Protected by Magic…

England is a land protected by magic both now and in history,


At the dawn of terror raised by the word Nazi

Casting protection, setting the magic free, so mote it be


In England they danced around the fire, in the magic circle, a gathering of many,


And the words they chanted..

Dont come across the sea, dont come across the sea…’

From within the book of shadows,
the magic arose, and how beautiful the magic in the Pentacle glows

Earth, air, fire, Water, powerful elements of the witches, and the spirit of nature within natures son and daughter

Under a full moons light
The chants of witches, blown into the night

Witches danced against the threat of combat, magic raised to cause enemies to fall flat, worshipped and gazing on is the black Cat

As long as the Ravens in the tower stay, held by magic keeping invasion at bay, England shall never be led astray

Magic blows across the meadows of England until this day, and the spells remain of Morgan le Fay

And the magic grows upon the gentle breeze of a Pendle wind, on Witching hour, when the viel to the spirit world is most thinned

The secret of the ancients tells, The whisper on the wind, ancient wisdom on every page within the book of spells

Oh the beauty of sorcery,  under the moon of 1940, casting magic to keep England free,

The power and chant of many, chanting with positive energy

‘Dont come across the sea, dont come across the sea..’

Vera Lynn – Our Sweetheart…

The tragic news has come that Vera Lynn has died. May she rest in peace.

I feel such sadness. She was a symbol of hope and freedom and kept the spirits going. Her songs and her smile shall never be forgotten.

Vera Lynn is forever our nations sweetheart, the light in darkness and played her part in the war. She deserves a statue.

From wonderful music to wonderful kindness did she inspire this nation and keep the morale up.

She was weaved into the tapestry of this nation and into our hearts with beautiful motivating and beautiful songs which still get played and enjoyed even till this day.

It is like the last of old England has gone and today the nation mourns its sweetheart.

Great songs such as we’ll meet again, Berkeley Square, And bluebirds over the White cliffs of Dover have kept us connected to freedom and romance.

Looking back her songs make the wartime a romantic time when love was in jeopardy she kept the light of love and romance burning.

Thankyou so much Vera for everything you did and the wonderful songs you sung and you are our sweetheart forever.

Goodbye our sweetheart – we’ll meet again…

Dame Vera Lynn may you rest in peace…

The childhood regret…

Once there was a little girl who lived down the street,

and upon a summers evening when I was aged seven she sat on her bike on my drive wearing a yellow tshirt, denim dungarees and trainers on her feet,

a little cute thing and really sweet

Upon this moment I said something wrong, and I remember it and look back with regret
I said a word of which in childhood it should never belong

Upon that evening I innocently called you brown, and upon this moment my mum stepped forward and shouted me down

I didnt mean what I said, It was a silly remark of a young boy and I remember your sad face within that moment in my head

You probably dont remember this moment all them years ago, the years passed by too quickly and places and people did we outgrow, But I am sorry I want you to know

As children we was friends, and within childhood memories this never ends, and I write this poem to make amends,

For a little girl I once knew who used to make me smile, who over the years would come and chat for a while

A little girl who once existed with black frizzy hair and always was kind, and in childhood this can be hard to find

You are one of the names of a yesteryear, and when I return home all the kids are gone who once played here.

From childhood we are now gone and from these streets we no longer play, and you have all grown up into the woman that you are today


But within the shadows of time I shall always have a memory, of a girl who existed in my very own history, I shall always remember the little girl,

I shall always remember –  Tilly

The pendulum of life…

Life is like a pendulum swinging backwards and forwards through time. And now it is swinging backwards…

In history the ancient world achieved such great things and magical wonders of the ancient world. The pendulum swung forward through time and great things happened to humanity. Such as the pyramids etc…

Then what we know as ‘the dark ages’took place as the pendulum swung backwards through time. Technology fell, standards dropped, people became disliked on nationality skin, gender and religion and wars, hatred and disease dominated the planet on a mass scale. The dark ages brought no real advancement on mankind only more of the same. Oppression was king in these times.

Women had no rights, they was second class citizens. They could not drive or vote in political debates and became almost possessions.

Races was categorized on standards and who was the master race in an order chosen by the most dominant. People believed in only their own race as the best.

Religion was strict and other religions frowned upon and anyone believing in anything other than that religious text was guilty of blasphemy.

But then the pendulum swung forward through time. Humanity broke down so many stigmas and social barriers and people became more free and equal. Women had the same rights as men. Racism hit a new all time low and all races was treated the same. All religions was accepted and respected and diversity became the core of life. Kindness and humanity and living became the best way to be.

Technologies reached an all time high within this modern time as the pendulum swings forward in time with great communications and transports and healthcare. Things such as advanced telephones everyone has and the internet which has brought the world together and educated people on mass about different cultures and ways of life and how to be what you want to be.

