Happy Valentine's Day

Fairy Queen Of Hearts Cabinet

Happy Valentine's Day from Enchanticals!

This cabinet will be listed shortly at Enchanticals on Etsy. (www.Enchanticals.etsy.com).

Be Enchanted Always, Marsha

Discounts Now Offered at Enchanticals at my Etsy Shop!

I am offering discounts to returning buyers and blog followers!!

~Returning Buyers~ I have the greatest buyers! So, to thank you, starting now… every time you buy something at Enchanticals (www.Enchanticals.etsy.com) , you will receive a 10% discount on items or a combination of items totaling over $5.00 or more (shipping, tax, and the like not included). Please note in your comments section that you are a returning customer. I am updating my buyers’ list.

~Enchanticals Blog Members~ Existing and New Members ~ My wonderful current blog members (thank you!) and new members of my blog will receive a onetime 15% discount on any item or combination of items totaling $5.00 or more (shipping, tax and the like not included.). Please note in your comments section that you are a follower of my blog or just joined my blog. I am updating my blog followers’ list.

If you are an existing buyer, as wel as a follower of my blog, the discounts can't be combined.
I am certain you understand.

I also offer a Layaway Plan at Enchanticals at Etsy. Let’s be honest, even though our economy is making our wallets slim, we still want to shop. It’s on our DNA; I think we all have a marker on our DNA for “Shop til you Drop!

With my Layaway Plan, you can spread your payments out over time and have no worries about interest charges, high credit limits or any of that jazz. Details of my Layaway Plan are in my Policies.

I have new items listed and will be listing more as the weeks go on. My creative juices are flowing like crazy.

Cupid’s Miniature Enchanted Supply Hutch

Being the son of Venus (goddess of love) and Mars, Cupid is a god himself. He was believed to be one of the primordial gods and so, naturally, he lived on Mount Olympus.

However, he loved to spend his time on the Earth shooting his arrows at humans. Cupid supposedly carried two sets of arrows: one gold-headed, which inspires love; and the other lead-headed, which inspires hatred.

While on the Earth, even Cupid needs a place to keep all his possession, such as his love potions, Love Dust, the snake that tempted Adam and Eve, and his book of Love Spells, just to name a few, as well as his bow and arrows.  So, he created a hutch for all of them… much like this one. 

Having the powers of the Gods, Cupid keeps his enchanted hutch hidden where no one can find it. He can hide his hutch in such a way no one can find it. Plus, he has endowed it with the ability to “move” with him wherever he goes. A simple beckon of his finger and …POOF! It appears wherever he is.

Listed for sale at Enchanticals…Here is the direct link to Enchanticals:

http://www.etsy.com/shop/Enchanticals?ref=si_shop

Have a love filled Valentine’s Day!

And, remember to make it enchanted, Marsha

Perfect Time of Year for…

In late January, when I looked out my window at my backyard, I noticed the little wizard, who lives under my plumbago bush, scurrying about. He was carrying crystal balls and placing them gently in certain areas of the yard, after consulting the sky, moving other crystal balls from their current location to a new one, and bringing the remaining ones back inside his house. Naturally, I was more than curious, so I opened my patio doors and made my way over to him.

The little wizard is very powerful, wise, and very old, but still spry. As I am certain you know, wizards live many many years longer than humans, thus, the age much slower than we do.

His house, under my plumbago bush, was the house I made for our yard toad, but the little wizard commandeered it and claimed as his own. From the outside it looks like the one I made from an over turned clay pot with a hole in front so the toad could go in and out. I had decorated it with colorful flat backed glass marbles in bright colors and different colors of sea glass.

However, once the wizard moved in, it no longer remained the toad house I made or, for that matter, the toad’s house. The toad moved elsewhere. But, the house itself changed. Inside, the wizard’s home is gigantic with room after room after room, seemingly going on forever. Each room has its own designated purpose, such as the potion room, the alchemy room, the spell room, the invention room, and his library, which must have a zillion books stuffed on all of the shelves of the entire floor to ceiling bookcases. The books, in spite of all the shelves, still spill over onto chairs, the floor, and on his desk.  Being inside is rather mind boggling on many levels.

Well, for example, one of them is the fact that I am a human and, thus, human sized. But when the little wizard invites me inside his house, I fit.

