Where DID all the fairies,gnomes and elves go ?

[wormhole]

AN HISTORICAL OVERVIEW OF THE WHEREABOUTS OF GNOMES AND ELVES, FAUNS AND FAERIES, GOBLINS, OGRES, TROLLS AND BOGIES, NYMPHS, SPRITES AND DRYADS, PAST AND PRESENT

by Buck Young


A long, long time ago, the Earth belonged to the creatures of the wood. By creatures of the wood I mean gnomes, elves, faeries, etc. They tended it and took care of it, played in it, danced and sang in it, cared for wounded animals, worked out disputes between species, sat on mushrooms discussing matters of importance and drinking Labrador tea, rode down streams on leaves and bark, parachuted from trees on dandelion seeds. This was the world into which mankind was born. These early days, when man was but a newly arrived dinner guest who hadn't yet taken over the house, are fairly well documented in the literature and folklore of the world, so there's no need to go into it here. What I am interested in, and what I am asking you to be interested in, is the question, "Where did all the gnomes, elves, faeries, etc. go?"

The friction between man and the wood creatures began with the discovery of agriculture. With this discovery civilization arose and spread. The forests were cleared to provide wood for shelters and fields for pastures and crops. Mankind had set up camp. No longer just a visitor in someone else's world, he pushed the wild back from his newly built doorstep. At first, this wasn't a problem. There weren't that many people and everyone else felt that it was only fair to allot them their own half-acre to do with as they wished. Some of them even decided to help out. Gnomes moved into the barn houses and helped with the gardening chores. The devic spirits of the vegetables helped humans better organize their crops and plan rotation; taught them the correlation between planetary and lunar cycles and the agricultural year. They taught them to plant radishes when the moon is in Cancer, harvest when the moon is in Taurus. Many trolls felt that the heaping piles of manure were a change for the better, and decided to stick around too.

The rest of the wood creatures just backed off into the wood, occasionally playing tricks on the new settlers, like turning the milk sour, rearranging furniture, tipping cows, tickling people's faces in their sleep and once in a while stealing babies and leaving bundles of wood in their place.

But man's dominion spread (and spread and spread and spread) and the forests got smaller and smaller and smaller. Things got real crowded in the woods, and things were getting worse in civilization. Most farmers weren't listening to the devic spirits anymore. People found they could increase their output by disregarding the needs of the earth. They were raising productivity and killing the soil. Petrochemicals were just a step away. Most of the devic spirits and gnomes fled. The trolls stayed. Today, they live mostly under bridges and in the shallow mucky ditches beneath the metal grating on farm roads that cows are afraid to cross. Be sure to honk your horn before driving over one of these. A troll may be hanging from the grate, swinging over its living room, as they are apt to do after rolling in muck and manure. If you don't give a warning honk, you may run over its fingers, and it's not a great idea to get either your name or your license plate number on a troll's shite list.

Now, there is little wild land left at all, and even that is shrinking at an unprecedented rate. There is simply not enough wild space for all the gnomes and elves, fauns and faeries, goblins, ogres, trolls and bogies, nymphs, sprites, and dryads.

So where are they?

Are they dead?

No.

So, where did they go?

The answer is a bit surprising. They didn't go anywhere. We did. Early humans had an intuitive knowledge of their role in nature, just as bears and raccoons and mice and every other critter does. They understood, from the ways of the wild around them, that nothing ever comes from nowhere and nothing ever just disappears. Things change form. Death is necessary for life to continue. They offered up their kills as sacrifices to the gods of nature. They offered praise, prayer, sacrifice and song to the spirits of the wild, to brother buffalo, brother deer, and brother tree.

Now we know that everything that ever existed continues to exist, in one form or another, and as far as we can tell, they were more aware of that back then than we are now. So, the sacrifice, song and prayer did not ensure the immortality of the slaughtered, either in body or spirit. That was already taken care of. What it did ensure was the continuance of the connection between the spirit of the slaughterer and the spirit of the slaughtered. Killing is risky business. The membrane separating the internal from the external is not necessarily as thick or as clearly defined as we have come to believe. Every time we kill, we risk killing the reality of that thing inside ourselves as well as outside. We risk breaking the connections that lead in and out of the membrane. Taking a life to feed life requires a keen understanding of the natural law of give and take. When we lost that understanding, gave up the songs, the sacrifice, the prayers, we lost the connection. Saying grace is not enough.

When we lose those connections, everything becomes dead - fish, rivers, frogs, mice, even each other. There is no way they can reach inside us any more. The five senses we are left with are not enough. We have given up those connections in exchange for the freedom to clear-cut forests with skidders, turn cows into milk machines and chickens into egg factories. We can experiment with animals, club seals, wear fur, and exterminate entire species. Not a twinge of guilt. The lines have been severed.

And we are all under the impression that it is the forests, the creatures, the spirits and the wild lands that are disappearing from the universe and not us. This is not so. Thinking like that is like thinking that if you stand on the end of a limb and saw that limb from the tree, that the tree will fall and you will remain standing. Bugs Bunny might be able to get away with that, but we can't.

It is we who have fallen away from the real world into a world where we may carry out our twisted sterile dreams without threatening the earth and its inhabitants. Ever wonder why the trees, stones, rivers and streams, birds, bears, frogs and snakes no longer talk to us as they did in the early tales of Native America, the Hindu, the Africans, the bible? It's because we're not around to talk to anymore. Every clear-cut, every vivisection, every mechanized slaughter of cow, pig or chicken moves our dream world further and further from the tree, making a reunification, which is still possible, more and more difficult.

Somewhere not so far from here, in the real world, the ancient forests are still standing, the buffalo roams the prairies, the sky is full of condors, the deer and the antelope play, and dodo birds still wander the sandy beaches, bumping into things.

Where there are still wild lands in our dream world, strong connections still exist. Bridges, tunnels, portals. Occasionally a traveler will get lost in the wilderness and find himself in the real world, returning the next day to find that a hundred years have passed, or never returning at all.

There are more ephemeral connections as well - brooks and waterfalls where you can still here voices from the other side, if you listen carefully enough... When they sit by these waters, they hear loud clanking and screams. When they eat magic mushrooms, everything STOPS glowing and condos rise where forests stand. Our children can see their world in their dreams. Their children see our world in the nightmares.

And there is another connection. Sometimes agents from the other side infiltrate our world in an attempt to expedite reunification. Believe it or not, they miss us over there. Sometimes - more often than you might think - they send souls over to our world to be born as human babies. There are quite a lot of them actually - gnomes, elves, faeries, sprites, etc. running around in human bodies, doing crazy things like writing on walls, working in co-ops, running inns in the mountains, talking to themselves in the streets, making pottery, practicing witchcraft. They are planting biodynamic gardens, sitting in the back yard naked, arguing with satan. They are in asylums pumped full of Thorazine, in a classroom on Ritalin and lithium. They live with Indians. They run recycling centers. They are starting revolutions, corrupting the young, inventing paranoid conspiracy theories, making up religions. They're directing movies, gobbling acid, drinking heavily and writing poetry.

