersome and bold.

To enforce some law and order,

Butterflies came from over the border.

Elves came in one’s and Two’s,

Complaining of their brand new shoes.

Dancing to the music of some crickets,

Couples moved slowly into the thickets.

Then the Fairy Queen cast a spell,

Stopping the music and couples as well.

I think that it may truthfully be said,

that all were glad to get home to bed.

At the next Annual Fairies Ball,

Pixies will not be invited at all.

I will be there of this I am sure,

unless they invite another Bernard Shaw.

A Garden Problem.

Another day to get through, I have no idea of what I am going to do today. Turning in my bed I snuggle deeper into my pillow and wait for the alarm clock to ring. I could get up but somehow it seems so good to just lay and wait for the noise of the clock. I must have dropped off to sleep again for the ringing of the clock startled me out of one of those dreams that one remembers so fondly. A dream that is pleasant and giving one a feeling of wanting the dream to go on and on. I reluctantly get out of my bed and make my way to the bathroom. Performing my daily wash routine I go down to the kitchen and make myself breakfast. What shall I do today I ask myself again. Finishing my breakfast I go to the front door and look for post. There are no letters. The daily newspaper has been delivered and I spend some time reading through what is going on in this world.

While I was reading my newspaper I became aware that I was not alone a group of fairies had come in to the room by magic. They made no noise and were I think waiting for me to finish reading my newspaper. Folding my newspaper in its creases I laid it down on the table and turned to the waiting fairies. They all started to speak at once, I did not understand and called out, “please, one at a time, I cannot understand what you are saying, if you all speak at once”. Somewhat abashed the fairies stopped speaking and one of the older fairies told me that the fairies have planted a garden exactly the same as my back garden. Nothing seems to grow in their garden while in my garden all is coming on well. I will soon be able to cook fresh vegetables and eat fresh salads. I told the fairies that I would come and look at their garden to see what was wrong.

With a flock of fairies flying around my head I walked into the woods that are really Fairyland and we soon came to an exact replica of my own back garden. The beds had been laid out, plants and seeds sown but the growth was sadly lacking just a few green leaves here and there. I asked the fairies who had dug their garden? The answer did not surprise me they told me that they had asked the Leprechauns to dig the garden for them. The garden shed and my old wheelbarrow they had used magic to build them. I asked them whether they had used any manure while digging the garden; yes they had used the dry rotting leaves from the forest floor.

Have you shown this garden to anyone else, the wise old fairies for example? Have you shown it to Her Majesty Queen Feeanna, Queen of all the Fairies? No they had not shown any one the garden they were too sad that nothing would grow. I looked carefully at the garden and could see no reason why nothing would grow. Then it struck me and I started to smile then burst out into a good hearty laugh. The fairies looked at me now a little afraid that they had done something terribly wrong. I smiled once again and then told them that they had put the garden in the wrong place. It was too dark in the woods all plants need light and the light comes from the sun. The leaves of the trees were blocking the light from the plants. All plants need light to grow. Looking very abashed the fairies hung their heads and were ashamed that they had forgotten one of Mother Natures laws. For anything to grow it must have light and light comes from the sun. Some of the younger fairies started to cry and I felt sorry for them all and proposed that we build anew garden where it was light and no trees could shut out the sunlight. Soon we had our new garden it was exactly the same as my back garden and in a few weeks there were plants and vegetables growing with lots of flowers. Indeed it looked just like my own back garden and we all went away happy. The fairies now know that all plants need light, just digging and planting does not work.

A Sack of Potatoes.

I bought a sack of potatoes from the Market down the street.

I thought to hold a surprise baking party just for a Fairy treat.

I built a large fire with wood from around my large old house.

I had help with the preparations from the hands of my Family Mouse.

We built a very large fire and I sprinkled it with some magic dust.

The flames were at first bright and colourful then they turned to rust.

When all the wood was glowing ash and gave off a very good heat,

I called all the little Fairy Folk together for it was time for them all to eat.

The first to arrive were the Leprechauns dressed all in clothing green.

Then soon after appeared Her Royal Majesty, Feeana the Fairy Queen.

Fairies came in two’s and three’s wearing little skirts down to their knees.

