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.
It is my belief that the Good People are entities of the spirit world who sometimes manifest into, and interact with, our physical world.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
A very interesting encounter occurred almost exactly one year after the encounter with the being that I mistook for a mantis.
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.