An Act of Kindness by the Yunwi Tsunsdi (the Native American ‘Little People’)

 

Blue Ridge Mountains, North Colorado.

I was reading some of the stories on the Encounters with the Good People site and I thought I would share one of the stories from my Father in Law.

He was full blood Cherokee and was born in a log cabin where the Blue Ridge Parkway runs now. Every year he would get his Christmas money by walking through the mountains and collecting ginseng.  At 80 years old he could still out-walk most young people who he occasionally took with him.

One day he was out and walked miles and miles through the mountains, but was not able to find any ginseng. He was a man who rarely got angry and did not curse at life. He walked to places he had found ginseng in the past, but there was nothing.

He was amazed and dumbfounded. He always found ginseng.

After many hours he decided he should take a break and he sat down on a rock to rest and eat the lunch my Mother in Law had fixed for him. He looked around and sighed and then, as he always did, he tore off part of his sandwich and set it down, along with a piece of his raisin cake, then poured a bit of his drink out.

He thanked the Little People of the forest, Yunwi Tsunsdi, and offered them that little bit of food. When he finished his lunch he lay back and drifted off into a nap.

He didn’t sleep long. When he woke up he looked around to get his bearings and discovered he was surrounded on every side with ginseng.

He had never seen so much of it in one place.

He gathered all of the ginseng that he needed for Christmas, thanked the Little People and headed home.

Sean.

Was this a sickly or dying Merman?

I lived in Victoria BC Canada and often spent time at a popular place called Clover Point. I was just playing and climbing over the huge rocks that circled the round point. It was spring but a cloudy day a bit cool. I was 10, (I should point out I was a very quiet, mature, smart child) and I came up over a rock and suddenly saw the most bizarre thing on a few rocks in front of me.

It was looking right at me, and I had about 60 seconds of looking at this being before it slipped back into the ocean in an awkward way. It kind of flopped on its side and awkwardly wiggled off.

This is what I saw: I would say it was about 6 feet tall , its skin was a very sickly white/grey colour, very pale and wet, it did not look healthy.

It did not have legs it had conjoined legs or a tail type lower body, it was slimy looking and had a stomach and chest like a man, and arms like a man, but the arms and hands were longer than a mans, and thinner.

The hand I could see looked very large in proportion, it had full webbing between its long thin finger bones, and seemed to have dark or black nail/claw? Things on the tips of its fingers, the stomach and chest area appeared sunken in, and he just had this look of either extreme illness or old age. He was so pale with this whitish/grey slimy skin, but he had very large noticeable veins, they looked blackish.

The bottom half of its body was a darker grey. The worst part was its face: it was so odd and ugly, its face was flat and had angled eye slits with black eyes and 2 angled slits for a nose flat in face and a flat but gaping mouth.

I didn’t see lips, it reminded me of the bottom of a sting ray (we don’t have those to my knowledge). Plus, this was sitting up leaning on its hand.

It’s face was wider than it should be in proportion with the body, similar to the way a hammer head shark has a wider head, but nothing near that extreme.

It had about 5 big slits joined by a piece of webbing between its jaw and bottom of its neck. It had a very very short wide neck.

I didn’t see any hair or even scales, just that gross pale, whitish/grey, slimy, wet skin, but it did have a rounded back of its head not flat like the face.  The look on the face had no expression and the mouth was just slightly rounded gaping open, it turned and looked at me. We stared at each other (I was frozen in fear, shock and amazement).

There is nothing in our oceans that could even resemble something like that, and as I lived 3 blocks from the ocean, I was very educated about our sea life. I tried to tell my friends Dad what I saw (he and my friend were flying trick kites on the grass area way above where I was climbing on the lower rocks) he just insisted it must have been a seal or a sick seal.

It wasn’t. I have no idea to this day what it was, I’d describe it as a sickly alien/merman hybrid? It was ugly and strange, but I never felt threatened. Eventually it just awkwardly kind of rolled over and weakly wiggled down to the water about 10 feet below, and went right under the water and never surfaced again.

I didn’t go back to that area of rocks for years and I’ve never forgot every vivid detail.

