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.

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.

 

Faerie Music in a Cedar Grove.

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I was with a friend. We were high atop Mount Fernan of the Rockies, way beyond cell-service range, in a grove of ancient cedar trees.

We were sitting beneath a massive cedar tree, besides a stream, and we asked the Faeries to join us. We sat for quite awhile, talking and laughing, when suddenly we heard this lovely ethereal music, very jovial and celebratory!

It seemed as close as the other side of the stream, but I did not see any entities. It was just the loveliest, most wonderful music.

– Rachael.

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By Ida Rentoul Outhwaite.

 

 

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.

 

 

Something in the Woods

I believe I’ve had several encounters with the Good People, since I was a small girl.  Too much has happened around me that I can’t really explain for it to be coincidental.

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Most of these have been happy, for the most part, though cautionary.  Even in the event it scared me, I didn’t feel particularly threatened.  I hear a bell quite often, just a soft tinkling sound that my dog seems to key in on, which is usually followed by finding something that I’ve been missing.

I’m careful not to say thank you when this happens, but it’s a strange, comfortable sort of thing.  I don’t really have words to describe it.  I live in a semi rural area, wooded on all sides of the houses.  We have about half an acre of woods on the property, but we also have neighbors across the main road and on either side of my home.

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I like to go out for hours and sit on a swing in my yard, enjoying nature, and occasionally listening to music, sometimes singing, or reading, and the swing faces the woods, so you see darting shadows and animals which occasionally regard you with almost knowing eyes.

Recently, however, I’ve been experiencing things of a nature that has me on edge.

It started about a week before Samhain.  I was spending the weekend alone for the most part, my family was out of town, but I had to work and was unable to take the days off.

My cousin came up and we had a good time, with some comfort food and music, and playing games and just generally talking until early in the morning.

About 1:00 in the morning, my dog decided she had to go out, so I let her out, standing out on my front porch.

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There was a chill in the air, as is typical for a fall in the Mountain State, but there were alot of nightly noises.

My dog stayed close to the house, in the light, straying only to the edge of it and staying there.

I noticed a light then, drifting too high to be someone carrying a flashlight or a phone, which came around the trees from my neighbors home, across the road, around another neighbor’s car and then drifting to the woodline down the road where it disappeared.

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I’ve seen things out of the corner of my eye before, and it startled me to be sure, but I let it go and didn’t think much of it.

I mentioned it to my cousin, as strange as she could see me staring at it from inside the house but hadn’t seen it herself.

This MAY have been my mistake, but I cannot say for certain.

We continued our night as though nothing had happened, and she left about 2:30 in the morning.  I walked her to her car.  It was still a very clear night and fairly noisy.  She drove off, and I went back inside.

My dog was agitated and antsy, so I decided to settle in for a bit to see if this would let her in turn, calm down.   It did not.  So I took it to mean she needed to go outside.

It was now 3:00 in the morning and I stepped out onto the porch I’d just been on not half an hour prior.  It was dead silent and there was a thick fog that had rolled in out of nowhere.  My dog had her hackles raised and darted into the dark out of sight in the fog, definitely not in her nature.

I didn’t want to wake up my neighbors, but I was instantly on edge, peering through the fog trying to discern where she’d gone, hissing her name.  She came back several minutes later, coming just into the light from the porch, stopped and turned her head to look behind her, and wagged her tail, then came trotting back to me.

I was straining my ears, as she was obviously reacting to someone, and hesitantly called out “Brent, is that you?” hoping my neighbor was outside for some unknown reason at three in the morning and I just couldn’t see him.  What met my ears, however, was a scream.

I jumped, but then let out a sigh.

It was bone-chilling and sounded very much like a woman’s scream.  My brain automatically began rationing, as I calmed my hammering heart, that it was a fox.

And then I heard distant laughter.  Males, though I couldn’t make out the conversation.  Again, while it alarmed me, I figured one of the neighbourhood houses were having some sort of party and people were goofing around on a porch and was about to laugh, when I heard a horse.

