Sunday, October 30, 2011

All Hallows Eve is Just About Here…

Ready for All Hallows Eve, hmmm?

Oh, I don’t mean the candy for the kiddies or the costumes for you or your parties with their spooky decorations. Oh, no!

 I mean are you READY for the demons, vampires, unholies, ghoulies, and spirits that will be stalking the streets in search of innocent victims to overtake and inhabit their bodies, thus, forcing them out of their own bodies and causing them to descend to hell to take their places and endure their sentences? The innocents’ only hope is to wait in hell for the year, suffering, until the wheel again starts to turn and a portal is opened on All Hallows Eve. Them, they have a chance to escape the hot smelly putrid bowels of hell to this side and find another innocent victim to overtake and inhabit their bodies…forcing them to replace them in hell. The chances of finding their old bodies are unlikely so, sadly, they have to make victims of other innocents.

“Halloween” is fun…but for who?

To get you really jazzed up for the spooks and spirits you will be seeing, hearing, feeling, and maybe exchanging places with, I thought these scary, eerie, and spooky photos of a few of my creations would help you get in the mood. Enjoy!

Be sure to have plenty of Holy Water, garlic, a blessed sword, a blessed dagger (any faith can bless them), and your guard up as Twilight turns to night and the dead cross that portal to our side.

Enjoy and BOO, my Friends!


Now, I shall leave you with a "A Little Tale"...

When you are immortal, time no longer concerns you. Days roll into weeks, weeks into years, and years into decades. If you have seen one sunrise or sunset, you have seen thousands… and they all look about the same.

And, after moving every 50 years or so to a new location, changing your identity, and pretending to set down roots, gets old pretty fast. Not to mention having to be mindful to “age” yourself appropriately as the years go by so you still don’t look 25 years old and people don’t get suspicious.

Yes, I was just 25 years old when I became immortal. You see, I discovered the Philosopher’s Stone. You may think I was pretty young to have discovered it at age 25, but to me, it was no big deal. I had an IQ then of 180 and, I am sure, it is higher now. And, yes, it is true, not only do you become immortal, but you becomes filthy dirty rich because you can turn any metal into pure solid gold. So, along with youth forever, I have uncountable riches.

At first it was really a thrill and so exciting. To be young, very very rich, and immortal are everyone’s dreams come true. Well, careful what you dream for, you may just get it and you will find it is not what you dreamt it would be.
I went everywhere, to every country and place 100+ times and bought everything from mansions to cars to watches to women to horses to art. I tried every dangerous sport without fear because I knew I would never die.

But, after a while, it all becomes b-o-r-i-n-g. One big snooze. One house, no matter how lavish, looked the same as another; a car is just a car; and travel, well, what was there to see that I had not seen 200 times before?

Life became a drag and the future stretched ahead of me endless with no joy, no expectations, no hopes, and no dreams.

I even tried philanthropic work. But, honestly, the poor, sick, weak, homeless, and needy stayed constant. The faces changed, but the sheer number of them remained constant. Another drag. It was as if Universal Law has to keep the number of people who are poor, sick, and needy or the like constant. It cannot decrease no matter what you do to try to make an impact. It is a losing battle. Even with all my money, I could not make a dent in that human tragedy, plus… I was so tired of seeing their eyes filled with pain, hopelessness, loss, hunger, death…

Then, one day, quite by chance, and luck, while I was driving, drinking, and texting in my Porsche, I accidently hit and killed a man. Thankfully, it was on a lonely road in the middle of nowhere and without witnesses. At first, I was horrified and upset.

When I got of the car and looked at the body, my heart was racing. Then, when I saw the man, just an ordinary man, I realized I was looking straight in the face of death. Death… An end…The end. A period to the sentence of life.

The man’s life was over and he moved on somewhere. No more daily grind for him; no more car pooling, no more walking the dog, living with the wife or going to work. It all ended by MY hand!

All of a sudden a strange, yet familiar and forgotten, feeling came over me. Joy. I felt joy! How long had it been? I had no idea. I felt powerful and alive again. I knew I found my purpose for all those endless dull and boring years since my discovery. I was the chosen one who was to stop life for others. I could free so many people from the hell of their daily samo-samo existence.