The transition from their world to ours is not an easy one. It's not easy on the soul and much is lost. They may have no idea who or what they are at first. They may or may not find out. They WILL know they are not like other people. They will know that this world is not theirs. They will faintly remember something better, where things made sense and worked like they ought to, where love and magic had the power to heal.

They will know what makes other people happy does not make them happy, and that what makes them happy makes them happier than anyone else alive.

They will see things others cannot see, hear things others cannot hear, feel things others cannot feel, and know things others do not know.

They will laugh a great deal or cry a great deal or both.

They will love humans individually, but have a hard time with humanity as whole, and that will occasionally approach loathing.

They will have a handful of very close friends, and often be very lonely.

They will be unhappiest when forced to act like a human and do things that humans do, want what humans want, or when they are convinced that they actually are one.

Things will not be easy for them. Because of their memories of the other side, the world will seem to them a wondrous calliope with just a few teeth missing on one of the cogs. Because of this tiny deficiency, the music is off key, the horses are crashing into each other and the children are frightened, bruised and crying.

The solutions will seem obvious, but no one will listen.

They will repeatedly be punished for shouting FIRE! in a crowded theatre, when the buildings really are in flames but no one else can see....They will get slapped on the wrist for pointing to the EXIT signs when everyone else is running around screaming and trampling one another.

They will be zealous, fanatical and didactic in their beliefs. They will feel utterly confused.

They will have ecstatic visions and babble incoherently. They will be extremely articulate.

They are prone to long periods of silence. They have no idea how to say what they really mean.

They spend a lot of time with children and animals.

They will become drunkards and dope fiends, organic gardeners, soap makers, carpenters, madmen, magicians, jugglers and clowns, lunatic physicists, painter and scribblers, travelers and wanderers...

They will dress in bright colors, frumpy sweaters or all black.

They will smoke too much and drink too much. They will eat only macrobiotic foods. They will develop addictions to Mountain Dew.

They will often be accused of living in their own fantasy world.

They will make great lovers. Yeah, even the trolls.

They will spend too much time either making love or thinking about it.

They will speak to inanimate objects. They will have much brighter eyes than everyone else. They will expect their magic to work in this world and their love to heal, and will be crushed by this world, and often won't expect it.

It will come close to killing them.

They will visit the places where the connections still exist: the waterfalls, the mountains, the oceans, and the forests. They will draw on all the power they have, and sometimes, sometimes, the magic will work. And everything will be wondrously easy. The teeth will grow back on the cog on the calliope, the tune will right itself, the horses will bob gracefully up and down, around and around, and the children will giggle and sing with cotton candy stuck to their cheeks and noses.

They will spend their days trying to reconnect a branch that millions are busy sawing away at. Often it will be more than they can bear.

While the rest of humanity is busy working on new and more efficient ways to lay waste to the Earth with the push of a button, they are saving it. A handful at a time.

They will share a common conviction that they are the only sane individuals in a world gone mad.

They are right.

:D

Here's a link to the site it came from http://www.eso-garden.com/

[pollock]

OMG, I guess Im a troll or a pixie then
Thanks for that link!

F

[fantana]

What a boring read, pure nonsense.

It could of been alright if it didnt pass from the "this is just a fairy tale" to all the new age bollocks with high hopes of love and laughter and holding hands and go "wwwwweeeeeeeee" all the time.

[lumukanda]

hey, i only go 'wheeeeee!' some of the time!

but having said that, a close look at faeries, wrt the tuatha de danan is a really interesting subject.

[armoured saint]

hey, i only go 'wheeeeee!' some of the time!

but having said that, a close look at faeries, wrt the tuatha de danan is a really interesting subject.


Was it Conan The Fomorian that defeated the Tuatha De Danan, and forced them to flee inside the earth or away from Ireland?

[fantana]

hey, i only go 'wheeeeee!' some of the time!

but having said that, a close look at faeries, wrt the tuatha de danan is a really interesting subject.

Give me the jist off it (not jizz)

[lumukanda]

nope, it was the milesians from spain :

A third battle was fought against a subsequent wave of invaders, the Milesians, from the northwest of the Iberian Peninsula (present day Galicia and Northern Portugal), descendants of Míl Espáine (who are thought to represent the Goidelic Celts). The Milesians encountered three goddesses of the Tuatha Dé, Ériu, Banba and Fodla, who asked that the island be named after them; Ériu is the origin of the modern name Éire, and Banba and Fodla are still sometimes used as poetic names for Ireland.

Their three husbands, Mac Cuill, Mac Cecht and Mac Gréine, who were kings of the Tuatha Dé at that time, asked for a truce of three days, during which the Milesians would lie at anchor nine waves' distance from the shore. The Milesians complied, but the Tuatha Dé created a magical storm in an attempt to drive them away. The Milesian poet Amergin calmed the sea with his verse, before his people landed and defeated the Tuatha Dé at Tailtiu. When Amergin was called upon to divide the land between the Tuatha Dé Danann and his own people, he cleverly allotted the portion above ground to the Milesians and the portion underground to the Tuatha Dé. The Tuatha Dé were led underground into the Sidhe mounds by The Dagda.
Tuatha Dé Danann - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

legend has it that after they went underground, they became the faeries.

[hagbard_celine]

The Fairy folk have never gone away. They're still here today!

(No, Fantana, I'm not talking about the Galiens!) The Fairies are just an old fashioned word for Grey aliens. It's true. The fairies look like the Greys, they kidnap people, rape people and force them to breed. They also mutilate people and carry out painful experiments on them.

[misscpb]

AN HISTORICAL OVERVIEW OF THE WHEREABOUTS OF GNOMES AND ELVES, FAUNS AND FAERIES, GOBLINS, OGRES, TROLLS AND BOGIES, NYMPHS, SPRITES AND DRYADS, PAST AND PRESENT

by Buck Young


A long, long time ago, the Earth belonged to the creatures of the wood. By creatures of the wood I mean gnomes, elves, faeries, etc. They tended it and took care of it, played in it, danced and sang in it, cared for wounded animals, worked out disputes between species, sat on mushrooms discussing matters of importance and drinking Labrador tea, rode down streams on leaves and bark, parachuted from trees on dandelion seeds. This was the world into which mankind was born. These early days, when man was but a newly arrived dinner guest who hadn't yet taken over the house, are fairly well documented in the literature and folklore of the world, so there's no need to go into it here. What I am interested in, and what I am asking you to be interested in, is the question, "Where did all the gnomes, elves, faeries, etc. go?"

