We recieved this letter for our dear friend, Ms. S, living in forests of the Pacific Northwest.

...I do see faeries and nature beings especially since moving out here but they kind of appear to me in shapes made from natural things. I'll get "the feeling" and will see one in a tree or somthing, and as long as I keep looking I can see it but if I turn away they are usually gone. Somtimes they will stay for a while or a few days then they are gone. And there are good ones and bad ones, I try to draw them if they will stay awhile. There is one in a tree that gaurds our driveway, I see him a lot. I have also heard them. I've heard their tinkling music one time...

A young man has a frightening experience in the land of trolls and earth spirits - Iceland

I was 18 years old and living in Iceland on the NATO base in Keflavik.

One evening I decided to take a drive out to this formation of rocks that I would often go to and watch the Northern Lights from. When I got there the wind started to pick up big time and I tried to fight it by walking against the wind. As I kept walking I passed a large body of water (almost like a small pond) that was filled with lake water. I got past this lake and then the wind suddenly blew harder and I was unable to fight it anymore. The wind started to push me towards the body of water and it pushed me to the edge of it. I could feel something dark lurking within the waters so I moved to my left and ran at full force and got out of the there. As I got near my car the winds all of a sudden stopped. I knew this was some kind of malicious faerie, because Iceland is crawling with the Fae. But I wasn't aware that Trolls that lived underwater, or any other of the Fae that live there that would try to drown me.

I went home that night and looked up different types of faeries that would try to drown me and the only one I could find was a Kelpie. Which could have been possible since the settlers of Iceland took with them Irish and Scottish slaves. So who knows what was on the boats with them.

Aaron

FairyGardens responds:

Dear Aaron,
In Brian Froud's book "Fairies" he writes of beings called River Tees who are water spirits "Whose sole delight is in the drowning and devouring of children. They are green hags with long, flowing hair and sharp teeth who drag their victims down to a watery grave."

In Iceland, Kelpies are also called Nickers!

We received this amazing story in early 2003

I am 46 years old now, but many years ago, I saw a fairy on two consecutive days. It took place during the mid-late 70s, (don't remember the exact timing). Before this occurance, I'd never given any thought to fairies other than my love for reading fairy tales as a child.

One spring day, along a lonely country highyway in North Carolina, changed my mind about the existance of fairies forever. It was a Saturday evening with only about a couple of hours of daylight left. I was driving along a country road in my 1972 convertible Malibu, headed for my boyfriend's house. My convertible top was up and my windows were down.

Our relationship had not been well lately. It had deterioated to a pattern of deceitfulness and distrust. Still, this day, I tried to keep a positive attitude and thought of nothing but happy thoughts. Nothing appeared out of the ordinary because, I had traveled this same route hundreds of times. The radio was playing one of my favorite songs by Marvin Gaye and I was singing happily along with the tune.

Suddenly, I heard what sounded like a large rock hit the top left corner of my windshield. It startled me because there was no other traffic along the highway and I didn't exactly see the object come from any direction. My first thought was that a bird had hit my windshield. For an instant I was sad, because I adore all God's animals, and I shuttered at the thought of killing a beautiful bird. Strangely, however, this bird didn't fall down dead or wounded like normal. Instead, it was actually flying upright dancing it's little feet on my windshield.

I was forced to take a closer look. As I stared at the object, I soon realized that this wasn't a bird at all. I becamed almost locked in a trance for a second or two trying to figure out just what it was. As it fluttered it's wings, it made a squeaky little chattering noise. I vaguely made out the shape of the object to resemble that of a butterfly, only it was larger, the head was bigger and was shaped and moved like a human being's head. The eyes were a dim black. It's demeanor appeared friendly, but very anxious as it repeatedly fluttered up and down on my windshield as if it was trying to get into my car.

My first rational thought was wondering how whatever it was could still be alive after hitting against my windshield so hard, let along fluttering it's wings as it was doing. This went on for approximately 15 seconds. My curiosity was really beginning to get the best of me, but just as quickly as it appeared, the creature seemed to be instantly sucked up into what sounded like a loud vacuum above the hood of my car. I spoke out loudly to myself asking, "What in the world was that?!"

At that moment, I began to feel as if I'd experienced something out of the normal realm of human existence. I know the creature was not harmful because I felt not an ounce of fear and I'm pretty jittery person. I've never had the desire to witness anything paranormal because I'd always felt I would never recover from it.