My purpose was to set them free. I was like an Angel… the Angel of Freedom. I was given immortality and made to suffer the boringness of life all those years so I could understand and, thus, be able to discover my true purpose. It all was so clear now. I was chosen to be the one who sets others free by killing them and sending them on. I am the period of their lives.

I began to make a list of the all the ways to kill people. The list was endless and, being a genius, very creative. I would never be bored again. I felt reborn. I found my destiny. And, not only would I be setting these people free, but I would also be helping their families. They would have a chance to start a new life, inherit insurance money, stay single, remarry… the possibilities for them were endless too. It was all so clear now.

But, what to do with the bodies? Well, before I discovered the Philosopher’s Stone, I had wanted to be a surgeon. I decided I would perform autopsies on each person I set free. Then, I would save their parts in labeled jars and send them to the families with a note. This way they would know their person was dead and they could then move out of their dull lives and start fresh too. They would have the proof of the death needed to inherit life insurances, remarry or whatever.

I remember that day as if were yesterday. After my epiphany, I had taken a deep breath and sucked in the night’s fresh air until my lungs were full for the first time in years, let the moonlight shine on me, and felt such a sense of joy that continues to this day. I actually felt rapture, the same rapture I still feel today, when I started my new life and began fulfilling my destiny…

~ Marsha J. West, Author

(This  story may not be copied, reproduced, republished, edited, downloaded, displayed, modified, transmitted, licensed, transferred, sold, distributed or uploaded in any way without my written permission. My work does not belong to the public domain.)

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Enchanticals Has A New Look!

Enchanticals has a new banner and Avatar. I really thrilled with them because I feel they represent the essence of Enchanticals.

I am also proud of myself. I made them both myself. In fact, I made 85 different banners and I chose this one.  I feel, it represents the enchantment, magic, whimsy, creativity, imagination, and the Enchanted Woods housed within Enchanticals.

When I made the previous banner, my computer knowledge was weak. I should never have doodled in computer class. Ha! That first banner took me two months to create with an Etesian staffer holding my hand all the way. It was pretty, but simple, and did not capture the enchanted magic of my Enchanticals.

Here’s a look at the banner and Avatar. The best way to see them is to stop by the shop. I am still listing new creations and relisting expired ones, but it is getting back to normal.

Be Enchanted Always, Marsha

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

New Look!!

Enchanticals has a new look!

The banner and Avatar are both new.

I am really delighted and enchanted with them… I feel they represent the spirit of Enchanticals much better.

Do come see.
I am still busy listing and relisting expired items, as well as making cosmetic changes on Enchanticals at Etsy and at all my online place. (This should be a lifelong endeavor.) I really do hate to see my “Heart of Snow” avatar leave. She has been with me for so long. But, starting fresh is a good thing.
Are you ready for Halloween or All Hallo’s Eve? That giant cosmic wheel which separates our world from the afterlife must be slowly turning so that it is in the correction position to create the portal for spirits to enter our world for one night.
I often wondered why, if the portal opens from one world to the next, why we can’t enter it and visit our loved ones on the other side. Perhaps the ones that do come come for malice, mischief, evil, retribution, and other undesirable intentions. The good spirits have no reason to want to come back. They are at peace.
That must be why the night is froth with negative energy, evil, living dead, vampires, spooks galore, and scary things.
****Important for those of you who have nonhuman BLACK or black with white kitty/cat babies…. Starting now, do not let them outside at all. Many disappear…never to be found. Sadly, the ones that are found have had horrible things done to them. So please keep your kitties/cat inside. Same goes, really, for all kitties/cats, as well as black dogs. Rescue groups do not adopt out any black animals during the entire month of October.
Just a reminder… Halloween or All Hallows Eve creations are year round at Enchanticals, not just one day. You see, the Enchanted Woods is truly an enchanted and magical place. It is home to magic. What goes on in the Enchanted Woods is quite different than what happens here in our human world. The Enchanted Woods is part of our world but is also, well, the ‘universal” world where magic and science are one, enchantment and magic reside, and the origination point of legends, lore, myths, and sacred geometry.  So, ghoulies, spooks, vampires, and the undead reside here along with unicorns, fairies, wizards, witches, gnomes,  the Unseelie Court, elementals, and the elements. It is home to all things, believed by humans or not.
Be Enchanted Always, Marsha

Monday, October 24, 2011

Vampires on This Dark and Spooky Night...

