A piece of pure wisdom

I just want to share a beautiful piece of wisdom, found on the new Nightwish album Imaginaerum. So, it's not written by me, it's by the great composer Tuomas Holopainen. Noone will probably read it, but it has great great value to me. I will write about wisdom soon, what is it anyway?

[1. From A Dusty Bookshelf]

[2. All That Great Heart Lying Still]

The nightingale is still locked in the cage
The deep breath I took still poisons my lungs
An old oak sheltering me from the blue
Sun bathing on it's dead frozen leaves

A catnap in the ghost town of my heart
She dreams of storytime and the river ghosts
Of mermaids, of Whitman's and the rude
Raving harlequins, gigantic toys

A song of measong in need
Of a courageous symphony
A verse of mea verse in need
Of a ppure-heart singing me to peace

All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing

All that great heart lying still
In silent suffering
Smiling like a clown until the show has come to an end
What is left for encore
Is the same old dead boy's song
Sung in silence
All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing

A midnight flight into Covington Woods
A princess and a panther by m side
These are Territories I live for
I'd still give mt everything to love you more

[3. Piano Black]

A silent symphony
A hollow opus #1, 2, 3

Sometimes the sky is piano black
Piano black over cleansing waters

Resting pipes, verse of bore
Rusting keys without a door

Sometimes the within is piano black
Piano black over cleansing waters

All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing

[4. Love]
I see a slow, simple youngster by a busy street,
With a begging bowl in his shaking hand.
Trying to smile but hurting infinitely. Nobody notices.
I do, but walk by.

An old man gets naked and kisses a model-doll in his attic
It's half-light and he's in tears.
When he finally comes his eyes are cascading.

I see a beaten dog in a pungent alley. He tries to bite me.
All pride has left his wild eyes.
I wish I had my leg to spare.

A mother visits her son, smiles to him through the bars.
She's never loved him more.

An obese girl enters an elevator with me.
All dressed up fancy, a green butterfly on her neck.
Terribly sweeet perfume deafens me.
She's going to dinner alone.
That makes her even more beautiful.

I see a model's face on a brick wall.
A statue of porcelain perfection beside a violent city kill.
A city that worships flesh.
The first thing I ever heard was a wandering
Man telling his story
It was you, the grass under my bare feet
The campfire in the dead of night
The heavenly black of sky and sea

It was us
Roaming the rainy roads, combing the guilded beaches
Waking up to a new gallery of wonders every morn
Bathing in places no-one's seen before
Shipwrecked on some matt-painted island
Clad in nothing but the surf - beauty's finest robe

Beyond all mortality we are, swinging in the breath of nature
In early air of the dawn of life
A sight to silence the heavens

I want to travel where life travels,
Following it's permanent lead
Where the air tastes like snow music
Where grass smells like fresh-born Eden
I would pass no man, no stranger, no tragedy or rapture
I would bathe in a world of sensation
Love, goodness and simplicity
(While violated and imprisoned by technology)

The thought of my family's graves was the only moment
I used to experience true love
That love remains infintie,
As I'll never be the man my father is

How can you "just be yourself"
When you don't know who you are?
Stop saying "I know how you feel"
How could anyone know how another feels?

Who am I to judge a priest, beggar,
Whore, politician, wrongdoer?
I am, you are, all of them already

Dear child, stop working, go play
Forget every rule
There's no fear in a dream

"Is there a village inside this snowflake?"
- a child asked me
"What's the colour of our lullaby?"

I've never been so close to truth as then
I touched it's silver lining

Death is the winner in any war
Nothing noble in dying for your religion
For your country
For ideology, for faith
For another man, yes

Paper is dead without words
Ink idle without a poem
All the world dead without stories
Without love and disarming beauty

Careless realism costs souls

Ever seen the Lord smile?
Allt he care for the world made Beautiful a sad man?
Why do we still carry a device of torture around our necks?
Oh, how rotten your pre-apocalypse is
All you bible-black fools living over nightmare ground

I see all those empty cradles and wonder
If man will never change

I, too, wish to be a decent manboy but all I am
Is smoke and mirrors
Still given everything, may I be deserving

And there forever remains the change from G to E minor

Love and fantasy,
May

Dream on

It's been a while since I blogged. A lot happened, good stuff mostly. But in this blog, the past isn't important. Since this blog will be about the future. I live in the here and the now pretty much all the time. I do what I think is good for my life, and what will make me happy. I started studying archaelogy 10 weeks ago, and I am really enjoying myself a lot. Me and my love live together in Deventer, and we are very happy. But I can't help to think about the future. I can't help but thinking about the time I finish studying, and having to work a regular job...

