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Those You May Not See

The Fey are real.

But they’re not.

You won’t bump into one in the middle of the street in broad daylight, all pointy eared and buzzing wings.

But you might.

I’ve worked with the Fey for some time now. What started as outright disbelief turned into a passing curiosity which then over time and several experiences, moved into something I would call a wonderful friendship..

To be clear, I’m not talking about the fairies of folklore.

But I am.

I’m talking about something a bit more hard to pin down. I call them the Fey or the Fair Folk, out of necessity and to give people a point of reference. I prefer to think of them as Elementals, Nature spirits, unseen allies.

You know, Faeries.

But not.

Working with the Fey is a matter of perception and staying alert to your intuition, your internal perception. It’s a creative give-and-take which is incredibly difficult to constrain into a simple checklist of “How do I do this?” However, that’s one of the things I’ll try to do here.

The toughest part is to realize they will hear you if you talk to them.

The easiest part is believing in magic.

Or do I have those reversed?

The trick is understanding that although they may hear you, they may choose not to listen or respond, Though in my experience, they always respond.

It just may not be as quickly as like.

Or in the way you would prefer.

They communicate through feelings, emotions, and odd images in your mind’s eye. The best way to sense them and communicate with them is meditation. You have to learn to quiet your mind and to trust your inner perceptions. Practice with your third eye. Practice lucid dreaming and visualization. It will help. I have heard the sound of their laughter, of chimes, horns, bells. I’ve heard comments, had formal communication and felt their presence around me.

But I haven’t.

There are places where they are quite active. These are, generally, areas of wildness and wood. However, they can also be found in abandoned places in a city or on the edge of an urban park.  You can find them in a national forest and just as easily sense them in a small patch of an urban park or on abandoned property.  Look to the liminal.

The best way to find “Fair Folk” is to stop looking for them.

It’s not about seeing them physically.

It’s about sensing them with your inner senses.

They are closer than you think.


It’s not personal. It’s practice.

What is insecurity? By default, of course, it is a lack of security. It is a state of being open, unprotected, and a lack of faith in oneself or one’s abilities. What is security? It is confidence that you can’t be harmed, that you are protected OR that you are backed up by something powerful. You have faith in yourself and in something larger. In this realm of magic and myth, the two are interconnected. An insecurity is believing you are not good enough to do “X”. A security is knowing no matter what happens, you can do “X” for the right reasons and still learn something even if you don’t succeed.

An insecurity will make you confused, anxious or be in doubt if you receive a negative comment. They undermine you. With security, you fall back on your training, you shrug it off as no big deal.

At the Morrigan’s request, I’ve been exploring the origins of my own insecurities. It’s been going on for several days now with reviews of my childhood, my adolescence, what made me me, etc.  It’s a bit like volunteering to dig into your own dirt before the warrior queen standing next to you hits you with the shovel.

In martial arts there is a jumping off point beginners have to learn. It’s not only learning how to hit someone (most people just don’t know how or, thankfully, have never had to) but it’s also learning how to take a hit. How it feels to take a shot to the blocking arm or to the body. It’s learning how to deal with the pain and the distracting sensations. You eventually get to a point where you feel it but it’s not necessarily pain. It’s just a sensation and you keep going. You build up a tolerance. You also build up confidence.

Two mornings ago I had a dream with the Morrigan.  As usual, she was in full black battle armor, dark mail gloves, boots and her black cloak of crow feathers.  We stood on frozen bare earth, in a clearing with dark pine woods encircling us.  There was not so much snow on the ground as just heavy frost.  There was snow in the pines, I remember that. There was a chill in the air, little glitterings of frost in the air and I could see our breath as we spoke.  The ground crunched underneath us as we stepped and moved.

She was punching me.  It was a type of martial training and she kept coming in with these heavy shots of those black mailed fists. WHAM! WhaM! I kept my head covered, taking the shots, feeling their impact on my upper arm, my shoulder as I covered. I could feel the cold metal of her gauntlets hitting me, the cold making the sensation worse. As soon as a punch landed I would attempt to grab, wrap and counter-strike. She would kick me off of or slide out and then bring the other fist around. I’d dodge one or two then WHAM!

Then, we would step back. She would say something, point to my blocking arm, point to me, say something else. She was blunt, direct but I don’t remember her words. All I know is that She wanted me to get used to the feeling of being punched by a hard mailed fist. It was part of the training. I was sore and bleeding but not tired.

Then, we would go again. I’m not sure how long the dream had gone. All I know is that she stopped, nodded and did her disappearing act.

I woke up.

I chewed on the meaning of the dream for some time. Finally, she whispered a clue in my ear, “Insecurities.” And then, I understood. In the dream-time, where symbols are key, she was symbolically teaching me how to shake off the veritable “slings and arrows” that make up insecurities. She was toughening me up.  I was being taught to react to those insecurities as you would take a hit in martial arts training.  Don’t get emotional.  It’s not personal.  It’s practice.

Later in the day I heard her again and wrote this out quickly on a notepad file. “”With an insecurity, you can’t take the hit. You can’t take a negative comment. You’re scared of opinions, you scared of what others think, you allow yourself to be controlled by others and are unable to stand your ground unless angry or mad. When that happens, when emotion takes over, you cannot react with skill. A warrior should react with skill and control.”