Imps dressed in bikinis then arrived each carrying a large tin of peas

On the backs of some frogs came the Pixies excited by my potato feast.

They brought with them home made bread, baked without any yeast.

The daylight then turned to an evening with not a cloud in the skies.

I was indeed very happy for my evening was a complete surprise.

Soon all were clutching baked potatoes in their rather grubby hands.

The Mice brought out coloured lanterns held together with rubber bands.

Soon a merry potato feast with dancing was going on right into the night.

All were excitedly telling me that it was a most wonderful potato night.

Four o’clock in the early morning I went off to my four-poster bed.

Too much dancing and singing had really gone to my poor old head.

I dreamed of a potato feast with green frogs as my favoured guests.

My large family mouse cleaned up the back garden, my am I blessed.

A Shop.

Once or twice a week I go into town to get my shopping, I do not need much, it is mainly for the fresh milk that I use for my endless cups of hot sweet tea that keep me going through the long days. Nothing unusual in that you might think, everyone has to go shopping and buying milk is something that most people do. It is not the shopping that I want to tell you about but the shop in the high street. The shop is a second hand shop but to be kind I will call it an antique shop. All kinds of articles are for sale in its windows, this too is nothing to get excited about there are many such shops all around Great Britain, what makes this shop so special?

Every time I walk past the shop or stop to look at the articles for sale a feeling of deep sadness comes over me and I feel as if I should do something about it. One day the owner of the shop had changed the layout of the goods for sale. Stopping to look at the new arrangement I noticed that at the back of the window an old red dragon about fifty inches high was for sale. The feeling of sadness came over me again this time much stronger, then I distinctly heard a voice crying for help. I looked hard at all that was in the shop window. Just old clothes and a few cups and saucers. A tea pot a collection of various knick knacks and the dragon.

I decided to go into the shop and see whether the call for help really came from the dragon. As I entered the shop a man with a face that I did not trust asked me how he could be of service. I asked to look at the dragon. Reaching behind the curtain he handed me the dragon. The dragon is warm in my hands and I asked what it would cost. “Thirty pounds.” “Thirty,” I said in a very hard voice, “The dragon is badly worn the paint is coming off it and the brass is beginning to show through the red paint. Twenty pounds is my offer, take it or leave it.” I turned to leave the shop. “Twenty pounds and it is yours,” the man said. He wrapped the dragon in an old newspaper and put it in a plastic carrier sack. I wished him a good day and left the shop.

Getting the rest of my shopping I walked home and placed the plastic sack on the kitchen table. I next put away my shopping and turned my attention to the dragon. Ripping off the old newspaper I found the dragon to be warm to the touch and decided to wash the dirt from its surface so that I might better see the details of its making. The warm water much to my surprise washed off the red paint and the dragon was perfect with its scaly skin and its long pointed tail its wings. Drying the dragon with a towel I placed it on the mantelpiece and made myself a cup of sweet tea. As I slowly sipped my tea I glanced at the dragon. A tear was slowly running down its cheek. Yes! The dragon is crying for some reason or other I was not surprised. I remembered the feeling of sadness every time I passed the shop where I bought the dragon. Then the call for help, I should have known. Putting on my coat and outdoor boots I carefully took the dragon into Fairyland. To my surprise I was met by Her Majesty Queen Feeanna, she had been waiting for me. We exchanged greetings and I showed Her Majesty the dragon. “Oh! The poor thing,” said Her Majesty. “He has been through a very rough time.” Waving her magic wand the dragon grew and grew before my eyes. He was huge and Her Majesty told me that he was the last of his kind on earth.

The Welsh Peoples under Morgan, a famous Welsh warrior asked Merlin to place the dragon under a spell so that it might always remain in South Wales. Merlin owed Morgan a favour and turned the dragon into a brass statue. The keeper of the dragon did not like the colour of the dragon and painted it red. The dragon had been in an old country house for some hundreds of years before the house had to be sold and the dragon had been taken and bought by a shopkeeper in England. The dragon is now with its own kind on a planet way out in space. One day perhaps we will meet this other race and then we will have much explaining to do as to why we killed so many dragons.

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