JANETLILY
I've always been in love with arts and crafts. When I had my 2nd Stroke at the age of 50 from a brain Tumor. I wanted to keep my brain active. I also I started to make jewellery. and never looked back. I love making people happy. I hope you love my designs, I also suffer from arthritis and fibromyalgia, which affects the muscles and joints. I am 56 with18 grandchildren.•*¨*•.¸¸¸.•*¨*•☆
I asked JanetLily to share a Halloween memory and some pictures with us for the event...
Dana, Halloween is the best party we have, all the family get together. I allways make the cake. Here is last years cake I made. And some family photos, We all go trick a treating, The childen get loads of candy....We all have loads of fun playing Halloween games.
Yum!
Fun with the family.
And more fun!
What time should we come over?
And now some lovely pictures
from JanetLilly's shop.
witches-cauldron-pentagram
Hail and welcome, I have used gorgeous vintage glass beads in wonderful shades of deep green one of mother natures most beautiful colors these glass beads have little black lines in them. Beaded with faceted French jet glass beads,I have hand wrapped each bead onto a silver plated link,The Wicca Pendant has a image of a stunning witch she is wearing a celtic pentagram symbolises the endless intertwining of life with the circle of infinity shes making magic in her couldron this image as been transferred onto white glitter fimo and highly glazed. The size of the pendant without the beads is approx 1inch width and approx 1.5 inch length.
This necklace is 22ins long finished off with a vintage silver barrle clasp. A unique piece of jewellery A great addition to any jewellery box
Brightest Blessings
The Witches Creed
Hear now the words of the witches,
The secrets we hid in the night,
When dark was our destiny's pathway,
That now we bring forth into light.
Mysterious water and fire,
The earth and the wide-ranging air,
By hidden quintessence we know them,
And will and keep silent and dare.
The birth and rebirth of all nature,
The passing of winter and spring,
We share with the life universal,
Rejoice in the magical ring.
Four times in the year the Great Sabbat
Returns, and the witches are seen
At Lammas and Candlemas dancing,
On May Eve and old Hallowe'en.
When day-time and night-time are equal,
When sun is at greatest and least,
The four Lesser Sabbats are summoned,
And Witches gather in feast.
Thirteen silver moons in a year are,
Thirteen is the coven's array.
Thirteen times at Esbat make merry,
For each golden year and a day.
The power that was passed down the age,
Each time between woman and man,
Each century unto the other,
Ere time and the ages began.
When drawn is the magical circle,
By sword or athame of power,
Its compass between two worlds lies,
In land of the shades for that hour.
This world has no right then to know it.
And world of beyond will tell naught.
The oldest of Gods are invoked there,
The Great Work of magic is wrought.
For the two are mystical pillars,
That stand at the gate of the shrine,
And two are the powers of nature,
The forms and the forces divine.
The dark and the light in succession,
The opposites each unto each,
Shown forth as a God and a Goddess:
Of this our ancestors teach.
By night he's the wild winds rider,
The Horn'd One, the Lord of the Shades.
By day he's the King of the Woodland,
The dweller in green forest glades.
She is youthful or old as she pleases,
She sails the torn clouds in her barque,
The bright silver lady of midnight,
The crone who weaves spells in the dark.
The master and mistress of magic,
That dwell in the deeps of the mind,
Immortal and ever-renewing,
With power to free or to bind.
So drink the good wine to the Old Gods,
And Dance and make love in their praise,
Till Elphame's fair land shall receive us
In peace at the end of our days.
And Do What You Will be the challenge,
So be it Love that harms none,
For this is the only commandment.
By Magic of old, be it done!
This necklace is 22ins long finished off with a vintage silver barrle clasp. A unique piece of jewellery A great addition to any jewellery box
Brightest Blessings
The Witches Creed
Hear now the words of the witches,
The secrets we hid in the night,
When dark was our destiny's pathway,
That now we bring forth into light.
Mysterious water and fire,
The earth and the wide-ranging air,
By hidden quintessence we know them,
And will and keep silent and dare.
The birth and rebirth of all nature,
The passing of winter and spring,
We share with the life universal,
Rejoice in the magical ring.
Four times in the year the Great Sabbat
Returns, and the witches are seen
At Lammas and Candlemas dancing,
On May Eve and old Hallowe'en.
When day-time and night-time are equal,
When sun is at greatest and least,
The four Lesser Sabbats are summoned,
And Witches gather in feast.
Thirteen silver moons in a year are,
Thirteen is the coven's array.
Thirteen times at Esbat make merry,
For each golden year and a day.
The power that was passed down the age,
Each time between woman and man,
Each century unto the other,
Ere time and the ages began.
When drawn is the magical circle,
By sword or athame of power,
Its compass between two worlds lies,
In land of the shades for that hour.
This world has no right then to know it.
And world of beyond will tell naught.
The oldest of Gods are invoked there,
The Great Work of magic is wrought.
For the two are mystical pillars,
That stand at the gate of the shrine,
And two are the powers of nature,
The forms and the forces divine.
The dark and the light in succession,
The opposites each unto each,
Shown forth as a God and a Goddess:
Of this our ancestors teach.
By night he's the wild winds rider,
The Horn'd One, the Lord of the Shades.
By day he's the King of the Woodland,
The dweller in green forest glades.
She is youthful or old as she pleases,
She sails the torn clouds in her barque,
The bright silver lady of midnight,
The crone who weaves spells in the dark.
The master and mistress of magic,
That dwell in the deeps of the mind,
Immortal and ever-renewing,
With power to free or to bind.
So drink the good wine to the Old Gods,
And Dance and make love in their praise,
Till Elphame's fair land shall receive us
In peace at the end of our days.
And Do What You Will be the challenge,
So be it Love that harms none,
For this is the only commandment.
By Magic of old, be it done!
i trust the tweet & twitter entries aren't mandatory as that would eliminate me from all of the giveaways automatically: i don't own a cell phone! i shared this post on g+, btw.
ReplyDeleteme too^^ and no twitter no facebook
ReplyDeletemy favorite piece is Silver Rose Swarovski Crystal Necklace
thanks for the giveaway international ( so few were)
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