No idea what I saw but it was no known marine animal/fish etc. It was not a man or a diver (I say male as no breasts). So that is what happened. This is not imaginary or mistaken identity.

I wonder if anyone else in the world has ever seen anything like this?

If it was an actual Merperson, should they exist, they are not magical and pretty!

Patti, Canada.

The Fairy Rose

I have a farmers market stand (I raise herbs, offer plants, arrangements, herb crafts, herbal soap.. just a little assortment of folk type garden crafts). It was a busy Saturday, and I like it when the old timers come through because they are usually in a good mood and share garden and farm stories.

A woman came up looking at the flower arrangements. She sort of pushed others aside, and was very insistent.

What is this flower? What is this? My father passed away and these were at his funeral. What is this flower? Oh, I need to know this flower!”

As my own father passed away just 2 weeks earlier, this immediately got my full attention. And my mother passed away 2 months prior, and I had taken a vase of the same flowers to place near her casket during the funeral, because dad always picked her roses from the yard.

I figured she would want to buy the arrangement.  As she looked up at me, I looked into her eyes to speak..

Each eye was different colours. The left eye was brown, hazel, and grey. The right was brown and grey. She was small, older, dressed in layers even on the warm day.

So, when she started carrying on asking about the flowers, I decided to take a few minutes to focus on just her. When I saw her multi coloured eyes I KNEW I needed to give her full attention. (Even though other customers were around my table).

The connection between the flowers she was excited about being at her fathers funeral, and my parents funerals, really stirred my emotions and sympathy for her obvious interest in the flowers.

I knew not to push a sale and didn’t want to. It was way more meaningful than that. It wasn’t about her wanting to buy them. Just pointing them out and really drawing my attention to them being very special flowers!

She in fact did not buy the flowers; but kept asking what they were, exclaimed how she loved them. She touched them, then walked off in to the crowd.

The arrangement was small, in a small vase, nothing spectacular, not your usual big funeral arrangement at all.

The flowers? They were a small miniature rose…known as “The Fairy ”

After she left, I felt sort of shook up, mostly because of her insistence on pointing out these little-known roses that had such a deep meaning to me, and at her multi-coloured eyes. I also felt a sympathy for her at having also recently dealt with a funeral of a loved one.

It wasn’t until later after I kept thinking about her, her father’s funeral reference, her excitement at the flower but not wanting to buy them, that I decided there was something extra special about her visit.  But I am still not exactly sure what.

Other than “The Fairy” rose is very, very special to me now even more so than it was before. Perhaps in the afterlife they do recognize what we do here and she was a messenger of sorts… (From my parents, hence the funeral reference?) to slow down. Life is short. Enjoy the roses.

Or maybe she was just a friendly lady excited she found a flower that brought up memories!

Annie, U.S.

Faerie at the Faire?

I saw one of the Good People at a ‘Renaissance Faire’ once, years ago.

Here in the US, Renaissance Faire’s are full of people in costume of the time and also of the Fae.

This Faire was in a forest with tables, tents and booths set up amongst the trees.

I was walking through the Faire with my friends and family and I noticed a person dressed as a Fae, half hiding behind a tree just a short distance from everyone else.

I stopped in my tracks and I’m sure my mouth fell open. He was dressed all in grey that perfectly blended with the bark on the tree.

His face was ageless and he was handsome but not overly so.  Something about his features seemed odd, but I couldn’t decide what it was.

There was an air about him that I can’t explain, but I knew at once he was not in costume.  He was the real thing.

He seemed surprised that I could see him and then he put his finger to his lips and shushed me. I nodded in agreement and looked away.

When I looked back, he was gone.

Deborah, U.S.

 

Selkie Cove

Around ten years ago, I had been working in the UK and during a break I decided to go on a short tour of the north of Scotland.

I had stayed overnight at Durness (a wonderful little village with some amazingly rustic buildings) and decided to head out early the next morning for some sightseeing.  This was in September, the weather had been much nicer than I expected, with most days warm (although overcast), and little of the rain I feared.

