Cheeky Blinders

‘On a gathering storm, at 5pm came a handsome man, with a dusty black waistcoat and a red left hand ‘ ~ Kevin ~ (aka Thomas Shelby)

CHEEKY BLINDERS
It had been one hell of a time,
all bets placed, began at Five. 
He’d appeared at the door,
by his looks, he wasn’t sure. 

Our secret planning was ingenious,
our leader has become too serious.
‘Every day is a bonus’ he’s said, 
but turning 65, filled him with dread.

‘I don’t want any fuss’ he’d cried;
we (pinky) promised, we’d comply. 
We love him for so many things;
inherited in family roots he brings.

Charismatic, wise and cool, 
living by working man’s rules.
Conceived and made in Brum, 
with a naturally sarcastic tongue. 

We had been whispering his name, 
like the Gang Star, of Peaky fame.
We didn’t ask for his permission,
to set him up a ‘Blinders’ vision.  

By order of our Brummy gang,
we’d gambled on ‘flat cap’ plans.  
As he blew the candles on his cake,
a huge smile exploded on his face. 

‘Traa a bit loves’, he later quipped, 
my surprise party was a huge hit’ 
It all went off like a shot with a bang, 
he’d loved his Cheeky Blinders gang. 
Victoria Healing ~ 9.5.2022
Cheeky Blinders




fighting together and winning
Image: Our littlest cheeky blinder *Babby (*Baby in Brummy slang)

 

peaky boys jordan oliver and finn 1

You’re all Cheeky Blinders now boys! 

 

peaky finn and zoonie 3

Finn: ‘The first rule about being a Peaky Blinder, is you gotta love animals’ 

 

What makes a Cheeky Blinder?

1. Family comes first.

2. Remember your roots.

3. Look the part. 

 

Thanks to all of our Cheeky Blinders and Babbys on a job well F**king done.

The Gypsy’ Curse

Image: Thomas Shelby. The Peaky Blinders.
THE BLACK PATCH
Roamers, could come and go,
as are the ways of nomad souls.
Free and easy, a simple life,
trading favours, or life advice.

Life on The Patch, was peaceful, 
compared to lives of urban people.
From 1860, it was Romany ground, 
before the lawyers, poked around.

Queen Henty, of Romany tribe,
possessed, all of the land rights. 
Roma caravans, parked in place,
before locals, invaded their space.

Land buyers ran to make a grab,
as big furore of battles were had. 
Allotted to factories and dwellings, 
planned for exploiting and selling.

It was a scam, an unfair eviction, 
Henty swore, an oath of affliction.
‘Do NOT visit ‘Black Patch Park’
especially at night, in the dark. 

An eerie apparition you will see,
this; The Curse of Queen Henty.
It is the haunt of travelling folk,
heed her warning, it is no joke. 

Believe this caution, to be true,
or Henty will creep up on you. 
Victoria Healing ~ 18.4.2022
The Black Patch 
Image: Henty Sentimia Smith

Don’t make Queen Henty turn in her grave.

Queen HENTY (Sentinia Smith), was buried with her husband (in an unmarked gravestone)  in the churchyard of St. Mary’s Church, Handsworth, Birmingham. Henty is said to have placed a curse on anyone who builds over the Black Patch.

The Black Patch Park is where Charles Chaplin was born. The son of Hannah Hill, a Romani-Traveller Woman.

 

‘Free as a breeze, free like a bird in the woodland wild,

free like a gypsy, free like a child’
~ Elyse Sommer. 

 

BLACK PATCH PARK

https://www.birminghammail.co.uk/news/midlands-news/thousands-gypsies-expected-handsworth-memorial-11771797

http://www.woodmanfolk.co.uk/bplyrics/blackpatchpark.htm

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Patch_Park#Gypsy_connection

 

By Order of The Peaky Blinders

I was Inspired to research the history of Romany folk who had lived in Birmingham, after watching ‘The Peaky Blinders’ series. There will always be a special place in my heart, for the Brummy people and the country where I was born that I will always call home.