Since Halloween is coming up pretty fast, I thought a good spooky subject like vampires would be just the ticket. Here at my house tonight, it is very dark outside and I feel in the mood for a spooky story or two.

I have always, and I mean always, been terrified of vampires. As a child, I used to fall asleep with both my hands over my throat and kept a bottle of Holy Water on my nightstand. Ha!

Now, vampires are so in, you have to like them! But, never let your guard down. When they need to feed, they don’t care who they feed on...

So… how about a couple of tales, hmm?

“A Little Tale”…

Many people think making the choice to become a vampire is an easy one. But, many times, no choice is involved at all. If one’s blood is sucked by a vampire, not until total death, as we know it, but rather to the very edge of complete death, well, then, that person is caught between dead and undead and becomes a vampire.

The life of a vampire must be a difficult one for those who did not chose such a life. Imagine being forced to forsake the daylight and the warmth of the afternoon sun? Imagine having to spend eternity in the darkness of the night always on the hunt for human prey to satisfy your constant craving for human or any blood? Imagine sleeping in your own coffin?

Fear must be a constant companion for these vampires. They must worry whether they will be able to find fresh blood to stop that pulsating and throbbing in their heads and the twisting of hunger and longing in their stomachs. And… will you find fresh blood before daylight? Imagine being tied, so to speak, to your coffin? What if there is a fire or some other situation that destroys your refuge or separates you from it? And, if you have not chosen to be a vampire, but made so against your will, imagine your horror at the life you are now destined to lead?

Plus, you are alone. You no longer have the family you had when truly alive. And, you are no longer a part of your circle of friends. They are all lost to you forever. You are completely and utterly alone in the darkness of the night having to spend eternity with the undead; killing humans, something you yourself once were and still consider yourself to be; and then sleeping in a box of wood made for the dead.

Then, there are those vampires who make the conscious choice to become a vampire. Not only do they enjoy the hunt, but they desire immortality at all costs. To them, the night is beautiful, quiet, and the moon, in each of its phases during the Wheel of the Year, is enticing and mesmerizing. It awakens the primal urges inside of them that were asleep for so many years and they can, with no consequences, give into all those urges. The night sky, with or without stars, black and empty or filled with clouds is like a canvas and they are a part of that beautiful dark base painting.

For these, they anticipate the hunt and find pleasure in choosing their prey from which they slowly suck and savor its life’s blood. For the slower a vampire feeds, the sweeter and warmer the blood and the more satiated he feels. And when his prey is emptied and falls limp from his deadly embrace, he is filled with life, energy, indescribable joy, and a feeling of great power. He can, after all, decide who lives and who dies and he can take a life or save one. He must feel like a god. Yes, a god of evil and darkness, but a god nonetheless.
This particular vampire enjoys entertaining his victims before he sucks their blood. For those he does not kill but rather makes into vampires, he is a gracious host and serves them plasma and fingers cut from past victims, which he keeps frozen so they retain their freshness. The new vampire, confused and hungry, joins him in drinking the fresh blood from the vampire’s earlier kill and nibbles on the fingers as his thought race and he tries to suppress the mounting panic.

Life is funny. Some people get to chose their destinies and enjoy and savor its consequences while others have one forced upon them and they must make the best of a life they never even considered. It gives one pause as to why that is. Some live with the hand they are dealt and others deal.

~ Marsha J. West, Author of this original “A Little Tale”
This is my original story/tale and my property, as are my creations, and the photos of them. It is not to be copied, stolen, plagiarized, reprinted or used in any medium.

(This is for sale at my shop, Enchanticals, at Etsy.)

Another “A Little Tale”…

When Count Valdek first saw the family castle he inherited located in the thick woods of northern Romania, he was appalled and disappointed to see its rundown and dilapidated condition. Plus, there was no plumbing or heat and the place felt damp and raw and spelled dank.

He couldn’t understand why his late great uncle had let the family place deteriorated to this state. The old man certainly had plenty of money. He knew this for a fact because, along with the castle, he inherited that too. It was going to take years to remodel, update, and restore it to its once luxurious and elegant condition.

