tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40875385988621638832024-02-06T23:57:04.431-08:00"'♥_AIr_'♥"☺air☺http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272141022986165703noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4087538598862163883.post-15485930410686530532010-02-11T16:30:00.000-08:002010-02-23T16:15:50.002-08:00♥oRiGiN Of FaRiEs♥<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.picture-scrap.com/glitter_graphics/angels_graphics/angels_fairy_graphics_07.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 505px;" src="http://www.picture-scrap.com/glitter_graphics/angels_graphics/angels_fairy_graphics_07.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a> </div><div id="main"><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div id="main-content"><h2 style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: webdings; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: normal;font-family:webdings;" id="k-Page-titleHTML-120-h2"><span class="in" style="font-size:180%;">The Origin of Fairies</span></h2><div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"><!-- Text Page Contents --> </div><div class="article"><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"> </div><div class="article-content"><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"><!-- Rich Text Element --> </div><div class="RichTextElement" id="k-Element-richTextHTML-119"><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"> </p><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;" >Fairy tales are pagan or non Christian art form. Their emergence was largely dependent on the social condition of its location of reference. Folk tales were conceived as a solid and imperishable high structured world linked to monarchy in the 15th, 16th and 17th centuries. Everything is confined to a realm without mortals. The stories were usually rooted in an inexplicable desire to overcome oppression and the urgent need to change society. Shaping art forms and their transmissions articulate the voices and interest of the country folk voices and interest in the hope that the tales may provide counsel and moral learning from how they exposed the drive for power of government and church leaders.</span><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"> </div><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;" > </span><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"> </div><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;" ><br /> The Catholic Church offered an explanation of the fairies origin. Fairies were believed to be the fallen angels that were cast to earth as punishment (Taylor & Beauregard 2003). They then live a different supernatural sphere apart from humans but very well have the ability to interfere with human affairs for their good or bad intentions. Their dwelling place is upon the earth and inside the earth. Therefore they coexist with the humans. Some people believes that fairies are the souls of the dead who wanders in Netherland because they are taken as in-between like not too good enough to enter heaven or too bad to go to hell. Some culture also believes that they were ancestors of ancient pagan gods or nature spirits that have the ability to populate all places and things. Fairies were known to have originated in the Celtic and Norse regions.</span><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"> </div><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"> </div><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;" > I n Wales, people believe fairies to be a race of invisible spiritual beings. The Irish believes fairies are descendants of the Tuatha De Danaan or People of the Goddess Dana who were known to be skilled in magic. Fairy tales are mixed versions of the possible and the impossible. It tells a little of fancy and a little of fact because in the stories were incorporations of large residuum of real occurrences. In the highlands of Wales and Cornwall, fairies qualify to be some special kind of dead (Briggs 1967). They were believed to be those who were killed before their time and spend their waiting time in fairyland until their allotted time of death. Sometimes they were referred to as spirit of the extinct races. Pisgies were thought to be the spirits of stillborn children while Tylwyth Teg as spirits of prehistoric people. Ireland maintained various accounts of their origin. Cornwall universally regarded them as spirits of the dead. The origin of the fairies was known as the places in which they lived. And there have been evidences of constant communication between them and mortal men. </span><br /></div><!-- /Rich Text Element --></div><!-- article-content --> <!-- article-info --></div><!-- article --> <!-- /Text Page Contents --></div><!-- main-content --> </div><!-- main -->☺air☺http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272141022986165703noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4087538598862163883.post-90670126022686088042010-02-11T00:34:00.000-08:002010-02-11T00:47:23.189-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/197901/Friendship-Fairy-Glittering-Angel.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height:701px;" src="http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/197901/Friendship-Fairy-Glittering-Angel.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a>☺air☺http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272141022986165703noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4087538598862163883.post-40505110125305953382010-02-11T00:21:00.000-08:002010-02-11T00:33:21.105-08:00♥baBy DoLL wITh LIfE♥<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.texasdolldesigns.com/images/mo/velvettt.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 485px; height: 600px;" src="http://www.texasdolldesigns.com/images/mo/velvettt.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /> A little girl can be sweeter (and badder) <br />oftener than anyone else in the world. She can jitter around, and stomp, <br />and make funny noises that frazzle your nerves,<br /> yet just when you open your mouth she stands <br />there demure with that special look in her eyes. <br />A girl is Innocence playing in the mud,<br /> Beauty standing on its head,<br /> and Motherhood dragging a doll by the foot.<br /><br /> My mother says I didn't open my eyes for eight days <br />after I was born,<br /> but when I did, the first thing I saw was an engagement ring. <br />I was hooked.<br />Every child born into the world is a new thought of God,<br /> an ever-fresh and radiant possibility.