Romany Heritage

https://screenrant.com/peaky-blinders-shelby-family-romany-heritage-true-story/

 

Time is the great author.

It always writes the perfect ending ~ Charlie Chaplin 

Out of this World

Image: Valerian Entertainment.
Everybody nervous?
Get strapped in and buckle up…! 

OUT OF THIS WORLD
In attraction of the planet, we entered, 
flickering lights, magical in surrender.
In the twists of gravity’s void and fall, 
we were starry, spectral glows of it all.

It seemed only nanoseconds of time, 
as body, mind and spirit, entwined.
The oblivion, in a centrifugal force,
twisting, spinning spheres on course. 

Seemingly ‘Out of this World’ at night, 
multi coloured transition of neon lights. 
Waltzing energy, passions and pleasure.
Topsy turvy; electrically fired treasures.

A little mysterious, a pre-empted risk, 
a state of mind, for an adrenalin fix. 
‘Go on’ she urged, please tell me more,
of creepy Haunted Houses, of doors’

'Glimpsing scary shapes at a distance,
in dread, but focused in our persistence.
Imagining all horrors of skulls and gore, 
tip toeing quietly, but screaming for more’

A sensory barrage of smells and sounds, 
a little dangerous, how thrills were found.   
Sugar candy, popcorn, hot dogs or fries?
tossing soft balls, to win fluffy gala prize. 

Carousels and Giant Teacups of pleasure, 
Ferris Wheel spins in ‘Fun Fair‘ of leisure.
As the Dodgems ‘rolled up’ to Brum town,
‘Fair’ enough, we’d loved, ups and downs. 

From these treasured memories as a kid,
recalling the epic thrills that Fun Fair’s give. 
Victoria Healing ~ 4.4.2022
Out Of This World

How to be happy?

Buy more Fun Fair tickets

It was the Easter FUN FAIR in Stechford, Birmingham, plenty years ago!

*Insert Sad Music*

Then we saw it, now we don’t

The First Fairground Showmen in Stechford, UK.

https://castlebromwichgraveyard.co.uk/the-fair-in-stechford-the-drakeleys-fairground-showmen-and-coal-merchants/ 

http://www.bobwilsonfunfairs.co.uk/

Which, Witch are You?

Image: Elle Magazine. US

First of all

“Witches come in all sizes, ages, colours, and personalities. They’re doctors, computer programmers, teachers, landscapers, bartenders, and flight attendants. The person who cuts your hair or repairs your car might be a witch. Witches can be male or female—” ~Skye Alexander

 

Secrets from the cauldron

You don’t decide to be a witch, you just answer the call 

The Calling
If you were a witch, which witch would you be?
a Kitchen, Craft, Green, Sea, Storm or Solitary?
Do you love the cosmos or chat to the moon?
Can you conjure up lyrics and hum musical tunes?
 
Do you like to swim, cook, or plant seeds?
Can you spell wishing rhymes, or talk to trees?
Do you save herbs, crystals and flowers?
Read tarot cards to invoke seer powers?

Witchery is in the ordinary deeds that you do,
where you find a passion, enchanting through. 
Modern magicians in these current times,
have access to witchery that can be refined. 

Ignore the hocus-pocus of humdrum routine,
there are natural mystical mediums to glean.
You have the whole universe pulsing inside, 
something charming, you should never hide. 

Your temple of earth, casts spell from nature,
don’t let imagination or ingenuity forsake you.
There is nothing creepy, scary, dark or evil, 
only love and good intentions to help people. 

May you work with earth, sea, wind and fire,
charmed with intensity of your hearts desires.
Victoria Healing ~ 18.3.2022
Which Witch are YOU?


 

 

‘The witch knows nothing in this world is supernatural it’s all natural’ ~ Laurie Cabot

 

Please have a seat I’ll be Witcher in a minute

 

Which Witch are You?

https://www.quizony.com/which-witch-are-you/29.html

 

‘The word ‘Witch’ is derived from the word Wit meaning wise’ ~ Clarissa Pinkola Estes Ph D

 

witch which frosted elf valerian

Image: Valerian Entertainment 

 

 

What people think Witches do:

Conjure demons, raise the dead, eat small children, ride on broomsticks

What we really do:

Drink a bunch of tea, use lavender scented everything, light a massive ton of sage and incense. Set off fire alarms, take baths with a bunch of herbs and salt bombs. Buy tons of candles, curse at our tarot cards. Hoard crystals and essential oils.