On my drive I happened to arrive at a roadside beach and selected this spot for a walk as the sun was to rise.  I parked on the side of the road in the pre-dawn light and after a few minutes in the car I set out walking to the beach.  The sound of the waves and the smell of the ocean were lovely in the cool morning air.

I walked around 200 yards towards the rocks on the left of the beach and realized that I could hear the soft sound of laughter, singing and playful shouts coming from further around the rocks.  This was a little confusing, as I thought I would be alone at this hour of the morning, and I didn’t see any houses close to this spot.  I also felt a little uneasy about it for some reason not obvious at the time.

I was told that the beaches around here were open to the public, and there were many walking trails, so I was confident that I was not encroaching on a private gathering.  As I grew closer, I was sure the voices were mostly (if not all) female.  I, perhaps naively, doubted I was in any danger as I am a fairly large man.  My only concern was that I may scare the people, yet despite this I wanted to see around the rocks and discover who had gathered so early on the beach.

Strangely, as I drew closer to the large rock outcrop that barred my view of the group around the small cove, the sound of their activity quieted to almost no noise.

The only sound were the waves, the wind, and some splashing of frolicking in the water.

A few seconds later I cleared the rocks and I finally had a view of the small beach.

To my confusion I noticed no people on the sand.  The only company that greeted me were some 15 or so grey seals, of various sizes.  Most were watching me from the safety of the water, while others swam further out into the bay.  While they were a lovely sight to behold in the early morning light, I was more curious as to the location of the people who were here.  I stood and looked about the small cove area and I saw no people or evidence that people had been here.

I decided to walk into the area and I sat down on the rocks to watch the sun rise over the ocean.  As I relaxed there, the seals swam away and I was left to my own thoughts.

It was maybe half an hour later that, in the light of the sun, I noticed the fresh footprints in the sand all around me.  It was the ones in front of me I examined first, they were smaller than my own feet so I believed they were from a young woman.

There were many prints around… some quite small (obviously children) and none appeared to be as large as my own foot prints.  The prints all appeared to come up from the water, and return to the water, with the waves quickly destroying the evidence of their passing.

I thought about it and I am not sure of what I saw… I admit it was still a little dark when I looked at the seals, yet I am sure that they were not people.  They were quiet large and grey, with no human hair or faces.  Yet I could not explain this.  I started to feel a sense of unease and I decided it would be better to go on about my day.  I quickly put it behind me and continued my day tour. 

That night, when I returned to my lodging, I mentioned my morning adventure to the landlady.

She drew quiet on my questions about the disappearing people and advised me not to talk to people about my experience.

She told me that I had encountered a group of Selkies, and that I should count myself lucky no misfortune had occurred to me.

Since then, I have always kept my experience a secret, only now telling you about it as I trust I will not be mocked.  I often wonder why I stopped at that beach and whether I sensed their presence or if it was just a coincidence.

Blair – U.S.

Faerie Shenanigans?

Bob has been a regular contributor here at Encounters with the Good People: generously sharing his own experiences and interaction with the Faerie in several posts, most notably Tommyknockers and Butterflies.

Bob is one of those unique people who have a knack when it comes to Faerie. His mind is open and welcoming to to their presence, but also wise to their unpredictability! Here, Bob shares more strange interactions with the Good People he has experienced over the years, and offers personal insights into what they have taught him about the nature of the Good People. I hope you enjoy reading Bob’s curious experiences as much as I do.

Cheers, Kitty.

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by Arthur Rackham.

Those of the spirit world, including the Good People,  can and do interact with the physical world and it’s inhabitants, in ways that can be benign or malevolent, helpful or just plain mean spirited.

There are many tales about such incidents, but here are some from personal experience.

A common sort of interaction seems to be pranks done for the amusement of the prankster. For example, have you ever been tripped suddenly, yet could not find anything that may have tripped you?

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by Ida Rentoul Outhwaite.

Hiding things is a common prank. They seem to enjoy watching a human get frustrated and confused. Have you ever been unable to find something, then eventually discovered that it was in plain sight, in a place you had already searched?

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by Gustaf Tenggren.