The friction between man and the wood creatures began with the discovery of agriculture. With this discovery civilization arose and spread. The forests were cleared to provide wood for shelters and fields for pastures and crops. Mankind had set up camp. No longer just a visitor in someone else's world, he pushed the wild back from his newly built doorstep. At first, this wasn't a problem. There weren't that many people and everyone else felt that it was only fair to allot them their own half-acre to do with as they wished. Some of them even decided to help out. Gnomes moved into the barn houses and helped with the gardening chores. The devic spirits of the vegetables helped humans better organize their crops and plan rotation; taught them the correlation between planetary and lunar cycles and the agricultural year. They taught them to plant radishes when the moon is in Cancer, harvest when the moon is in Taurus. Many trolls felt that the heaping piles of manure were a change for the better, and decided to stick around too.

The rest of the wood creatures just backed off into the wood, occasionally playing tricks on the new settlers, like turning the milk sour, rearranging furniture, tipping cows, tickling people's faces in their sleep and once in a while stealing babies and leaving bundles of wood in their place.

But man's dominion spread (and spread and spread and spread) and the forests got smaller and smaller and smaller. Things got real crowded in the woods, and things were getting worse in civilization. Most farmers weren't listening to the devic spirits anymore. People found they could increase their output by disregarding the needs of the earth. They were raising productivity and killing the soil. Petrochemicals were just a step away. Most of the devic spirits and gnomes fled. The trolls stayed. Today, they live mostly under bridges and in the shallow mucky ditches beneath the metal grating on farm roads that cows are afraid to cross. Be sure to honk your horn before driving over one of these. A troll may be hanging from the grate, swinging over its living room, as they are apt to do after rolling in muck and manure. If you don't give a warning honk, you may run over its fingers, and it's not a great idea to get either your name or your license plate number on a troll's shite list.

Now, there is little wild land left at all, and even that is shrinking at an unprecedented rate. There is simply not enough wild space for all the gnomes and elves, fauns and faeries, goblins, ogres, trolls and bogies, nymphs, sprites, and dryads.

So where are they?

Are they dead?

No.

So, where did they go?

The answer is a bit surprising. They didn't go anywhere. We did. Early humans had an intuitive knowledge of their role in nature, just as bears and raccoons and mice and every other critter does. They understood, from the ways of the wild around them, that nothing ever comes from nowhere and nothing ever just disappears. Things change form. Death is necessary for life to continue. They offered up their kills as sacrifices to the gods of nature. They offered praise, prayer, sacrifice and song to the spirits of the wild, to brother buffalo, brother deer, and brother tree.

Now we know that everything that ever existed continues to exist, in one form or another, and as far as we can tell, they were more aware of that back then than we are now. So, the sacrifice, song and prayer did not ensure the immortality of the slaughtered, either in body or spirit. That was already taken care of. What it did ensure was the continuance of the connection between the spirit of the slaughterer and the spirit of the slaughtered. Killing is risky business. The membrane separating the internal from the external is not necessarily as thick or as clearly defined as we have come to believe. Every time we kill, we risk killing the reality of that thing inside ourselves as well as outside. We risk breaking the connections that lead in and out of the membrane. Taking a life to feed life requires a keen understanding of the natural law of give and take. When we lost that understanding, gave up the songs, the sacrifice, the prayers, we lost the connection. Saying grace is not enough.

When we lose those connections, everything becomes dead - fish, rivers, frogs, mice, even each other. There is no way they can reach inside us any more. The five senses we are left with are not enough. We have given up those connections in exchange for the freedom to clear-cut forests with skidders, turn cows into milk machines and chickens into egg factories. We can experiment with animals, club seals, wear fur, and exterminate entire species. Not a twinge of guilt. The lines have been severed.

And we are all under the impression that it is the forests, the creatures, the spirits and the wild lands that are disappearing from the universe and not us. This is not so. Thinking like that is like thinking that if you stand on the end of a limb and saw that limb from the tree, that the tree will fall and you will remain standing. Bugs Bunny might be able to get away with that, but we can't.

It is we who have fallen away from the real world into a world where we may carry out our twisted sterile dreams without threatening the earth and its inhabitants. Ever wonder why the trees, stones, rivers and streams, birds, bears, frogs and snakes no longer talk to us as they did in the early tales of Native America, the Hindu, the Africans, the bible? It's because we're not around to talk to anymore. Every clear-cut, every vivisection, every mechanized slaughter of cow, pig or chicken moves our dream world further and further from the tree, making a reunification, which is still possible, more and more difficult.

Somewhere not so far from here, in the real world, the ancient forests are still standing, the buffalo roams the prairies, the sky is full of condors, the deer and the antelope play, and dodo birds still wander the sandy beaches, bumping into things.

Where there are still wild lands in our dream world, strong connections still exist. Bridges, tunnels, portals. Occasionally a traveler will get lost in the wilderness and find himself in the real world, returning the next day to find that a hundred years have passed, or never returning at all.

There are more ephemeral connections as well - brooks and waterfalls where you can still here voices from the other side, if you listen carefully enough... When they sit by these waters, they hear loud clanking and screams. When they eat magic mushrooms, everything STOPS glowing and condos rise where forests stand. Our children can see their world in their dreams. Their children see our world in the nightmares.

And there is another connection. Sometimes agents from the other side infiltrate our world in an attempt to expedite reunification. Believe it or not, they miss us over there. Sometimes - more often than you might think - they send souls over to our world to be born as human babies. There are quite a lot of them actually - gnomes, elves, faeries, sprites, etc. running around in human bodies, doing crazy things like writing on walls, working in co-ops, running inns in the mountains, talking to themselves in the streets, making pottery, practicing witchcraft. They are planting biodynamic gardens, sitting in the back yard naked, arguing with satan. They are in asylums pumped full of Thorazine, in a classroom on Ritalin and lithium. They live with Indians. They run recycling centers. They are starting revolutions, corrupting the young, inventing paranoid conspiracy theories, making up religions. They're directing movies, gobbling acid, drinking heavily and writing poetry.

The transition from their world to ours is not an easy one. It's not easy on the soul and much is lost. They may have no idea who or what they are at first. They may or may not find out. They WILL know they are not like other people. They will know that this world is not theirs. They will faintly remember something better, where things made sense and worked like they ought to, where love and magic had the power to heal.

They will know what makes other people happy does not make them happy, and that what makes them happy makes them happier than anyone else alive.

They will see things others cannot see, hear things others cannot hear, feel things others cannot feel, and know things others do not know.

They will laugh a great deal or cry a great deal or both.

They will love humans individually, but have a hard time with humanity as whole, and that will occasionally approach loathing.

They will have a handful of very close friends, and often be very lonely.

They will be unhappiest when forced to act like a human and do things that humans do, want what humans want, or when they are convinced that they actually are one.

Things will not be easy for them. Because of their memories of the other side, the world will seem to them a wondrous calliope with just a few teeth missing on one of the cogs. Because of this tiny deficiency, the music is off key, the horses are crashing into each other and the children are frightened, bruised and crying.

The solutions will seem obvious, but no one will listen.