Good thing that Count Valdek was a vampire. For him time no longer mattered. If it took a year or ten year to restore, it was all the same to him. He was eternal and ageless.

However, his immediate need was to hire someone to renovate and restore two or three rooms, plus the fireplaces, so he could live comfortably while all the major renovation were being done. He also had to find a place deep within the cellar for his coffin. He would have to restore and secure that area himself to protect his identity and, of course, his coffin… for without it, he would surely die.
~ Marsha J. West, Author

This is my original story/tale and my property, as are my creations, and the photos of them. It is not to be copied, stolen, plagiarized, reprinted or used in any medium.

BOO!  Make certain you have Holy Water on your nightstand.

Be Enchanted Always, Marsha

Sunday, October 23, 2011

We are all masters of our lives, happiness, and destiny. Sadly, so many people start out their lives with unhappy conditions, but they turn them around and make wonderful, joyful, loving, and prosperous lives for themselves.

Well, just look how The Unknown Wizard changed his life and …Well, please read my original story, “A Little Tale”, which follows.  I wrote it to accompany the miniature dollhouse scale (1:12thscale) Unknown Wizard cabinet. This enchanted Unknown Wizard cabinet is for sale at my Etsy shop. (

That glorious seaweed inside the cabinet is a small piece of the seaweed that a friend gave me. It comes in sheets, which I found rather odd. I always thought seaweed came in strands, But, it was that glorious seaweed that triggered the creation of this cabinet.

“A little Tale”…
As far back as he could remember he was always alone. He had no one to talk to or to be with him. He had no friends or pets, and worst of all, his parents despised and ignored him as if he didn’t exist.
He was not stupid, far from it. In truth, he possessed an enormous amount of wizardly powers…at least 10xs more than both his parents combined. So, he knew he did not look like everyone else; that he was deformed and, well, rather ugly. But, his parents?
When his parents thought he was out of hearing range, when he was not, he would hear them talking about him and saying such horrible things: “How could we have created that monstrosity?” “I think we should send him somewhere far away to some home or something.” So, in the interim, until they sent him away, they simply ignored him completely and pretended he did not exist.
He did not understand. In spite of his vast knowledge and maturity for one so young, he was baffled why his parents and everyone else judged him, on his appearance, rather than on his good heart, gentle nature, cool sense of humor, love of fun, and his intelligence and ideas. He had so much to share and to give. But, instead his deformed physical body was all they all saw. He was more than just a body, but no one understood that.
He did not ask to be born this way. Heck, if he could change himself and be handsome, he would in a second. He did, in fact, try many times to cast spells to change his body, but they all failed. It was his destiny…his fate. The die was cast by One greater than us all and he had to accept what he was given. Inside he hurt deeply and was so lonely that at times, he cried in agony.
He knew he had to get way and fast before his parents put him away in some far away home. So, he took what he needed, left no note for he knew they would not read it, and using his wizardly powers thought of the place he dreamed of  living every night before he fell asleep… the place he wanted to live…near the sea and far from people, wizards, and the like.  Within seconds he was transported and he found himself standing on a pristine beach with his feet in the cool salty water. This made him laugh….something he had no memory of ever doing before. He was filled with delight.
He was facing the beautiful blue ocean and behind him were huge rocks or, to be precise, boulders with caves. He went to examine them and found one that opened to many large rooms. It was light and airy; he knew he was home.
During the day he stayed inside and did what it is that wizards with great knowledge do. But, as the sun began to set, he went outside. This was his time.  He let the cold salty water kiss his feet, felt the setting sun’s remaining warmth on his face, and breathed in the sea. He was no longer alone. He was part of creation… of the greater whole. He was part of the cosmos, as we all are, but tend to forget it. All in creation are one and connected.
Years went by and he grew from the young man he was when he first arrived to a man now in his early 50’s. He had his routine which followed nightly. He would walk the beach with his feet in the water…in all kinds of weather… night rain, fog, wind or storm. He walked and walked and watched the sun set. Once set, he would gaze at the stars and enjoyed the degree of light or darkness the Goddess sent his way as she changed the moon phases.
One night, when the Goddess was in her glory and the moon was full, while walking, he felt something was amiss and he heard something. Someone was in pain, great pain. He could feel and hear it; then he heard the screaming, crying, and yelping. Rushing to the source of the sound, he found a little sopping wet, but still fluffy, puppy with his little leg caught between two nasty sharp boulders. The more he struggled, the worst the damage.
Speaking gently to the little dog, he bent down and rubbed his wet head and ears. Using his powers, he freed the little dog within seconds and then gathered him up in his cloak to warm him to avoid shock. Again, calling upon his abilities, he whisked them both home to his cave and he began to work quickly on the little fellow. He saw he had damaged his bone so he set it. But, sadly, he would be left with a slight limp for the rest of his life.
He dried him, fed him, and held him until he fell asleep. As he was holding the puppy’s little warm body close to his, he realized this was the first time he had ever touched anyone, let alone held them and felt their energy and warmth. He thought he would burst. He could feel the puppy’s little heat rapidly beating due to his fever. They were heart to heart. He knew the puppy, even in his sleep, could feel his. They were connected; one heart to another.
The puppy got well and during the weeks of his healing, the two bonded. They were pals and inseparable. The puppy joined him every night for their long walks and even taught the wizard how to toss him a ball or stick.  He loved the wizard with his entire being and soul and the wizard felt the same way.
The wizard thought…after all those nights before he went to bed for all those years when he sent prayers up to the Heavens, they were finally answered.  He was no longer alone. He was loved for himself, his heart, and his soul. To his little beloved, his deformed ugly body did not exist. He was beautiful in his eyes.”
~Marsha J. West, Author*
(This is my original “A Little Tale” and my personal creative property. It is not to be stolen, copied, printed or used in any medium without prior approval.)