One morning at home (when I was still living in the town where I encountered the Tommyknockers reported earlier), I tried to find a certain pair of work gloves, heavy gauntlets about a foot long. They had last been placed in a box where I kept gloves. But they were nowhere to be found. The box was emptied and every item checked. The entire house was searched, even the bathroom and bedroom. The glove box was searched again. I was going to be late on the job, and was getting more and more frustrated.

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by Daniela Drescher.

Then I realized what was going on, and invoked St. Anthony. Bingo! There were the gloves, neatly placed palm to palm, at the top of the glove box. And I sensed vast amusement coming from somewhere.

This sort of prank never seems to grow old for at least some of the Good People. It has happened to tools, eyeglasses, a box of matches, even the toilet plunger when was dealing with a clogged toilet in the middle of the night, which was just plain mean. In every case, the missing item did reappear right where it belonged, when the spell was broken.

Although apportion can explain some such events, in many instances it seems more likely that glamour was being used to obscure the object from sight. Glamour can be achieved as a form of aggressive telepathy used to interfere with how the mind interprets the visual signals collected by the eyes and other senses and processed by the brain. After all, the mind does edit and interpret all sensory input all the time. Glamour interferes. And yes, there are also humans who can do it.

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by Brian Froud.

Defeating visual glamour can sometimes be done by using a different sense, such as touch, to break the spell.

Invoking St. Anthony by reciting, “Tony, Tony, look around, there’s something lost that must be found,” or a similar rhyme, seems to work well. Sometimes, simply acknowledging that they succeeded in fooling you, then politely asking for the return of the missing object can work. And a few times, I have lost my temper and demanded the return under threat if retribution. It worked, but I don’t recommend it. Politeness is much better.

But at other times, if there was not an immediate need for the item, I would simply ignore the loss, which seemed to take the fun out of it for them, and the missing object would return on its own.

Sometimes, however, hiding things is done for benevolent reasons. For example, you might not be able to find your car keys and you are going to be late for work so you scurry around frantically, then discover that the stove was left on. Once the stove is turned off and safe, you find the keys right where they are supposed to be. This was a fictitious example, but I have had similar events occur.

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by Maggie Vandewalle.

Pranks can also occur in a pattern. For a time years ago, it was screws being apported. A screw or two would disappear and not be found, not even by touch or holding a flashlight low to the floor to raise shadows, then a day or two later, they would be back. Other screws would appear in places where I know I did not place them. Once I went on a weekend trip, and when I unpacked at my destination, there were screws in the suitcase, with my clothes. Unpacking after I got home produced more screws. I mentioned this to a friend, and he commented, “They’re screwing with you, Bob.”

In a related incident, while unpacking after that trip, I discovered that a favorite T-shirt captioned, “you’re just jealous that the voices talk to me,” was missing, even though I had worn it on the trip.  Two days later, I found it laundered and neatly folded in a drawer.

On the other hand, more unpleasant events also happen. In the same house where so many of these events occurred I was sitting at the kitchen table when my chair suddenly collapsed beneath me. I was falling. I grabbed the table to save myself, and that broke the spell. The chair had not collapsed and I had not fallen, but as far as I knew, I damned well had fallen. This was probably the most intense episode of sensory glamour I had experienced.

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Around Halloween, 2004, I was hospitalized for a few days. Someone unseen kept jarring my bed, really hitting it hard, at irregular intervals. Nearly a year after that and in a different home, I was putting together some anecdotes for a talk about Halloween. I wrote about the incident with the hospital bed, and this reminded me about the incident with the chair at my previous home, when the chair I was actually sitting in while making my notes did collapse, for real, dropping me to the floor and banging me up a bit. I found that the bolts holding the seat to the base of the chair were no longer in place.

A year later, almost to the day, and hundreds of miles away, I was doing a written piece. I was thinking about the bed and the two chair incidents, when the chair I was sitting in totally fell apart, dropping me hard enough that I couldn’t sit at the keyboard for more than a few minutes at a time for days afterward. Was someone upset with me, or did someone not want me telling this story?