No matter how much I love archaeology, I'm simply not made to work a 9 to 5 job, and have people telling me what to do. I do not do well with authority at all. I need to be my own boss. You might say: 'Get a grip, everyone has to work, everyone has to make money.' But I will not allow my life to be led by 'have to-s'. I need my freedom. And I will not forfeit it for anything. I like being my own boss, I'm simply not a follower, but a leader.

So what do I do. Quit my studies and live on the streets? Nah, that's not my plan. What I want for the future is doing what I love to do. Waking up in the morning and doing something I really want to do at that time. I want to leave my mark on this earth (In a not idiot-monkey-poluting-way) Art, music, happiness. I'm thinking as I'm writing, and writing as I'm thinking. Because I know my goal, now it's time to figure out how to get there.

And that is why I will not quit my studies and forfeit everything I have. I know my destination, I need to find my path. It's like a big maze. You run into dead ends, things that don't work out the way you want them to. And you'll see really pretty spots. A big oak in the middle of the maze, like someone who will watch over you and guide you through the maze. I think life is the exact same thing. You meet people who inspire you, and you'll meet people who will dissapoint you. But all lead to that one goal.

But what is that goal? It's leading a happy and free life. Doing what I want. And being my own boss. For me doesn't consist of one thing. You don't have just one thing you like either, do you? So what I want right now:
I would love to work with horses. My own stables with 5 horses or so, which I can use (I don't like that word here, because you don't 'use'animals, but you catch my drift) to help people connect to the earth again (Horses do that  you know...). You could say like, a therapeutic mini-thingy with horses.
Also, I love art. I don't mean the art you see in the common musea nowadays. But art as in, photos. Creating another world, showing beauty, fantasies... Making something that is completely up to you. For a long time I have been interested in how some make-up artists can paint models and make something that doesn't exist in this world. Something new, something from your dreams. But I would also like to model more often. Being the one giving expression to your surroundings and the clothes on your body, the paint on your face. I modelled with a professional big shoot for the first time yesterday, and I really enjoyed it, and decided it's something I want to do more often.
Of course there's all the amazing other art forms too, but this form just grabbed me.
Music, I love music. I don't care what happens, but this has always been in my life. I don't care if I'll ever become a 'professional' (what is a professional anyway?). I just want to keep making music, and I can. Unlike other things, there's nothing I have to do to achieve this goal.
Creativity. I want to make things. I don't know what exactly. I want to make clothes, but I don't know what else. I'll see what comes on my path, and I'll see what will inspire me.

Archaeology. I love it. I want to keep on doing it. But I'm unfit to work a normal scheme every day, and to have to listen to others. I'll see how things work out with this one as well...

For the next four years I will be studying archaelogy. And it will be great. It will be my path, it will be what I need to come to my goal. But eventually, I want to make my dreams come true. And I know they will. The next four years will not be a waste, and they will bring me new dreams, insights and possibilities. I will walk my path with pride and happiness, and I shall take every chance I get to get closer to my dreams. And who knows where that will bring me. I can't wait.

So this is my story for now, but I know everyone has one of their own. Remember what you said what they asked you all those years ago: "What you wanted to become when you grow up?" You would dream away about everything you wanted to do. Remember that! And dream like that! See what you want to do, and see no limitations. Because your dreams can take you anywhere. The world will try to hold you back, but that's ok. They will be the dead ends in your maze. But you'll find a way. Here in Mägíç Lând, dreams are reality. And reality is just a fog. In which I am not seen.

Love and freedom
May the fog(gy) faerie.