They will repeatedly be punished for shouting FIRE! in a crowded theatre, when the buildings really are in flames but no one else can see....They will get slapped on the wrist for pointing to the EXIT signs when everyone else is running around screaming and trampling one another.

They will be zealous, fanatical and didactic in their beliefs. They will feel utterly confused.

They will have ecstatic visions and babble incoherently. They will be extremely articulate.

They are prone to long periods of silence. They have no idea how to say what they really mean.

They spend a lot of time with children and animals.

They will become drunkards and dope fiends, organic gardeners, soap makers, carpenters, madmen, magicians, jugglers and clowns, lunatic physicists, painter and scribblers, travelers and wanderers...

They will dress in bright colors, frumpy sweaters or all black.

They will smoke too much and drink too much. They will eat only macrobiotic foods. They will develop addictions to Mountain Dew.

They will often be accused of living in their own fantasy world.

They will make great lovers. Yeah, even the trolls.

They will spend too much time either making love or thinking about it.

They will speak to inanimate objects. They will have much brighter eyes than everyone else. They will expect their magic to work in this world and their love to heal, and will be crushed by this world, and often won't expect it.

It will come close to killing them.

They will visit the places where the connections still exist: the waterfalls, the mountains, the oceans, and the forests. They will draw on all the power they have, and sometimes, sometimes, the magic will work. And everything will be wondrously easy. The teeth will grow back on the cog on the calliope, the tune will right itself, the horses will bob gracefully up and down, around and around, and the children will giggle and sing with cotton candy stuck to their cheeks and noses.

They will spend their days trying to reconnect a branch that millions are busy sawing away at. Often it will be more than they can bear.

While the rest of humanity is busy working on new and more efficient ways to lay waste to the Earth with the push of a button, they are saving it. A handful at a time.

They will share a common conviction that they are the only sane individuals in a world gone mad.

They are right.

:D

Here's a link to the site it came from http://www.eso-garden.com/


A great post, thank you. As for the faeries I think they have a wonderful energy. Therer is a great book called "Healing With The Fairies" by Doreen Virtue.

Take Care

[11kushna11]

The Fairy folk have never gone away. They're still here today!

(No, Fantana, I'm not talking about the Galiens!) The Fairies are just an old fashioned word for Grey aliens. It's true. The fairies look like the Greys, they kidnap people, rape people and force them to breed. They also mutilate people and carry out painful experiments on them.

I tend to agree; the fairies where a more perceptually acceptable medium for abductions throughout history since they conformed more to mythologically aesthetic expectations of the Earth inhabitants of the time. The 'greys' replaced them within the public consciousness after Hollywood and television began to immunize us to the idea of extraterrestrial contact.

[ho1ogram]

I recently read a compilation of Irish Faery stories put together by Yeats. I noticed there were a few abduction stories.

I know two people who saw and played with little flying faeries when they were young. It's a father and daughter, both saw them at the Scottish mother/grandmothers house (She came out from Scotland, they saw them in Australia). Neither were on nor had ever taken drugs. They both saw them on multiple occasions and only found out about the other seeing them a few years ago when they both confided in me.

I have another friend who had a long conversation with an elf type while on mushy's or acid. The elemental or whatever told him to ditch all his wordly goods and live free and he would be able to continue communicating with the elves... of course he freaked out, bought a house, shacked up and had kids..lol.. He looks like a gnome or elf, hangs out in the garden, and is an artist and definitely not suited to the 'real' world.

They exist. You have to believe in them first. Like when the Spanish dude came to Souoth America and no one could see his ships because they were so far removed from their reality. Remember we see with our brains and not our eyes.

[hagbard_celine]

I tend to agree; the fairies where a more perceptually acceptable medium for abductions throughout history since they conformed more to mythologically aesthetic expectations of the Earth inhabitants of the time. The 'greys' replaced them within the public consciousness after Hollywood and television began to immunize us to the idea of extraterrestrial contact.

Yes. The Greys fit the description of the Fairies of legend so closely that it seems likely that they are one and the same. The Greys are simply how the modern world defines the same phenomenon. The conventional view of aliens: the idea that Greys are "aliens" in the sense that they are flesh-and-blood creatures like us who fly vast distances in nuts-and-bolts spacecraft from Mars or other planets further away, but still exist within our universe and can be flown to through space or seen through with a telescope. This largely an assumption. Aliens are alien all right! It's just that they're not from outer space, they're from "otherspace", a world beyond our 3D/linear time universe. I think this makes them even more alien than if they were extraterrestrial astonauts.

[hagbard_celine]

They exist. You have to believe in them first. Like when the Spanish dude came to Souoth America and no one could see his ships because they were so far removed from their reality. Remember we see with our brains and not our eyes.

I think so too. There may be many things around us that we do not perceive because our hologram hasn't caught up with them, but the Fairies/greys seem to have a wider level of perception then us. they can see us; we can't see them! Creepy! It's no good closing the blinds when you take a bath! It's possible that some people are selected for contact and others for abduction. Reports of Fairy contact, just like alien contact, varies from brutal torture, rape and mutilation to interesting casual chats, to divine enlightened inspiration.

[them]

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Folktrax resource centre for those interested in traditional musics and cultures www.folktrax.pwp.blueyonder.co.uk/

Glasgow Broadside Ballads, The Murray Collection www.cc.gla.ac.uk/courses/scottish/ballads/index.htm

A guide to English folk and traditional music on the Internet http://web.ukonline.co.uk/martin.nail/Folkmus.htm#Contents

Gypsy Collections at University of Liverpool sca.lib.liv.ac.uk/collections/gypsy/intro.htm

Gypsy Lore Society www.gypsyloresociety.org/

Horniman Museum www.horniman.ac.uk

International Ballad Commission / Kommission für Volksdichtung www.siefhome.org under Working Groups.

International Society for Contemporary Legend Research (ISCLR) www.panam.edu/faculty/mglazer/isclr/isclr.htm

International Society for Folk Narrative Research (ISNFR) www.folklore.org.il/ISFNR/

Juliette Wood, Folklorist www.juliettewood.com/

Kommission für Volksdichtung www.usu.edu/~folklo/ibc/ibchome.htm

The Leeds Archive of Vernacular Culture www.leeds.ac.uk/english/activities/lavc/

Maori mythology and folklore www.maori.info

Marvels and Tales www.langlab.wayne.edu/MarvelsHome/Marvels_Tales.html

Master Mummers: Peter Millington's Folk Play site: http://www.mastermummers.org

The Michigan Traditonal Arts Program www.museum.msu.edu/s-program/mtap/AboutMTAP/

The Missouri Folklore Society missourifolkloresociety.truman.edu/mfs.html

Mitimaes (Peruvian Folklore Group) http://www.mitimaes.de.html

The Morris Ring www.themorrisring.org/

Musée national des arts et traditions populaires, Paris mistral.culture.fr/culture/atp/mnatp/francais/cprov.htm

