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My Name Is Celestial Elf and this is The Catechism for a Witches Child;
Im a Digital Druid, Pagan Poet, Shamanic Soul and Machinima animation artist celebrating nature, spirit and the ancient ways.
In respect of my being an Eco-Druid--the short version is because I find my spirituality in and through Nature.
My name is "Celestial" because this denotes the heavens, the freedom of the skies and the beyond. "Elf" because of my affinity with the Norse origins of the term (álfar) describing semi-divine beings endowed with magical powers which they may use for the benefit of mankind.
The machinima films I make are animations filmed within a three dimensional virtual reality world. Some of my films have been noted for their lovely music and im very happy to say that man musicians including Serpentyne, Lisa Thiel, The Dolmen, World Tree Music and Trouvere have made avaliable for my use specific compositions or songs that I can use in my films-thank you.
I make ecology and mythology based machinima animations to share my message of care for nature, the environment and all of life-kind, with the hope that some among the viewers will both enjoy an be uplifted by them - but more pressingly - be inspired by them to recognize the issues I address and take whatever actions available to them, great or small, to further the causes considered. Be it sharing my film to signing a petition, or changing their life in some way...
Regards my inspiration
Perhaps the best explanation of all is J.L. Stanley's Catechism For A Witch's Child:
When they ask to see your gods, your book of prayers,
Show them lines drawn delicately with veins on the underside of a bird's wing,
Tell them you believe in giant sycamores mottled and stark against a winter sky,
And in nights so frozen stars crack open spilling streams of molten ice to earth,
And tell them how you drink a holy wine of honeysuckle on a warm spring day,
And of the softness of your mother(s) who never taught you death was life's reward,
But who believed in the earth and the sun and a million, million light years of being.
Blessed Be to you from me.