Ryna de Liane's Posts - Soul Star Travelers of Elven World2024-03-29T07:48:52ZRyna de Lianehttps://elvenworld.ning.com/profile/RynadeLianehttps://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/2529799198?profile=RESIZE_48X48&width=48&height=48&crop=1%3A1https://elvenworld.ning.com/profiles/blog/feed?user=29z86u1drtjdu&xn_auth=nolove in the realms of Sidhetag:elvenworld.ning.com,2018-05-01:2735650:BlogPost:550252018-05-01T11:53:47.000ZRyna de Lianehttps://elvenworld.ning.com/profile/RynadeLiane
<p>Willow trees, tipped with young leaves and blossoms of chartreuse and gold, line the creek. Sunlight pours among them, reflecting ripples upon the water. Little violets, purple and white, grow in thickets on the banks, along with wild raspberries and American mandrake. An apple tree, gnarled, stands by the cornfield; it was struck by lightning three years ago during a thunderstorm that spawned both a tornado and a double rainbow. And last night as I drifted off, I glanced out the window. I…</p>
<p>Willow trees, tipped with young leaves and blossoms of chartreuse and gold, line the creek. Sunlight pours among them, reflecting ripples upon the water. Little violets, purple and white, grow in thickets on the banks, along with wild raspberries and American mandrake. An apple tree, gnarled, stands by the cornfield; it was struck by lightning three years ago during a thunderstorm that spawned both a tornado and a double rainbow. And last night as I drifted off, I glanced out the window. I noticed through the willows, a strange light in the northern sky. Blue-white-lavender, spiralling upwards. Like a diamond, or a jellyfish, twisting upwards. Was it a UFO? A Faerie? A portal? A rocket test? </p>
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<p>I don't know but I know this land has been touched by the Elves, I feel it. Eric has BEEN there, actually, once, slipped away to Ljosalfheim, or Agartha, a place lit by green and blue and purple light from within, dark yet luminous, inhabited by tall and fair and graceful beings, similar to humans yet different. They pierced his left ear, welcomed him as one of their kind; you can still feel a spot in his left earlobe where there was once a piercing (which he's never had in physical mundane reality), as if it closed up. He was about 17 when that happened. </p>
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<p>I had a horridly traumatic upbringing, though it seemed to rip the veil off my third eye, pry it open. Most of it due to my mother and aunt. It's very...unsettling?...to realise that my soulmate, with whom I live...is more than happy to love me and take care of me, often in the ways I desperately needed my own family to do so when I was very young. I mean, it goes against virtually all modern secular cold hearted wisdom AND all traditional organised religious claptrap. </p>
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<p>So we bring our practical philosophy to this lonely little world. We just spent our third anniversary working in the garden and planting different flowers and herbs, studying biodynamic agriculture, and baking lembas. He is a furniture designer; I am his mother's caregiver and a homemaker. Our love is dedicated to sharing that which we have found in each other--the last Homely House, now west of the sea--because so many do not have such love. I know, for once I hadn't such love, either. There are many ills such love can heal.</p>
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<p>Now that my heart can safely rest I can turn to more analytical and practical applications of our work. </p>Holy Homemaking.tag:elvenworld.ning.com,2018-04-19:2735650:BlogPost:548842018-04-19T19:00:00.000ZRyna de Lianehttps://elvenworld.ning.com/profile/RynadeLiane
<p>I am grateful to be able to have a job that also allows me to be a full time homemaker, as my work largely keeps me at-home. </p>
<p>I incorporate past life memories and realities into the current life with art, music, handcrafts, and food. This weekend I'm baking lembas for my beloved's birthday. A hearty and rich food that can fill a grown adult human for days, I make it all too infrequently. It is easy to make, I use the recipe from this site.…</p>
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<p>I am grateful to be able to have a job that also allows me to be a full time homemaker, as my work largely keeps me at-home. </p>
<p>I incorporate past life memories and realities into the current life with art, music, handcrafts, and food. This weekend I'm baking lembas for my beloved's birthday. A hearty and rich food that can fill a grown adult human for days, I make it all too infrequently. It is easy to make, I use the recipe from this site.</p>