Museum of East Anglian Life www.suffolkcc.gov.uk/tourism/meal/

Museum of Welsh Life, St Fagans www.nmgw.ac.uk/en/stfagans/

Musical Traditions www.mustrad.org.uk

National Centre for English Cultural Tradition www.shef.ac.uk/uni/projects/cectal/

Nordic Network of Folkloristics www.hf.uib.no/i/ikk/NNF/nnfintro.htm

Revels founded in 1971 by author and musician John Langstaff to promote the understanding and appreciation of traditional folk music, dance and rituals from around the world www.revels.org/

Routledge, publisher of Folklore www.tandf.co.uk/journals/titles/0015587X.asp

Simply Australia, the e-zine on Australian folklore simplyaustralia.mountaintracks.com.au/

Spire Folk www.spirefolk.org.uk

Société Internationale d’Ethnologie et de Folklore / International Society for Ethnology and Folklore) http://www.siefhome.org/

Society for Ethnomusicology www.indiana.edu/~ethmusic/

Society for Storytelling www.sfs.org.uk/

South East London Folklore Society www.selfs.org.uk

Tim Sheppard’s Storytelling Resources for Storytellers www.timsheppard.co.uk/story/

Tradition Magazine - keeping traditions alive www.traditionmagazine.com

The Traditional Music and Song Association of Scotland www.tmsa.org.uk/

Traditional Song Forum www.bl.uk/collections/sound-archive/traditional_music.html

Ulster Folk and Transport Home Page www.uftm.org.uk/

University College London, Library Services library.ucl.ac.uk

University of Glasgow, Crichton Campus, MLitt Scottish Cultural Heritage www.cc.gla.ac.uk:443/layer2/postgrad/m_litt_sch.php

Vermont Folklife Center www.vermontfolklifecenter.org

Veteran www.veteran.co.uk

Warburg Institute www.sas.ac.uk/warburg/

Warburg Institute Library www2.sas.ac.uk/warburg/mnemosyne/entrance.htm

Western States Folklore Society www.westernfolklore.org/

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[them]

Folklore Society

The Folklore Society
The Warburg Institute
Woburn Square
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Warburg family - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia


http://www.mmwarburg.ch/index.html

[graflok]

If you're interested in this subject (fairies, etc) I highly recommend this documentary film:
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0276123/

[quelyn]

Misscpb,

I agree completely! I still glance at Doreen Virtue's book time and again.

Accentuate the positive and IGNORE the negative!

Namaste'

[thoth]

What a boring read, pure nonsense.

It could of been alright if it didnt pass from the "this is just a fairy tale" to all the new age bollocks with high hopes of love and laughter and holding hands and go "wwwwweeeeeeeee" all the time.


Fantana, why so harsh? I am not saying that I agree with the post 100%, but I do know that in certain places witihin the world used to be filled with other entities which some would call elves or gnomes. Case in point, Dr. Rick Straussman in his book, DMT: The Spirit Molecule, states that when the people he studied were under the affects of DMT and high dosages of LSD (provided via the US government) they could see 'little people' among other things. Whats strange is the same things were reported by indigenous people when under the influence of ayahuasca reported similar beings. And thats not all, all sorts of wierd shit. But there are consistencies. Graham Handcock in his book Supernatural talked about virtually the same things from a different angle completely.

Remember the stories of the Leprechan at the end of the rainbow? The rainbow is the light spectrum, and the Leprechan being a type of entity that exists within that part of the light spectrum. The pot of gold are secrets about the nature of reality! Why new age? None of these ideas are new. I think that several things have caused humanities vibration to close these things out. Be hopeful friend, don't close out so many possibilities.

Whats wrong with holding hands? Are you denying yourself love and oneness?

[fantana]

Fantana, why so harsh? I am not saying that I agree with the post 100%, but I do know that in certain places witihin the world used to be filled with other entities which some would call elves or gnomes. Case in point, Dr. Rick Straussman in his book, DMT: The Spirit Molecule, states that when the people he studied were under the affects of DMT and high dosages of LSD (provided via the US government) they could see 'little people' among other things. Whats strange is the same things were reported by indigenous people when under the influence of ayahuasca reported similar beings. And thats not all, all sorts of wierd shit. But there are consistencies. Graham Handcock in his book Supernatural talked about virtually the same things from a different angle completely.

Remember the stories of the Leprechan at the end of the rainbow? The rainbow is the light spectrum, and the Leprechan being a type of entity that exists within that part of the light spectrum. The pot of gold are secrets about the nature of reality! Why new age? None of these ideas are new. I think that several things have caused humanities vibration to close these things out. Be hopeful friend, don't close out so many possibilities.

Whats wrong with holding hands? Are you denying yourself love and oneness?


There is nothing wrong with holding hands so long as you are protected, remember folks, no glove, no love.

And I am harsh on that article because it presents falsified legends and acts as if the reality of the situation is an understanding that love and oneness are the whole.

And you know, if you grew up all your life being called a gnome, you probably would have some bad feelings of resentment to it yourself. 5 foot 4 is a good height for any man.

[thoth]

There is nothing wrong with holding hands so long as you are protected, remember folks, no glove, no love.

And I am harsh on that article because it presents falsified legends and acts as if the reality of the situation is an understanding that love and oneness are the whole.

And you know, if you grew up all your life being called a gnome, you probably would have some bad feelings of resentment to it yourself. 5 foot 4 is a good height for any man.

LOL!!

[domtak]

Remember the stories of the Leprechan at the end of the rainbow? The rainbow is the light spectrum, and the Leprechan being a type of entity that exists within that part of the light spectrum. The pot of gold are secrets about the nature of reality!

Wow - that's a great perspective on that myth. Ace! :D

[armoured saint]

There was an entitiy known as Conan who was a Fomorian and even though it may have been another Fomorian King who vanquished the Tuatha, Conan was alleged to be able to kill with a look of an eye.

I've read it from a few sources, but here's one I've quickly come up with.

http://www.sligoheritage.com/archbalor.htm

[hagbard_celine]

There was a brilliant series of book written a few years ago by Caseal Mor, an Australian author with proud Irish roots. They were set in 5th Century Ireland and were all about the coming of Christianity and the resistance put up by the indigenous Druids. There were three in "The Wanderers" series: The Circle and the Cross, The Song of the Earth and I never read the last one. But afterwards he wrote a prequel too. They're out of print now and I can't even find them online!

In the books the hero, who is an apprentice Druid, has to complete his training, a bit like Luke Skywalker in Star Wars, and at the same time cope with the invading Christian missionaries. He goes into trace states and meets with the Tuatha De Danaan.

[ho1ogram]

There is an interesting compilation of the above themes at this blog: http://rigint.blogspot.com/2007/05/many-dimensions-part-two.html

Here's an extract...