 

If the boots fit, cackle

Wander Land

Image: Steve Thomas Jones
Wander Land 
Picturing the majestic forests of trees,
all stress was gone and heart put at ease.
Wandering down a path of fond memories,
as a daughter of Welsh descendants.

How could one possibly, simply express, 
those delightful feelings of happiness.
Peaking mountains of the green and wild,
all city life deleted with nature reconciled. 

Precious trips with Mom to visit my Celtic family,
childhood days, made me lighthearted, happy.
The lands of poet; Dylan Thomas and Tom Jones,
and of the glorious golden daffodils back home.

The corner shops, the warmth of hospitality,
seas of blue bells, amidst olde oaks in valley. 
Chopping seas, the cool winding streams, 
in reminiscing; this is what Wales means to me.

Visualising myself amongst these lovely things,
to remember what this memorial day brings.
A reminder of my angelic Mom, now today,
and that it should have been her birthday.

Happy Heavenly Birthday Mom,
time slips by and life has gone on. 
But from our hearts you’ve never gone.

We think about you always,
and we talk about you too.
We have so many happy memories,
but we wish we still had you. 

Always loved, forever missed.
Until we meet again 
2.2.2022

‘Obsessed by our childhood tales, we spend our lives searching for our magic door back to our lost wonder lands ‘

 

‘My beautiful Wales is awash with Bluebells and the odd Daffodil. I think they compliment each other beautifully. Taken at Ten Acre Wood, Margam’ ~ Steve Thomas Jones

Kitchen Witches-ness

Image: Art~Bobbie Berendson. The Witches Gallery

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Kitchen Witches-ness
She descendant of Welsh cunning folk,
her eyes, would be smiling as she spoke.
Amidst the stirring of pot and a tap, tap,
she had a knowing, which herbs to add.

Her magickal wand, a wooden spoon,
a summoning, for the crafting of mood. 
A little sprinkle of this and touch of that,
she’d stand fixated, focused in a trance. 

Aromatic delights, on her altar delicious, 
a kindling up, of her invocation wishes.
After studying her spell books for hours,
her manifestations, we had all devoured.

Infusing potions with her love and intent,
conjuring, divine formulas, she’d invent.
Prayers of light and of the spirits mixed, 
into each blessed and wholesome dish.

She’d chanted ‘You eat with your eyes’
this food be your medicine in disguise. 
Her miracle soup, be a healing chalice, 
bewitching of ingredients when adding.

Family gatherings were divine events,
each banquet, elixirs of her love’s intent.
There’ll never be another like my Mom,
Goddess in witchery, of kitchen kingdom.
 
Hexing her love from heart into hands,
all we were expected to do…
… was wash up the pans!
There will be no better cook than my Mom,
but in our affections, her evocation lives on. 
 Victoria Healing ~ 15.11.2021
Kitchen Witches-ness

Bon Appetit 
In dedication to my Mom, otherwise known as “Cookie” 

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 𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾!╰⊰
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Image: @Joan_de Art

Ye Olde Family Recipe:

Spoonfuls of laughter

a cup of forgiveness

a pinch of hope

a dash of faith

scoops of kindness 

and endless love 

~ White ribbons of peace 

Kitchen Witches Know That Cooking is Magic

Rainbow Catchers

Image: Lovepaperplane ~ Rainbow Tales
Rainbow Catchers 
Their teardrops wouldn’t fall,
in repulse at the chaos of it all.
’They’ revolted against immorality,
frustrated by a man-made reality. 

He knew something had to be done,
and that He was the magickal one. 
His skin, an aura of spectrum light,
*tourmaline* eyes, watching at night.

He glanced back to both sidewise, 
‘We remember you’ they had cried.
Myths and legends had been spread,
that He should be avoided with dread.