Paths

I don't really fully understand the buzz about birthdays. We celebrate each year getting closer to death with presents and too much food. But when we die, everyone is sad... Yet I guess birthdays could also be seen as the survival of another year... Growing up... Being an adult... It sometimes scares me to think about it. But then again, it's just a number. You are as young as you feel, and in my case that means I will never grow up. But whatever the buzz about birthdays is, it is still ncie to have your family and friend together to celebrate. It was my turn to add another year to my life-meter last sunday. It was a nice and calm day with family, friends, and my love. I got some nice presents and a nice addition to my harp-fund. My beautiful fullsicle harp is getting closer and closer.

I also got my dilpoma last friday. It was really weird and official. Going to your teacher, signing the damn paper you worked your ass off for 7 years. Going up on stage, having some words said about you, and then leaving like nothing ever happenend. Like those 7 years were just so you can walk out of that building for the last time. And now, with that piece of paper, you can go on and study to get more pieces of paper... It is weird...

It's like a maze with more paths then you could ever imagine, and everything you do decides which path you will take and where you are going. I like to think of the path in the maze I walk right now, as a barely visible path in the middle of a huge forest surrounded my fairies and things that live as soon as I think about them. I'm not alone on this path, there are more people. My love is there, great people I met along the way of this path are there. And we can here the rumours of the people that walk the main path, a concrete highway far away from the forest we roam. But we can still here them because there are so many people walking this concrete path, building it as they go. But as these people walk this concrete path, we will never stop breaking through the conrete and planting trees and flowers to regain this part of the maze. Before returning to our own little Mägíç lând, to live happy and free, dancing and loving, making music...
As we get older, we roam further and further into the maze. We still walk through the trees, dance, sing, do what we want. But some might be tempted to join the concrete-people. There path is easier to walk, because it's flat concrete in stead of leaves and branches. And you won't have to bother breaking through the concrete anymore to plant the trees and flowers. You won't have to be an outcast anymore and you can join the mass. Sure, you will have to give up some things, but eventually, you will grow old (sure, in a plastic bubble, but hey...). Our litle happy, free fairy group will lose some people to the concrete mass, and we will be sad about it. But really, are those beautiful leaves really that much harder to walk on then the concrete path? Are the beautiful arms of the trees, the branches, really that much of an obstacle? Doesn't it feel great to clear up the concrete after the mass has passed? And is being different, really bad?

I don't think so. I hope you can all keep up with my brain waves and overactive fantasy, but this is how I see it. Some people lose their free, happy, creative spirit as they grow older. They wander from their path to join the concrete mass.
I'm getting older, I'm supposed to be an adult, I am supposed to go earn money and be a good civilian, stop believing in fairies, stop hugging trees and be normal homo sapiens sapiens. I'm supposed to stop being me. But I won't ever do that. I sometimes worry about getting older, but as I said before, it's just a number. I will be a child forever, and stay free. Even if I end up all alone on my little forest path (which I higly doubt), I won't stop being me. And if you can identify with my little forest path, I hope you won't let the modern, grown up, serious world get to you. I hope you will stay with me on that path, and not wander of to the concrete. Be happy, be your crazy self, be free!

Leaves and sunbeams

Forest nymph May

Summer in Mägíç lând

Ahhhh, I got in somewhat of a writers block during the exams, studying all the time and working your ass off in a sweaty enviroment just to get that fucking piece of paper that allows you to escape the schoolprison. But after that, summertime! I've been spending most of my time doing creative stuff outside. Making music, making clothes, playing with my doggie, enjoying my love, reading. I really miss the festivals though, we couldn't make it to Keltfest because one day we were joining our friends from Bats in the Belfry to the lovely city of Monster, for their performance (not to mention the 16 km we walked in stead of 10 m, but when you are with great people, it's all good :)), and on sunday we went to the magical Omnia Poëtree <3 I missed Omnia a lot.

So yeah, no Keltfest, but Midsummerfair soon ^^ I hope a lot of people will be there.

All is well in Mägíç lând, I wish the whole world could be like my little faerie realm... I never watch the news on tv (I barely watch tv anyway), but I very sometimes read it. And to see that people still kill because of someones sexual preferences, or to see that romania wants to kill 3 milion streat dogs... It makes me sad. People take themselves way too seriously. So what if a man loves another man, or a woman loves another woman? Love is beautiful, live and let love. Who cares if a man is with a woman or with a man? It might just be me thinking freely... Or am I really that naïve? I don't think so.