Well, back to the crystal balls…

Approaching my little wizard friend, I noticed for the first time, he was dressed rather formally with a long purple velvet robe and matching tall wizard’s hat with a very wide stiff brim. Both were decorated with unfamiliar symbols, numerous gems and crystals, and cryptic drawings. He looked very regal.  The long robe dragged on the ground but didn’t hamper his rapid movements one bit.

He didn’t notice me.  And, to my embarrassment, I almost tripped him by stepping in his way as he was dashing back to his house.  Of course, that resulted in him seeing me.  His expression was hard to read, but it seemed to be a mixture of pleasure to see me and annoyance at my being there.

Unable to truly read his reaction and feeling uncomfortable about being there, as well as, the fact that he is a very powerful wizard, I did not want to tempt fate and spend the rest of my life as a spider, so, I decided to leave him to whatever he was doing. After all, it was really none of my business.

I cleared my throat, apologized for almost tripping him, and then very politely said, “I can see you are very busy and this is a bad time. I will catch up with you another day.” After saying that, I turned toward my house and started walking back. Part of me wanted to run, but I held my composure and walked slowly, head held high, towards my patio doors.

“Wait!” he shouted suddenly and very loudly which started me to such I degree that I stopped dead in my tracks, not even blinking an eye. I stood there waiting to be turned into a spider or some other insect, but instead, the little wizard said, “No, don’t go! Please come back. I apologize for my rudeness.” He then continued, “I could really use a break right now. Come join me for some tea in my library. I will get a nice fire going.”

Now, here comes that odd part I told you about… The next second I was inside his little house. I went from human size to his miniature size.  Just like that, feeling nothing.

I knew which of the many rooms his library was so I made my way to it and there he was with a beautiful fire going and two large old wooden cups brimming with pine tea, my favorite. The fire was especially beautiful, shooting off little flashes of red, blue, and then green. He gestured for me to be seated in “my” chair and, after I was seated, he sat down and sighed.  He sat quietly with his eyes closed, holding his tea near his face, seemingly deep in thought.

I sipped my hot tea and looked around the library at all the chaos...books everywhere, papers and scrolls here and there, scraps of paper all over the floor with notes on them written in foreign and ancient alphabets, spilled ink on the wooden floor… How could he or anyone, for that matter, function in such a mess?

We sat like that for a bit and then said, “You are, of course, curious about what I am doing, yes?” I nodded. He smiled. “That is one of the many things I like about you, Marsha, you have a curious nature like a cat! That is very healthy. It means that you love knowledge and learning.”

At first, when he posed the question about my curiosity, I could feel my face starting to turn bright red in embarrassment, but that passed when he finished his sentence. I didn’t want him to think me noisy but, it seemed, he did not.

“No need to be embarrassed, My Dear. It is not every day that you see me running hither and yon with crystal balls, moving them to and from specific locations.  I am not going to attempt to explain to you why I choose one location over another and what makes one preferable to another or why I keep moving the crystals balls. It will be too much for you to comprehend.” I took offense at that statement, but let it pass, because my curiosity got the better of my ego.

“You see, during this time in the Wheel of the Year, it is the ideal time to energize and infuse new crystal balls, re-energize used ones, and remove any negativity or evil from misused ones. At this time, Light starts to overcome Darkness. As you know, and what is it you humans call it, ahhhh, yes, yes, in December… the shortest day in the Wheel of the Year,  is the time when Darkness is losing its power over the earth and Light is increasing its power. So Light’s energy is at an all time high. Darkness does not wish to let go, so Light must use all the strength, power, and energy it build up during the Dark time and force itself, the Light, to take control and defeat Darkness. Each day, Light’s energy and power grows stronger and stronger and Darkness is defeated and relegated to a secondary position. “

“Of course, as we know, life is cyclical, thus, Darkness will once again defeat Light in Midsummer and the cycle will continue, as it has for eons. But now, Light’s energy will keep growing until it reaches its peak at the end of the month called January.

 So, I must get all these crystal balls energized, re-energized, and infused with Light’s full energy and power before its peak levels off….then wanes as the Year of the Wheel turns.  So, I must keep moving them and rotating them to capture the highest energy vibrations which Light emits as the Sun rotates its position in the Heavens. Now, there you have it, Child. Now, sit and finish your tea. I must get moving.  Time never stops…nor will it ever.”

