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Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world,

for I would ride with you upon the wind

and dance upon the mountains like a flame!


W.B. Yeats, The Land of Heart’s Desire


I have some wonderfully fun WordMagical verses to counter the curses embedded in English. And I’ve been wanting to share them with you in ways that are visually and musically unusual and enchanting –– to amplify the HipGnositic effects of my fertile verbal warbling and burbling.

Now, I’m happy to say that I am working with a wonderful animator in Indonesia who is multi-lingual, techno-savvy, creatively gifted and highly supportive of my mystic-linguistic perspective on English. Marlin is eager to help me share my work with a wider world so it can fulfill its ultimate mission: To blaze the trail to a New Word Ardor and thereby empower us collectively to Turn the Tide on the Global See of Consciousness ­­­­–– until it lifts us all to Higher Ground.

Together, this splendid fellow and I have embarked upon a series of videos, the first of which we released on Wednesday night, May 18 (2022). It is a short poem that wrote itself through me –– over 40 years ago –– after I took a toke of cannabis while glancing out a window in an upstairs business office. As you might suspect, I was by myself –– in terms of human companionship. But someone or something else was clearly present within or around me.

The poem sounded to me –– when I recited it aloud upon its completion –– like it must have been written by an ELEMEN-tal being. I could not possibly know at the time who that being might be. And I had no idea that this PreAmble (originally entitled, Admission of Gilt), would be the beginning of a very lengthy, multi-chapter faerieography in verse, entitled, The wRites of Passion of Philomela Nightingale: A Faerie’s Tale.©

wRites of Passion describes the life and times of Philomela, my faerie-identity. Unbeknownst to her, she has taken the opposite journey from Alice, Through the Looking Glass, leaving Wonderland behind to enter the dizzying whirled of BackWord Land.

It is through her pursuit of a zig-zagging brown bat –– rather than a hyper-active White Rabbit –– that Philomela has found her way into the discombobulating Hall of Mirrors formed by the reVERBerating English echo-system. So, taking her cue from the bat’s navigational system, she uses echo-locution to deconstruct English in hopes of finally finding her way back HOME again.

Over the years, I’ve recorded several chapters from this extensive tale and posted them on YouTube. You’ll find them under the titles, Mother Nature’s Human Faerie Emissary, Dreaming Wide Awake, The Essence of Life, MetaFortissimo, and, most recently, Speaking Beauty.

One day soon, I intend to offer the full work to you as an illustrated children’s book for evolving souls –– as well as an elaborate animated tale. There are actually many such poems I have written over the years that deserve their own illustrated book and engaging animation. The process has only just begun and will unfold over time –– more rapidly through the kindness of friends and strangers who choose to support this work on my Patreon page.

Now, without further ado, let me invite you to listen and view PreAmble –– a moment of pleasant respite from the chaos of the outer whirled. It awaits you on my YouTube channel and will soon be followed by many others –– so please stay tuned.

Laurel Airica

My abiding fascination with the English language has enabled me to develop great skill in using it to express ideas that make a positive difference in people’s lives.