‘Even as a very small child I had a connection to the weather. I loved being outdoors. I’ve always felt safe and protected there, and need to be in Nature at least part of every day, even if only for ten minutes. This helps me unwind, feel cleansed and balanced. I’ve never felt afraid if I was alone in the woods as I feel a presence there, walking with me, protecting me. Until recently I did not consciously name this presence, but now know it is the fairies, the spirits of the plants, trees, rocks, waters, animals, and Nature spirits,’ Canadian meteorologist of 25 years Paul Gregory tells. ‘These spirits are happy and joyful when humans feel, acknowledge, respect, honour and walk with them. Their’s is a very healing feeling.’
As Paul’s relationship with Nature developed, the weather seemed to speak to him deep in his soul. ‘The weather’s always right there in front of me. I can feel and sense changes in the winds, see the changes in clouds, their colours and movements, their humidity levels, and the behaviour of the seagulls who move about 5 miles inland 6 to 12 hours before strong winds, pounding surf, and heavy precipitation. I’ve observed this on both the west coast of Canada where I grew up, and here on Canada’s east coast where I now live.
It’s only now we’re beginning to recapture ancient understandings around the wisdom and healing of trees. ‘I was led into the yew mystery almost 25 years ago by a solitary and ancient female yew tree in Scotland that renewed my dying body, and gave me the living template of a spiritual teaching I have named as the Yew Mysteries,’ tells Scottish shaman Michael Dunning.
‘The yew reunites us with the consciousness and sensory language of our origin in Spirit where we can be ‘touched by eternity’ and through that realize unlimited possibilities for transformation and healing.’
When we ache to see fairies we’re aching for the numinous. Aching to move out of our sense of separation. To come home. To feel peaceful and expansive. To be at one with all living things. So how to make a conscious connection with fairies, or have you made it already without even realising it? Have you inadvertently tiptoed around the fringes of the healing world of fairies?
Every time your soul soars to see a sunset, a snowflake, a drop of dew. Every time your heart dances to stare up at the milky way. Every time you’re moved to see a tiny plant struggle through the crack in a pavement. To see the beauty in a rock or stone or tree, you’re nudged out of your everyday reality. Your vibrations are raised and for an instant you’re in that transcendent space where you so long to be. You touch for an instant that heightened space where fairies live. The place of all possibilities.
Here’s the miracle. Something I’ve recently learned.
As we delve deeper into the world of fairies, we come to appreciate what fairies and their over-lighting devas have always known – how astonishingly intricate our world is, that in essence we’re living in a sea or miracles. Some time ago I met druid Ivan McBeth, who until he passed away last month, devoted his time to building standing stones, some of which are up to twenty tonnes in weight. Ivan describes standing stones as ancient technology, designed to create a profoundly sacred space.
As the fairy kingdom is a realm of all possibilities, what can we learn from this world of enchantments? How do our encounters with fairies help us experience life in new ways? What do these encounters teach us about time and space? Should you or I be blessed to meet a fairy, why would we not share this moment with others of like mind, with our precious children? Why wouldn’t we infuse their lives with delight? Who would have thought that an Uncle relating his fairy experiences would awaken a world of undreamt-of possibilities in his great-neice, as Canadian deb svanefelt tells.
I guess you could say my adventures first began when I was a child, visiting with my Danish great-uncle Chris in Toronto, Canada. Each time we visited, he’d tell us about how, as a young boy growing up in Denmark, he’d fallen asleep one day on a mossy pillow near the edge of a forest … and had awakened to the Little People making him small, so he could go with them, right into their tree for a lovely cuppa tea.
Totally entranced, we begged him to see the wee cup and saucer he’d been given by them, but he could never find it to show us. My mother also told us how she’d been on a Toronto streetcar as a young girl, and had seen a faerie on a small, round-topped bridge, in the middle of a small park in downtown Toronto. These stories deeply nourished my world of possibilities, as did my reading of fantasy books once I became a pre-teen. Continue reading
Wherever mushrooms are, fairies aren’t far away, playing and dancing and weaving their own special kind of magic. But why are our tiny caretakers of creation drawn to work with mushrooms? What are they working with here?
