Hello, my friend. My name is Elyrie.
I know the spelling is a little weird, it’s pronounced
“Ehl-ree”, in case you were wondering.
I have a story to tell you… well, really it is many stories rolled into each other. I have always loved stories. I’ve been working on composing this story for you, for several years now. I guess you could say it is somewhat of an autobiography - though I doubt you will find any other historical account quite like this one.
I’ve racked my brains on where to start this story. There doesn’t seem to be a clear beginning, so I have decided to simply begin.
This story will continue to come to you, in segments, as quickly as I am able to write it down. In that respect, I do confess it will likely take me some time, so I am thanking you ahead of time for your patience, as I allow this tale to continue to unfold.
You might find this story to be a bit untraditional, and you must know that even I find some of these aspects hard to believe sometimes. Regardless - it is my deepest hope in writing down my story - that you will read it, and be guided to your own Light… introduced to your own story, as I truly believe that all things are connected.
I wanted to start by introducing myself to you - let you get to know me, in a sense.
Well, as I said, I am Elyrie.
I was a magical provider to my people, from long ago, in another… world, you might say, called Elestia. I am here now, continuing this beautiful journey. I have found the best way to get through my struggles (through my own head) is by writing. I think it always has been. I’m usually afraid of saying the wrong thing - of taking criticism or backlash head on. But, I am also an idealist, driven to express the things in my heart - an Aquarian spirit, as they say in this world.
I believe that these stories from my existence must be shared, not simply because they are my stories, but most importantly - to let you know that you are not alone. My deepest gratitude goes out to you, for accompanying me on this journey. I’m ever so thankful for your willingness to get to know my heart.
I have a very introverted but driven personality type, geared towards making things happen and creating lasting change for the better. I have to admit, I push myself past the edge sometimes. I fight with anxiety when I’m not doing or being “enough”, according to my own mind. I’m stubborn and loyal, and I can be fierce. Truthfully, I think sometimes people don’t quite know how to take me, as I do have a certain level of intensity about me. I can work for months without breaks, and I know how to dig in when things get rough. I’ve also been learning that working without breaks is not necessarily a good thing, since progress requires respite. I’m still learning… all the time, actually.
I genuinely love and adore people. It’s pretty much impossible for me to be fake. I’m an odd sort of combination, a lover and a fighter all-in-one. I can also be my own worst critic - and not in the constructive way. I can exhaust myself. At times, I don’t say anything about the things that hurt me, for fear of hurting worse. I can tear at myself until I’m in pieces, punishing myself for falling short of my perfectionistic self expectations.
What is it that I want to be? My ideal self? (Hey! Here is that “stuff I’m still learning”, that I mentioned!)
I want to be self-compassionate. Loving. Giving. Gentle in the face of the struggle. Softened in the bitterness of pain, never hardened. Genuine and honest. Joyful and excitement filled. I want to be able to keep my heart open, no matter what may come. I want to learn that my happiness is safe. I want to grow my roots out of lots and lots of pots. To love, always. To always love. To really know exactly what it means to trust. To do, means an infinitive. These are the deepest, truest aspects of my existence. I’m definitely working on embodying each of those things; every single day is another chance for growth and renewal.
I also want to share with you two of my childhood heroes from this world. Now these fabulous stories, I’m certain you’re already familiar with - Cinderella and Mary Poppins.
Cinderella - I marveled at her strength, her grace, her humility. In the face of her darkest nights - continually alone, often manipulated, and regularly abused - Cinderella reached for her dreams of true Love. I wished to be like her. I prayed daily for wisdom, strength, and courage. I sang almost all the time. I wished on stars and held my breath waiting for my true Love. (And, spoiler alert… I did find him. I can’t wait to tell you all about Truiste.)
And Mary Poppins? She could make any sadness feel right again with her joy, enthusiasm, and sprinkle of magic. Her unwavering self-confidence was always something I coveted; if Mary Poppins believed in something, then it was real and possible. I’ve tried more than a few times to fly with umbrellas… but that’s probably a story for a different time.
And so, I mention this, because these two stories in specific (but many others as well) carried me, when I was young. They helped me learn to make sense of my world.
The heroism of Roy Rogers, the fantasy of Narnia, the grave saga of responsibility of The Lord of the Rings, the unity with nature-spirits of Pocahontas, the undivided Love of Harry Potter, the spaghetti-kiss of Lady and the Tramp… each story and so many, many more still. They were each a priceless treasure to me, both now and back then… when...
As a young child, I began to have vivid dreams. And by “vivid”… I mean, the most intense, extreme, striking realities possible. My dreams crossed realms and even sometimes the physical boundary. Sometimes, they would paralyze me in fear, and other times - I saw worlds beyond anything in my comprehension.
I didn’t tell anyone, as I was already often told that I had “quite the imagination” - I didn’t think anyone would believe me. I was usually discounted as naive and my gentle spirit was taken for granted, misinterpreted as “unrealistic”. I kept everything to myself. I learned to live in my inner world, whenever my outer one was painful.
But those stories I mentioned? They all became irrevocably important to me, because in some strange, miraculous way - all stories feel the same. I could somehow feel myself in each one of them. In those stories, it was a heroic quality to be gentle and kind - and possessing the bravery to go against the grain wasn’t looked down on. Talking to trees and collecting rocks as magical items wasn’t “crazy”. Following your heart was the plot line.
And that made me feel safe… normal… smart… loved.
As the years passed, and my understanding has grown - I have come to realize that the dreams of my childhood were not made-up figments of unreality… but instead, memories.
Remnants of the past - of who I used to be, of who I still am.
My dreams were pieces of a story that exists in other realms, yet it is still ongoing and deeply connected to this world as well. It has taken me almost half a lifetime to begin to comprehend and come to terms with this, fantastically beautiful, multidimensional story I am living in.
In this life, and in others, I have walked the path of the wounded healer. I have struggled through my dark and come into my Light. I am here to guide you on your way back home - back to your true Light essence.
The gifts that I offer are multi-faceted, just as they were in Elestia.
I offer wise counsel. I have a deep and abundant heart. I know people, naturally and by nature. I read people’s stories - in their faces, in their body language, in their expressions, in their pain which they trust me with. I create specific talismans to guide people on their journeys.
People come to me, who need help in different ways. Because I have known darkness, I know how important the Light is. Because I have plummeted my own depths, I know the Truth in Love and it’s ever gentle and wise, soft whisper.
I am here now - and I offer to you my assistance.
If you need a guide, I am your mentor - directing your forward to your own Light and genius.
If you need a talisman, I am your craftsman. I can weave together very diverse materials to create the energetic assistance that your magic needs. A constant reminder and source of help, worn round your neck.
And as far as this story? Well…
If you are looking for your lover because you know you are the other half of their being...
If you are learning about yourself in wild and amazing ways you never before thought were possible...
If you know you came to your world for a reason much bigger than death and taxes...
Then this story is for you.
It’s so lovely to meet you, my friend. And if any of this seems a little… dejavu? Well, perhaps we’ve already met.
I Love You Always,
Elyrie