Yet he had no claws, scales or spikes,
born within the arc of blue grey abyss.
A vivid image flashed into their minds, 
his heart and theirs, snuggly entwined. 

He whispered “I’ll make this promise, 
to be truthful, kind and always honest.
In the kingdom of karma and past lives,
as we all dwell in the Heaven and skies.

As each of your battles are fought and won,
lessons will be learned and new are begun'
As the sun reflected over watery mists,
a million colours were curved and twist.

It was at that moment, their mood shifted,
remembering that they and all, are gifted. 
Blessings be to our Rainbow Dragons,
crossing bridges, re-colouring our passions. 

We will all find our own serpent at heart,
for this is where our pot of gold starts’
Victoria Healing ~ 9.11.2021 
The Rainbow Dragon 


Image: The Cosmic System 

‘Challenge is a Dragon with a gift in its mouth. Tame the dragon and the gift is yours’ ~ Noella Evans

 

Rainbow Meanings and the Pot of Gold Legend

In Celtic wisdom. Provision, magic, fertility, and prosperity.

https://www.whats-your-sign.com/symbolic-meaning-of-rainbows.html

 

*Tourmaline* Power stone

https://power-spot.me/en/power-stone/dragoneye/

 

Follow your truth with honesty and integrity ~ Anna Stark

https://archangeloracle.com/2017/12/19/rainbow-dragon/

 

 

THE RAINBOW WARRIORS

 

The Rainbow Dragon is comparable with Rainbow Serpent legends in diverse cultures and mythologies.

 Genesis 9:13-1. 13: 14-16.

Everlasting Words

Image: Dylan Thomas Appreciation

Happy Birthday to the greatest Poet of the 20th century. 

Dylan Thomas

Dylan Marlais Thomas was born on this day 27th October (1914) in Swansea, Wales. Thomas was a mystical poet and writer of philosophy, whose works include the poems “Do not go gentle into that good night” Thomas has left an everlasting impact on Welsh culture. He had a distinctive and unique voice and wrote in a way that no-one else could.

IN NUMEROLOGY 

Dylan’s Birthdate 27.10.1914 adds up to Life Path: 25/7

Meaning: Seeks answers. Introspective. Intuitive. Philosophical.  Mystical.

Dylan was strongly intuitive and had prophetic dreams. What others saw in him as intuition was a developed talent of observation and attention to details. He had an alert, energetic mind which always sought new enterprises, ideas and locations. A pioneering spirit and quest for knowledge, brought out the fiery missionary zeal within him. He was a spiritual crusader.

Because solitude is necessary for analysis, he would have felt the need to spend time alone, away from the crowds and in touch with nature.

… And of course poets and writers are all reclusive people. We are all writing to escape, just as readers, are reading to escape. It’s an addiction, its dreadful. We don’t consciously create a poetic style, but there is certain degree of concentration and there’s an element of consciousness, but not self-consciousness and an element of instinct.  Inspiration often comes as an unexpected thing. The real beauty is when you are taken somewhere where you weren’t expecting to go.

THE LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL

I believe the gist of ‘Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night’ is that we should want to get as much living done as we can while we can—that we wring it of every flicker of light before that light dies. What an ingenious use of words.

‘I’ve just had eighteen straight whiskies. I think that’s the record’ ~ Dylan Thomas

A Few Words of a Kind

Poetry is what in a poem makes you laugh, cry, prickle, be silent, makes your toenails twinkle, makes you want to do this or that or nothing, makes you know that you are alone and not alone in the unknown world, that your bliss and suffering is forever shared and forever all your own. All that matters about poetry is the enjoyment of it however tragic it may be all that matters is the eternal movement behind it – the great undercurrent of human grief, folly, pretension, exaltation and ignorance – however unlofty the intention of the poem…” – Dylan Thomas

He lives in the hearts of many even today.