Incidents like this make me wonder whether or not some incidents attributed to poltergeist activity may more properly be blamed on the Little People?

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A more amusing incident happened in the same house as the last chair incident. One morning, I walked into my workshop to find a piece of scrap board, standing on end three feet from the place where it had been stored. Showing off, perhaps?

Some apportation events can be quite interesting and even wondrous. For a time back in the haunted town where I used to live, I kept finding quarter dollar coins, simply called quarters, about the house in places where I knew I hadn’t placed them. Then one winter I was working in a retail store. At the end of the day, I totaled the cash, and spied a quarter on the floor. Although the checks and most of the cash went into the night deposit slot of a nearby bank, the coins were simply tallied and left in the till. I added the stray coin to the till and totaled up the coins. Altogether, it came to $6.25. This was so noted and the shop was locked for the night.

That evening, I was invited to go hot-tubbing. I changed into a pair of sweatpants, transferring only my wallet and keys from my work trousers. After the tub time, I was getting dressed in the sweatpants again when a quarter fell to the floor. I knew I had no coins on me, so I suspected shenanigans. When I got back to the store the next morning, the coinage in the till was counted again. It was missing a quarter.

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Another day, I was at the grocery. Ahead of me was a local woman, and I greeted her, asking how things were going. She replied that things weren’t going well at all. I simply told her that even on the bad days, something good happens. She seemed skeptical, but apparently someone was listening. When it was time for her to pay for her groceries, she pulled out her wallet, reached in, and came out with a $100 bill. She turned to me in astonishment and said, “I don’t know what you’re doing, but keep it up.”

Another time, I was conducting a weeknight discussion group about psychic matters at a church I attended. It was customary for those attending to make a donation if they could, to help the church. As a leader, I wasn’t expected to donate, but I liked to set an example and usually donated $5.

One evening, I had only three one-dollar bills in my wallet, so before going to the church, I obtained a five dollar bill and added it to my wallet. When the donations were collected, I took out my wallet, extracted the five dollar bill, and put my wallet away. I put the bill in the donations bowl. This was witnessed. After class, I totaled up the cash, which came to $19, including my five dollar bill. The money was sealed in an envelope with the total written outside, and locked away in the church office. The next morning, at home, I looked in my wallet and found three singles, and a five dollar bill.

At that church, the blessing recited during donations was as follows: “Divine Love, through me, blesses and multiplies all that I give and all that I receive, through the bounty of the Creator. Amen.”

Bob, U.S.

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by Jean Baptiste-Monge.

 

Did this Faerie take a wrong turn?

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by Pascal Moguerou

 

I think I had an encounter which happened recently (early March 2020). I have no idea, what it was – fae or not – however, it was very strange, so I’d love to share.

It was a completely normal day, around 3 pm in the afternoon.

I was having a coffee chat with my sister (she’s 31, I’m 29) in our kitchen.

She was holding her 5 months old baby boy, while my 1 1/2 year old baby girl was sleeping in another room.

Suddenly, we heard a strange, short sound.

Later, we tried to describe it.

It was a sound of friction, the sound of heavy furniture moving on a carpet.

We immediately turned our head towards the sound – I turned right, she turned left, at the corridor door. Then we turned at each other:

Did you… see that...?!”

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by Pascal Moguerou

It lasted just for a second, but it was long enough for us to later describe the exact same thing, at the exact same spot:

there was this little, about 50 cm tall, white, human shaped… something or someone, beside the half-opened door.

Our immediate instinct was to look behind the door (there was nothing), and to check on my baby, because she was sleeping in the room next to this door. She was sound asleep.

It felt very strange, eerie. Our hearts beat faster, but we weren’t afraid, just feeling this “what on earth happened?!” vibe.

We later discussed, if her baby boy started crying, we would have freaked out for sure, but his calmness made us feel at ease too.

Still, even without this actual fear, for 3 hours we constantly felt chills, and just thinking about it made our skin crawl. We never experienced anything like this before, and haven’t since.

One of the things that puzzled us the most was the fact that we couldn’t link this experience to anything. teacup girl
We just chatted about everyday mom life stuff. Nothing special, we were relaxed.