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<p><a href="http://lotrscrapbook.bookloaf.net/other/recipes.html#lembas">http://lotrscrapbook.bookloaf.net/other/recipes.html#lembas</a></p>
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<p>For ease of reference...here is the recipe. </p>
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<p><span class="postbody">2 ½ cups of flour (I used bread flour but you can use all purpous flour too)<span> </span><br/> 1 tablespoon of baking powder<span> </span><br/> ¼ teaspoon of salt<span> </span><br/> ½ cup of butter<span> </span><br/> 1/3 cup of brown sugar<span> </span><br/> 1 teaspoon of cinnamon<span> </span><br/> ½ teaspoon honey<span> </span><br/> 2/3 cup of heavy whipping cream<span> </span><br/> ½ teaspoon of vanilla<span> </span><br/> <br/> <br/> Preheat oven to 425°F. Mix the flour, baking powder and salt into a large bowl. Add the butter and mix well till fine granules (easiest way is with an electric mixer). Then add the sugar and cinnamon, and mix them thoroughly. Finally add the cream, honey, and vanilla and stir until a nice, thick dough forms.<span> </span><br/> <br/> Roll the dough out about 1/2 in thickness. Cut out 3-inch squares and transfer the dough to a cookie sheet.Criss-cross each square from corner-to-corner with a knife, lightly (not cutting through the dough). Bake for about 12 minutes or more (depending on the thickness of the bread) until it is set and lightly golden.<span> </span><br/> <br/> Let cool completely before eating, this bread tastes better room temperature and dry. Also for more flavor you can add more cinnamon or other spices.<br/></span></p>
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<div align="right" style="text-align: left;">(I prefer to use 1 and 1/2 cups all purpose flour, and 1 cup buckwheat flour, or a 1/2 cup buckwheat and a 1/2 cup rye flours...buckwheat is an ingredient featuring in many bizarre encounters with the Sidhe and otherworldly beings. I also like using interesting or unusual flavours, like dried lavender and violet and rose flowers and food grade oil or extracts. Lavender imparts a pale purplish blue colour to lembas, rose a pale pink, and violet a light bluish hue. Finally if you haven't mallorn leaves--which you won't unless you travel to the Laurisilva forests of Macaronesia and find a big enough laurel leaf to wrap each lembas individually, and I doubt that modernity has left much in the way of the old forests--just put them in an airtight container.)</div>
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<div align="right" style="text-align: left;">This is a kind of magick, you might call it manifestation, but in our terms, it is the Second Music of the Ainur. We create, now, we take words and turn them into reality. We are crafters of our own reality, thus...and it's a pretty delicious one.</div>Past Life Memoriestag:elvenworld.ning.com,2018-04-19:2735650:BlogPost:547422018-04-19T18:23:11.000ZRyna de Lianehttps://elvenworld.ning.com/profile/RynadeLiane
<p>There are several lives I recall.</p>
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<p>The most recent was in the mid/late 1800s it appears. I only recall fragments. I seem to have been Amish, or perhaps Mennonite, and a 'mere housewife'. It was a very peaceful life, seems to have most likely been in Pennsylvania. It was an uneventful but yet very influential life--I still love the culture and crafts. It would not surprise me if my <em>fea</em>, my Spirit, incarnated within the <em>hroa </em>or body of my soulmate's ancestors,…</p>
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<p>The most recent was in the mid/late 1800s it appears. I only recall fragments. I seem to have been Amish, or perhaps Mennonite, and a 'mere housewife'. It was a very peaceful life, seems to have most likely been in Pennsylvania. It was an uneventful but yet very influential life--I still love the culture and crafts. It would not surprise me if my <em>fea</em>, my Spirit, incarnated within the <em>hroa </em>or body of my soulmate's ancestors, who emigrated here from the Black Forest in Germany, from Wales, and from southern France--the Mennonites actually had larger numbers in Switzerland (upon which Tolkien supposedly modelled our home, Imladris...<em>supposedly</em>, that is...) and in France (in Cathar territory, curiously).</p>
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<p>Prior to that...a life in Ancient Egypt, or Kemet as it was called...was much more...painful.</p>