Be Enchanted Always, Marsha

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Enchanticals Is The Featured Shop On...

Enchanticals is the “Featured Etsy Shop” on the home page of My Small Obsession!

Here is the link: Small Obsession at:

Gaye’s Small Obsessions is a wonderful world for miniaturists.

I am thrilled and honored.

Be sure to check out Gaye’s blog. She offers tons of tutorials for DIY minis.


Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Enchanticals is Officially Re-opened!!!

Yes! Enchanticals is officially re-opened!!! So, come on by and see what’s new. (

Yes! Enchanticals is officially re-opened!!! So, come on by and see what’s new. (

Now do keep in mind, after a long vacation, I am in the process of restocking the shelves with newly created enchantments, as well as relisting all the listings, ALL the listings!) which expired while I was on vacation. Plus, I have to dust, clean the windows, well, you know… But I am typing and listing as fast as I can.

There will be some new changes at Enchanticals. After January 1, 2012, “miniatures” will be only in 1:12th scale. I am in the process of opening a new shop just for Fashion Dolls in 1:6th and 1:4th scale which will cater only to them and their home decorating preferences and personal style. More details will be forthcoming when construction is completed. But, until that date, I hope to list a few 1:6th and 1:4th scale items. After January 1, 2012, if not sold, they will be transferred to the new shop.

Also, Enchanticals will be selling at three new selling sites!!! I am really excited. They are being set up now. And, again, as each one is set up and ready for you to shop, I will provide all the key information here on my blog.

And, you thought I spent my vacation on the Cote d'Azur in the French Riviera...

In my listings at Enchanticals, I normally write “A Little Tale” for each piece I create. I will continue to do this, but the listing will have a shortened version and the entire tale will be here on my blog.
(My “A Little Tale” are my personal creative property and are not to be copied, reprinted, duplicated, plagiarized, stolen or used in any medium.)

Did You Know This about Fairies?