 

History has Dylan dying from drink, but here is another theory

https://www.theguardian.com/uk/2004/nov/27/books.booksnews

Dylan and The Beatles

https://www.discoverdylanthomas.com/22-things-you-didnt-know-about-dylan-thomas

And death shall have no dominion

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dylan_Thomas

Numerology Blueprint

Numerology and the Divine Triangle

Faith Javane and Dusty Bunker

Never-Ending-Verse

Image: Anne Stokes. Once upon a time. Book of Light.
NEVER-ENDING-VERSE 
Come quiet. Come vigilant. Come true.
Come alone, intuit what you should do.
Do not make an effort. Do not stir a thought.
Truth breathes wisdom, in Divinity of all. 

Open heart. unconscious mind.
Listen to the mystical cues you find.
Time is lost and not, as it has been. 
When co creating, with our *Awen*.
 
Milking insights, of primal surrender.
whisperings of Cambrian ancestors.
It’s quite unbelievable and absurd. 
How many ignore their ‘writing’ words.

There be a thread of quivering sound, 
slipping of knots, into stitches around. 
Scribbling sentiments like wild hunters,
or lightening strikes, when it thunders. 

It’s a taste of brilliance, sewn in colours.
Rainbows imposed on top of the other. 
Focus in contemplation. All you will;
when Awen holds your magical quill.

Weavers of Cymru indigenous tales.
Blessed be, our Awenyddion of Wales. 
Victoria Healing ~ 13.10.2021
/!\  Never-Ending-Verse  /!\ 

‘An Awenyddion  studies the different cycles and their place in them and most of all, they try to make the world a better place for themselves and other people.’ ~ Isobel Bird

 

*Awen* (Ah-oo-en) is a Welsh word for “(poetic) inspiration

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Awen

https://druidry.org/resources/awen

 

*Awenyddion*

https://barddos.wordpress.com/bardic-lore/awenyddion/

https://www.druidry.co.uk/awen-the-holy-spirit-of-druidry/

 

‘May the Awen lead you and inspire you as you walk your path’ ~ Order of Bards, Ovates and Druids

 

 

A Fiery Tale

Someone: Dragon’s don’t exist. 
Me: Why? 
Someone: I don’t believe what I can’t see.
Me: You believe in the wind?
Random Person: That’s different
Dragon: Is it?  
~ Pagan, It’s our Path 


A Fiery Tale 
‘Come with me on a journey’ she said,
‘We’ll talk with your heart, not your head’ 
‘You cannot wield it, none of us can,
it’s a conjuring of qi, d’you understand’?

As four elements are delicately weaved,
an unseen fire, fuels sky, earth and sea. 
The *Nwyvre* origin of mental balance,
psychic seer, of emotional challenges. 

In ancient folklore of Brythonic myths, 
*Dewi” is the ch’i of the dragons kiss.
You can’t see the winds flying through,
as in your heart, knows what to do. 

In using the Bards gloves of seduction,
my Dragon came with no instructions. 
‘What’s her name, implored the witch?
where is she now, is there a switch’?

’Her name is ‘Cinder Ella’ she’s the key, 
I didn’t find her, she has re-kindled me. 
The Summoning 

Image: Anne Stokes. Dragon Spirit Conjurer. The Hobbit Hole at Arch Inn

*Nwyvre* (Noo-iy-ruh) ~ Refers to the mental dimension. The life force that is in each of us. The Druids believed the Fire Dragon guards the ‘Inner Fire’ that burns inside our being. Nwyfre is related to the fairy word, which means “sky” or “heaven.”

*Dewi*  ~ Is an ancient Welsh God. The Red Dragon of Wales. Derived from the Pagan God, Dewi. is the official emblem of Wales and was derived from the Great Red Serpent that once represented Dew

The Anglo Saxon word for Dragon means “clear seer”. This implies that the Celts considered the Dragons as prophets and true seers with great wisdom

https://dragondreaming.wordpress.com/celtic-elemental-dragons/

https://whatismyspiritanimal.com/fantasy-mythical-creatures/dragon-symbolism-meaning/#Celtic-Dragon

It is no surprise to discover a Red Dragon on the flag of Wales. The motto roughly translates as ‘the Red Dragon leads us’. Unlike many European tales, Dragons have strong benevolent tendencies, only harming when evil rears its ugly head.