Invisibility, teleportation, slayings and subterranean entities: these are universal Shamanistic tropes, shared also by modern UFOlogical mythos. (Jose Antonio Da Silva described being carried by hairy dwarves into a stone chamber where he saw human bodies stacked; even the Dulce disinformation of underground battles with reptoids follow the pattern.) Credo Mutwa has said about his own experience of communicating such profound liminal encounters that "Everything was put down to black superstition, and it still is, [but] Africans simply tell what they know. " Perhaps the Irish were simply doing the same for Kirk, who died suddenly at 48 while walking up the sacred mound of Fairy Knowe. It had been his daily practice to lie upon it with his ear to the ground, listening for sounds from the secret caverns beneath. "Locals," writes Alan Richardson in his introduction to the 2005 edition, "aware of his keen interest in what he termed their 'Secret Faith,' believed that the Sithe, or faeries, had taken Kirk into their realm, leaving a 'stock' or double behind." So in death, Kirk became his own abduction account.

Evans-Wentz's book, compiled from his own fieldwork at a time when the "Secret Faith" was even more secret than in Kirk's day, contains dozen of eyewitness accounts from respected and prominent Celts, and has the feel of a Disclosure Project about it minus the background noise of covert agendas.

TC Kermode, a member of the Lower House of the Manx Parliament, declares he considers belief in fairies to be "based on an actual fact in nature, because of my own stange experience." Forty years before, walking with a friend "on the Glen Helen Road, just at the Berry Farm," he looked across the river and saw a "circle of supernatural light, which I have now come to regard as the 'astral light'...in which spirits become visible." His companion said, "Oh look, there are the fairies. Did you ever see them?" Into the circle entered "in twos and threes, a great crowd of little beings." They were dressed in red, and moved like a troop drilling. After watching for a few minutes his friend struck the roadside wall with a stick and shouted, and the vision and light faded. Kermode also notes that he had "much evidence from old Manx people, who are entirely reliable and God-fearing," that they had seen many such things also, and consider the fairies a "world in themselves, distinct from our world," and provocatively adds "where the fairies actually exist the old people cannot tell, but they certainly believe that they can be seen here on Earth." One hundred years later and he might have added that he was prepared to swear before Congress that his testimony was true.

James Caugherty, a 58-year old witness from Peel, told Evans-Wentz a reputed child abduction story. A young friend named Robby with whom he often played was walking home one evening across the hills, "and suddenly saw a little boy and a little woman coming after him. If he ran, they ran, and all the time they gained on him." Upon reaching home he was speechless, his hands and feet twisted, and remained like that for a week. The family, and Caugherty's father, believed Robby had been replaced by a changeling. He returned while they were out seeking a doctor who could work charms for his recovery. "As soon as Robby came to himself all right, he said a little woman and a little boy had followed him, and that just as he got home he was conscious of being taken away by them, but he didn't know where they came from nor where they took him." Robby was still alive, Caugherty added, and was known as Robert Christian of Douglas.

[chattanova]

They are still here :)

***Residents of Merlo claim having seen imps near a hundred year old eucalyptus tree***

*** A strange story from Valle de Conlara***

The Municipality trimmed the tree because its large branches were jeopardizing motorists traveling along Avenida del Inca. After work, some residents reportedly saw "little men coming out [of the tree] in single file from that location."

The landscapes described by the prolific South African (sic) writer John Ronald Reuel Tolkien * author of The Lord of the Rings * as the habitat of imps, elves, trolls and fairies that appear in his works do not vary all that much. These creatures enjoy living in forests, trees, small rivers and clean environments. They tend to dwell within trees or openings in the surface.

Described thus, an infinite number of similar landscapes can be described in a number of points throughout the country, and Merlo is no exception, even though humans may be accused of making these places fewer and fewer.

Days ago, the Municipality of Merlo, at the request of local residents, trimmed a hundred-year old eucalyptus that is next to the Leopoldo Lugones Library in Piedra Blanca, on a tight curve by Avenida de los Incas. The large branches obscured visibility for motorists and jeopardized light and telephone wires on windy days.

While the trimming operations took place on the avenue, adjacent to a stream, traffic was interrupted and once restored, locals driving through the area, lighting it with their car headlights, claimed to have seen the strange figures. They reportedly saw "some little men coming out of the amputated tree and walking single file toward the library. Most witnesses did not offer details, but one woman described their clothing as having a brownish hue," said Cecillia de Gabrele, an employee at the library who fielded several phone calls at her workplace from locals who sought confirmation for what they had seen nearby. However, neither the employee nor her coworkers noticed anything unusual.

Cecilia added that for many years there have been stories of "imp" sightings for many years in that district. "Thats where Aguaribay Street begins, which has abundant native flora, and many claim having seen tiny beings between the branches and shadows."

Once the trimming operation was over in what some believe may have been the dwelling of these little people,

the landscape "was devastating", according to De Gabriele. The eucalyptus has a reddish wood and after

being trimmed, this shade became visible. Faced with the bizarre scene, some have gone as far as to

suggest that "the strong coloring gave the impression that the tree was bleeding."

http://www.rense.com/general77/argen.htm

[ho1ogram]

When real fairies help real people

George Ellory Hale was the driving force behind building the world’s largest observatory till then -- the 200-inch glass giant of Palomar. He also revolutionized our understanding of the sun, inventing the spectroheliograph, with which he made his discoveries of the solar vortices and magnetic fields of sun spots. And who was Hale’s primary science advisor? An elf. Beginning at age 42, Hale says a “little elf” appeared in his window sill and told him to get the Palomar project started. Hale says his “little elf” also advised him on other scientific work.Hales relationship with his “little elf” is documented in Helen Wright’s 1966 book, “Explorer of the Universe.” Some have disputed Wright's account of Hale’s elf, pointing out that the astronomer suffered from mental illness his entire life, while others have claimed that Hale’s frequent reference to his elf guide was merely a metaphor for his inner imagination. Yet, that’s not how Hale viewed it. Hale thought his elf was just that -- a living, breathing elf. Hale relied heavily on his “little elf.” His attitude toward his helper was remarkably similar to that of another great man, the writer Robert Louis Stevenson.

Stevenson gave us such classics as “The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde” and “Treasure Island” but he had a guilty secret. Stevenson felt that he did not actually write these books by himself, but rather, the stories were given to him by fairies -- little people he called “Brownies.” Stevenson claimed the Brownies came to him in his sleep to give him story ideas, plots and narratives, and all he had to do when he woke up is write them down. Stevenson said: “The whole of my published fiction should be the single-minded product of some Brownie, some Familiar, some unseen collaborator, whom I keep locked up in the back of a garret ... the more I think of it, the more I am moved to press upon the world my question: Who are the Little People?”Who are they indeed? That’s the question writer, philosopher and ethnobotanist Terrence McKenna wondered about when he frequently confronted what he called “the machine elves.” McKenna describes the machine elves this way in his book, “True Hallucinations”: “Dozens of these friendly, fractal entities, looking like self-dribbling Fabergé eggs on the rebound had surrounded me and tried to teach me the lost language of true poetry.” Of course, one must take into account that McKenna only contacted these elves when smoking synthesized DMT, or under the influence of certain natural hallucinogens. Yet, the machine elves have been encountered independently by others researchers, including University of New Mexico's School of Medicine Professor of Psychiatry Rick Strassman.