March was a crazy month, for sure, but not only for us…
I wonder whether the fellow was a herald of all this “craziness”, but, to be honest, this explanation just doesn’t feel right.

 
It much rather felt like an ‘accidental’ meeting, an unintended lifting of the veil – to both of us. My Sister said:

It felt like, as if someone took a wrong turn.”

Beth, Hungary.

A Life with Faeries

Do you think some people are more in-tune with the Good People than others?

Are these people skilled at keeping their minds and senses alert to the Faerie around them? Or do the Good People simply like or trust them more than other people?

Bob from the U.S. has seen and sensed the Good People many times throughout his life. So in-tune is he with Faerie, that he has kept a journal of each sighting. Here, Bob shares a few more of his personal experiences with us. 

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It is my belief that the Good People are entities of the spirit world who sometimes manifest into, and interact with, our physical world.

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by Franz Sedlacek

Many of my own encounters were with the Tommyknockers underground, but there have been other encounters taking at least the appearance of many different physical forms.

In the very haunted small mountain town in which I was living in Colorado, I once saw a dark shape scurry under a friend’s automobile when we entered his garage. He saw nothing.

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At another time, in the same location, from the corner of my eye, I saw a dark something, about the size of a cat, peering at from around the side of the garbage can (or dust bin, as it is called elsewhere).

When I looked directly at it, it ducked back out of sight. I walked over and looked around it. Nothing there, nor any tracks on the fresh snow.

It could have been a ghost cat, or perhaps one of the Good People.

A few years later, I lived in the Mayfair neighborhood of Denver while recovering from cancer and its surgeries and treatments. There was a nice park a few blocks away from where I lived, and I walked my dog to the park at least twice a day.

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One feature of the park was a strip dedicated to native plants along one edge of the park. One afternoon, I suddenly spied a small dark shape dodge behind a utility box along that stretch. A check around that spot found nothing.

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Art by Cedric Laquize

A couple months later, my dog and I were taking a walk during the morning “tween” time, or morning twilight.

A small brown figure, about three inches tall, launched itself from the ground in a flurry of wings.

The rational part of my mind identified it as a large insect, perhaps a praying mantis.

But then it occurred to me that it was late January, there was a cold north wind blowing, the temperature was well below freezing, and the light of the rising sun had not yet reached the park.

There was no way this was an insect, nor a bird, nor a leaf or a piece of trash blowing on the wind.

It was in sight for about three feet, then disappeared, even though it should have been in plain view.

There were other encounters in the park.

Just past some sandbar willows in the native plants section, something small and brown, walking upright, started crossing the path ahead of us. It also appeared to be about three inches tall, and vanished while it still should have been in sight.

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by Brian Froud

Less than a week later, in the grass park of the park, my left foot struck something soft and yielding, nearly tripping me.

There was nothing to be seen, not even a tuff of turf, and it could not be felt again.

A few days later, again in the native plants section, there were a couple glimpses of something about twice as tall as the earlier brown beings, but of a sparkly, twinkly silver appearance.

There was also a possible appearance in my apartment one evening.

I was reading, and saw something white flutter down from the top of a bookshelf to the floor, but nothing could be found.

Also in that apartment were encounters with what I dubbed “fuzzballs”.

Also seen elsewhere, these were indistinct black shapes about the size of golfballs which would scurry for about a foot or do, then vanish, even on an open floor.

Eventually, Colorado was left behind, and I moved back to my boyhood state of Ohio. Our dawn walks continued, often in a park along the river, where many animals could be found, but other things as well, including sighting a small white being that was twirling around on the ice of the frozen river one winter morning.

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A very interesting encounter occurred almost exactly one year after the encounter with the being that I mistook for a mantis.

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by Jean Baptiste Monge

On a dawn walk, this time in a residential neighborhood which has lots of trees and flowers, I briefly spied a small brown fairy flying along.

In that instant, I knew that my daughter, who was living in Switzerland at the time, had given birth to her first child. My son-in-law telephoned a few hours later with the news.