Now, I should mention, that while I live in a rural area, no one for several miles has horses.  I was quick to head into the house, and was unable to sleep for several hours.  In fact, it was dawn before I was able to settle enough to sleep.

It was several days later and the family was back from their trip.  I was up before any of them, and took the dog outside as part of the morning routine. That thick fog and deep silence was back, and I felt uneasy, but let it go.

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She went out and came back to the porch, calm as calm could be.  And we were about to go back in when there was a low whistling from the dark around the side of my house, in the yard next to the wood.  My dog instantaneously perked her ears up and trotted to the stairs leading to that part of the yard with her tail wagging.

I couldn’t see anyone but I could sense that someone was there, and it unnerved me.  So I called to the dog and we headed back into the house, where I shut and locked the door up tight.

My parents got up and got ready for work, we made breakfast and I didn’t mention this to them, as they tend to make light of things and make me feel like I’ve gone crazy because “these things don’t exist.”

I was in for the shock of a lifetime though.

Because I heard my father swear, which he never does, when he opened up the door to use the remote start on his car and ensured it turned on so the heat would get started, as it was a very chilly morning.

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My mother and I both looked and there, sitting on the porch was my dog, who wagged her tail at us, and then bolted off of the porch into the fog.

Dad started out the door after her, and mom was on his heels, but they both stopped when I, panicked now, shouted for them NOT to go outside.

We’d all seen her, collar and all on my porch, but in the midst of the arguing, I pointed out that our dog was asleep on the floor in the living room, and I didn’t know what was outside but I was very much afraid.

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I have a set of old iron keys that I use for a decoration, which I retrieved from the wall with a look that did not barter room for discussion and I walked my parents to their car.

Nothing has happened since, and the feeling of foreboding is gone now, but I have been carrying these large heavy iron keys to and from my car when I leave the house after dark.

I’m taking every available precaution, paying close attention to my surroundings.  My feelings of peace are restored when i’m outside in the daytime, but I can remember every detail about that encounter and it’s stuck with me and I’m finding myself gazing into the dark expanse between my car and the wood line almost every night as I head out for work.

Jennifer – West Virginia, U.S.

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34 – Wolves and Wulvers

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Wolves.

Majestic, powerful, intelligent, deadly Shapeshifting creatures who once roamed freely in the forests of Ireland… wait, what?

Shapeshifters?

Well, maybe.

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We ponder: is a Wolf always a Wolf?

Could they be, sometimes at least, the Good People in disguise?

Kitty takes a look at a few recorded accounts of encounters with creatures we call Wolves and wonders why the Good People might appear to us in Wolves clothing.

 

 

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We also ask:

what is a creature, half man, half wolf and no part werewolf?

A Wulver of course.

We get to know the lonely, and truly lovely, Wulver of Scotland.

His hobbies include: fishing, being outdoors and offering random acts of kindness.

 

Kitty reminds you that it’s not only okay to believe in the Good People, but knowing them could make you a better person!

For loads more Good People chat visit Kitty at…

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https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCZISzueo7YXNPwowda2p0zQ

or email at: glassonionstories@gmail.com

Podcast Credits:
Edited by: Magic Dan
Farley Mowat quotes from ‘Never Cry Wolf’. Read by Zed. www.fiverr.com/zornaph
Theme Music: ‘Irish Coffee’ by Giorgio Di Campo
Additional Music: ‘Wolf Blood’ by Adrian von Ziegler
‘Ancient Storm’ by Adrian von Ziegler
‘Atmospheres’ by Adrian von Ziegler
‘Heartbreaking’ by Kevin Macleod
‘Hidden Past’ by Kevin Macleod

6 Short Tales of Encounters with the Good People

It’s true, some people, and some families, are more open to sensing and seeing The Good People. Michael shares with us 6 short tales of his experience and knowledge of The Good People. 