A Little Tale”…
Faeries have a very high metabolism and a high energy level during both the day and the night…They are in constant motion….moving, flying, doing, talking, dancing, singing, and etc.  Thus, they continuously burn off enormous amounts of calories in one human day.
So, to keep themselves strong and their energy level high, they are constantly munching on snacks, berries, acorns or whatever is at hand as they go about their very important fairy business.
They are active all day, as well as during most of the night. However, at that very enchanting and magical time of day, as the sun is setting and Twilight begins to appear bringing its myste and shadows to the Enchanted Woods, the faeries stop and feast. Not only is this a time to completely fill and fuel their bodies, but it is a time for them to catch up and tell each other, their family, and their friends about their day.
Who eats with whom varies from day to day…families eat together when their off springs are young, couples dine alone, newlyweds slip off together to a secret place, and Faerie BFFs go off on their own to eat and gossip.
Speaking of gossip, all faeries love to gossip. They love it almost as much as they love food. While they stuff themselves until their bellies feel like bursting, they talk nonstop. In fact, at this magical time called Twilight, when you think you hear something like a buzzing, but are not quite certain so you pass it off as the woodland creatures settling in for the night, mostly likely you are hearing fairy chatter.
Being vegetarians, fairies eat the gifts given to them by nature. They love Unicorn milk; pure spring water; juices made from berries; all kinds of berries, especially gobblemeupbeeries, which grow only in certain areas of the Enchanted Woods; acorns; pine needle tea; mushrooms; and birch bark, just to name a very few.
When the eating and gossiping is finished, several talented male fairies bring out their enchanted reed flutes and begin to play tunes which originated from the ancient times…written by the ancient fairies eons ago. These tunes seem to be embedded within each fairy. As the music starts, they join hands, form a circle, called a fairy ring, and dance…starting slowly and then going faster and faster until their tiny feet look like a blue cloud of energy.
While doing the “Dance of Old”, the music fills their minds with the memories of the ancient times long gone, their love for the Goddess, God, and nature, and the love for each other. This is what truly binds them together…this ancient music. They seem to become one.  Doing the steps of old, they are in a “place” called “All Time”, where past is present, present is past, and the future is now. They are one with those before them, those assembled, and those yet to come.
As the music speeds up and their feet move faster and faster and the blue cloud of energy gets bigger, they go deeper into”All Time”. They are now in a state of complete peace. In this state, their bodies are being rejuvenated, refreshed, and cleansed.
Many humans have witnessed these fairy rings, especially in Ireland, Finland, and England. Because the music is ancient and magical, it also touches a chord in humans, who are connected to the elementals, fairies, and all living things on this earth. So, due to this connection, many a human is been drawn into the fairy ring and innately picks up the steps and keeps up the pace….and enters “All Time”.
Unfortunately, once in the fairy ring, a human cannot break free from the dance. He cannot let go of the hands that hold his and so he must dance and dance until the fairies stop.
To fairies in “All Time”, time stops, but to a human, it does not. So, when the fairies stop dancing, the human finds that 100 or even 200 years of human time have passed and he is now in the future with all those he loved and all that he had long gone and turned to dust. What a frightening feeling that must be.
So, I give this warning to you… when you see a fairy ring or hear the ancient songs, do what you must to prevent yourself from joining the dance. Plug your ears with your fingers, bite your tongue to cause pain, and run as fast as you can in the opposite direction. And, never ever eat or drink anything offered to you by a fairy.  Take this warning seriously or you will be lost in the future until your life on this earth comes to an end.
Each culture is beautiful. But, each culture has some things that those not part of it should not participate in…because the consequences may prove horrible.
Marsha J. West, Author
I just listed this Miniature Festive Fairy Feast Table and Two Fairy Flower Stools Overflowing With Delicious Fairy Foods in 1:12th Scale yesterday. Please come and see. I also made a matching hutch. That will be listed shortly.
See you at the shop!

Be Enchanted Always, Marsha

Thursday, October 13, 2011

New Look

Enchanticals’ blog has a new look. I like it. It reminds me of the NW section of the Enchanted Woods where it is winter just about all the time.

I had planned to open both my shops at Etsy, but something keeps coming up and prevents it. I think it is the ghoulies. One really sneered at me the other day.

I am determined to get Enchanticals open this week. Now, when you visit, keep in mind, when on vacation, things expire, so the shelves may be bare and dusty.  Also when on vacation, even I cannot go into my shop.

So, I could not get into it before you to clean it up, fill the shelves, and make virtual tea and virtual no calorie chocolate chip cookies. (There must be cobwebs everywhere…EEK! Maybe even big juicy spiders. Where is my ray gun?)

Please keep your fingers crossed nothing else gets in my way.  I have so many new things to list, as well items to renew.

Lastly, please remember, enchantment has been cooped up for a bit so it will be running wild. Oh, what fun!

Well, I am off to try to open those doors and let the fresh air in and start dusting. Ha!

Marsha, Ms. Enchanted