More recently, last Autumn, I was crossing a bridge over a major highway.

The highway was well lit, as was the street I was following, but the bridge itself was not lighted.

It was well before dawn, and the temperature was cold. A light suddenly appeared in the air over the bridge, at about fifty feet above me I reckoned.

It was moving across the wind, meandering a bit. It was of an off-white color about the size of a large butterfly. It was in sight for about thirty feet, then vanished.

 Bob, U.S.

The Gift of Freedom

Part of the lore about the Good People is that they can use glamour to make things, including themselves, appear to be something different.

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A Fairy might take on the appearance of a mouse or of a butterfly, for example, or might make a pile of acorns look like a trove of gold coins, or to make physical object invisible.

When I was still in Denver, I had a number of occurrences with butterflies which seemed very strange. I do believe that in some cases the butterflies may have actually been Fairies using glamour, or at the very least actual butterflies were being controlled by the Good People or other entities of the spirit world.

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It started innocently enough. I was still recovering from cancer and was frequently at the veteran’s hospital in Denver. Whenever possible, I would walk to and from my appointments, and I would vary my routes.

One day I passed an absolutely delightful garden with many different kinds of flowers. Recalling what I had been taught about nature spirits, I mentally greeted each clump of flowers as I walked by.

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Near the end of the garden, one particular cluster of flowers caught my attention. I greeted it and praised it, and immediately there was a very strong and wonderful aroma, which vanished after a few seconds.

About two months later, I was passing the garden again, and this time I caught a glimpse of a Fairy’s wings flickering behind a clump of flowers.

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A month after that, I passed by that garden again, and mentally projected a greeting to whomever might be listening.

Immediately, a half dozen butterflies, later identified as American Painted Ladies, sprang up from the garden, and circled around me several times, not more than a foot away.

Then they landed back on the flowers again.

For the rest of that summer and fall, there were similar encounters with butterflies almost constantly.

If I stepped outside my home, I would often be greeted by one or more.

butterfly2If none were there, I would mentally project, “Where’s my little friends?” and one or more would appear.

One day, one of them went on our walk with my dog and me.

It would fly ahead, land and wait for us, then once more fly ahead when we caught up, over and over.

Part of this relationship may have stemmed from an incident.

Walking back from the neighborhood market on a sunny day, I saw an injured American Painted Lady fluttering about on the asphalt of the market’s parking lot.

park in shadeIt was missing one of its four wings, an injury from which it could not recover.

The asphalt was very hot that sunny day, and it came to me that if I were injured and dying, I would prefer not to be doing it on hot asphalt.

I very gently picked it up and carried it to a nearby shady, grassy area where it could die more comfortable.

As I released it there, I hit with a very strong reaction of approval, along the lines of, “As you have done it unto least of these my brethren.. ”

Some time later, my dog and I were once again walking to the park, and we encountered a woman and her young daughter, who we had met on other walks.

They carried a net, and the girl, who was about four or five years of age, was carrying a small cage box.

Wanna see my butterfly?” she asked, excitedly.

My heart sank a bit.

Somehow, I knew what she had in her cage.

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I did not remonstrate, as she was so innocently proud of her capture, and I do recognize that not everyone shares my beliefs, so I simply asked what sort of butterfly she had.

They didn’t know, so she opened the box enough for me to see that yes, indeed, it was an American Painted Lady.

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I told her what she had, but then was prompted to add something.

Did you know that sometimes when people think they see a butterfly, it really isn’t?” I asked.

Yes, sometimes it is a moth,” she replied.

True,” I acknowledged, “but some people believe that sometimes when you see a butterfly, it is actually a Fairy“.

Having given her some food for thought, my dog and I continued to the park. It came to me very strongly that perhaps I should have added that if she made a wish on her butterfly and set it free, the Fairies might grant the wish.

And as we continued on our walk, we had many of my little friends fluttering about us, with one almost landing on my dogs nose.

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The next day, we encountered the little girl again. And I asked how her butterfly was doing. Her reply warmed my heart.

“Oh,” she said, “we turned it loose.”

Coincidence? I don’t believe so.