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One.

My aunt May from Ireland, as a little girl, was out in the woods in Ireland, and she got lost. She told me that a beautiful lady in white appeared to her. She was radiant. The lady guided her out of the woods.

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And then she was gone. Knowing about the Celtic deities, I wondered if it might be a form of one of the Celtic goddesses. But I don’t really know.

Two.

Again, my aunt May, but as an adult, was watching over my grandmother’s sister, Ana, who was on her deathbed, not expected to live. She was a gifted lady in that she was known to see the Good People, reluctantly — because she was a good Catholic.

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Well, one day, she turned to my aunt May and said, “May, would you tell the little men on my bed to go away.” My aunt May then said, “Okay, you guys, swoosh! Go on now. Be on your way.”

And she swept the bedspread with her hands. She said, “Okay, Ana, there all gone now, see.” Ana, turned to my aunt May and replied, “Oh, thank God! I feel so much better now.”

Three.

My aunts and uncles, I was told, on occasions — when they were children — they would look for the Good People. As for myself, I am like my aunt Ana. I have seen the Good People all my life, so I have had many encounters.

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Four.

When I was a little child, about 5 years old, I was at my other grandmothers sister’s house. She kept a beautiful flower garden. So many beautiful flowers. I left everyone, and went for a walk through her garden.

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Suddenly, little balls of light appeared and danced all about me and around me. I remember feeling so happy and giggling, laughing. It was an entirely magical experience.

The Good People were so interested and curious about me. It was an amazing exchange of energy between us. After a while I was being called in to the house, and the Good People retreated away. It looked like they disappeared into the woods behind the house.

Five.

When I was in the cub scouts, we went on an outing in the woods in the state park. We were all sitting around a campfire toasting marshmallows. I sensed that there were eyes in the woods watching us.

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Later, as the fire was starting to die down, it was getting late and the smoke was in my eyes. It was an almost hypnotic effect.

Then I turned, and I clearly saw a little man standing high on a big, gray rock at the head of our circle. He wore a furry shirt, like a two toned animal skin; and he had a walking stick in hand. He was laughing and dancing around on the rock. He was soooo pleased with himself, because he knew no one could see him.

But I saw him; and I felt that he knew it. After, about several minutes, he disappeared.

Six.

When I lived in Colorado, I traveled way up in the Rocky Mountains, right outside Rky. Mnt. Nat. Pk., where I spent the night in a motel. I was relaxing, reading a book, when little beings of light came in and fluttered about my bed.

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They were very curious. I said, “Hello, welcome.” I think they were curious about the meditations I had been doing. They stayed for a little while, until their curiosity was completely satisfied. Then they left.

In the morning, before I left, I left some of my food, with some water, by the side of the front door for the Good People.

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Well, that is some of my stories. I hope you enjoyed them. I enjoyed sharing them. I don’t always get the chance to share these stories. Thank you for asking me to share them.

Michael.

26 – Glastig

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The Glastig, also known as the Green Lady, is long known to dwell in the Scottish Highlands and long speculated to have once been a mortal woman.

But, did she join the Good People by choice, or was she stolen away from her bed?

Either way, her days and nights are filled with protecting highland livestock and when the spirit takes her, caring for young children, old folk, and other weak minded or weak bodied mortals.

At first glance, she appears an altogether altruistic Faerie.

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So why do we fear her?

Why does her presence in a community cause such dread among farmers and hunters?

Is it because she has the lower body of a goat? Or is it her penchant for drinking blood?

Join Kitty to find out.

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As always, Kitty encourages keeping an open mind and reminds you it’s okay to believe in the Good People.

Read more stories of encounters with the Good People, share your own story of an encounter or perhaps one handed down through your family at:

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Highland Bothy

www.faerieofireland.com

and contact Kitty at:

www.glassonionstories@gmail.com

For lots of Faerie ideas, insights, facts and fun, be sure to check in daily at Kitty’s Facebook and Instagram pages.

www.facebook.com/encounterswiththegoodpeople and www.instagram.com/encounterswiththegoodpeople

Credits:

Tales from ‘Folk tales and Fairy lore – collected from oral tradition’ by Rev James Macdougall. Published in 1910.