The world became smaller and people met people that at one time they never would of and would only have the news to know of these people and far away lands. The internet brought in a powerful advancement in the ways of humanity.

People no longer had the news to spread propoganda. They could decide for themselves who and what they didnt like by knowing these people and talking to these people. The mainstream medias power over people weakened. People had become more free than ever before….

But now the signs show that the pendulum of life swings backwards again…

First it has begun with religious extremism becoming more and more common across the globe. Which is spreading fast and there does not seem to be alot happening to stop this oncoming oppression of extremism. Where will it end?

We will see a religion dominate at some point in the next 30 years or so which seeks to oppress minorities, destroy LGBT and push womens freedoms back to a time long ago.

There is now a rise in racism again across the globe. As a child I never knew of any racism for example in football. It had been reduced to nothing and didnt exist. Everyone was equal. But recently there has been a rise of racism again across the globe in all sports and in the streets.

Facist movements and old opinions have re-surfaced and becoming more and more common. Politicians are becoming more and more vocal about certain races. Comments made by leaders have awoken the sleeping eye of the racists and set them free. Populism in this belief has grown and spread into people. Racism is once again on the rise…

Wars have become once again more and more dangerous and brutal and nuclear war has hung on the brink three times in the last five years. USA has locked horns and nuclear war at the press of a button with Iran and North Korea. Nations with dangerous ideologies and agendas have arisen again from the dark ages which all nations for many years had been silent and co-operative with each other for many years suddenly decided to become rogue nations and push the limits of the world.

Hatred has become a common emotion in many. People use social media to vent their hatred and dislike without any reason or cause just simply dislike but no reason for it. The latest dislike and hatred I believe sadly may come towards Chinese people because of the corona virus. But this has become a thing. That people dislike ordinary innocent people simply because of the origins of a virus.

If a black man stabs someone on the news. People jump on it and tag all of his race the same. This is becoming more common on the news and people are jumping on the bandwagon.

The hatred that is spread between example Brexit and remain voters in the UK is phenomeonal. The dislike and the name calling between both is of vile hatred towards each other.

It is the same in USA between Trump supporters and those who oppose him. Suddenly people are being the worse they can be towards each other.

People suddenly hate immigrants and asylum seekers and declare them as criminals. To not want to help them while they flee from war or nations which no longer like them being in that country.

The history books on the shelves begain to repeat themselves…

So going forward as the pendulum swings backwards I can only see old wounds opened again and a new dark ages to emerge.

As the pendulum swings back the mainstream media re-gains control and leads people astray once again….

May the pendulum swing forward again soon…

Le ciel satinè

Le ciel ressemble au satin
Le soleil est le paradis
Le vent murmures

Ici est paradis pour moi
En la nature avec toi

Le vent dans le cheveux
Le soleil en tes yeuxs
Paradis pour moi

J’adore la monde de la dieu
Je sens la paix
Je sens le vent et le murmure de dieu
Je sens ton ame
Je sens le dieu

En moi est paix parce que la natur
Mon ame est en paix aussi

Je voyager à travers les montagnes et sur les lacs sous le ciel de satin

Je cherche pour amour, je me cherche, mon ame rèflèchit sur l’eau

Le mer est calme et le vent est belle
Les oiseux chanson avec mon ame
Je suis en paradis en la natur

Paradise est en toi
Je vive en la coeur de la natur
Sous le ciel
Sous le ciel de belle soleil

Je trouve segesse en la natur
Et belle en la nature
Et amour en la coeur de toi

Merci pour ton ame
Merci pour la vie
Merci le dieu pour toute en ma vie

Just before dawn….

My favourite time of the day is the night sky just before the dawn before the sun begins to rise, there is planets and stars flickering in the skies before my very own eyes.

Its my favourite time of the day, enjoying the beauty from afar of the beautiful morning star.

Here before the dawn is where I enjoy the peace of the world, where angels dance, and there is a beautiful twilight romance

It is beautiful, peaceful and tranquil and paradise from the skies. I bask in such peace and wonder when the world has not yet woken, people have not yet opened up their eyes.

Silence and peace and beauty of nature are here for all to see, here is a glorious time to be awake, beauty of the day before dawn will always be the favourite time of the day to me.

This is a time most people of this world miss. I find this time spiritual and enchanting and peaceful.
It is a beautiful time just before dawn, where peace reigns before a new day is born.

The early morning starlight sky before the sunrise, is the most beautiful part of the day in my eyes.

I look up at the starlight sky of the morning is what I will miss of this world one day.
When I am gone from this beautiful world and can no longer stay. But I shall cross the night skies of the heavens above and flicker away

There are many paradises to be seen within this world and may most people awake to see this beautiful sight, when the morning is here but it is still the night, when the moon hangs in the early morning, giving the last of its beautiful moonlight.

