Fairy Encounter

April 8, 2010

 My first encounter, or should I say my first “conscious encounter” of a fairy in my dreams

 I think her name was some form of “Bria”; a Celtic sounding name.  How to describe her…beauty, wonder, magic, grace, and a multitude of shades and textures; the kind one might find in a forest.  At first it was like having a gigantic lunar moth glide into your vision, up close and personal, so as to force you to step back in order to view it in its entirety.  It wasn’t her shape so much as the grace and manner of gliding and fluttering ripples along her gossamer carpet, that gave one the impression of a lunar moth in flight.  Yet when she dipped below the water’s surface, she took on the characteristic grace of a lovely and elegant sting ray.  Her very essence elicited feelings of playfulness, wisdom, and peace.

         The children and I seemed to be the only ones who could see her.  All the adults could only see the business of their mundane lives.  She was so like the Pied Piper to those of us who could see her.  We were easily swept up in the wonder and magic of her as we gleefully danced across the meadow with her.  Every step, flutter and flash revealed a gorgeous and mesmerizing view of the patterns upon her huge gossamer carpet.  I recall my efforts to dance around to a point where I might be able to see her magnificent carpet in its full glory.  No sooner had I conjured the thought in my mind, she softly lit upon the meadow grasses and unfurled her gossamer carpet for me to see.

          It appeared as if she and the carpet were joined; they were all one.  The fairy herself was so poised and so elegant…much like a “true queen” filled with love and wisdom to be bestowed upon all within her magical realm.  It was then that I became conscious of my great niece, Bria, speaking to me in a voice filled with awe.  “Oh Aunt Jackie, you are so lucky.  You can really see her, you can see ‘-----------‘.”  My great niece actually spoke the fairy’s name, but it was as if she were speaking in tongues, for I could not comprehend it enough to even recall the sound of it.  I was so enamored in the wonder of it all that I could barely think as all.  I was pure sensation.  Her forest carpet was like eye candy that fed the soul unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.  My first impression was that of the many shades of green, gray and blue plus lots of shapes and textures.  Then it became so clear that this was an elaborate tapestry of an entire forest community; the land of the fairies…

          Once again our fairy apparition took flight and we all trailed along behind her being thrilled by every glimmer and furl of her gossamer green forest.  As we neared a body of water, I recall being slightly distracted by the yell of an adult warning us to be careful near the water.  As I returned my focus to the fairy, I noticed that her detail was not nearly as bold and clear as before.  As I wondered about this change, she glided down to rest upon the surface of the water.  She seemed to rest there, gently bobbing in the motion of the water itself.  Then slowly she began to immerse herself into the depths of the water.  The deeper she descended, the blurrier her appearance as the tiny bubbles pushed out from under her furls to race to the surface.  In the blink of an eye, she was gone from sight.  It left me with the strangest sense of yearning, of wanting to follow and follow and follow.  (sigh)

          The yearning was so strong, that I actually found myself stepping into the water.  As soon as my feet entered the water I became aware of sound.  Up to this point, I do not think she had made any sounds.  Then I realized she was talking.  Once again, I could not make out the words.  I leaned down to the water’s surface in an attempt to clearly hear what she might be saying.  My ears and my mind strained to make it out.  But it wasn’t until the ears of my heart opened up and I began to absorb the words.  I am sure that my heart recorded more of the message than my brain could manage to write upon this page.  “Teach the children what you know.  It is important for them to know.”  So here I sit, now awake; or should I say “awakened”?  The message has been delivered.  What shall I do with it now?  What is it that I know?  What is it that the children need to know?  Perhaps she shall return someday soon to help guide me along the way.

By:  Jacqueline Windon

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