Royal Blue invites us to see ourselves more clearly, and rather than focusing on the external projections of ourselves, it supports us to look within. As the Royal Blue is now linked in this bottle with the Magenta in its bright form, not Deep Magenta as in B0, it is also encouraging us to look without judgement at what we see in ourselves.
Putting less emphasis on what we think about things or how it is we feel and to perceive those aspects of our being as the passing clouds behind the clear blue sky of mind. The crystal clarity of the mind itself in terms of the night sky is reflected in the conscious level of this bottle, the upper fraction. The unconscious/subconscious aspect, the Magenta shows us how important it is that we put our caring, our warmth, our love in to the little things, how it is that we begin to manifest that compassion towards ourselves with others how it is that we might find the way to overcome our differences. The Magenta supports the possibility of integration within ourselves, the integration of the discrepancies of the inner conflicts which we inevitably see as we begin to penetrate deeper into looking in to ourselves at the deeper levels of ourselves.
Queen Mab is the Queen of the Fairies. She has appeared in many different theological and artistic works, she is referred to by Shakespeare in ‘Romeo & Juliet’ and frequently in Irish lore under the name of Mab along with, Maebh, Medb and Maeve. Medb is known as a Celtic Sovereignty Goddess of War and Fertility.
Percy Bysshe Shelley wrote an epic moral poem called ‘Queen Mab’ in which he refers to her as ‘Queen of Spells’, and a portion of this poem is below.
I am the Fairy Mab: to me ‘tis given
The wonders of the human world to keep:
The secrets of the immeasurable past,
In the unfailing consciences of men,
Those stern, unflattering chroniclers, I find:
The future, from the causes which arise
In each event, I gather: not the sting
Which retributive memory implants
In the hard bosom of the selfish man;
Nor that extatic and exulting throb
Which virtue’s votary feels when he sums up
The thoughts and actions of a well-spent day,
Spirit of Nature! here!
In this interminable wilderness
Of worlds, at whose immensity
Even soaring fancy staggers,
Here is thy fitting temple.
Yet not the lightest leaf
That quivers to the passing breeze
Is less instinct with thee:
Yet not the meanest worm
That lurks in graves and fattens on the dead
Less shares thy eternal breath.
Spirit of Nature! thou!
Imperishable as this scene,
Here is thy fitting temple.
Personal Note: For me this bottle is about inviting magic into our lives, through Queen Mab and the Faeries and through Mother Nature and all the endless miracles She brings. I look forward to using this bottle and trusting that the Universe knows better than me what path and plan to follow.