It is the most beautiful in the early morning Autumn sky, when it is my favourite time of the year, enjoying the moon and the stars way up high, enjoying the morning star lighting up my eye

The beautiful part of the day just before dawn, the beauty and peace of the world before a new day is born….

Within darkness….

In life is everything we do and everything we work for pointless if we dont have someone to share it with?

Is it all meaningful and special without someone to experience it with us and to enjoy it with us and be proud in the eyes of others

One day who will appreciate our work and our time and effort if there is no one to remember us and who we was and what we did

Through having people with us and around us is this the best way to immortalise ourselves?

What becomes of the lonely? Those who give life their everything but without a special someone ended with nothing.

It can be so lonely in a room of people. Sometimes you feel so invisible and no one would notice if you left. Sometimes you feel you dont matter at all.

Sometimes it is hard to escape the darkness of our minds. When we get lost and search frantically for a light to lead us out into where we are free.

Sometimes we are our own worse enemies and greatest critics. Where we turn against ourselves and become negative.

Where the horrible words of others throughout our lives come back to haunt us and destroy our mind and happiness.

I sometimes feel like I am in deep water, I am going under the water often and struggling to return to the surface for air and I get air sometimes but I keep going back under and the fight continues to stay above the surface.

I search for my purpose and I often can never find it. I search for who I want to be but a battle of who I want to be and what I should be takes place.

Once the negative gets a grip on you it keeps coming back again and again and again and doesnt chose when or where it just happens.

A battle takes place between my positives and my negatives. But as if with life the positive vibes only come from me but the negatives often are said by others towards me over the years and this is heard again by me in their voice in my mind.

I gaze in the mirror and remember the cruel words of others. I sometimes hate the person staring back at me because of them words. Because of how they made me feel.

I compare myself to others and wonder why I am not like them. I envy others and face shame and embarrassment of myself.

I sometimes focus on my flaws. They become magnified and I begin to wish I had never been born

Then I sometimes feel so trapped in life and how people see me and things I have said and done wrong and my behaviour at times and how I feel out of place or with no place and I just wish I could end it all and leave this life

But it is these demons which motivate me on to achieve my dreams while I can and achieve all I can while I can.

Life for some can be so tough and our minds can be such a dark place to play.

I win many battles against my mind but I often wonder if one day – I will lose the war – but it is a war I shall be victorious….

A Runcorn Ghost….

It was a late September night in 2018 when this event took place. It lasted only seconds but was very strange.

It was on Boston Avenue where it happened where I arrived at a house late on. It was now dark and about 11pm.

The street is quite often empty and you see little people around late at night despite its quite busy location of a daytime on a busy road.

I went to the house and then returned to get something out of the boot. As I approached the boot – the driveway was next to the public footpath next to the road outside the house. The boot faced parked on the drive towards the path and road.

This is when I seen coming towards me a young girl. It was dark and didnt take too much notice of her. But I knew it was a girl from her size roughly of a teenage girl with long hair. I remember she wore earphones and her face was shadowed out. She was about 7 foot away from me.

But apart from that I never looked or took any notice other than the quick glance at her as I turned to the boot with my back now to the road and the path. Because usually of a day or early evening you see dogwalkers and young people on the paths walking along.

I decided to wait until she passed until I opened the boot. I turned and looked around again quick – but there was absolutely nobody there. She had completely vanished….

I looked up and down the road but there was no girl….

She couldnt of gone into another house because her location was too close to me to go into someone elses drive and I would of seen her go down the drive as the fences are low between the houses. But there was absolutely no one about. She had simply dissapeared…

I can still remember it clearly as she came down the path towards me. I can see her shape and hair and length. I remember how the streetlamp lit up around her but her face and most of her front was shadowed out in darkness as Boston Avenue is quite a dark place anyway at night.

But what I do remember since this event which lasted about 5 seconds. From when I first seen her, turned my back and then turned back again and she had vanished – what I remember which I didnt notice at the time – is she had no footsteps.

She literally just came down the path, silently and dissapeared….

I dont know whether anyone else has ever witnessed anything in this area but to me it actually happened and was very strange as I know she couldnt of gone in another house or crossed the road or passed me out of sight within 5 seconds….

I would love to hear from others who have experienced anything strange…

The Others…

This is a true story of what happened to my nana in 2013 and the ghost which plagued her last few months.

Emily was a grand lady. She was 98 years old and had lived a long and happy life. She had 9 children, vast amounts of grandchildren and many great grandchildren. She had lived a long and beautiful life in a happy that she had lived in for 78 years. But all that was about to change….