Read by Zed. www.fiverr.com/zornaph
Read by Simone. www.fiverr.com/simonelow
Theme Music: ‘Irish Coffee’ by Giorgio Di Campo.
Additional Music: ‘Hidden Past’ by Kevin McLeod
‘Down the Rabbit Hole’ by myuu.
‘Land of the Free’ by Adrian von Zeigler
‘Fiddles McGinty’ by Kevin McLeod.

Faerie Photos on the Isle of Man – John H.

We conclude our special feature from John Hall and his Faerie adventures on the Isle of Man with a series of photos.

John took all these photos himself and has kindly shared them with us here on Faerie of Ireland. Some of these images have been published in Janet Bord’s book ‘The Traveller’s Guide to Fairy Sites’ by Gothic Publications, and are also mentioned in two other of her publications. Hope you enjoy, let me know what you think….

Cheers, Kitty.

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 The muddy path looking back down the area of the experience 

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 The actual picture of the Stick Figure in the tree canopy, (top centre) as I was having this weird sensation. 

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 Enlargement close up of Figure. 

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 Upper Glen Auldyn looking toward the Slate Quarries where small figures where seen dancing.

The Faerie Fern Leaf

Lunathesun shares this tale of childhood encounters. An intriguing and sudden burst of Faerie activity which seemingly began with a guided mediation and a fern leaf… curiouser and curiouser. Read on…

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Hi this was my experience!

I was around 10 when this happened and it was actually in my house.

It all started when I found a video of a woman on youtube talking about her experience with faeries. She was talking about how they changed her life and actually started crying a bit talking about them. She later mentioned at the end of the video to visit her website. It was along the lines of ‘faeries are real’.

When I was at the website, the background looked like an old paper. Like the yellow ones you see in old books and it had fancy fonts and what not. It also mentioned that it was under renovations or something like that. fern girl (2)

In one link it said, ‘how to see faeries’. There it said a method that was written like a guided meditation. All I remember from it was visualizing a white ball that goes around the house cleaning all the bad energy and then the white ball enters your body to clean out the bad energy from you and then after comes out of your body and disperses after.

I know there was more to this but I can’t remember. Then I try finding the faeries, but it obviously didn’t work. I don’t remember how long it was until I finally got this incident but i would say in about a week.

So, one day my best friend came over we were playing in my living room. We were being kids and just running and jumping into the couch. At one point, my best friend gets up and there was a fern stuck on her lower back. I take it, confused because we were no where near any plants at the point and I didn’t see her come in with that plant. brownie2 (2)

Then I try to match it with any of the ferns in my house (which were only two of them). It matched none of them. I placed it on a tall dresser in my room in a vase. I thought it was weird, and so I forgot about it.

Then the next day I was sitting in the living room when a small elf (now I know it was was a brownie) like a foot tall ran in a zig zag line in my living room really quickly and ran under my legs and disappeared.

The next day I was going into the bathroom and I see a small orange orb floating around near my towels and I go quickly to it but it goes into my towel and disappears.

Then the next day, I’m coming out of the bathroom and on the crown molding that is in the middle of the wall that is right next to the bathroom, a blue stereotypical fairy is sitting in it.

It had blue hair and blue skin and wings. It also looked like it was watching my mom cook.

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However when I got near it, the fairy dove to the floor and the floor rippled like water. That was the craziest experience but that was my last.

The next day the fern that I placed on my dresser disappeared. I asked my mom if she took it and she said why would she take it.

It couldn’t have been my little brother because he was too short and my dad could care less. I searched for it but I couldn’t find it.

If anyone knows the website or video I’m talking about please let me know because I can’t seem to find it.

Thank you!

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