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FAIRY SIGHTINGS by ADULTS - one
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This letter appeared in our mailbox in the
Spring of 2002...
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In the spring of 2000 I was walking in a sheltered
part of a creek surrounded by woods with my two small children and
my best friend. We were in awe of our surroundings and we all felt
as if we were someplace magical. As we were turning to leave we
realized that we had dragonflies on all sides of us. I pointed across
the creek to a large bunch of them when one of them landed on my
finger and sat there for a minute. The children swear that they
could hear giggling. There was a rustling in the brush all around
us as if there were many little things running around, but the sounds
weren't like the animal sounds we knew. All of us knew that we had
entered a secret place of the faery. None of us will ever forget
that day, and we have never been able to find that place again.
- Shawna
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This letter was sent to us in the Summer of
2001. The name has been withheld as per request.
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I saw one in my bathroom last night.
This is not a joke, I really saw one.
I first saw it out of the corner of my eye, and
when I turned to look at it full on, within one second it was gone.
I did however, get a pretty good look at it, before it disappeared.
This fairy was entirely white, and had the wings of a butterfly,
it was wearing a little white frock, and was rather small. I saw
the wings flapping wildly just before it disappeared.
In 1998, I saw a fairy in a bubble, in my computer
room, but this one was much more brightly coloured (in shades of
blue.)
I have had many strange experiences over my life
so far. In some of my photographs (headshots) these little electric
blue lights appear next to my face. They have appeared regardless
of location, camera, or film.
Cheers,
name withheld
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From Summer 2002
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I was feeding my cat chicken and milk , he usually
stays and eats his food, but he ran away quite quickly. I went outside
to see how he has and I saw little foot prints and a little person
walk away.
- Miss Renee
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Another story proving that fairies can be found anywhere - even
in stuffy old offices!
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Dear Sir / Madam,
I am fascinated by fairies, so I had been browsing
at fairy websites while I was bored in the office, and all of a
sudden, when nowone was in the room, I felt and heard these giant
butterfly wings flapping very loudly behind my neck, and I even
felt the gust of wind on my neck - when I was wide awake in broad
daylight, I brushed my hand against my neck to confirm I had really
felt it, whether it was a real fairy or a spirit in the form of
a fairy - how wierd!
Shirin - a fairy lover.
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A touching story of a young lady looking for answers and hope...
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I'm going through a very difficult period in
my life right now. My mom passed away about a year ago and my boyfriend
of 4 years just recently broke up with me. As you can imagine I
am very heartbroken and lonely. Yesterday night, I had a dream that
I was back together with my boyfriend and in my dream, we were smiling
and just having a good time. And then at the left corner of my right
eye, I see this blue glowing fairy fluttering very close to me.
I woke up and wrote it off as a dream and then I dozed back to sleep
and I had the dream of me and my boyfriend again with the same blue
fairy fluttering in front of me. I tried reaching out to her but
I couldn't touch her. When I woke up, I was very confused but it
seemed very real. Does anybody know the significance of this? I
believe in the paranormal, ghosts and UFOs but I've never really
thought about fairies. This is what brought me to this site to learn
more about fairies. If anybody knows more about these blue fairies
or experienced the same type of thing please email me star2391@hotmail.com.
Anonymous
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The mysterious nighttime antics of the fairies make a young
lady curious...
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It all started on midsummer's eve, I just went
to sleep and in the middle of the might I woke up from a lot of
barking. I immediately put my glasses on and glanced at the clock
it was 2:15 am. I tried falling asleep again, but nothing worked.
Finally I looked out the window to see what was causing it and there
it was a small human-like creature floating over a couple of dogs
in the yard near me. The faerie stood there for about ten minutes,
but she left once she saw me watching her. It was such a strange
experience I don't know whether to be afraid or feel safe. But ever
since then I was a believer.
xoxo,
Erica
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We received this amazing story and photo in July 2002 and even
we were shocked! Photographic proof of little folks? You have to
look for yourself!
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My husband and I own a landscaping company in
Canada. We have a practice of taking before and after photographs
of the sites. Last week my husband went to price a project at a
property that is deep in the bush in Tory Hill. While taking pictures
of the driveway that was to be redone, he saw in his peripheral
vision things moving but never actually saw anything when he turned
to look. That same day he went to three other jobsites and did the
same thing. We never got around to looking at the pictures until
today when he came back from the Tory Hill job, having taken some
more pictures, I took the digital camera and uploaded the pictures
to my computer to prepare to upload them to our website. Much to
our astonishment there are images that look like little tiny fairies,
or should I say fairy shaped white lights. The amazing thing, besides
that, is that they are only seen on the Tory Hill project site.
Both on the initial photographs he took last week and again on the
ones he took today. We were so amazed by this I just had to find
someplace to share this. So here is one of the shots. Let me know
if you would like to see the rest. Honest to God, there is no enhancement
to these things. They are just on there. I have used this digital
camera for two years now with the same disc. Nothing like this has
happened before. Would love to hear your opinion of them. I have
tried to blow the image up but it just gets grainier. Thanks ever
so much.
- Monique
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Once again, a sighting in an unusual place!
