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Angels among Us…

They appear from nowhere, stepping out of the mist along the water’s edge… Wings slightly tattered she stood on the shore, looking out to the gentle infinity of blue. When she looked at me I saw it in her eyes – reflected. She stood there and focused her gazer slowly upon me. Light radiated from her face, the third eye in her forehead, and her flaming hair. I stood silent , gently absorbing her radiance.

 

I  can only be thankful I was there at that moment. I followed her walking along the beach. I watched as she danced, the two of us alone on the shore as the birds swooped around her, like music. we were connected as if by a psychic thread, a while glowing string that pulled me along as she walked….I followed her further, walking through the places no one walks, abandoned warehouses and a shoreline that skirted the grey city as if sh e were a mermaid who had found both feet and wings..

We walked, her movements connected somehow to my heart with that glowing but invisible string pulling me along, as if I could walk over water. I wondered where she was going, and where she would take me; where she lived and if she would walk gently over top the silvery water of the lake. Nothing seemed real and nothing seemed impossible. She looked as if she had walked out of time, stepping through centuries or decades at will, with her black boots and her wings carrying her. Her black coat was long and old. Trimmed with fur and wide skirted, swirling its heavy skirts in the wind as she moved in her joyous circles, its sleeves covering her hands that flashed white like her face. She could have stepped from any time or place… Medieval England, Victorian Ireland, she could have been the original Strega de Buonaventura, or a salem witch… her beauty was rich – half spirit and half earthling.She walked as a spirit among us, half flesh and half an electric being of light , her cells were oscillating wave lengths  filled with rainbows of light. I saw them when I looked into her clear, almost transparent aqua eyes. . The radiance was  blinding.

Darkness was falling quickly. The moon was in perigree, full and about to rise. She was hurrying somewhere, taking me with her.. The lake and city spread before us across the lake. I watched the sun set through the darkness of her silhouetted wings.

Angels appear as messengers, harbingers of change at times when we are most sensitive, when the veils thin and we can  see the angels and spirits that walk amongst us … She  glowed with light and fire, mirroring the sunset.  I watched them both fade as she became a chameleon, her skin slowly merging with the colours in the sky until it turned into darkness, and she disappeared into the early winter night.

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Venus on Fire in the Golden Lake

A new painting is flowing like music, as if pouring out of my hands and my heart. It is like a golden lake. A work in progress, soft coral clouds form a sky on the canvas, painted with layers of paint mixed in thin washes of time.Dull gold gleams as a base somewhere  beneath the reds and creams. Placed there about ten years ago, like time trapped on canvas and preserved, glazes hold floating fragments of gold. Small fires and soft explosions are caught there forever like old loves that continue to smoulder; their beauty never dies, gold in our hearts. Venus is now fully in Chiron’s embrace. I feel them mingled together… the wise teacher and healer and the Goddess of beauty are meeting in the last sign  of Pisces, the fully opened heart, yet they are restricted in their expression and flow by a square from Saturn. Love and compassion merge in their embrace like a joyous lake inviting us to swim in its magical waters healing our collective heart through gentleness. The square to Saturn in Sagittarius enables us now with the concerted effort to speak out, for our beliefs and collective truth – to have heart, the message of Venus in embrace with Chiron and in the realm of Neptune – the message of love.abstrctfirelake3

Clouds of bright gold leaf are forming in the foreground. I see the changes coming in this beautiful inner sky that is unfolding before me and can manipulate them into what I wish to create – into a future  reflection, my own inner sky.  The canvas has been waiting for its completion patiently for years.Now marked by layers of time, a patina is giving its own gift of depth into the background that makes the foreground sing.

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There is a certain degree of possession in painting… I must admit it. It cannot be denied, and is true of most art. The artist can become possessed; obsessed completely by his Muse. Once experienced, the artist seeks the same communion, hungering for the presence  of the Muse, wanting to be once again hers, taken over, like an instrument. Once kissed fully on the lips by the Muse when she comes to him or her, the artist, singer or dancer is never the same. A divine elixir has been tasted. The desire for that sweet essence can become so keen and so subtly invasive that it takes over the human heart with a deep love and yearning. Perhaps this is the secret truth behind the passion of the artist…

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the  seduction of his Muse.