In my Mägíç lând, things aren't that serious. We just love life and celebrate it our way. Hugging trees, talking to animals, dancing with leaves, and just playing with our toys. I love poiing for example! And in summer I love playing with my waterguns. Just the simple things in life~ Humans want to act all serious and complicated, maybe it makes them feel better about themselves or more important. Meanwhile, I'll just continue having fun the child way, the happy way, the free way!

Toys and sunbeams
Mayflower (that also flowers in june)

By the way, don't you just love the picture with this blog? I found it somewhere (not taken by me unfortunately) on the big scary internet.

Time to rest

At the end of one's life, the body can become a mere prison. The mind wants to go on but the body stops. This morning, with my dad by his side supporting him, my grandpa left this life to start his new journey. He left his body behind, and opened his mind to worlds beyond. I like to believe that these are better worlds. Realms of peace and happiness. Grandpa, we will miss you so much, and I hope the pain and the ghosts are gone now. We love you.

The wheel of time rolls on

So it's been a serious while again, but times have been a-changing. Mägíç lând has been invaded, my happy land has been invaded by the demons of misery, There's a lot of movement in life and death is passing by every now and then. Life and death coexisting like the paradox of the Schrödinger's cat. Exactly this is what kept me from writing all these time. School, family drama, studying, people.... it all just drained me of any form of natural energy. Of course it's not all drama, I also got to enjoy the pleassures of life in making music, sitting around fires, being creative with dreadlocks, enjoying life with friends. But sometimes the negatives are so overwhelming, that you fee like your life is being lived by it. And that is why I'm writing you a blog at this ridiculous time.

I'm not going to tell you everything that happened, it's just a long never ending tale of drama, and probably not interesting at all. But I'll tell the core to get to what I want to make clear.
My grandma had a severe stroke this november. My grandpa has a severe form of cancer, it's terminal. My grandma is one of the strongest women ever, and a great example to me. She never gives up, even though they didn't think that after het stroke she would wake up from het coma. But she did, and she in a carehome, fighting her way through all what's holding her back. She never fails to smile when anyone she knows comes to visit, and she is still the beautiful, smart and brave woman she always was. My grandpa is the most stubborn person I know. He was living at home as long as he possibly could, but last week disaster struck. He is in a lot of pain, got medicins, and started hallucinating. He sees things like cats, dogs, rabbits, paintings coming at him, knights, but also my little sister and me... So eventually, when he again called us so confused, not knowing where he was or where his wife (my grandma, of course) was, we decided it's time for him to go to the hospice, a place where only terminally ill people are.
But still, he calls us every morning at 6, mad at us, why did we put him there? This place is no good, he always says. But it is, it's the best that is out there for him...

To be honest, it's hard not to get mad at my grandpa, for the things he do. But of course I'm not, thinking about his situation. Sometimes your body is nothing more than something unwilling you have to drag around. So, is it any good that humans live this long, through all of their pains and deaths all around them. Is it really a positive thing, that we can extend lifes far beyond the age that's good for us. In the past, people didn't live to see 110, they lived until their bodies started to decline. They didn't have medic ins, and died without suffering a lot on beforehand and having to go to some kind of hospital or carehome, just to die there. But then, on the other hand, it still is your family. Of course you don't want them to die, you would miss them... But now more then ever, I see how selfish this is. You shouldn't keep people alive with medicins and such, making them into some kind of zombie, just so we can visited them and pretend like nothing happened. It would've been so much better if there was just no chance of people getting this old, and they would just die peacefully when the time si there.

But in this case, it just happened. They are still alive and we love our grandparents, and we want to take care of them until they can leave their flesh barriere behind them and rejoin in better places (I like to believe that what's beyond this life, is better than this world).

Life can ironically drain you of any lifepowers in you. In some cases, you can't help this from happening. So when it happens, be sure to take go care of yourself. Do things you like, in my case I go to the forest make music, and talk to the amazing friends I have, who are always there for me. New friends, old friends, and of course my love. Unfortunately, for me it's also final-exams time, which makes it harder to do this. But I found out that focussing on that goal of passing my exams so I can escape my school, is also a good way to take my mind of things. So if you are in a situation like this, or any situation in which you feel lived and drained, try to take your time to live your life, because it helps you to get on track again. Crying is good, but in the end, just crying gets you nowhere.