As he was leaving, he turned and said to me, “Ahh, do leave the door open when you leave.” Then, he was off with a handful of crystal balls. Taking that as my cue, I quickly gulped down what was left of my tea and went to the front door only to find myself outside and human sized again.

~Marsha J. West, Author

(This  story, creation, and work 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.)

Many of these crystals balls and scrying balls are for sale at Enchanticals. (www.Enchanticals.etsy.com)

Some are ones that have been sold. However, as of yet, I have not listed all of them in my shop. If you see one you like and it is not yet listed, just convo me at Enchanticals at Etsy and tell me which one you are in need of buying.

Be Enchanted Always, Marsha

New Look!

Merry Christmas to all! And to those who do not celebrate Christmas, Happiest of Holidays.

My blog has a new look. I think I found "the one"! Ha! It reminds me of Gorey.

This is a shortie, but will write again in a bit.

Marsha

New Feature~ Add your Comments!

You can now comment on my blog posts if you are a follower of this blog.  Many of you have asked for this and I would love to hear from you.

Be Enchanted Always,
Marsha

www.Enchanticals.etsy.com

Orb Wands...Fact or Fiction?

Time really flies at this time of year! I cannot believe it has been a month since my last blog.

When I last blogged, I had set a goal to blog 2-3 times a week.  Well, I can’t go back, but the future is all ours…

Did I ever tell you the story about the enigmatic powerful and magical orb wands? No? Are you sure? Well, this is a wonderful time of year for me to tell you about them.

The orb wands are highly sought after, rare, coveted, and were protected. They possess magical abilities beyond your wildest dreams. Some people believe they don’t exist and never did…just a legend. While others, have spent their entire lives searching for them with no success.

Each orb’s magical power is housed/locked in the crystal orb, which is set, for protection, in an ancient hand forged medieval filigree metal cone to prevent it from being dropped and shattered to pieces, thus, rendering it completely useless. If shattered, its magic would ascend to the Universal Consciousness to await another vessel.

The cone shape was chosen to function as a wand to help direct the orb’s magic to its destined purpose.

To access the orb’s magical power, its key so to speak, and unlock/release the great power within, the possessor must know the three secret magical names, as well as the highly guarded secret rhyme, all coded in an ancient dead language which mixes symbols and letters.

The orbs, which can be clear or different colors, seem to glow from their surging power within. It is believed only seven were ever created. No one knows for certain who originally created these orbs, except perhaps the Knights Templar, their guardians, why they were created, and why only seven in total. Why seven?

Also, it is believed that perhaps only the Knights Templar have the instructions in an ancient coded language on how to access the orbs’ powers and use them. But, no one knows for certain. Perhaps that information was lost in the fire in the great library in Alexandria so many centuries ago. Yes, these orbs are, quite possibly, that old.

At one time, all seven of the orbs were in the watchful care, possession, and protection of the Knights Templar. The Knights Templar’s charge was to assure that not even one of the orbs fell into the hands of evil, demons, ones who wished to do harm, ones with their own agendas, ones who are immature and would use the orb for their own selfish gain, the scientific community who would try to determine whether the orb did indeed have magical abilities, and all other people of similar natures. The Knights Templar were also responsible for assuring that knowledge of these orbs never became public.

But, somehow, someone was able to steal the orbs, all seven of them. That means, that person, entity or being knows the three secret magical names, as well as the highly guarded secret rhyme, all coded in an ancient dead language which mixes symbols and letters.

(Wearing the “Cloak of Invisibility *, which he stole intentionally to obtain that which he desired, eluded the Knights Templar on watch. He snuck past them and went down to the sacred hiding place deep within the cave where the magical orb wands were kept.

It was pitch dark in the inner recesses of the deep underground cave, but his eyes had adapted years ago to the darkness, much like a bat’s eyes, since he spent most of his life in the dark.

Scanning the small tight area with his eyes, the man finally saw the orbs pushed far back into the deepest corner and covered in a sheer veil, resting on a purple velvet cloth. He could feel their energy vibrating. It seemed to enter his own body and he felt powerful and more confident. He said the ancient codes in all three languages aloud and snatched them up, showing no reverence for their power. He then put them in a satchel he was carrying under the “Cloak of Invisibility”.