Strassman was a researcher who administered more than 400 doses of DMT to some 60 subjects, many of whom said it put them in contact with the machine elves. Interestingly, the LSD-soaked music of Pink Floyd appears to make reference to the machine elves in their song "The Gnomes have Learned a New Way to Say Hoo-Ray?" Why is this significant? Because those who have encountered the machine elves say that they announce themselves by saying something like “hhhyeaaaaaayyy!” Finally, a primitive tribe of people in the Upper Amazon called the Witoto have a long tradition of contacting “little men” which very closely match the description of the machine elves encountered by modern psychotropic drug researchers and artists.As interesting as these cases are, the most fascinating case of an elf or fairy helping real people was told to me personally by a friend whom I met while working as a VISTA Volunteer in a homeless shelter in North Dakota. My friend, whom I’ll call Jubal, was also working as a volunteer at the shelter. He had a good job, but liked to help out at the shelter on weekends because Jubal had once been a homeless drug addict. He also suffered from a life-time of debilitating seizures and panic attacks. His attacks were caused by Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome which resulted from being attacked, mauled and almost killed by a bear when he was a child.Jubal was about to commit suicide after some 25 years of homeless wandering around the United States, and a daily diet of marijuana, booze and barbiturate pills. Jubal craved “downer” drugs because they were a way to stay calm and prevent panic attacks or full-blown seizures. Jubal was near the end of his rope -- but one day, he was saved by a fairy which called itself an “Elemental.”

Here is how he met this Elemental:Jubal learned an unusual method of creative visualization from the son of an anthropologist. The exercise consisted of staring intently at an ordinary potted plant. The idea was to focus all one's attention on the plant until you could visualize yourself as actually being on the plant -- as if you were a tiny bug crawling among the leaves and stems. Jubal discovered after much practice that he could do this very well. Before long, he was spending hours a day focused on his plant, and, in his words, “actually existing in the plant world.” Jubal spent many happy days just sitting on a leaf, or walking up and down his plant’s green stems and fronds. The plant world became so real to him, he said, that it was actually like a virtual reality experience -- it was as if he really was a tiny, bug-sized man crawling around on a giant plant. While inside his personal plant world, Jubal found that he could remain panic and drug free -- although as soon as he released his mind from the plant world, he would go right back to his old, shattered self. Still, his life began to improve somewhat because now he took far less drugs, and had far fewer panic attacks. The only drawback, of course, was that he had to spend many hours a day staring at a potted plant!But then something exceedingly strange happened one day. While walking blissfully along a stem in his personal plant world, he was shocked to suddenly discover that he was not alone in that world. Up ahead on the green stem was a fairy -- a little man with sharp features, wearing a tunic of dragonfly skin, green leggings and a soft red hat! Seeing the fairy, Jubal should have immediately suffered a panic attack, but that never happened in the plant world. Instead, the fairy provided him with detailed instructions on how he could “cure” all his conditions -- from his addictions to his panic attacks. To make a long story short, Jubal did what the fairy instructed, all of his problems disappeared, and the fairy continues to advise him to this day, he says.Again, one could question the sanity and mental state of someone like Jubal, who had been frying his brain for more than two decades with drugs. You might say: “I might start talking to fairies at that point too!” Fair enough, but remember, Jubal didn’t start communing with his fairy until he actually started freeing himself from drugs -- and his fairy has stayed with him in his new clean and sober life.

Incidentally, the story of the grueling task -- which was actually a quest -- that Jubal’s Elemental required him to perform is a long and detailed story, which I have documented in a 10,000-word story. Anyone interested can find more information about Jubal’s fairy-driven odyssey on my blog, which is linked below.In the meantime, when it comes to man’s relationship with the Little People of the Faery Realms, I think it’s best to keep an open mind, and also consider the probability that fairies or elves may actually exist, even if we can only commune with them in altered states of mind. Think of it this way: The human brain cannot pick up radio waves or satellite TV without some kind of mechanical aid to help our brains harvest this information from out of an environment of ambient energies that are swirling around us at each instant. Just as we need a satellite dish to capture, tune and interpret movies that are beaming down from outer space, we probably need other kinds of tools to tune in the existence of the Little People, who may also be living in close proximity with us in our environment -- if only we could open our minds to them.
http://www.unexplained-mysteries.com/forum/index.php?showtopic=77636

[ho1ogram]

They are still here :)
Yup, I know three very close friends who have interacted with faireys and a gnome/elf. All unrelated incidents over numerous occasions. :)

[herebynightfall]

Well it's a good thing that we appreciate the birds that fly around gracefully.
And sing songs of love. (oh wait, we don't)
And all of the other animals that we don't give credit to. Because we don't live with nature anymore. We live with cities.

They are our fairies and mythical creatures. We just don't view them as such any more. Way different frequencies now.

love always. respect to animals. they're my mythical creatures at least.

[ho1ogram]

Well it's a good thing that we appreciate the birds that fly around gracefully.
And sing songs of love. (oh wait, we don't)
And all of the other animals that we don't give credit to. Because we don't live with nature anymore. We live with cities.

They are our fairies and mythical creatures. We just don't view them as such any more. Way different frequencies now.
My friends all grew up and live in the country. But according to that unexplained mysteries post (2nd last paragraph) you can see them on pot plants... fun in the city! :D

[dragonfly]

funny thing... i was just thinking the same today, shortly after waking up. that what happend to all the dragons, lepricorns (sp?) and what-not? and then i was thinking, how many reports are found today, reports about aircrafts, metal objects in the sky and aliens found in the shadows. i was thinking, that maybe "the collective unconscious" has shifted, as time has shifted and human technology has become far more advanced. it seems to me, that our minds often work within a certain range, even subconciuosly.

yes, people give a frown or a gimmick, when they hear about someone sighting an alien, but actually it is not that "weird" anymore. i think even weirder would be someone claiming, to have seen a dragon flying around. so, just my penny of thoughts, maybe the collective sub-conscious is more conscious and less SUB, than we might want to imagine. :)