I'm going to clean up Mägíç lând now. Birds will sing, flowers will blossom, trees will grow, and we will live. Life is good, it just sometimes has its weird ways of testing you. The goal is to keep breathing, keep living, and to never stop dancing and singing.

Oh yeah, on a happier note, who will be at Castlefest this year? We will of course be there, and because of the great group of people I met last year on camping Vogelzang, we'll be sleeping there again (the Castlefest camping seems kind of lame, with all of those rules. We like to make music deep into the night, drink with friends, enjoy a variety of good stuff, and just have fun with friend you might not see that often). I'm really looking forward to it! I miss my home, besides Mägíç lând.

Thanks for reading this, it helped me a lot to write it off. And to know that all of you are out there, and together we make a world within this world. A world where people know that fairies exist, and where people live together, in perfect harmony.

Love and hugs
Mayflower

Butterflies and sunbeams

Hello fellow weirdos (that's a good thing!)

I've been gone for a while again. The weather is still beautiful and I am in the last phase of escaping my schoolprison, so things have been busy here inside and out Mägíç lând. But this weekend was the Elf Fantasy Fair once again. My first fair ever, and it's still great. It's claimed to become a bit more comercial, and I absolutely agree with that. But this year some huge improvements have been made (like yummi yummi food!) and it's usually the first fair of the fair season again. It's just really great to see all those wonderful people, see old and new friends, hear beautiful music, just the whole heya heya feeling. My love actually got me a mouthharp! And I bought a headband from a friend, who has a great webshop.  I'm so happy <3. We feel so at home between all those non socially accepted 'weird' people. I love it. We saw a beautiful young band's fair-premiere (great job Aero Fragment!), we walked, we enjoyed nature, we enjoyed the people, the beautiful goods they were selling, and a great band named Schelmish. My love, his brother, my long time dear friend Simone and me really enjoyed. And that's what it's all about, right? Just having a good old time with friends, music, love. Hmmm. I don't know about you but I get yelled at when I'm walking the streets a LOT. Hippie, gothic. It makes me laugh. Because you know? Those people will neither ever be welcome, nor ever find out about the world that I, and with me a lot of fellow weirdos, live in. I really believe, and I know not everyone will agree with me, that those people will never be as happy as I am even in my saddest days. Because most of them are just dead. Doing what they're asked to do, thinking what they're meant to think. They are born, they study, they work, they die. No movement... That seems to be the normal life for them. Maybe they have an illusion of happiness. But being really alive, enjoying life, the real life! Not the life put on us. So sometimes I feel bad for those people, not being able to live, just being mindcontrolled into a secluded place of fake happiness and slavery... Of course not everyone is like that, but when I look around I see it an awful lot. But then I see what these people do to these world... How obvious all the horrible things are that the homo sapiens sapiens is doing to this earth. How can you not see that? I guess the eye sees what it wants to see... It makes me mad. But then, no matter how horrible the outside world is, together with my Mägíç lând there are tonnes of bigger places. Festivals, fests, with mostly great people. Who (well most of them, of course) are still able to live their own lifes, to think for themselfs. And then we celebrate life the real way. Together, in harmony with nature. Let's never forget that how bad things get, we still have each other. And let's never stop celebrating life and harmony.

Music and rainbows  (Spot the Aero lyrics in this blog x3)

Happyfairy May

In the summertime...

Well, actually of course it is still spring. But after a short getaway the sun is back and shining gracefully. It's been a while since I posted here, but I was soooo busy! Apart from doing all kinds of stuff in Mägíç lând, I had a testweek at school. So that meant studying a lot and doing all kinds of boring stuff to eventually get the fuck out of there, really, that's the motivation to keep doing it. Because when I quit now, I will hurt so many people, and even though the short term freedom would make me happy, after that there would be so much bullshit. So wednesday my love and I enjoyed the sun by taking my sweet doggy Morris to a local small lake near my house. Morris swam, we were cold in the water, we played, we sat, we enjoyed, hmmmmm. It was exactly what I needed after those bad weeks of studying. I've also been busy with music. I play the electric guitar in a all girl rockband called Lucid Dream, and after the usual performance break during the end-beginning of the year, we started up again and it was great :) (by the way, we are looking for a new female drummer, if you are/know a female drummer and you want to join a great female rock-cover band, please contact me !),