<br /><br /> Certain is it that there is no kind of affection <br />so purely angelic as of a father to a daughter. <br />In love to our wives there is desire; to our sons, ambition;<br /> but to our daughters there <br />is something which there are no words to express.☺air☺http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272141022986165703noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4087538598862163883.post-53209307051449567042010-02-11T00:07:00.000-08:002010-02-11T00:16:04.308-08:00♥TrAvElinG aNgEL♥<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://friends18.com/img/fairy/0061.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 700px;" src="http://friends18.com/img/fairy/0061.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />I`ll pray for you guys!<br />I`ll go to the heaven to tell your wishes to god!☺air☺http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272141022986165703noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4087538598862163883.post-28938747168226182752010-02-10T23:41:00.000-08:002010-02-10T23:58:01.516-08:00♥vIoLet lAdY♥<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/484/484967ng4gtgdcsw.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/484/484967ng4gtgdcsw.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">To A Lady With A Withered Violet <br />by Joseph Rodman Drake<br /><br /><br />THOUGH fate upon this faded flower <br />His withering hand has laid, <br />Its odour'd breath defies his power, <br />Its sweets are undecayed. <br /><br />And thus, although thy warbled strains <br />No longer wildly thrill, <br />The memory of the song remains, <br />Its soul is with me still.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span>☺air☺http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272141022986165703noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4087538598862163883.post-43339869138470293732010-02-10T23:21:00.000-08:002010-02-11T16:25:33.638-08:00♥dArK aNgEl♥<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtIrM8h_Wwhxa6iqqo48gpOPSUpXeE_9nG4fk6BZmsqAwXx8bzFCH8YqKQJk4RItWjBQFmdm0doBUL9lu816Jxu5I55N3xBo6DdDzLAy6j-uj1LrpT_YtfBYbOiUWk5pFYF_iKp4AiL-Q/s1600-h/f_DarkAngelSam_4637f17.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtIrM8h_Wwhxa6iqqo48gpOPSUpXeE_9nG4fk6BZmsqAwXx8bzFCH8YqKQJk4RItWjBQFmdm0doBUL9lu816Jxu5I55N3xBo6DdDzLAy6j-uj1LrpT_YtfBYbOiUWk5pFYF_iKp4AiL-Q/s400/f_DarkAngelSam_4637f17.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437145737337098482" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Angel</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">by Jeni French</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Dream lover.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">like a dark angel</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">fallen from the sky</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">looming over me.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Offer me an inviting hand</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Let me reach out to you.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I can feel it...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">The warmth you radiate</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">in you</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">only in you.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">We embrace passionately</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">and melt into each others arms</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Even the darkest moments</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">feel like heavens come alive</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">my cares take to flight</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">my heart starts to soar</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">when I hear you whisper the words,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"I need you...."</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I know its true</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">for I need you too my love.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Two souls become one</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">In a realm no one can venture</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Dark angel</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">my sweet dark angel</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">tell me you will stay</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">give me your fatal silver kiss,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">And let me be with you</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">in the immortal coil of love</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">forever....</span></div>☺air☺http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272141022986165703noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4087538598862163883.post-61536376220791756572010-02-10T23:02:00.000-08:002010-02-10T23:20:37.048-08:00♥Touched By An Angel♥<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRtUhiUo05AmPPBbN8-1zxjUhggccid3UN7HR9sE0qxdy1b2z8yKaOU5vdns0VoWIXkt9DWJxfID9l-RHP5sws9fyWfLxQ_fHfKp8FcbuwV3oljcfZNcmzGAEV2GofFkYLA6H0H8Q7w_M/s1600-h/dinz.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 600px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRtUhiUo05AmPPBbN8-1zxjUhggccid3UN7HR9sE0qxdy1b2z8yKaOU5vdns0VoWIXkt9DWJxfID9l-RHP5sws9fyWfLxQ_fHfKp8FcbuwV3oljcfZNcmzGAEV2GofFkYLA6H0H8Q7w_M/s400/dinz.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436880283958544130" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Touched By An Angel<br /><br />We, unaccustomed to courage<br />exiles from delight<br />live coiled in shells of loneliness<br />until love leaves its high holy temple<br />and comes into our sight<br />to liberate us into life.<br /><br />Love arrives<br />and in its train come ecstasies<br />old memories of pleasure<br />ancient histories of pain.<br />Yet if we are bold,<br />love strikes away the chains of fear<br />from our souls.<br /><br />We are weaned from our timidity<br />In the flush of love's light<br />we dare be brave<br />And suddenly we see<br />that love costs all we are<br />and will ever be.<br />Yet it is only love<br />which sets us free.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span></span>☺air☺http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272141022986165703noreply@blogger.com0