He did all this while the Knights Templar “stood guard” above him in the upper reaches of the cave. Quietly and invisibly, he ascended, slipped past them, and departed the way he had entered.

As he was leaving, a small bud of hope grew in his heart, thus causing a tightening in his chest and throat. He hoped that perhaps one of these magical and powerful  orb wands would be the tool to finally remove the curse cast upon him so long ago…But, foolish man, little did he know what great power they held and what awaited him when he attempted to use one.
*From the Harry Potter series of books)

Not long after the theft, while the Knights Templar, not revealing that all seven were gone and having no explanation as to how or when, were charged with the immediate task of recovering all seven of the stolen orbs and move them to a new location in a different part of the world.

But, one by one, the orbs began appearing for sale on the black market of those “with the power”.

This caused much concern and worry at the Wizard’s High Council, the Witches’ and Warlocks’ Covens, and for the Queen of the Fae, as well as the elementals, fairies, and other inhabitants of the Enchanted Woods. So far the knowledge of their disappearance was kept quiet within The Enchanted Woods. But, something had to be done to find them. And, to the shock of everyone who knew, more than the original seven had been seen for sale.

So, several very powerful and wise wizards, witch High Priestesses, and the Queen of the Fae decided to form a group to determine why and how many orb wands were now surfacing and replicating. If there were more than seven, they were indeed replicating. Since ancient times, it was believed that only seven existed. If this were true, then, how could there be more? How?

Together these wise ones hoped to solve the mysteries surrounding the orb wands. Already one of the wizards in the group proposed a theory… perhaps the orb wands, when created, were imbued with some magical survival ability to replicate themselves. Or the original seven, when separated, were programmed to replicate themselves.

These two ideas captured the interest of the group and they all agreed to take one of the orb wands and conduct experiments and tests on it to see if this could be true. But, they were all fully aware that despite their individual wisdom and knowledge, as well as their combined ones, they still didn’t know the extent of the orb wands powers or how to access it. They heard an ancient document in code may have existed, but it was never seen or spoken of after the great fire that destroyed the library at Alexandria.

After months of study and experimentation, the group re-gathered to share their findings. Each had discovered some small things, but still did not uncover its real source of power or why the orbs were replicating.

So, it was proposed that together, they unite all their powers and put a spell on each orb in their possession and those that were not. The spell’s intent was to prevent any evil entity or being from using an orb to do any harm to anyone or anything ever. This small safety net would only protect evil doers from doing immediate harm to anyone or anything, but would not stop the orbs from using their innate powers when they were discovered and accessed or when used by the person, entity or being that stole them.

 But, this spell would give them all time to do more study and investigation into these beautiful, but mysterious orb wands, while the Knights Templar searched for the thief of the seven original ones which were under their care. If he was caught, then they could interrogate him and find out what they needed to know about the orbs and their powers. Little did they know that the one, who stole all seven orbs right from under their noses, was no longer capable of telling anyone anything.

He did indeed access one small portion of one of the orb’s powers, but, unfortunately, he, how shall I put it, mishandled its power and the orb’s power turned on him and he was instantly deformed and transported somewhere in time and space.

It would be impossible for the wizards and other inhabitants of the Enchanted Woods to buy each orb wand that comes up for sale and to house them in the Enchanted Woods. They would not be safe there. So, Enchanticals was given a great honor of trust to sell them to its buyers. They know Enchanticals’ buyers will not use them for any harm or evil.

In fact, there are some for sale right now. They would make fantastic and unusual stocking stuffers. I will be listing more in the next few days.

Let me show you some of the wands that are for sale and those that have sold... 

Never Go To Bed Mad

Always tell those you love that you love them, don’t assume they know it. And, if they do, it is wonderful to hear!

I just listed this miniature dollhouse scale chest at Enchanticals on Etsy.

“A Little Tale”…

His old man was a loser.

He never became anything worthwhile…just an auto mechanic working for somebody else. He didn’t even own his own garage. All he did was spend his days working on rich peoples’ cars and then spend his free time researching his ancestry and going to these secret meetings.

As a father, the kid couldn’t complain. He always had time for him and tried so hard to be his friend. It was the kid who rebuffed him out of shame and disgust. He wanted a father who was rich, successful, and knew all the right people.