But lately I've also been doing something else. Something I thought I would never do but somethign I enjoy a lot! And that's singing in a new band. My love, his brother, and me started a new band called Seed. The genre is hard to defy, but we hope to have some recordings up on youtube soon, so you can hear it. The instruments we use are; all the flutes that are out there (Koen), bohran and soon didgeridoo (Lars), bouzouki, guitar, and hopefulle somewhere soon harp (May), and we all sing and use different singing techniques (Overtone, troath singing, stuff like that).

This turned out to be more like a heya heya dear diary story, but all is fine in Mägíç lând. The sun is shining, and so are love and music. School is almost over and this vacation I got invited to join my love and his family in their vacation to Scotland, which is absolutely a dream come true. I can't wait! I understand that it's really not that interesting to read about what I do, so soon I will write more (hopefully interesting) stories about my view on everything, because that is what this blog is intended for of course. I really like discussing with people about what I wrote afterwards as well. So don't be shy to let me know your view please! But I know you aren't. And now, I think I'm going to poi!

Lots of love and poidancing,
May, lady of the lake.

Oh by the way, the picture you see here is in a contect from the lovely Hat's and Dreads, voting will start in a week or so, if you like this picture please vote for it, and if you like another one better, vote for that one ;)!

Spring!

So happy May is sitting in the grass right now, the sun is shining, the birds are singing, the trees are happy and so am I. Who needs all those expensive modern things, isn't everything we could ever need already provided for? Hmmm, I enjoy these moments so much. I will get my guitar and my bouzouki soon and play some music or listen some music, play with my doggie, dance, look at all kinds of creatures, be silly, I don't know yet, I'll see, just enjoy life. Because life is wonderful if you live it your way :) My doggie is here, enjoying the sun as well, in the pond there are snails, salamanders, bugs (no frogs yet!) Hmmm, life is good. You would almost forget that next week I have tonnes of tests to make for school, and study a lot. But as long as these in my Mägíç lând moments keep existing, I can deal with whatever life trows at me. Tonight we will rock and I will pick up my electric guitar called Yui, and make some music with some of my best friends. Then tomorrow I will get creative with my love, hopefully get some cool stuff to make clothes out of, and also make some music. Then that night is Poëtree with my love and a lot of wonderful people, Steve, Jenny, friends, new friends, hmm, can't wait. Oh yeah, and one of my favourite Japanese bands is coming to Belgium! I'm finally going to see them! I digress, as always. But even though this has turned into some sort of a Dear Diary thing, I just want you to know, life trows shit at you all the time. There are also stupid monkeys ready to come spoil your day.The trick is to not let them do that! They are people who let other people live their lifes, they are caged in like so many animals in this country. Don't let it get to you, because you know what really matters in life (or don't you?). It's love, nature, music, freedom, happiness! So don't let those people spoil you're little Mägíç lând. Just live you're life like you want to. Do what makes you happy. Cherish the people around you that make you happy and whom you love. The people who want to take your freedom will always be there, but you don't have to let them them into your life, remember, you are free! It's your life, not theirs, do what you want. And even is those braindead people sometimes get to you, think of all the good times, the beautiful times with your loved ones, in nature, with whatever makes you happy. Make music, dance it off, enjoy some good plants, make love, be outside, have a drink, whatever you want, whatever makes you happy. Because this is your life, and you get to share it with who, or whatever you want.

There's a little ant on my laptop right now, eating some chocolate I spilled. I'm just going to enjoy the sight of that, dream, and philosophize a bit.

Sunbeams, warmth, and love

Springflower May

Rules

I've never been good with rules. We don't have rules in my little Mägíç lând. You could say, I don't speak human (thanks Omnia, for that great sentence). Today I wanted to write a story about my absence on this storyrealm, about the freedom in my beautifull holiday with beautiful people, nature, and various happy stuff that makes life in the real world a bit more bareable and life in my Mägíç lând even happier. But even though that happy stuff is way more important, I had to get this of my chest first.