It began one autumn morning when Emily sat to rest in a chair overlooking the whole living room. She sat and enjoyed the peace. But then she was disturbed…

According to my nana Emily a man entered the room and went into the living room and looked in the mirror….and a woman followed…. Dressed in all black wearing a black veil…. Like she had just been to a funeral…. And sat in my grandmother’s favourite chair… Her face in a fixed gaze… Motionless….

Who was these two strange people my grandmother had been witness to? Within a minute they faded away into thin air…..

The days passed by and there was no strange incidents until a few days later when Emily was sat in her chair in the living room she was watching television when she seen something out of the corner of her eye. She turned to look… Floating across the room towards Emily was – her mother.

Emilys mother had been dead at least 30 years and here she was as a young woman approaching my nana across the living room. Emily recognized the green dress she wore well… The phantom turned and headed through the hall door and vanished. My nana was so convinced she seen her that she stood up and went after her. Shouting her name in a friendly gentle manner as anyone would to their mother… But she was gone… Vanished….

Then events took a deeper and darker turn….

My nana (Emily) was sat in her chair when suddenly a boy appeared….smiling…. And being playful gazing at my nana. There was activity about suddenly of other people. A woman was looking around and a little dog was sniffing about the room as if he had always been there.

But then the atmosphere changed. According to my nana the boys face became fear and the woman dissapeared and a man entered and the child ran chased by the man and they all vanished….

These people then became an ongoing presence in my nana Emilys life.

My aunt Judy went to check on my nana due to these stories circulating amongst the members of the family. But she was nowhere to be found. My aunty searched the house and came lastly to a locked conservatory door… She opened in and there was Emily… Locked in. Emily claims the family locked her in and was looking her in there on the ‘mans’ orders.

What confused my aunty was how had my nana managed to lock herself in from the other side?

This man was an evil and aggressive presence. In the dead of night he was constantly shouting ‘put the light on’ aggressively to Emily leaving her with no sleep.

I went to visit my grandmother myself one day. I entered the hall and I could hear her talking to people. I went in and she was sat talking to someone on the couch. As soon as I entered it stopped and she talked to me instead normal as she always did and didn’t say a word to the person on the sofa. But as soon as I left to go the toilet…. I entered the hall and I heard her say ‘now where was we?… ‘ and the chat had begun again…. It hadn’t been forgotten about. This person hadn’t been forgotten about by my grandmother. It was almost as if they had waited patiently for me to leave…..sat on the sofa… Invisible and silent….

The next door neighbour to my nana Emily rang an aunty of mine that she could hear my nana Emily shouting one night through the wall so she went to investigate….

Emily claims that the boy had awoken my nana up asking for help from the man….then the man had appeared and a battle had begun between Emily and the man involving the boy….. Emily pulled on one arm of the boy and the man on the other…. A struggle took place…..Emily claims the man won and dragged the screaming boy ‘through the wall’. What concerned my aunty was… The carpet was all rucked up where Emilys feet had fought hard and dug deep against an opposing force…..

Things then got a little stranger…

Upon one of the men in my family going to visit Emily to see if she was OK he entered the kitchen… Here Emily had made three cups of tea… One for her, one for him and one for ‘the man’. He picked up the cup which was for ‘the man’ and poured it away down the sink. Then… He tells everyone convincingly…. The kitchen door slammed shut as if someone had slammed it in anger……

The man would often whisper at the end of the bed ‘we’re coming for you’ in a evil way.

I remember the last time I seen my grandmother. It was one Christmas eve. She stood at the bottom of the stairs agitated… Demanding the three people at the top come down at once…..

It was widely believed Emily had dimentia…. But these people… The man, the woman, the child and the dog were continuous up until she died…. The story and the characters and the appearances and descriptions of them never changed….

The future for you

I often look at you and think many things. Such as what will your life be like? What will you become? Will your life be filled with happiness and love? Who will you marry and will you be happy? What is written in the stars for you?

For you eras will end, dreams will end but new beginnings shall arise.

Challenges shall come and challenges shall be overcome. Each struggle shall bring you strength and wisdom.

I shall never forget the beautiful years of innocence I shared with you. How them eyes sparkled and how everything was wonder and how to me you are and was amazing.

These years have been some of the best years of my life and they will stay with me forever. You are as important as oxygen and light up my world like the sun.

I promise to always protect you and to die for you if I must. Afterall some things are so precious they are worth dying for.

When I am gone will you remember me fondly and wisely? May God grant me the honour of watching over you still.

May the world bless you with opportunity and greatness and wisdom. May you take all the chances you deserve.

Always remember to do whats right, so you won’t have to worry about consequences. May you always keep an inner peace which brings freedom.

May you grow to be old and grey. May you be surrounded by the love of many children and grandchildren.

May you find true love and may it last forever….