Mushrooms are the fruits of mycelium an astonishing mass of cells, which are essential to the health and healing of the planet. It’s no surprise that scientists now suggest mushrooms hold powerful answers to some of humankind’s most acute environmental problems.
Iceland’s Hellisgerði Park, known to locals as elf city, has many different fairy beings.
Centuries old lore tells of whole clans of fairy beings residing in the astonishing lava rocks in the middle of the town of Hafnarfjördur. Visible to those with second sight, the elves are respected by many Icelanders, who have witnessed strange happenings when the balance with Nature has been disturbed by road works and other projects.
‘I grew up in the neighborhood and have always had friends of The Elf World,’ Ragnhildur from Hellisgerði Park explains.
’The most important message from the elves and huldufolk to humans is, ‘If we want to live on this planet, we all need to work together, all the worlds of Mother Earth, humans, elves, animals, plants and the earth herself.’ Continue reading
Few are able to capture the exquisite intricacy of life, that enchanted realm of existence so familiar to fairies, as Chief Seathl, when he said: ‘Every part of this soil is sacred in the estimation of my people. Every hillside, every valley, every plain and grove has been hallowed by some sad or happy event in days long vanished. Even the rocks, which seem dumb and dead as they swelter in the sun along the silent shore, thrill with memories of stirring events connected with the lives of my people, and the very dust upon which you now stand responds more lovingly to their footsteps than yours, because it is rich with the blood of our ancestors, and our bare feet are conscious of the sympathetic touch.’
Everything in creation is impacted by our presence. Our joy and sorrow leave their mark on the world. The way we live and feel is imprinted on the walls of our home, on our furniture and clothes, on our jewellery even. That’s why some people can pick up a ring or a watch and accurately describe the characteristics of the person who wore it. And that’s why certain places are holy, because they have been tended with love until everything about that place is uplifting. Continue reading
If there’s one thing those who love fairies wish for, it’s to see a fairy, or to hear from someone who has. Almost 45 years ago something rather special happened. R. Ogilvie Crombie, or Roc as he was affectionately known by friends, went for a walk in the Royal Botanic Garden in Edinburgh, and had an experience there that proved life-changing. ‘It was a glorious day’, Roc recollects. ‘I wandered about for a while enjoying the beauty and peace of the rock garden and other favourite spots. Eventually I began walking along a path skirting the north side of Inverleith House, which is situated on rising ground in the centre of the Gardens and houses the Modern Art Gallery.’
‘Leaving the path I crossed an expanse of grass, dotted with trees and bushes, to a seat under a tall beech tree. When I sat down I leant my shoulders and the back of my head against the tree. I became, in some way, identified with this tree, became aware of the movement of the sap in the trunk and even of the infinitely slow growth of the roots. There was a decided heightening of awareness and a sense of expectation. I felt completely awake and full of energy. There was a tension in the air, almost as if the air itself were beginning to shimmer …’ Continue reading
Extraordinary things happen when fairies are around. In 1962 Peter and Eileen Caddy, their three children and friend Dorothy Maclean were living in a caravan park near the seaside village of Findhorn, Scotland. To make ends meet they planted vegetables – no easy feat with dry sandy soil, a cold windswept location and only twenty-six inches of rain a year. Then Dorothy discovered she could contact the nature spirits, who told her how to make the most of the poor soil, and everything changed.
Over time sixty-five different vegetables, forty-two herbs and twenty-one types of fruit flourished in this soil. The fort pound cabbages, eight foot high delphiniums, and roses that bloomed in the snow attracted horticultural experts near and far, and the internationally acclaimed spiritual community of Findhorn was born. On visiting Findhorn IBM research scientist Marcel Vogel commented, ‘This garden isn’t growing from the soil, only in the soil. The plants are fed by the consciousness of the community.’