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Last
winter I was playing with my digital camera and decided to take
a picture of the frost on the bedroom window. I had just put away
my fairy tarot cards before that.
After a few shots I came across this one picture
that appears to have a face in it. If you look close there are also
four small fairy like creatures in each corner of the picture. You
can see their wings and even clothing. One is wearing a hat and
one has a very long dress on. I'm not the only one who sees these
shapes in the picture. I wanted to share it with everyone because
I believe that fairies had been looking through my window and I
happened to capture one as it was about to fly away. That's why
the face in the center is sort of off set. Because it moved so quickly.
I don't think I'm crazy but I've never had any encounter before.
And after this I was really scared to sleep by any window because
I did not want the fairies spying on me.
Hope other fairy believers find this interesting.
Sarah - Canada, 2003
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This amazing story of a life-long relationship with the fairy
world comes to us from the heartland..
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Growing up in rural Indiana, my father and I
used to spend Saturdays in the spring "mushrooming." We
would walk through the woods looking for morel mushrooms - a treat
not often found in the era of the 21st century. We loved to go to
a particular wooded area known as "Kermit's Woods." When
I was deemed old enough, probably 8, I was allowed to wander a bit
away from my Dad. The feeling of freedom in the woods, the smells,
the dappled sunlight through the trees were intoxicating to a young
and imaginative mind. I remember it always made me sleepy when I
went off by myself and I had a favorite old oak tree I loved to
sit under and make up stories for myself. I would talk to the plants
and the birds. One Saturday, hearing a slight rustle, I roused myself
to see a glimpse of the most splendid, bejeweled wings flying about
me. Such tiny perfection, such a flash of utter beauty - I laughed
out loud and that seemed to be the reaction she wanted and she darted
about in even more complicated patterns. Upon hearing my dad's voice,
away she scampered, leaving me with a full bag of mushrooms ---
and I hadn't picked a single one. She has always stayed with me
and I am now 49 years old. She has quite a sense of humour and enjoys
moving things about the house. Only last Saturday (her favorite
day and the day of the I was born on) she moved my glasses twice
before I could pack them up and get off to my girlfriend's for the
weekend. Unlike me, she is ageless and as my beauty fades, she remains
the same...an illuminating light with a marvelous sense of fun.
When I look at particular detailed fairy pictures I am very drawn
to them so maybe that is what she would look like if I were able
to see her close up. Two years after our first meeting, at age 11,
I survived a violent crime. I was stabbed over 30 times and raped.
Her light was one of the first things I saw when I awoke at the
hospital. I never question the Universe, I only marvel at its greatness
and my humble part of it.
Thank you for listening.
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Three young people have an incredible experience in the woods
of Calgary...
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In the spring of 1997 I was living in Calgary
with my girlfriend. We decided to go hiking for Mayday, and another
friend joined us on the trip. It was the last night in April, and
we were dropped off just outside of Canmore beneath Goat Mountain
on the southeast corner of Banff National Park.
We set up our tent and tried to sleep, but were
unprepared for the temperature difference. Hours of shivering later,
I was still unable to fall asleep. I was lying on my side with my
girlfriend next to me and our other friend on the far side. My back
was to the tent wall. There was a sensation which I find hard to
describe, but was like being encased in a bubble which suddenly
popped, letting all the sounds that had been going on outside the
bubble into my ears. The sounds were of fireworks going off.
I was suddenly unable to move a muscle. I instinctively
knew that there were 30 little men with voices like children and
faces like old men surrounding the tent and they were shooting fireworks
out of their fingers. A shadow in the form of a dog entered the
tent and I was afraid that it would hurt my friends, so I forced
it out with an effort of will emanating from my belly. Then I heard
the tent fabric tear behind my head and a spear point touched the
spot right between my top vertebra and my skull. A little voice
said, "Our dog is at your disposal, but you have to leave the
box". I had an image in my mind of a little purple box I had
packed for some reason. I said he could have it, and then fell into
a void until dawn.
In the morning, I awoke early, and found myself
in an incredible excited state. I felt I had finally made contact,
but was also afraid that I had gone crazy. I decided to confer with
the others to find out if it was a shared experience, and by that
decide on my mental state. I went to the biffy where we had hidden
our food from the animals, and found perfectly circular holes cut
in our trail mix bags, about the circumference of a spearhead. There
was a mountain goat on the cliff side watching me intently.
I asked the other two if "fireworks"
meant anything to either of them. My girlfriend sat bolt upright
and began telling me her night's dream (before I told my story,
I might add). She had been having a lucid dream in which she was
flying above the campsite, looking down on our tent. Little men
surrounded it with spears in their hands that were shooting fireworks
out of their fingers. She landed and saw me there and asked if I
were dreaming. I said, "of course I am". One of the little
men had a dog made of shadows. They told her that the dance begins
in an hour, but we should move this green contraption of ours (the
tent). We packed the tent, did a maypole dance around a post in
the field and began a journey that would take us through many adventures
and all the way to the gulf islands, where we met a theatre troop
putting on "a midsummer night's dream".
Matthew -Canada.
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