Bob – U.S.

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2 Faerie Encounters from Latvia

Hearing mournful Faerie music.

My own experience is not too long or complicated, it is about music, coming from nowhere.

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Several times as a child and once, very briefly, as an adult I have heard someone playing a sad tune on some kind of woodwind instrument in places, where you wouldn’t expect to find musicians at all (in the woods), or at least not playing such tunes (at the zoo full of kids).

The tune was, as I said, quite sad, tearful even and I heard it while looking at the scenes, one could describe as desolate: an abandoned construction project at the zoo, poorly cut clearing with stumps and branches all over the place. That was in my childhood. jean baptiste monge4 (3)

Recently, after all these years, I heard the music again.

Very briefly – just ten seconds at best – but it brought back the memories at once.

I am sure it was same low woodwind (a clarinet, perhaps) and on the sad, misty, rainy November afternoon.

And again, it was in the countryside – hardly any street musicians there.

What’s funny about it all – mysterious music is not a major part of either Russian, or Latvian folklore, on the other hand, both traditions say that supernatural entities have lives of their own, with their weddings and funerals, which implies music.

Perhaps, a fairy musician was expressing his sorrow at the sight of abandoned or poorly done work (Russian fairies rejoice at human diligence and are angered by neglect).

Also, I learned that the place, where I heard the music last time as an adult was a battlefield in both great wars (and not too small at that – a metal detectorist friend of mine says the ground there sings from all the metal – bullets, spent casings, shell fragments)… Appropriate place to play a sad tune.

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An Encounter with a Leshy?

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One summer morning, when I was in my early teens, my father sat at the breakfast table.

He said that, just that morning ,he met a man dressed as if he just got out of bed – slightly disheveled, wearing a t-shirt, shorts and flip-flops, who came out of the woods asking, where he was.

The man seemed distressed, but quite sober, so my dad told him and the man was shocked when he learned that he is a full train stop away from his home.

Then the man told what had happened: as he was having his morning smoke, he decided to pop into the woods just across the lane from his house, which is not that uncommon.forest mushroom

Picking wild mushrooms is a popular activity and many people do just that – briefly search the edge of the woods before breakfast in hopes of finding half a dozen – enough to make a small bowl of sauce for dinner (those, who want to get more mushrooms go into the woods better equipped, covering as much of the body as the weather allows for fear of ticks and disease they can carry).

He found nothing and walked back. And walked… and then the woods became unfamiliar, and then he went out of the woods, where he saw unfamiliar houses and met my dad.

The man asked, where the train station was and went away, cursing and mumbling about not having any money and having to explain it all to his wife. There could, of course, be any number of rational explanations, perhaps the man was not as sober after all and just lost his way and the track of time, but someone familiar with Russian fairy lore can also suspect the work a Leshy – woodland spirit and lord of the woods (“a” is intentional – every forest has one, big forests have multiple, new forest will eventually have a new keeper move in).

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Leshy is a largely benevolent entity, know to help people (it is said that if an ill baby suddenly falls silent, Leshy is sitting beside the bad comforting the baby and praying for recovery), but as with most fairy creatures, is easily offended, or can just be in a bad mood.

Then, he can play mean pranks on humans, his favorite is confusing a person, making him or her loose a sense of direction and go the wrong way even in familiar places (lose one’s way among three pine trees, as the saying goes), but he can also lure a person deep into the woods by calling in a familiar voices, or transporting a person to a different place altogether, which seemed to have happened here.

What offends a Leshy? forest rubbish

First of all, disrespect for the woods – shouting on top of your lungs, unless in distress, breaking branches as you go, littering (and our unfortunate man smoked, as you remember, perhaps threw a cigarette butt away) and so on.

Treading on Leshy’s favorite track through the forest is even more offensive to him, but this usually invites a more immediate and violent reaction, up to and including sudden gusts of wind lifting a person from the ground.

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Maybe, the man offended lord of the woods somehow, or may be it was just one of those days, when Leshy felt like pranking an unfortunate soul.

Or maybe, there is a mundane explanation, who knows…

– Edgar, Latvia.