Bushbabies and Bananas

© 2025 It’s Monday morning and I have to complete this sheet saying what I did with my time last week and I can’t help but feel bleak cos to be alive but not living your time is just a crime nothing more sad than a song that got lost and now wanders my mind an unhappy little ghost is there anything more tragic than a witch with lost magic? the hills and heather are calling my name I need to go lose myself there again high up in the misty peaks where the magic Moonlight speaks or down in the golden green where the silver birch dances unseen and the swans drift on the stream I wander there in my dreams oh this timesheet if it were paper I would make it a plane and fly it out the window and not talk to it again I guess I must just trust at the right time when my Stars are aligned I’ll be set free back to the Highlands the Soulful mountains the place I long to be. Copyright statement: Lyrics © 2025 Christine Jordaan. I am the original author and creat...

© 2025 They thought we died out in the fires they lit to kill the witch flame and the Light we emit or drowned in the rivers that they threw us in hands and feet bound so we could not swim but you can’t burn fire with fire and the ice that held us is beginning to melt the Dragon waking underground guarding the Gates of the ancient Celts They thought they erased the Witch Flame magic blazing in our blood when giants walked and trees still talked before the reset in the great flood they built their castles of gold on innocence sold and the Goddess was bound and wept but her Spirit didn’t die She's freed from the lie and waking all those who slept You can’t burn fire with fire or stand against Dragon power The Old Ones are starting to rise against the False Throne in the skies They could not extinguish the Witch Flame or erase Her Sacred Names The King Stag still roams the wild wooded glens The Eagle calls yet in the minds of men The drums echo again and the fires burn Eden is calling...

2025 © Christine Jordaan Oh what miserable sprite led me onto your path a cheeky little gremlin hell bent on a laugh or was it an alien love bite from poisonous fangs that stabbed through my heart in some kind of cosmic prank? I was so lost yet again, faltering at the edge of the cliff where I had paused to wait out that fearful, thick mist for a second the storm cleared and I glimpsed the Sun's light as if Home finally beckoned me in from the Night What twisted desire was brewing in your head that leapt across time and space and jumped in my bed? Whispering sweet words that struck just the right chord when I was vulnerable, lonely, and quite frankly bored You asked what I hated in men and I said one that is weak I wish I had known then I was speaking to some kind of freak A conman peddling fake gold with a vanishing trick leaving me on my knees shattered trying to piece together a wreck If life is a mirror, what is tormented in me That I am constantly tossing on a storm-ridden sea...

© 2025  About the feeling you have met someone before, in the deepest part of you - as if you have been tangled together in another time and place, bound by something bigger, but pulled apart by fate - searching, but star-crossed. Eons ago before the Sky Gods drowned the lands in the great flood before Man’s empires drenched the earth in blood before all was the Fall We fell as Stars you and I towers of flame down through the sky craters remain in holy lands where we shattered rocks and burnt the sands songs sing still of blinding Light that split asunder the thundering night and then we parted minds erased destined to wander the darkness seeking Grace Ages past the ice came and went until at last despairing and spent I saw you standing there alone and something within me awoke I sensed you before you spoke and I knew you’d feel like home And as my light blazed your flame flared up recognising its own and with the magic you’d somehow always known you drew the sword from the stone...

© 2025 If he were a tree, he’d be an Oak shading me from the hot summer sun I would lean up against him close my eyes soak in his strength to carry on He’s the kinda guy I don’t need to explain to we’re on the same wave of cool razor sharp, focused mind he doesn’t suffer fools If he were a bird, he’d be an Owl he has that wisdom that sees in the dark a quiet man, rock-solid like a mountain a man that leaves his mark If he left the building would fall he is a foundation standing tall His heart is kind straight up true, gets on with what he must stands alone, no ego fussing a Man I fully trust If I were Queen I’d give him a crown but will just have to settle for being glad he is around If he left the building would fall he's a foundation standing tall when I'm in trouble he's the one I call He calms me down when I’m back against the wall His heart is kind straight up true, and he does what he promises to do I wish I were Queen so I could give him a crown Guess I will have to...

Lyrics originally released as part of  From the Firelight  in 2017 I wrote this in April 2014 just after the first Global March for Lions which I initiated against canned lion hunting.  It was a time of deep mental and spiritual despair - I felt as if I were drowning in the suffering of the Animals and Mother Earth (Earth spells Heart).   In every ancient culture the People have a Hero sleeping in the mountain - Legend promises He will arise when needed to defend the Land...  When the danger is greatest. If anybody is familiar with the Grail Quest of Arthurian legend... the Wound of the dying King represents the split between Sovereignty (the Goddess/Land/Heart) and the people.   It is a heart-breaking, tragic cycle, the human psyche, fractured by our severance from the Sacred Feminine — the living Land — turns its wounds outward, inflicting deeper harm upon Her. She must be honored once more – and Arthur is Her Champion.  So we ca...

Written on the Blood Moon Lunar Eclipse, 4 April 2015 and published back in 2017 as part of From the Firelight  (a collection of magical workings). When the primal Flood receded I was there Soil bare as Wind loved Me He carved Me into Mountains of Stone the Ice came retreated and I stood alone My bones are ancient matter of a Promise made and a Cry that shattered the One into dual Day and Night Dark and Light so Source could know how Love feels the Ecstasy, the Despair, the Tears that heal I am the Spirit of the Oak Tree Roots reaching down deep I wrote the words to Songs returning Swallows keep Mine is the power of the Forest in the Pod the Wish of a Tree a Dreaming of the God the warm dark Magic of the soft Cocoon, the Death and Rebirth the Dark of the Moon the strength of Ages colors layered in the Rock face Mine is the beat all Wildness drums to I am the safe place the little deer runs to I am the Circle of Mourning when a...