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Real Fairy Encounters
Do you believe in fairies?
I guess the question isn't just "do you believe in fairies" but the question is "have you seen fairies?" An insane question by society's standards? Yes. But is society really sane? We've gotten away from our ancestors core beliefs and spirituality. Does that really make us a sane society? I find it ironic that many people (or most) people in this world, particular in the Western hemisphere, have a quite easy time believing in God and other supernatural things such as angels and even "UFOs", but they simply cannot believe in a thing like fairies.
Fairies and the belief in fairies have existed for centuries...even for thousands of years...before Christianity was established. Why has this belief diminished, totally faded from its ancient roots? We live in a world where science and religion reign supreme. Unfortunately they both tell us that things that aren't a key part of these practices are not real and therefore anyone who believes in them is "nutty". I would put money on it that if we travelled back in time to when these scientists and religious fanatics' ancestors were alive and well and when their ancestors were leaving out pails of milk and bowls of honey to appease the faeries...they wouldn't criticize their ancestors for these rituals. But today, the criticisms would be ubiquitous.
In spite of the ridicule, there are those who still believe in the wee folk and the fay. Why would they be unbelievable but angels or demons or aliens are believable? Faeries aren't all like Tinkerbell. They aren't cartoon characters. They are spiritual beings just as any other spiritual being is. Whether you choose to believe in them is ultimately up to you.
Fairy in My Hair
The house I lived in previous to the one I live in now was a very magical place. The land it sat on was what made it magical. It didn't look like much to the naked eye, but the backyard has a large grapefruit tree, bougainvillea plant with bright magenta blooms, and an oak tree that was home to many birds including a family of screech owls. I had many spiritual experiences in this house, and quite a few of them involved the wee folk (fairies).
One of the most memorable encounter with a fairy was when I was sitting in the backyard making a video. Ironically, or maybe not so ironically, I was talking about my thoughts on the fairies when a large, speedy bug whipped by me and literally flew through my hair. I went to swat at it but it was already gone. In the video itself you hear me say "whoa, what was that?" Or something to that effect. At the time I thought it was nothing more than an insect of some kind. In fact, it had a green tint to it, so I thought it was a dragonfly.
Later, after posting the video to my then YouTube channel, a subscriber commented and said she saw a fairy fly through my hair in the video. I didn't believe her. Then she sent me a screenshot of the fairy and I nearly fainted! The "bug" was bright green, round, and large. And so fast it was almost impossible that it could've been a flying bug. I researched extensively on what kind of bug could've been that color and flown that fast, but found absolutely nothing even close. Conclusion? It was the fairies saying hi or possibly even messing with me because I was talking about them so openly. I no longer have the video, but I do still have a screenshot which you can see to the right.
Mouse in the Cabinet? Or Fairy?
Following my blatant encounter with a fairy, I had many more magical experiences with the wee folk in that house. One year, on Mother's Day, I was sitting in my living room writing an article about fairies. My husband and daughter had given me an orchid as a present, which sat on a cabinet in the kitchen. As I wrote about the fairies, I said "I wonder if fairies like orchids?" Directly after writing this, a scuffling sound came from the cabinet directly below the orchid.
I stopped writing immediately to listen. It sounded like a mouse was shuffling around the cabinet, but I thought that was strange because the cabinet itself was separate from the other cabinets. It was one of those rolling cabinets you can buy to add extra storage to your kitchen. I listened for a moment as it scurried around the shelves in the cabinet, and once it stopped I got up from my chair to inspect. I thought if it was a mouse I'd either catch it in the cabinet or somewhere in the kitchen. I opened the cabinet and found nothing odd. I searched for a hole or crack in which a mouse could enter and exit the cabinet...again...nothing. Did a fairy visit me that day? Perhaps they do like orchids.
Why is it that many people believe in angels, ghosts, and aliens but not in nature spirits?— Nicole Canfield
It seemed every time I discussed the wee folk or thought of the fairies at this house some sort of encounter would take place. Once, while in the backyard with my daughter, I watched as she played in the kiddie pool. I sat in a lawn chair and gazed up at the clouds and the bright blue sky. I remember thinking, I haven't been visited by the fairies in a while. I might even have said it out loud. Not ten seconds later, I heard an animal near the shed. I froze in place. I'm not sure why I didn't turn around to look, but I listened as it crept closer to where I was sitting.
I swung around to face the squirrel or rabbit (as we had plenty of those in our yard), and saw nothing of the sort. The sound had stopped too. Then I saw a spot in the yard where the grass was smooshed down...as if something was standing there. I stared at the spot and went to stand up from the chair. As soon as I rose, the grass moved and I literally saw something invisible run through the grass and back towards the shed! The grass was smooshed down in spots as if an animal with two feet was running away from me. Invisible footsteps reminded me I was never alone in that yard. Once again, I knew I was visited by the fairies.
Fairies in the Cemetery
Perhaps one of my most beloved and healing spiritual experiences occurred in a cemetery. Sounds odd, right? This particular cemetery is serene, peaceful, and surrounded by nature. There are large oak trees with Spanish moss, a lake, and multiple plants and flowers throughout the old gravestones. This cemetery is tucked away behind a neighborhood and no one would know it was there if you didn't search it out.
Sometimes I would stop and visit this cemetery on my way to work in the morning, simply to have a moment of quiet to myself. One particular morning, I decided to stop and clear my heart and mind over some recent emotional turmoil I'd been dealing with. I asked Mother Earth and Spirit for healing as I sat on a stone bench at the edge of the cemetery, staring out over the water. Out of nowhere, I began to cry. Cleansing, purifying tears. At this point in my life, it was odd for me to cry. I typically hid my emotions, bottled them up and forgot about them. They were all surfacing and I let the tears flow. Once I'd finished crying and felt better, I stood up and turned and smiled. All around me were hundreds of flying creatures. To the naked eye they looked like bright dragonflies, but to me I knew what they were. They were an answer to my prayer and hope for the future. They were the joy I needed at that very moment. The wee folk.
© 2012 Nicole Canfield