Equinox

TashaGoddessessmallestBooktinyA point of balance between the worlds, day and night and spring and fall; Aries and Libra. Venus conjunct Neptune makes a lovely fog and mist that can be inspiring if we can open to its magic. The Sun enters Aries today and the Earth starts her new year cloaked in these beautiful mists. Idealism is flowing outwards with Neptune in our loving hearts and this is the perfect  moment to stop. Set intentions for the next six months when we will real what we now slowly prepare to sow in the coming spring.The sacred Heart appears as a vision for our inspiration at this time. We can create this utopia in ourselves now if we can only  surrender to this inspiration, and meditate, poised there like butterflies harvesting nectar.  Following our own bliss, we can start gestation, birthing  what we can now dream into being with Venus’s love and the wisdom and healing power of Chiron, poised parallel to  Neptune. Saturn, Venus and Jupiter  now form a T square that when harnessed can create powerful results with focused intent through ritual and magic  Coupled with Saturn’s trine to the Aries Sun, fire signs will once again  be taking focused action. Early Libra and Aries are now about to be transformed by the coming eclipse at 4 degrees Libra, opening a portal to  a new world opening just around the corner as Mercury enters Aries, when we can initiate a new cycle of thought and communication with awakened mind and fresh perspective. .

The image is a recently completed illustration to ” The Alchemist’s Daughter, ”  available as a Kindle book on Amazon.com

http://www.amazon.com/The-Alchemists-Daughter-FLAMEDANCER-Book-ebook/dp/B01073W7RS


The Wolf Princess

Jenniferwolf4cropsmallWilling me towards her, her grey eyes lit the darkness aglow… Snow kept falling steadily all around us. I saw we were not alone… Her companion appeared beside her and fixed his eyes upon me. Looking up I saw a circle of many eyes reflecting the light, behind him. A mantle of grey hung from her shoulders and she wore a crown of white antlers and pearls. She fixed her gaze upon me and suddenly a warm glow entered my blood stream, pulling me deeper into her inner vortex; mesmerizing me in my tracks.

I could feel the eyes of the entire pack gazing with her, all of them blinking in unison; flickers of gold in the night.

It was Embolic. I had come out to pour warm ewe’s milk into the snow to feed the earth for her awakening in the coming spring.  My dreams were in the milk… They were all written on white papers that I had shredded finely. Mixing them with my prayers, I had immersed them in the warm milk sweetened with honey… Wandering out into the night holding my warm pot of milk I searched for an auspicious place to plant my dreams. She had been watching me and following me silently.

With one nod and a sweeping gesture, the pack circled in and surrounded me…

from my new novel ” Arizona,” book five of the fantasy fiction series,”FlameDancer” coming soon… copyright, 2016, all rights reserved…www.natashavon.com


Fallen Angel… Starman…

Fallenangelsm.jpgI could feel him but could not see him. I knew he was close by – as if he was near me and concentrating, thinking of me… guiding me.The world was all grey and the light snow was making everything so hazy I could barely see. It enveloped me its mist of soft cold.The snow and sky merged into a swirl of stars and softness until all I could see was white grey  snow around me. I had to stop… I could feel him calling  me… I looked up into the clouds of winter sky. It opened and I saw a line of glowing stars and knew they were planets… Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter and Saturn… all lined up like a roadway to a vision… I followed the line and I saw him. He was there poised in the sky,merging with the grey and white snow and the Heavens above… A soft haze of light surrounded him like the Aurora Borealis, but all in grey and white…The light glowed and came closer and I no longer felt the cold as he enveloped me in his strong softness. I felt like starlight when he took me in his arms…


FLAMEDANCER – a new fantasy fiction series

My  two novellas are now released and available at Amazon for Kindle. They are unusual love stories about magic, mysticism… and Alchemy. I will be designing the print books next, and am completing, and creating illustrations.

Flamdancer... the series...Natasha Von

Flamdancer… the series…Natasha Von

THE KABBALIST"S TALE

THE KABBALIST”S TALE

http://www.amazon.com/author/natashavon  They will be available soon in illustrated editions.


METATRON; A Jacket for an Angel

JctBackMetatronFAlLLEN, that is… let me make that very clear…

I painted the jacket entirely in one long day that quickly turned into night … I couldn’t stop until it was finished, and kept going, adding the details, until  subtle WiINGS were flying together. Then,I painted the SUN, the SOLAR Disc,imbuing it with  words of love as if meant for a Modern OSIRUS to walk the city streets, whole again, risen from the dead. I painted in a flow – as if under a spell for hours. Time had vanished. I hung it up to see it from the back. Now I stepped back, turned, and looked… Voices began to sing around me . A humming filled the air. As I watched, the wings began to grow…Invisible hands caressed me.My heart jumped when I saw it. The wings kept growing, spreading into the air The room became dark, and the wings glowed a violet hue as if under a soft black light . Everything glowed. I knew it had been painted for an Angel…The jacket moved, and a form began to fill it, growing with a density, as if the force of many winds, and full of sky, it took the shape of a man, standing suspended in the air before me… He slowly turned towards me. Wearing nothing but  my jacket and a pair of soft, laced up black buckskin pants laced low on his lean hips…His body rippled with sleek muscle and violet fire. Our eyes met.I knew what he was instantly…

from, ” The Story of the VAMPIRE’ and his Brothers.” copyright, 2014

The Metatron jacket in leather is available on custom order.