Instead, his old man just knew poor people that he sought out, worked to help, and fed on Holidays. I mean, can you believe that? He sought out poor people. Geeze, what kinda loser is that?  Man, how lame can a guy get? That’s why they lived in a dump in a trailer park with other losers…people who were poor or just getting by.

He wanted a huge house, hot car, nice clothes, and really neat stuff. No, his old man had no aspirations to be anything else than what he was and had no desire for possessions of any kind. Shoot, their dishes must be 100 years old; all cracked and yellow.

The old guy never shared with him what those meetings he attended were all about and why he went to them and the kid never asked. He figured the loser just got together with other losers and played poker. His old man must really suck at it too, because, he never brought home any winnings. Another failure…

The kid never knew his mother. She died when he was one. He often thought that was a good thing so she didn’t see what a loser her husband became, she would not have to live in this dump, always on the verge of being broke because he gave money to those poor losers, and with no chance of escape.  But, when he looked at pictures of his old man and his mother, when they got married or before, the old guy looked so happy and so did she. They looked so much in love. How could she love such a loser?

He decided at the tender age of ten that when he turned 17 years old, he was going to escape this hell hole and run away. He was going to change his name and make a new life for himself… a really good life from here and far from his loser old man.

Sadly, he knew and understood very little or nothing about his father and his life. If he had listened to what his father tried to share with him on several occasions; he might have a completely different opinion of him and not judge him on his superficial assumptions. But, he refused to listen and rebuffed the man who loved him more than life itself…with his whole heart and being.

It hurt his father deeply, right to his very core, when he saw the disgust in his son’s eyes or when his son screamed at him that he was a loser and deadbeat. It felt as if a knife was plunged deeply in his heat when his son, his beloved son, told him he hated him.

Every night, he prayed that before his time on this earth ended, his son would have a change of heart and they would become pals. Then, he could pass on to him all the important things about their heritage that his son should know…needed to know. He could then share the important secrets and mysteries he held tightly within himself with the hope that that his son would pick up his sword, so to speak, and continue the family legacy.

He was so lonely and ached so much for his son’s approval, love, affection, and acceptance.  But, he feared his son would be lost to him forever. He could feel it in his heart. As much as he loved his son, he could not break his vows or the code of the organization to which he belonged just to win his son’s love. Plus, his son was too young yet to be told any of those secrets. He took a vow and he would not break it. He knew when he took the vow the costs that vow might cost him one day. But, he gave his word to stay silent and he did.

It was an unfair choice he had to make… break his vows and tell his son or hold to his word.  He knew the consequences of breaking his vows and he knew this life’s path would be hard, painful, and challenging. He had to choose against his son. A Sacred vow cannot be broken.

As planned, when the kid turned 17 years old, when the old loser was out at one of his secret “meetings”, the son left their dump of a house and his loser old man and set out to become successful. But, like a coward, he left at night. When he left, he didn’t even look back; he kept his eyes forward and kept walking with his dreams, hopes, and aspirations, but no plan in place on how to achieve them…not even a high school degree.

The years went by and the boy became a man. After leaving home, life, he found, in the real world with nobody there to care about you, was hard, cold, lonely, and hungry. In truth, he was terrified. But, his pride prevented him from returning to the dump and loser. Without even a high school degree, the only jobs he could get were lowly manual labor ones, dishwashing ones, sweeping floors, or the like.

One night, very late, as he was sweeping the floor of a closed tavern in one of a series of lowly jobs he had held since leaving, he thought, “Man, this is lower than my old man’s job. At least he has a skill.” So, he drifted from job to job, slept where he could, and moved from town to town with no particular destination in mind. But, each new town was no different than the one before him…lowly jobs, no place to life,, not enough to eat, almost no money, loneliness, and shoes with no soles. So, he made a decision to join the Army. There he could get his high school degree and learn skills and become a general or something way high up. But, he would have food, shelter, clothes, and a bed.

After 10 years passed in the Army, he became a real man both in body and in mind. He looked back on how he treated his father and waves of pain and guilt overcame him. He was wrong, so so wrong. He had to make it right.

