How does one describe fairies?

Do they originate from someone's "cosy fire side" imagination? Or has somebody really had the luck to sight one of these mysterious beings?

Yet again, people can only answer these questions for themselves!

Explanations and images of these creatures seem to materialise out of fantasy and truth, so one could say a "mixture" of these facts.

Something between water and air.... mist. Something existent and yet unseen by our unwilling eye.

This is yet more proof that not only material as we know it, exists and influences us.

Almost all of us have seen drawings of fairies but we should always keep in mind that everything (even thought and imagination) have their origins. Everything starts somewhere!

So why do YOU think that these images have been captured so well by artists and writers?

A British medium Steven O'Brien said: "In everything which, at first, might seem created by vivid imagination, grains of truth might well reside".

I am asking you yet again: WHY should we let scientific explanations tie our wonderful imaginations down and put limits and expiry dates to our thoughts and ideas?

I am going to tell you about a thrilling, real life experience that this medium Steven O'Brien had, in one of his outer body journeys with his spirit guide White Owl...

Steven found himself in a fine transparent cloud of pink, green and blue pastel-coloured mists wafting gently in the atmosphere. Suddenly but quietly the mists swirled aside to reveal a scene of beautiful light.

This new place (which didn't resemble a room, a house or even a countryside) had been "sculpted" or created in light. And within this self-illuminated world, brilliant points of different coloured light, like twinkling stars, were moving gracefully about in all directions.

Being of every known and unknown shade, they glowed with an unearthly iridescence and this wondrous fogbank of pastel energies filled his vision.

At that moment White Owl explained to him that they were only approaching the lowlands of the spheres of light wherein dwell the beings whose tasks are to tend various life-forms on Mother Earth. This sector contains elemental spirits serving some of the planet's vegetation and animal life.

He said that they were in the presence of some of the guiding forces of nature.

Steven sharpened his sight. Now he saw the bright pinpoints of light dancing in the air, in the midst of a lovely rural scene filled with thick vegetation. The colours of the plants were almost shining and their foliage was "alive" with vibrancy.

White Owl told him that the fields of flowers and hedgerows were near the borders of the South of France.

Excitedly he looked around and saw that within each dancing light there was a tiny being at its centre.

White Owl told him to stretch out his hand and not to be afraid, for they are easily frightened even though they are rather mischievous. He explained to Steven that they avoid creatures whose hearts are impure or whose minds harbour fear or hostile negativity. But they are very amiable little beings once they have accepted you as a friend.

Steven realised that it was the bodies of the forms which shed the wonderful auras. The electromagnetic lights were of various hues: golds, blues, pinks, greens and even some with a reddish colour.

Suddenly one of the little people landed on his hand. Steven peered into its form and discovered what appeared to be a young, slim, naked woman within the light. Her flesh-coloured skin seemed to be made of the light itself. She was the proud owner of beautifully piercing pale blue eyes. She had long silvery hair (almost platinum in colour and fine in texture) that was parted in the centre of her head and long enough to fall below her waist.

This little nature spirit (or fairy) showed no outward signs of gender, just a pleasing young being which seemed to glow and project such natural grace and gentleness of spirit. She had only four fingers on each hand and four toes on each foot, and attached to her shoulders there was a pair of almost dragonfly-like translucent gossamer wings which quivered and shook with life.

The fairy chuckled as Steven moved his large eyes back and forth, examining her perfectly formed body, which seemed to have been created out of nothing more than the ethereal light she was bathed in.

With a further faint chuckle she sailed up into the air and over to some nearby flowers. Her friends (who didn't all look the same, some of them being male) instantly followed her. They were flying around the brightly-lit stamens within the blossoms. They looked just like busy insects tending to the job of cross-fertilization; only, from their bodies, they seemed to discharge life-energies to the Essence of the flowers, and not pollen.

White Owl explained that they are the divas of the plants and that they could speak just not in a language you or I understand but they can read our thoughts in a sense.

(Source: IN TOUCH WITH ETERNITY by Steven O'Brien)

I must say that when I was little (about 10 to 12 years old) two very good friends of mine and I would make special fairy "spaces" when we spent the night at each others houses. These consisted of scattered flowers, petals and leaves, juices, cotton wool and soft scarves to create a cosy, fun atmosphere for the fairies to play in, who we would imagine and watch and give names to.

Oh, I know you're probably thinking "They were just imagining this as children tend to do", but if you take what I said about imagination (at the beginning of this page) seriously, then what this is really trying to tell you, is that most of us have stopped seeing imagination as a part of our reality. We tend to lose or forget this gift as we get older and more influenced by material reality, so many of us like to make fun of the people who don't take free thought for granted or even believe in fairies.

This describes the true essence of Fairy:

ROBIN:
How now spirit, whither wander you?

FAIRY:
Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire,
I do wander every where,
Swifter than the Moon's sphere;
And I serve the Fairy Queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green.
The cowslips tall, her pensioners be,
In their gold coats, spots you see,
Those be rubies, fairy favours,
In those freckles, live their savours,
I must go seek some dew drops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Farewell thou Lob of spirits, I'll be gone,
Our Queen and all her elves come here anon.

... About the truth where Fairy lives:

OBERON:
I know a bank where the wild Thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine;
There sleeps Titania, sometime of the night,
Lull'd in these flowers, with dances and delight:
And there the snake throws her enamell'd skin,
Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in.

I thought Puck's speech might be a nice idea at the end of this page to underline personal, philosophical thoughts about Imagination:

If we shadows have offended,
Think but this (and all is mended)
That you have but slumber'd here,
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend.
If you pardon, we will mend.
And as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck,
Now to scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long:
Else the Puck a liar call.
So good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.

(Source: A Midsummer Night's Dream by William Shakespeare)

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