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I am a believer.
Mock me if you wish, but I steadfastly believe in the little people. They
are everywhere. They influence nature, our environment and our attitudes
to life. In fact, your own childhood belief system rested on what you read
in fairy tales. And you'll be surprised at how influential fairy tales and
faeries themselves have been, and still are, over our culture, religions
and morals. Even the most cynical of you out there cannot deny it.
Still not convinced?
Well, just for you, I'm going to share my own experiences with faeries,
beginning at the beginning, when I first encountered a faerie of my own. I
hold the hope that your imagination will once more be touched by the folk
at the bottom of the garden. But, first, I shall fill you in with the tale
of faerie folklore that has affected our culture for centuries.
Where to start?
The Beginning
In the United Kingdom, faerie legend mainly began in Celtic Scotland,
Ireland and Southwest England, with its roots leading back to Paganism.
The peoples of ancient Ireland were split into two races; the visible race
(Celts) and the invisible race (Faeries or Sidhe). In Irish legend the
Tuatha de Danann branch of the spirit race, or Sidhe ("shee"), were forced
to take refuge from the Milesian people to the land of Tir na nog (Land of
Eternal Youth), a place few mortals escape from alive. In fact, the Tuatha
de Danann knights were said to be giant in size, but over the course of
time, legend has dwindled them into diminutive beings, but with huge power
and beauty. Finvarra, king of the Sidhe and thought to be King of the Dead
too, still holds court in his palace, Tara, in the Hill of Knockma, the
Tuatha de Danann world.
As well as this race, ancient Irish folklore tells of a race of Fenian
heroes; noble warriors who fought for the Fiana, a great fighting force of
Ireland. In Scotland, the Seelie Court is said to be home of the Daoine
Sidhe (deena shee). They are supposedly fallen angels who live underground
and underwater.
From the Sidhe legend derived such faerie legends as the Heroic Faeries
and the Medieval Faeries. King Aurthur of England was said to be of Heroic
Faerie descent and was even tended by four faerie queens on the island of
Avalon. He is said to still be waiting deep within the hill to this day;
more proof that faerie folklore continues to be as strong today than ever.
The Middle
The Medieval faerie of England is a romantic race of magick (Pagan magic),
witchcraft, and wizardry. The faerie size was now varying, from tiny, to
hideous monsters. Monks of Christianity wrote most records of this time,
so the faerie legend of Celtic times was adapted to the more modern
"fairy", said to enjoy revelling in Medieval occupations of chivalry.
Fast forward to Elizabethan England. This was the first time faeries were
seen as mischievous, bothersome little flower faeries and goblins. And
just as witches were burned at the stake, in Elizabethan England, faerie
believers were taken seriously too, and in 1576, Bessie Dunlop was burned
for receiving herbal cures from the Queen of Faeries.
By the 17th century, the Jacobean faerie had begun to evolve even more
into the modern day faerie. They were depicted as invisible to the human
eye and although the image of flower faeries and hobgoblins continued,
puritans regarded all as demons. They were seen as having the power to
control the weather, replace mortal babies with changelings and fly.
Each branch of faerie was given a different name and they were blamed for
drought, disease and kidnappings. All these beliefs still exist today and
are all part of the faerie stereotype. The 18th century faerie is more of
a gentle, child of the earth spiritual character. They punish the bad,
reward the good, and dwell in flowers. Cottages in Ireland were built with
front and back doors directly opposite, so they could be left open in case
the house was built on a faerie pathway, so faeries could pass through.
People still believed in bad faeries, but there were now many
superstitions believed to ward them off (i.e. always keep at least one
foot outside of a faerie ring to avoid being kidnapped by faeries).
It was around the 18th century that fairy tales were born, when moralists
started to include witches, faeries and goblins, like Rumpelstiltskin,
into children's stories. And fairy godmothers, like that in the tale of
Cinderella, became a popular moralist symbol. It's interesting how, even
today, children are taught right from wrong with tales based on the
ancient legend of faerie good and evil. They are threatened with bad
goblins if they are bad and told that if they good, they will see a flower
faerie in the garden.
History may have changed our perception of faeries, but who's to say which
version is correct and which isn't? Nobody can prove whether small flower
faeries or huge Tuatha de Danann knights are closer to the real faeries.
As for my own experience of elemental beings, I spotted my first faerie
ring a year ago and knew instantly what it was, due to my vast thirst for
all faerie knowledge. Until this point, for me, seeing wasn't necessarily
believing, as I had believed in faeries without tangible proof of them at
all for many years until stumbling across the ring.
It wasn't for another few months that I saw an actual faerie. Like a leaf,
it darted through the air, close to the ground. It had a subtle light, a
visible aura that convinced me it had to be a faerie, and nothing else. It
was these sightings that sent my heart a fluttering and I felt like a
child again. I had a renewed belief in the existence of magic and the land
of make believe. I hope you too will some day be touched by faerie and
uncover its secret. Only those who believe know the secret.
As for now, I still watch out for signs of faerie life when near woodland
or flowers. They are subtle things, but those who also belief will agree
with me that the signs are obvious if you simply allow them to call out to
you.
It's a privilege to be shown a snippet of faerie life, but if you haven't
as yet, it really doesn't matter, because as long as you allow the faeries
to tug at your imagination and your heart strings and keep believing,
you'll be forever closer to uncovering the truth behind what lives at the
bottom of the garden....
The End
Written by
Victoria Crouch
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Special thanks to Angie for
the graphics!
Music "Faery Flight",
©2002
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