The Elemental Kingdoms are said to represent the Inner Spiritual Forces of the 4 elements.
 
They show themselves as images that people have built up over so many hundreds of years that they have taken on a separate life of their own.
 
 
 
To some they are extremely visible, and ancient Celtic folk law tells many stories of the Gnomes, Fairies, and Elves, or the “Little people”, as the Irish often call them. These are all part of the element Earth.
 
Less commonly known are the Sylphs, Salamanders, and Undines, which are part of the elements Air, Fire, and Water respectively.
 
 
 
Each Elemental Kingdom resides under the direction of an Elemental King, who himself serves one of the 4 Great Archangels.
 
Together they control the weather patterns of the world.
 
The elementals are mischievous creatures, who are said to be so enchanting,that they can lead us into forgetfulness of our own destiny on earth. But in truth this simply means that obsession – as with anything – can tempt us to live in a fantasy world of dreams and false promises, leaving us unable to confront and handle our everyday lives.
 
Nevertheless, contact with them is not only unavoidable, but deeply enriching and, when treated with love, respect and proper control, can enhance the magic of our lives through enabling us to really see and understand the awesome inner beauty and power of the 4 elements that give us life; and we in turn, by our contact with these Beings, can ensure their continued existence.
 
The mighty elements of Air, Fire, Water and Earth are the domain of the Elemental kingdoms as well as our own, and it is said that it is only with the protection of the Archangels, and the permission of the Elemental Kings, that they remain in any semblance of control.
 
If you stand in the heat of a summers day, and look up at the sky, you could be blinded by the blaze of light, but if you stare deep into the heart of a forest fire, you might just see a burning, shimmering figure dancing in its midst.
 
This is Djinn, and his Kingdom lies in the heart of the sun and all the fires of the earth, for he is Lord of the Element Fire, and resides under the jurisdiction of the Archangel Mikael, his Master.
 
When Mikael is called for protection, Djinn can be seen flickering beside him, eager to do his bidding, writhing and turning like a magnificent genie of the lamp.
 
Together these Great Beings of power direct and control the movement of Fire, and the energy forces of life around the earth.
 
 
Those who see this Almighty King say he appears to them like an explosion of energy bursting into light, the pointed tactile shape, impinged with tendrils of ice white heat and sparks of fire, a twisting vibrating mass of living flame.
 
His diamond eyes glow with the darkness of embers of coal, and his cloak encompasses the vibrant yellow and red of molten larva, as it erupts from deep within the raging volcanos of the earth.
 
This King is awesome in magnitude, and as uncontained and terrifying as an electrical storm but, fierce as he is, he too can be as gentle and comforting as the shimmer of a candle in a darkened room, or the warmth of firelight on a winters’ night.
 
 
 
It is said that if we dare to catch his glance, Djinn will hold us immobile and captive, suspended in his stare, as he burns into the very desires of our hearts – desires that shudder at the core of our being – and as he speaks the crackle of bonfires resounds from his voice.
 
It is by the force of Djinn’s power that he draws the tiny blisters of light – the Salamanders of his Kingdom – under his command.
 
Bright and demanding, they carry their lanterns within them, blazing and sparking, flickering and cascading as they surround him, bursting with energy in their urgency for action.
 
We are told that, if we close our eyes and concentrate on our inner vision, we may be lucky enough to see these sparkling elemental beings, flickering and cascading like a scattering of bright pointed stars, as they join together in moving formation, dancing the dance of life in the fires of our heart.
Elemental King of Water
If you stand by the sea on a breezy autumn day, and look out across the waves as they crash upon the shore, it is just possible that in the far distance you will see a vast, translucent, bending shape appear, curving up from the depths of the seabeds beneath
 
This is Nixsa, and his kingdom lies in the depths of the oceans, and the rivers of the earth.
 
He is Lord of the Element Water, and resides under the jurisdiction of the Archangel Gabriel, his Master.
 
Whenever Gabriel is called upon for protection, Nixsa will rise up beside him, fluid and changing, tremulous in power, as he waits in shafts of spray to do his bidding.
 
Together they direct and control the movement of rain, the ebb and flow of the tides, and the instinctive responses upon the earth.
 
 
 
Those who see Nixsa, say he is a swirling, majestic figure of brooding intensity.
 
His hair is long and flowing, touched with the shine of dampened seaweed, and splashed with tentacles of silver and grey.
 
His eyes are luminous droplets, quivering in movement, reflecting the echo of a century of tears, and he spreads around him a cloak, the colour of kelp, edged with white foam from the breakers of the sea.
 
 
 
Nixsa can be as gentle and malable as a limpid pool, or dancing and light as a cascading river, but he too can raise the breakers of the oceans high up to the heavens, as wild and untamed as an unrelenting storm.
If we catch his glance, we are told his shimmering eyes will return our gaze in shrouded mystery, entrancing and hypnotic, as slowly he draws from deep within us an unknown latent tenderness that sleeps imprinted upon our dreams.
 
And as he speaks we hear the murmer of distant rushing rivers, flowing in his voice.
 
 
With a haunting echo in his command, Nixsa calls up from the oceans the tiny elemental beings, known as the Undines of his kingdom.
 
They shower in droplets around him; minute, silvery slivers of water; dainty, joyeous creatures that dance with the dolphin, and swirl with the mermaids and fish of the sea.
We are told that if we look carefully, we might just see them cascading in streams as they ripple from the hillsides, sleeping in shells amongst the rock pools of the shore, or riding in gayiety on the backs of the foaming waves.

If you stand in the morning mists and look up at the sky, just as the sun is rising, you may be lucky enough to catch a glimpse of a misty shadowy shape of hazy blue darting through the clouds on the edge of the wind.

This is Paralda, and his Kingdom is all around us, for he is Lord of the Element Air, and resides under the jurisdiction of the Archangel Raphael, his Master.

Whenever Raphael is called upon for protection, Paralda can be seen rising up beside him, ready to do his bidding, and together they direct and control the movement of Air and the thought patterns around the earth.

Those who see this Mighty King, say he swoops through the skies on gossamer wings, his billowing hair streaked with sunlight, and shaded with the grey whiteness of the clouds that surround him.

His eyes are silver, slanted moonbeams, darting and alert, and the tenuous shape of his body belies his strength for, although he can seem as gentle as the touch of spring upon your cheek, his power is as wild and unpredictable as a howling east wind.

We are told that, with just one glance, he can capture the secrets of our innermost thoughts in the fleeting moment of his penetrating stare, and as he speaks he carries in his voice the rushing sound of brief summer gales, and light autumn breezes.

It is by the breath of Paralda’s commands that he brings the tiny elemental beings, known as the Sylphs of his kingdom, under his control.

Swift and graceful, they flock to surround him, their silvery elf-like form ethereal and indefinite.

It is said that they they can often be heard whispering in the tree tops, as they encircle the skies with the birds of the air.

But we have to be quick to catch sight of them, for they are always moving, ever changing shape, ducking and gliding, swooping and diving, wafer-thin effortless dancers, fluttering on the breath of the wind.

Air = Thought

Fire = Desire

Water = Emotions

Earth = Stability

Every day we warm ourselves by Fire,

Wash ourselves in Water,

Feel the Wind in our hair,

Walk upon the Earth.

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