[2013]

when i lived in a tower (block) i saw a small furry not fairy creature it was about 5 inches tall and covered in fine brown beige fur it was slowly creeping round the edge of the room under the table i looked at my wife who was starring wide eyed at him/her ? she mouthed you see it too i said yes , the being was aware of us watching as well , he was stood watching us as he slowly backed further under the table .My missus spoke and asked for him to stay and communicate with us , we werent drunk stoned or anything , not even on one of our periods of no sleep for 3 or 4 days .The being slowly dissapeared under the table and then further round the room . then vanished .We saw him felt more male actually on a fe w occasions when we lived in a couple of the other flats in the tower , and a friend came home with us one evening very drunk and sat and had a conversation with him ,lol ,she kept telling us there was a little furry brown man under the tv and he was talking to her , no really i might be drunk but he is here she said .Coincidently the street next to th tower block was named fairy street , it was th highest point in liverpool .Whenever we went to go to the bathroom or put the kettle on the light would come on ahead of us or the kettle would be boiling on its own for us .It was a helpfull little spirit , and i was glad to make its aquintance :D

[auron]

A few of them live on my TV.........:D

http://www.badongo.com/t/640/826163.jpg

[hagbard_celine]

when i lived in a tower (block) i saw a small furry not fairy creature it was about 5 inches tall and covered in fine brown beige fur it was slowly creeping round the edge of the room under the table i looked at my wife who was starring wide eyed at him/her ? she mouthed you see it too i said yes , the being was aware of us watching as well , he was stood watching us as he slowly backed further under the table .My missus spoke and asked for him to stay and communicate with us , we werent drunk stoned or anything , not even on one of our periods of no sleep for 3 or 4 days .The being slowly dissapeared under the table and then further round the room . then vanished .We saw him felt more male actually on a fe w occasions when we lived in a couple of the other flats in the tower , and a friend came home with us one evening very drunk and sat and had a conversation with him ,lol ,she kept telling us there was a little furry brown man under the tv and he was talking to her , no really i might be drunk but he is here she said .Coincidently the street next to th tower block was named fairy street , it was th highest point in liverpool .Whenever we went to go to the bathroom or put the kettle on the light would come on ahead of us or the kettle would be boiling on its own for us .It was a helpfull little spirit , and i was glad to make its aquintance :D

That's a very interesting story.

I remember seeing something similar as a kid. Well, I only saw a bit of it because it was hiding behind my brother's bed, but I heard it alright! It made a very loud clucking sound.

We lived in an old house in a small village in Wales and looking back now I can see that it was probably haunted. My brothers used to see entities all the time that he called "Earls". When you're a kid and you've know such paranormal phenomenon all you're life then you just don't see them as paranormal at all; they're ordinary.

This story remionds me a bit of Dobby the house elf from Harry Potter. JK Rowling seems well-informed on the occult. And that's a long story!

[smoking oceanus]

I value Brian Frouds take on Faeries, according to him in his experience Faeries can be anything from loving , giving, trusworthy, wise, humous, absurd to being capricious, paradoxical, malicious and pathologically deadly.

They are extremely diverse very extreme

[smoking oceanus]

double post

[2013]

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0119893/

cool movie check it out you'll love it auron :D

[hagbard_celine]

I once saw a movie trailer of a film by Robert Zemekis about the Cottingley fairies. I can find no reference to it now. Was it a dream? Maybe it has been buried because the two girls in the incident confessed that it was a hoax.

[djdruid]

The most logical explanation for Fairies and Pixies and Leprechauns is that they were simply names for Clans or Tribes of people around in Pagan times.

Alot of their people would probably have been small in height gaining them the nickname/steriotype of "The wee people"

They would have practiced magic and witchcraft as all pagan cultures did....

But when The Christian movement came to Ireland it wiped out these cultures and turned them into mythical legends so the new christians know nothing about their pagan heritage.

It would probably be a good idea, in these stories to over emphasise on the fact that they were steriotyped "wee people" and proclaim them to be miniature people to reinforce a mainstream beleif that these people and these cultures existed only in fantasy.

Thusfore preventing all temptation for the now converted christian citezens to attempt to learn about their true heritage and attempt to return to it.

[hagbard_celine]

The most logical explanation for Fairies and Pixies and Leprechauns is that they were simply names for Clans or Tribes of people around in Pagan times.

Alot of their people would probably have been small in height gaining them the nickname/steriotype of "The wee people"

They would have practiced magic and witchcraft as all pagan cultures did....

But when The Christian movement came to Ireland it wiped out these cultures and turned them into mythical legends so the new christians know nothing about their pagan heritage.

It would probably be a good idea, in these stories to over emphasise on the fact that they were steriotyped "wee people" and proclaim them to be miniature people to reinforce a mainstream beleif that these people and these cultures existed only in fantasy.

Thusfore preventing all temptation for the now converted christian citezens to attempt to learn about their true heritage and attempt to return to it.


I've no doubt the early missionaries tried to destroy and taint the memories of the Druids and witches who preceeded them, but this still doesn't explain the whole phenomenon. Why are pixies and fairies still being seen today? Why do legendary encounters with them so closely resemble the modern phenomenon of alien abduction?

Then again, the "little people" might actually have lived before. In Irish mythology, the Celtic tribes who became the people we call the Irish today invaded Ireland in about 1000 BC and fought a war of conquest with the indigenous population that were called the Tuatha De Danaan. After their deafeat, the Tuatha De Danaan, moved into the suble realm and became the leprachauns and Fae of Ireland. They live there to this day, until Ireland is ready for them to return. Hope I'm around to see it!

[2013]

fairytale a true story mel gibson had asmall cameo in it and directed it .Dont know if this is the one you where looking for haggbard but its a good movie 2 http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0119095/

as for the fairy and pixies being former pagan tribes , i think that is partially true as in the people where small and fair so fairys and maybe the ealry picts where to become associated with the pixies .Isnt htere legends about them being afraid of iron , maybe the new people who worked iron came and took over using superior weapons etc ? This still does not explain all the sightings of the tiny fairy folk etc i my self have witnessed amongst countless others no doubt , members of the elemenatal realms .:D

[djdruid]

I'd have to see a fairy to believe in one, or else see some hard evidence, i'm from Ireland, spent alot of time in the country side and never once seen one or saw any kind of evidence that there are little folk running about the place, i've only heard one story in my whole life of a Leprechaun sighting and that was from a guy saying his brother seen one when he was a kid.......cool story but not enough to convince me.

Deff think its an ancient clan heritage doctored to sound like a legend.

So infact, the Pixies, Fairies and Leprechauns didn't actually go anywhere, they are still here today everywhere, merely evolved/devolved (depending on your out look) into Neo-Irish Catholic citezens under a new law, new patroit codes and new religions. Same applies to other west european countries where these clans would have dwelled.

[strife]

Apparently a few are still around:

http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/article902014.ece

A "Creepy Gnome" was seen in south america recently and caught on video.

[ichi wa zen]

Maybe those midget people we have nowadays are direct descendants from those Gnome thingies.

Just my take on it, i could be mistaken.

[quicksilver]

Watching that little clip on the sun website reminds me of the 1973 film Don't look now.

[mynameis]

Apparently a few are still around:

http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/article902014.ece

A "Creepy Gnome" was seen in south america recently and caught on video.

I'm not going to ask how you found this. But that sure is killarious. :)