3 – Banshee: Harbinger of Death or Spiritual Companion?

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Leave your Ghost stories at the door, Kitty is here to talk about Banshee of The Good People, The Wee Folk or the Sidhe.

Faerie of traditional Irish Faerie Folklore are old, clever and can be really shrieky. They are all around us and watching, always watching.

But what are they thinking? Are they impressed by our social-influencing or are they unfriending us? Should we fear them?

In this episode, Kitty bins the hysteria to take a fresh, compassionate look at the most misunderstood of all Faerie: Banshee

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Who is she really?

Why does she suffer so?

Does it matter what she looks like?

Can she really follow Irish families to America?

To get to the bottom of this and more, Kitty discusses 3 very different accounts of Banshee.

We celebrate Banshee and the Good People in song and poem and as always, Kitty explains why it’s okay to believe in Faeries.

To read more stories of encounters with the Good People, share your own story of an encounter, perhaps one handed down through your family, or just an unusual experience on a visit to Ireland at:


‘The Banshee’ poem by Alice Guerin Crist (1876-1941). Read by Eoin.
‘The Reel in the Flickering Light’ song by Christy Moore from the album ‘Ordinary Man’ – 1985.
Theme Music, ‘Irish Coffee’ by Giorgio Di Campo.
Additional Music, ‘Heavy Heart’ by Kevin Macleod.

0 Replies to “3 – Banshee: Harbinger of Death or Spiritual Companion?”

  1. This happened 6 years ago in Polk County Arkansas. It was early in the morning just before Dawn. The light was soft and pink. I was sitting on the porch at Grammy Pat’s house drinking a cup of coffee with my dog, Tala. We had been living there since Grammy Pat and Papa Joe moved to Oklahoma. We could hear something that sounded like a woman wailing and moaning. We could also hear someone walking through the woods toward the house. Tala jumped up and acted all scared. Then she ran for the door scratching it like she was trying to year it down. I let her in the house. I stayed to see what is was because I thought it was a vixen moving through the woods. I saw something that looked humanish and white. I freaked out because the word banshee went through my mind. I went in the house. I could still hear the wailing and moaning. Of course, my husband and son thought I was out of my mind. Three days later, Grammy Pat was killed in a head on car accident. I swear that this a true story.

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