You see, we are being caged up like the poor animal slaves in concentration camps calles 'the bio industry'. Like today I experienced again, when I was at the prison called school, from which I shall escape soon. I won't go into the story becausew I don't want to bother you with the utter bullshit humans come up with, but I just want to tell you about the obsession with rules, in this society. You see, do you ever think about the rules, most of them, say 99% are pure utter bullocks. We have to go to school to become good money earning citizens so you can pay all your money to the gouverment so they can buy new wartoys, so they can spend it on developping vaccins for imaginary deseases, so they can build more walls around us and make even more money out of us! Hur-fucking-ray, I feel so safe and protected now...(Insert sarcasm) But then you also have the bullocks in a smaller frame. You have to do all these subjects you don't care about, because it's o so important, you can't wear certain clothing because that is too personal or something, you have to be there at certain times OR ELSE!! Well, in short, rules, bullshit rules, and lots of them. Because why do they want to be so involved in my life. As if there's even a single person in that whole money making bussiness who really cares about teaching me what I 'need to know'. They're all just 'doing their job'. Bunch of brainless monkeys who think they're oh so superiour. It sickens me. (Of course, there's also people who like what they do[in the school bussiness], and really do care about what they do and the future of what they do, but unfortunately, I believe these people are rare). And I also laugh my arse off at these little consulations you have to do. There's this random bloke who I've never met before, who wants to tell me want I should do in the future, how I can make a lot of money', how I can be a productive citizen.  They're still surprised when I tell them I just want to be happy, don't care about making a lot of money, that I just want to make music and go to festival to sell home made stuff... They would try to convince me that I should really aim for something that I could make more money in. So eventually I stopped going to this little counselings. Why do people care so much abour money, just be happy, live in with nature, make music, make love, enjoy the good things in life and live! Anyway, as always, I digress. So, rules. Walls are being build all around us, all the time. But all the time, you have to be busy breaking them down! We have to pay taxes and stuff, and it sucks, but if you can escape rules that are bullshit, do it! Don't be afraid! If you don't think a rule is in any way good, don't obey it! You are not a slave, you can be as free as you want to be. This story is fuzzy as fuck, I know. But it was all in my head and it just had to get out. I'm sure I will adress this subject more often, but for now, it's out of my head.

Love,
Rebel'problemchild' May

Angry world, happy Mägíç lând

My last stories were pretty much all about what's bad about the world, and what happens outside of my Mägíç lând. But how can we live in this world withough going mental in 5 minutes? Because even though I'm very angry at this world and the people in it, there are still these things make life worth living, and all the bullshit surviveable. The Earth is beautiful. Trees, animals, plants, everything. I'm in love with nature. Then there's music, making music, listening music. Actually, it's way more than music, it's a way of life. Wow... That sounds cheesy. And then there are the people. Beautiful people I was lucky enough to meet in the journey of my life. People that share the same feelings and fears. People who understand what this life is really about. Unfortunately, this group of people makes up about 1% of the total world population. And if you're lucky enough, like me, you find the person that is your best friend, your lover, your love. And isn't that what life's all about? Love, music, nature, living! I feel really alive, and it hurts me to see that all these dead monkeys are hurting the planet like they do! If only they could see... Anyway, I digress. This wasn't going to be an angry story, but how can it be helped? It doesn't matter how happy you feel, there's always this thought lurking in the back of your head, about all the animals being tortured right now, how natures is being raped, how humans are being hurt.

But somehow, you have to make this life liveable. And even if all these braindead monkeys who swarm this planet try to capture you or try to conform you, don't let them (As I'm sure you won't)! Live your life, the way you want to. I know it's horrible to see all the people maiming bushes, killing trees, enslaving animals. Don't participate in the raping of our Earth (as, once again, I'm sure you don't). Because there's one thing you can change no matter what, and that's you! Enjoy your life, because there's still way too many beautiful things! I know it's hard sometimes, but eventually, it's all worth it.

Lots of love,
May, happy springfaerie

Voting day, whatta democracy!