<p>I was some sort of priestess, in the 6th century, wholly Human. My loved one, my soulmate, he was of Elvenkind, or something between an Angel and an Elf. Tall, willowy, slender. The Seleucids were in charge, and the area I lived was of a radically anti-Elf perspective.* He was badly injured by people with such bigotry and I healed him. We fell in love, him so tall and dainty and pale and delicate, myself short and swarthy and of a sturdy north African genetic admixture with dark reddish brown skin and wavy, crinkly, rust-coloured hair and gray eyes. We wanted to flee Kemet, to a far off land where his kind were still respected if not loved, close to his ancestors. A mob of angry folk cut off our escape route, and in my effort to protect him I was killed--two fatal stab wounds to my abdomen, a sword to the lower right and a dagger to the mid-upper left. I bled to death, fading into blackness in his arms.</p>
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<p>And prior to that...a fragment of a memory, really, but it is something akin to Lord of the Rings. The aftermath of a war being a massive flood, our home was somewhere in what is now Europe. A forest in the mountains, a palace hidden from the world. But now it lies beneath a lake, I suspect. That palace was where I...re-materialised? I was already "dead", so to speak; something had happened to my body. But I re-materialised, to where my love was. He was someone much akin to Elrond, I was someone much akin to Celebrian. I embraced him, knowing that the destruction of evil sadly had its own repercussions, and we were washed away, as the last great flood swept clean much of Europe, creating the Mediterranean Sea, followed by awful desertification of vast areas once controlled by the one I shall not even mention. We returned to the All, in that deluge. </p>
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<p>Now, reborn in our own family bloodlines, we are addressing some of those old wounds. We are repairing our love and beginning anew...</p>Of the Azores, Atlantis, and Numenortag:elvenworld.ning.com,2018-04-19:2735650:BlogPost:546712018-04-19T17:00:00.000ZRyna de Lianehttps://elvenworld.ning.com/profile/RynadeLiane
<p>So I'm of direct Azorean maternal mitochondrial descent--my mother's mother is full blood Azorean from Sao Miguel. I grew up with her telling me that the Azores was all that remains of Atlantis. </p>
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<p>A few nights ago my soulmate and I were looking up some images from the Silmarillion, as we're both Elves and learning a lot about the ancient hidden history of our world (Arda) prior to the present, late-Fourth Age. I looked at a map of Numenor...…</p>
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<p>So I'm of direct Azorean maternal mitochondrial descent--my mother's mother is full blood Azorean from Sao Miguel. I grew up with her telling me that the Azores was all that remains of Atlantis. </p>
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<p>A few nights ago my soulmate and I were looking up some images from the Silmarillion, as we're both Elves and learning a lot about the ancient hidden history of our world (Arda) prior to the present, late-Fourth Age. I looked at a map of Numenor...</p>
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<p>...and it occurred to me I'd seen that shape before. But where?</p>
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<p>I thought back to a few days before when I was reading up on the pyramid found at the bottom of the sea, between Sao Miguel (where my grandmother was born!) and Terceira, so off I went to examine the pictures once more...</p>
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<p>If you look carefully you will see the exact same, five-pointed-star shape. </p>
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<p>What is intriguing is that Meneltarma--the Holy Mountain of the Valar--was at the centre of Numenor, exactly analogous to where this crystal 'pyramid' was located off the coast of the Azores. Only the mighty birds of Manwe, like eagles or falcons, flew near the pinnacle of Meneltarma. The meaning of the name of the island chain even means "falcon".</p>
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<p>Sao Miguel is equivalent to Hyarrostar, the forested region that supplied Numenorean shipbuilders with wood. And in reality, Sao Miguel was at one point heavily forested by Laurisilva forests--evergreen, broadleaf, temperate rainforests of laurel. Some laurel forests still exist there, though not many. It is a tragedy...</p>