So, on his next leave, he headed back to his childhood home to see his father and apologize. He had written to him many times, but when the letters came back, he figured his father was still angry with him for leaving. “Who could blame him?” he thought. “What a jerk I was and how cruel and tough I was on my old man. I hope he lets me inside and accepts my apology.”

Sadly, the father would never see his son or know that he had tried to communicate with him over the years.  He never knew his son wanted his forgiveness, which he would have given without a thought. When his son left that night, he came home to a dark house and he knew, just knew his son had run away and he would never see or speak with him again. His heart sank.

At first, he tried to lie himself it was only temporary and when his son got a taste of life alone and being unprepared, he would return. But, as the years passed, he knew he was gone forever.

This broke his heart and spirit. He lost the joy or desire to live. He lost interest in everything. Day by day he cared less and less about life and any part of it. He didn’t eat, sleep or even go to the meetings. Friends tried to help him, but he rebuffed them. He didn’t want to live without his son… even a son who was ashamed of him. So, one day, his mind decided he could no longer go on and his body got the message. He was diagnosed with a deadly cancer. He had six months, at the most, to live. Rather than wait for the end, lingering and in pain, one beautiful Spring Tuesday morning when the sun was shining and the birds were singing, he took his shotgun, put it in his mouth, and blew his brain out all over the lonely trailer.

When his son arrived at the trailer park, he started walking toward his father’s trailer. A guard in the owner’s trailer stopped him and asked who he was and what his business was. He told the guard who he was and who he was going to see.  “So, you’re the son who left, hmm?” stated the guard. “Well, then go on through. I thinks ya know the way. But, you be surprised at how things change over tha years.” He gave the guard a look of both confusion and lack of understanding. The guard just smiled, turned, and went back into his boss’ trailer. But, before he closed the door, he said, “Whens ya is finished, stop by here. I gots something fer ya.”

He was numb. He just stood there staring at what was once his boyhood home. It was rusted, half standing, and a rusted broken down shell covered in weeds, vines, trash, and branches. He could see rodents running among the rubble. He started to weep. The pain of loss was so bad that he doubled over and fell to his knees sobbing. “What did I do?”  Then he vomited.  He was sick…heart sick. He would never get the chance to see his father and beg his forgiveness. He knew his father was dead. If he were alive, he would never have moved out of the trailer. He would have waited for him forever. Plus, his father always kept the trailer clean, maintained, and tidy. Flowers used to grow all around the outside. His old man was dead.

While on his knees and crying, he seemed to feel his father’s hand on his right shoulder. He looked up, but no one was there. But, he could feel him standing right next to him. He could hear, in his head, his old man telling him it was okay, he forgave him, and loved him still with all his heart.  Weeping, he said out loud, “Dad, I am so so sorry. I was a stupid jerk of a kid. I always loved you. Forgive me.”

The feeling of a hand on his shoulder was no longer there, but he felt some peace, as he had had the chance to ask and receive forgiveness, as well as tell his father he loved him… something thing he never said to him when he was alive. He got up, wiped his nose with his handkerchief, and headed to the guard’s trailer.

The guard, seeing the swollen red eyes, dripping nose and sad face of the soldier, said noting. He just went inside and got what the father wanted his son boy to have. He handed him a thick large brown manila envelope with his name, in his father’s script, written on the front of it. He took it and walked away; head hung low and tears still pouring down his face.

He opened the envelope while sitting on an old bench in the town’s central woods. He read its contents and was filled with so many emotions, he thought he would burst. But, the thing that hit him like a train barreling down on him was what his father told him of his heritage.

His father was no loser...far from it. His father was a member of the ancient Order of the Knights Templar. He had taken a vow to care for the poor and to help those in need. He was mechanic so he would have time to uphold his vows. He was here in this life to help others, not to gain wealth and prosperity or to have expensive earthly possessions. He was here to do what his chosen life path had been… and he did. He was a hero.  He helped so many and even sacrificed his relationship with the son he loved more than anything to keep his vows and try to make a difference in the lives of people who had nothing.

The letter also mentioned a chest which was waiting for him and where it was located. The letter said once he opened it everything would become clear.  So, he rose from the bench and went in search of this chest that held the secrets and mysteries his father spoke of in the letter.

~ Marsha J. West, Author

(This  “A Little Tale” by Marsha J. West 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.)