So today I get to vote for the first time in my life. Because when you're 18 years old, you're all of the sudden sane enough to pick who you trust your money too. I strongly doubt the theory. You see, most people have not a fucking clue what they're voting for. For example, I was in the bus this weekend. And behind me were to girls, I guess they were around 20 years old. They were discussing what to vote. You would think that's a good thing sometimes, people actually thinking, even though democracy is the biggest joke since humanity. But the way they were discussing what to vote actually scared me. This is how it went (I don't remember the exact 'presents' they got):  'Oh I got a pen from VVD! So they are cool, but one time I got a rose from SP and the other time I didn't so I'm not going to vote for them. And this Groenlinks guy gave me a bag, so I might vote for them, or maybe PVV simply because Geert Wilders is always bullshitted on!' ... Yeah, that was for me a small reminder of the stupidity of humanity, because they do EXACTLY what the politics want them to do. Politics are a joke, but maybe that's normal with most of the people being a fucking joke as well. I'm so happy to live in my little Mägíç lând...
Anyway, democracy. Let the people decide! Whatta plan! Think again. People are played with gifts, tv-commercials, populist leaders who promise to kick out all the black people so we can be safe again! Hur fuckking ray! And what's even worse, people actually fall for it. They're being played from the moment they were born, and they actually fall for it. But anyway, I'm going to support some people who at least try to do something right for this world. I'm voting de partij voor de dieren today, a political party that comes up for the rights of animals. Not that I think anything will chance anyday soon by voting. I rather actually go out there and do something then wait for politics to undertake action.
So I'm going to leave my Mägíç lând today to go into the ridiculous world again, to vote for the animals, the victims of the ridiculous world.
"Democracy... Plutocracy! Well it might fool you but it won't fool me!" (Quote by Steve Sic, Pope of Paganism).
Have a happy day people! Make music, Make love, enjoy every moment, and try to keep rocking the un-free world!
Love, May, spokesperson of madness.

Only trees and me, but for how much longer...

I love trees. I like trees more than I like humans. Trees are real, they are more alive than most humans. But for some reasone, some stuck-up dudes who never hugged a tree in their live always decide it's tree-killing season again. Around the beginning of spring, there is this day I always dread. The day you wake up with the sound of chainsaws, maiming a beautiful tree. The reasons vary from stupid to simply plain idiot. Sometimes they cut of branches 'to keep the treeshealthy'...It's a tree, it's nature, nature is fine without the interference of stupid monkeys thinking they know it all better. Sometimes they cut down whole trees, simply because they are in the way. Or because they have nothing else to do. The poor trees, the poor animals that live inside them... And then you have this reason, where they say 'the roots of the trees are pushing up against the concrete roads, which makes them break'. So what do they do? Just chop it down, good job guys, another creature killed because you worry more about your stupid roads than you do about life. And you know what happens after that? - What May, the road is restored? Nope, they make parking lots on the places where the trees once were, and leave the roots under the road (let's hope this life will once claim back their bloody roads). So yeah, roots pushing op the concrete, my ass. We need more parking lots because everyone needs 1,2 or even 3 of those bloody car thingies. If we could just appreciate life in it's purest form, and wouldn't be so lazy and materialistic... I digress. That's for another story. Just remember, trees are life, trees talk to you, they are wise. So hug a tree once in a while, but only if you really feel it. Trees don't like bullshit.
May (Treefaerie)

Ze stories

This world has gone mad. And I don't mean the good kind of mad. Not this world as in 'this world'. But this world as in 'the people IN this world'. What are we, no, they doing?  If you are like me, and you see things the way I see them (things you might not even see at all!), you know it's hard to survive in today's modern, fast living, money-based, slave society. Well, my thoughts will become clear in my so called blogs. I prefer to call them wild pieces of imagination and thoughts flowing into this screen of doom. These stories will be about music, about love, about nature, about chaos, about everything! But mostly about freedom. Because I refuse to live in this enslaved world. I am free in my own little world called Mägíç lând, sometimes taking trips into the mad (again not the good kind of mad) world that's called modern nowadays. Just to come back to my little place again, where animals,trees, fairies, satyrs, nymphs, fauns, humans and other creatures live together, the people know their roots, music is still real, love is still magical, and the creatures are free. These are the stories from Mägíç lând, and the world outside.

I'not going to write a cheesy introducing story. Who I am, what I do, what I think, will flow from my stories. I will ask some of my magical friends to write something on this little page as well. But beware, we don't speak human.