Western Prairie Scrapbook Paper

WESTERN PRAIRIE SCRAPBOOK PAPER

10 printable digital papers with collaged designs using vintage ephemera of American Indians, Cowboys and Cowgirls in the Wild West of early America. Each design is 8.5 x 11 inches wide. Available in my etsy shop https://www.etsy.com/listing/1440311402/old-west-scrapbook-paper-with-cowboys?

Thunderbird Design

The Thunderbird is a mythological bird spirit originating from different tribes of the first people of America. It is a supernatural being of great strength and creates thunder by flapping its enormous wings and lightning bolts flash out of its powerful light filled eyes. It is sometimes shown as a hawk or eagle or a half-human,  half-bird hybrid. The Thunderbird is a protector of some humans and controls the upper world. It will intervene by throwing lightning bolts down at the evil underworld.

There are petroglyphs and iconography of Thunderbirds dating back 4000 years. The iconography of a Thunderbird is in an X shape. The wings are stretched out, the head is in profile looking either right or left with its feet and legs stretched apart to form an X.

 

Olive Oatman

 

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

Shaman’s World Tree

 Still life with a bear grass and yucca basket with craspedia, pheasant feathers, seed pod, dried flower and stone.

Reading, Jesus the Ultimate Shaman for aiding Christian prayers. I would like to include smudging for protection prayer. I have turkey and pheasant feathers and a willow branch to make a prayer feather wand. 

I used to see myself as a little bit of an art shaman. Using art to walk through different realms in the unconscious and subconscious.  Delving into our own psyche can be a terrifying and horrible thing. That is why taking a higher power with you on your journey is advised. 

Night Prayer for Protection

Landscape Painting

 

John Glover (1767-1849) - Thirlmere - Oil on Canvas

Wikipedia entry about Thirlmere in Cumbria England

 

Do not be conformed to this world

 

“Every group feels strong once it has found a scapegoat.” - Mignon McLaughlin

“Unintelligent people always look for a scapegoat.” - Ernest Bevin

 

Saints & Angels

 

Saints & Angels printable journal kit with 24 printable pages of religious ephemera. 10 journal pages to be folded into 5.5 x 8.5 inches to make a 20 page journal. 346 icons on 8 pages in JPG and PDF format. 8 prayer cards that are 2 x 3 inches. 

5 pages of religious ephemera including vintage art and illustration.

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Bibliomancy

 The Lord thundered out of heaven; the Most High uttered his voice.

He loosed his arrows and scattered them; he hurled thunderbolts and routed them.

The beds of the seas were uncovered, and the foundations of the world laid bare, at your battle cry, O Lord, at the blast of the breath of your nostrils. 

He reached down from on high and grasped me; he drew me out of great waters. 

He delivered me from my strong enemies and from those who hated me; for they were too mighty for me. 

They confronted me in the day of my disaster; but the lord was my support. 

 

Merlin, Female

 
Collage of antique bird illustration using a female Merlin

New Clothing Designs

BLUE HERONS WINDBREAKER 

CELTIC HARES HOODIE

Available in my Etsy Shop

New Bird Junk Journal Kit

PRINTABLE BIRDS KIT 

12 LETTER SIZE PAGES

VINTAGE BIRD ART

DOWNLOAD • PRINT • CREATE

Available for download in my Etsy Shop. 

The Children of Lir

Children of Lir Poster Available in Shop

Poem by Katharine Tynan (1861-1931)

THE CHILDREN OF LIR

Out upon the sand-dunes thrive the coarse long grasses;

Herons standing knee-deep in the brackish pool;
Overhead the sunset fire and flame amasses
And the moon to eastward rises pale and cool.
Rose and green around her, silver-gray and pearly,

Chequered with the black rooks flying home to bed; 
For, to wake at daybreak, birds must couch them early: 
And the day's a long one since the dawn was red.

On the chilly lakelet, in that pleasant gloaming, 
See the sad swans sailing: they shall have no rest:
Never a voice to greet them save the bittern's booming 
Where the ghostly sallows sway against the West. 
'Sister,' saith the gray swan, 'Sister, I am weary,'
Turning to the white swan wet, despairing eyes; 
'O' she saith, 'my young one! O' she saith, 'my dearie !' 
Casts her wings about him with a storm of cries.

