A Prologue to Faeries

This is something that K began to write after she had started discovering her inner talents and her spiritual connections. Sadly, it remains incomplete — a prologue to a story that will never exist, at least not in this world. Perhaps some day when I see her again, I will be able to sit beside her feet, and listen to the wondrous story that her beautiful mind had only just begun dreaming up, before she was abruptly taken from us. I know that she has long since finished this tale, and looks forward to telling it in full, to those who have ears willing to truly listen.

N.

“Once upon a time”, they say… As if there was only that one time.  As if it has long passed into the fields of long-ago.  But what if that Once Upon a Time is now, eternal; and what if your time to be in that Faerytale place has returned… because in that once-upon-a-time world, that place of enchantment, you and I could move between the worlds with ease and trust.  And when we grow tired and older, and we are heavy of heart, we would take ourselves to a tree and lie down upon our mother the earth. 

All trees are sacred, but this one was older and wiser than even the oaks.  A sacred thorn tree under whose branches we would go to sleep, and dream of bright realms.  A place where faeries dwelled, and healed, and charmed us back to health and wholeness; where the heavy weights that were bound about our hearts were unlocked, one by one, with faery keys.  And how we laughed and feasted, and loved, while in this realm. 

And when we were whole, and wild, and healed again, we awoke under that same tree, and knew that we were returned from a realm where time has a different meaning.  Where life has enchantment.  Where flowers speak and animals teach, and where our faery kin had rewoven the energies of the world into shining, beautiful shapes. 

For the truth is that our faery kin have, for aeons, cleansed and brightened the skies, have whispered “grow” to the crops that feed us, and shielded the old forests from the gaze of those who would hunt them for their wood.  And when we had been given the key to the faery realm, we too were strong in body, mind and soul, and we danced under the moonlight and were bathed in the bliss of life.  We weaved the energy between the stones; we knew how to shape time. 

We allowed ourselves to go into the faery realm to be reborn, made whole and clean again.  For there we could rest, and be revived again to our whole self.  And when we were strong in our relationship with our faery-kin, oh how we shone!  For we were bright, and we glowed with our connection to the source of all goodness and light. 

And then, well… and then.  It is time.  It is that Once Upon a Time again.  Time to return to our relationship with the wild places, the bright ones, the faeries, and our wildish scenes.  For as we do, miracles of healing will occur.  Just as faeries cleanse and purify the water, the air, the earth, the fire, and the spirit, when we reweave our sacred alliance with the faery realms, we too begin to heal.  From our sadness, our loneliness.  From our hearts that cry out for the poetry that is the soul of the world.

If you yearn to shine once again, if you wish to reclaim the heart of you, who knows how to be well, to be happy, to be whole… If you wish to clear illness, guilt, and untruths from your life, and truly, deeply heal and transform, then this story is your set of keys to that faery realm.  And there you will be reborn. 

This story is the key to those wildish places where not only can you be restored, but you will find sacred union, connection, true health and wholeness.  Be blessed, enter this enchanted place and be prepared for your heart to fill, your souls to sing, and your body to fill with the energy of the wild green world.  Take the key, and keep it safe.  And know that you are welcome to return to these realms, and come home to us again, beloved, as often and as long as your spirit desires.

forest fairy in white, sleeping

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