I’ve mentioned the fairies several times before but have yet to discuss my own experiences with them. So, I thought I would take a moment to discuss how they came into my life, and what I did to beckon them.
My experiences with them started when I was in grade school. Like many little girls I believed in fairies intensely. I had several books about them and had read that they liked both milk and cake and so I would periodically leave them out as offerings. The offerings seemingly went untouched for awhile. Although I noticed that the milk would always be much lower by morning, which I usually chalked up to the natural process of evaporation that must have occurred overnight, although I was never really quite sure. One night I decided to use a different offering. In place of milk or cake I put out a large heart shaped candle on my dresser. It was pleasantly fragrant. I had the feeling that the fairies were going to visit me that night, and the feeling was so overwhelming that I couldn’t even fall asleep. “They’re going to come…” I kept telling myself with one eye open.
Eventually I did fall asleep. When I woke up in the morning, there was a roughly 1ft by 1ft perfect circle of sparkling dust covering the candle and the dresser surrounding it. I touched it with my hand and wiped a bit of it off the dresser. It wasn’t grimy like dust. It was soft like powdery silk.
Several weeks later I had another encounter. This time I awoke in the middle of the night, and while looking around the black room, it began flickering on and off with a brilliant white light. In fact, it looked no different than standing in a room with a strobe light. Only, I could not identify the source of the light. It wasn’t the lamp in the room. I tried to make some sense of it by telling myself there must be a lightening storm in the area, but there was no storm, the wooden shudders were very tightly closed. No light could get into the windows. Then, considering my recent fairy experience my primary thoughts were me wondering: “Is it the fairies?”
I had yet another experience sometime later. And this time around, several of my friends were there to experience it with me. I was at a friend’s house with her boyfriend at the time. All three of us were at her house, making breakfast for dinner. Out of nowhere I heard a faint sound stirring. I almost thought it was a cat. But then it got louder and formed into a voice that spoke audible words. The voice sounded very tiny, like it had sucked up a balloon filled with helium, and it proceeded to sing my name three times “Jennaaa! Jennaaaa! Jenna!” The last time it sang my name it was more brief and playful, as if were beckoning me out to play. My friend also heard it along with her boyfriend “What the h*ll was that?” He said with a laugh. We looked high and low thinking perhaps someone was playing a trick on us. But, there was no one there. We three were the only ones occupying the house at that time.
As time progressed I would often have dreams that involved them at night. I would be fighting reptilian-like beings and defeating the evil forces that dominate this earth, and the fairies would be cheering me on from the edge of the forest. I would enter their domain in my sleep, and see their villages that sat on the hills and in the forests surrounding my home. Villages with rainbow and crystals. So intricate and beautiful is their world that it reminded me of an extract from Tolkien’s Lord of The Rings. I see it in the imagery he builds (as I’m reading The Fellowship of the Ring right now) and I hear it in his Elvish languages.
My beckoning of the fairies was a sort of calling out to nature. It is the most clever thing I could have done as a little girl. Especially right now, as society is being propelled towards dystopian artificial reality. Despite grave warnings of them being malicious tricksters (I do think some types of beings are), the ones in my life have served as guardian angels who warn and guide, and reflect all the beauty that exists in nature.
”Dance of Ranyart” from Jon Anderson’s 1976 album “Olias of Sunhillow”