Woe for Lir's sweet children whom their vile stepmother 
Glamoured with her witch-spells for a thousand years; 
Died their father raving, on his throne another, 
Blind before the end came from the burning tears. 
Long the swans have wandered over lake and river; 
Gone is all the glory of the race of Lir: 
Gone and long forgotten like a dream of fever: 
But the swans remember the sweet days that were.

Hugh, the black and white swan with the beauteous feathers, 
Fiachra, the black swan with the emerald breast, 
Conn, the youngest, dearest, sheltered in all weathers, 
Him his snow-white sister loves the tenderest. 
These her mother gave her as she lay a-dying;

To her faithful keeping; faithful hath she been, 
With her wings spread o'er them when the tempest's crying, 
And her songs so hopeful when the sky's serene.

Other swans have nests made 'mid the reeds and rushes, 
Lined with downy feathers where the cygnets sleep 
Dreaming, if a bird dreams, till the daylight blushes, 
Then they sail out swiftly on the current deep. 
With the proud swan-father, tall, and strong, and stately, 
And the mild swan-mother, grave with household cares, 
All well-born and comely, all rejoicing greatly: 
Full of honest pleasure is a life like theirs.

But alas ! for my swans with the human nature, 
Sick with human longings, starved for human ties, 
With their hearts all human cramped to a bird's stature. 
And the human weeping in the bird's soft eyes. 
Never shall my swans build nests in some green river, 
Never fly to Southward in the autumn gray, 
Rear no tender children, love no mates for ever; 
Robbed alike of bird's joys and of man's are they.

Babbles Conn the youngest, 'Sister, I remember 
At my father's palace how I went in silk, 
Ate the juicy deer-flesh roasted from the ember, 
Drank from golden goblets my child's draught of milk.

Once I rode a-hunting, laughed to see the hurry, 
Shouted at the ball-play, on the lake did row; 
You had for your beauty gauds that shone so rarely.'
'Peace' saith Fionnuala, 'that was long ago.'

'Sister,' saith Fiachra, 'well do I remember 
How the flaming torches lit the banquet-hall, 
And the fire leapt skyward in the mid-December, 
And among the rushes slept our staghounds tall. 
By our father's right hand you sat shyly gazing, 
Smiling half and sighing, with your eyes a-glow, 
As the bards sang loudly all your beauty praising. '
'Peace,' saith Fionnuala, 'that was long ago.'

'Sister,' then saith Hugh 'most do I remember 
One I called my brother, one, earth's goodliest man, 
Strong as forest oaks are where the wild vines clamber, 
First at feast or hunting, in the battle's van. 
Angus, you were handsome, wise, and true, and tender, 
Loved by every comrade, feared by every foe: 
Low, low, lies your beauty, all forgot your splendour.' 
'Peace,' saith Fionnuala, 'that was long ago.'

Dews are in the clear air and the roselight paling; 
Over sands and sedges shines the evening star;

And the moon's disc lonely high in heaven is sailing; 
Silvered all the spear-heads of the rushes are. 
Housed warm are all things as the night grows colder, 
Water-fowl and sky-fowl dreamless in the nest; 
But the swans go drifting, drooping wing and shoulder 
Cleaving the still water where the fishes rest.

Spiritus Cattus

Small Poster  available unframed in shop

There are two means of refuge from the misery of life - music and cats."

"Cats must have three names - an everyday name, such as Peter; a more particular, dignified name, such as Quaxo, Bombalurina, or Jellylorum; and, thirdly, the name the cat thinks up for himself, his deep and inscrutable singular Name."

Spirit Cat has Patience, Agility, Vigilance, Self-rule, Sight and Intuition.

Spirit Cat T-shirt Version I

Spirit Cat Version II

Parable of the Kingdom

 "You will indeed hear but never understand, and you will indeed see but never percieve." For this peoples heart has grown dull, and with their ears they can barely hear, and their eyes they have closed, lest they should see with their eyes and hear with their ears and understand with their heart and turn, and I would heal them." But blessed are your eyes, for they see, and you ears, for they hear. For truly, I say to you, many prophets and righteous people longed to see what you see, and did not see it, and to hear what you hear, and did not hear it. "Hear then the parable of the sower: When anyone hears the word of the kingdom and does not understand it, the evil one comes and snatches away what has been sown in their heart. his is what was sown along the path. As for what was sown on rocky ground, this is the one who hears the word and immediately receives it, yet he has no root in himself, but endures for a while, and when tribulation or persecution arises on account of thew word, immediately he falls away.