“Insecurities bring you doubt. They cause hesitation. They knock you off-balance. In training you learn they are nothing, that they do not effect you and they do not stick. If this is practiced you are then able to act in calm and confidence.  You can stand your ground without your ego interfering.”

“When you can do that, you’re ready.”

My next question was, of course, “Ready for what?”

“Growth,” was her single answer.

 


Dreams

I love dreams and their hidden language. Sometimes there is more to a dream and they become something else. They become powerful, magical memories. These are power dreams and typically hold a wealth of information, joy and beauty. In the past few days I have had two. After holding them for awhile I listened to my intuition and decided to share the latest one here.

It occurred a few nights ago. Most of it is hazy and slipshod in its imagery. However, here is the gist.

I am standing and watching a scene being filmed for a show. The actors are in front of me and I am slightly behind the production cameras. I am a “guest” on the set. There are two male actor/characters in the scene. One is Dr. Who played by Jon Pertwee. The other I do not remember clearly but it might have been Nathan Fillion.   (What’s odd about this is though I am a Dr. Who fan I have no particular connection to the 3rd Doctor.  I don’t think I’ve even watched any of the episodes he is in!  On the other hand, my wife often lovingly remarks that with me, due to my humor and way of presenting myself, she has her very own Nathan Fillion.  I take it as a compliment…)

One thing that can make me giddy with joy is watching two actors fire lines with accurate precision and complexity. Think of scenes like in Sherlock or a Tarantino movie. This is what was playing itself in front of me, an amazing acting scene between a fast talking Timelord and another character. I was getting to see it first hand and, in the dream, I am delighted.

pertwee

The scene finishes and there is applause from those on set. Everyone knows they have seen something special and the actors are happy as well. Pertwee, not breaking character as Dr Who, calls me over as if he knows me and we shake hands. He hugs me and it is like I am being hugged by a long lost brother. It is a wonderful feeling. He claps me on the back and asks my wife and I to walk with him. We, of course, agree.  I remember I felt incredibly happy.

The dream shifts and we are walking outside in what might be London or maybe a nice apartment neighborhood in New York or Chicago.   It is a peaceful and friendly stroll.  The buildings have a old world brick and fieldstone look to them.  I can’t help but think of a typical sidewalk from “A Christmas Carol.”  Pertwee, as the doctor, is still dressed as he should be, in a suit, ruffles and a fancy cape.  There are some trees along the sidewalk and occasionally flowers that have dried and gone to seed.  A light dusting of snow is here and there.   He is talking to me about something and all I remember, of course, is that it was important and, of course, I cannot remember much else of it after I awoke.

But, with crystalline clarity, I remember how it ended.

seedpodsHe stops at a patch of dried flowers and becomes very excited.  “Oh!  Here!  Here!  This is what I was looking for.”  He kneels down and collects the dried seed pods of some columbine flowers.  He turns to me with a healthy smile and says, “Here, lad, these are for you!  They’re very special and you must take care of them!”

He takes my hand and places the brown, crunchy pods in my palm.  I can also see a few tiny black seeds drop from the pods and sit on my skin.  He closes my fingers around them, squeezes my hand tighter and then pats it, “Very special.  Hang on to them!  You’ll need these.”  He is so excited, I start to laugh and I say, “Ok, ok, I got it.”  He pats me again on the shoulder and we continue walking.

There is something about this that causes me to begin to wake up.  The dream begins to fade and he turns and says, “Oh, I thought that might happen.  Well, take care!  Remember, hang on to them!”

I wake up lying on my side.  I am rested and smiling.  I feel wonderful, childlike.  My hand that was holding the seed pods, my right one, is clenched into a fist and hanging a bit out over the edge of the bed.  In the dark I look at my hand and, for a moment, believe that if I open my hand those seed pods will fall out.  I don’t want to wake up because I don’t want to be disappointed!   I keep my hand closed and as I wake up the feeling of something being in my hand fades.  Regardless, I do not open my hand!

Something deep down tells me that I cannot discount this dream or the dream items still in my hand.  Even though I cannot feel them they are still there.   I stumble downstairs and sit in a chair to think about the dream.  I continue to feel wonderful, like it’s a special day, a holiday.  It’s a childlike feeling of wonder and magic.  But, what am I to do with these invisible seed pods?  I need to place them somewhere, store them somewhere until they can be planted.  But where?

Then, it hits me.  I lift my closed hand up and place it over my heart.  I open my hand slowly and press it to my heart chakra.  My heart.  I can store them in my heart and they will be safe.  I will always know where they are and I will always be able to remember the dream, the character who gave them to me and the feeling.  It takes only a few moments but I feel them flow into my heart chakra and in my mind’s eye I see them sitting on a glowing shelf.

Presently, I can still feel them there.  I am, as of yet, unsure what to do with them except to hold them and to use them to remember the dream and how I felt when I woke.  So far, it has been working.

I’ve been thinking back over the imagery and the symbolism of the dream.  I am quite sure I encountered someone there that decided to take the form, for whatever reason, of Dr. Who.  It was a powerful presence, like meeting Santa Claus or Gandalf.  My first guess is that it was my Higher Self.  My current plan is to go into some creative visualizations, some dream time and to see if I can reconnect with him.

Perhaps he can tell me more about the flowers and what I will need them for?

Or…

Perhaps I am to discover that on my own?