Once I reached my boyfriend's house, I told him about the the incident. As a believer in the paranormal, he was very amused and believed every word I'd told him. Soon, I forgot about the experience and began to concentrate on my social visit to my boyfriend.

Ironically, the very next day, I traveled along this same route around the same time of evening. The exact same thing happened. The loud thump, the fluttering creature with the faint, chattering noise. This time, I stared even harder in an attempt to get a good look at this thing. As I gazed at it, I thought of a fairy because that's what it actually looked like. Even as I stared this time, the physical shape was apparent, but distinct facial features were shallow. The wings were bright and sparkled in the setting sunlight like the wings of a mosquito hawk. I could see the eyes though hardly visible. They resembled the eyes of a hummingbird. It was actually cute and amusing.

What ever this thing was, it was certainly trying to communicate something to me. It's voice was light and distant but distinct. My biggest concern was wondering what it could possibly be trying to communicate to me. After a few seconds, again, it was sucked up into a vacuum above the hood of my car. This time, I was frustrated. I pulled over on the side of the road and got out to see if I could see a trace of anything on my hood.

I found not a trace of anything. I looked all around the area. Everything was so quite and peaceful. I felt uneasy because the same strange event had repeated itself all over again. Even so, back in those days, I didn't spend much time dwelling on things I didn't understand.

Although I can never be 100% sure what the little fairy wanted to tell me back then, I believe she was attempting to tell me that my boyfriend was not the person I thought he was. We eventually broke up. His future turned out to be not so grand with a long history of drug use and lethargy. I'll always believe the good fairy was trying to warn me of what was in store for my future had I remained with him. I believe she was giving me a warning.

Thanks to the good fairy I've long sinced moved on to a better chapters in my life. I never saw the fairy again, but I still believe she is watching over me. Her little faint voice is always there whispering sweet little words of wisdom and placing them in my thoughts. I know I saw her with my own two eyes. She comes from God above and she'll forever be real, loved, and forever appreciated.

My name Debra. Yes you can print this story because I know there are others out there with similar experiences. I felt appreciated knowing there are others out there who've gone through a similar experience.

A mysterious visitor makes an adult wonder...

I am an adult living in a lovely, older home in San Diego. There are several canyons here. Due to an incident that happened about four years ago in this house--I believe that fairies frequent this neighborhood and that they, perhaps, come from a canyon just at the end of our street.

I had just moved in and it was a late afternoon in mid-summer. I sat cross-legged, facing sideways on my bed. My room is a long one, and was well lit from the sun shining in two uncurtained windows. It was between four or five o'clock, and there were still several hours of daylight left until nightfall.

As I sat silently, a light-colored figure about four inches in length seemed to enter my peripheral vision from window that faces a large tree outside. It flew quite slowly in a straight line directly across the room (very close) in front of me, about four feet from the floor. I probably could have touched it if the thought had entered my head. However, I was thinking, "That is not an insect. It's too big. What IS that?" It was light-gray colored, had a T-shape (straight body with outstretched arms or wings) and could be described as a shadow except that it had substance. To tell you the truth, the words that I use to describe it feel a little "off", as if to my attempts at description could never be absolutely accurate. The figure completed it's linear path across the long room, past me, past another window--and flew straight into the closed, double-door of my wardrobe! This was when I wondered, "Was that a fairy?" I stared fixedly at the wardrobe's doors and after a moment got up off my bed, opened the doors and peered inside. Nothing there that I could see.

Secretly, I have wondered if fairies have existed since I was very young.

The creature's deliberate flight path, combined with it's size, uniform coloring, and disappearance into my oak wardrobe made me think that I was lucky enough to witness a fairy's flight through my room.

What do you think?

Janelle

These two amazing stories were sent to us in March of 2003. They shows a connection between nature and the little people who dwell there!

Once, I was exploring the woods with my cousin, and I came upon a pond. We looked around, and then we saw, at the edge of a pool, a person, about six inches high, wearing a brown robe and having brown hair, with a staff. He was looking into the pool and waving his staff around as if he was doing something. My cousin and I, being scared out of our wits, retreated quickly. The funny thing is, the next time I returned, the forest was flooded. Completely. And it hadn't rained or anything during the week, and even after the rains, the forest doesn't flood.

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Once, I was sitting under a tree (I named her Ananda afterwards) when, all of a sudden, I saw a face. It was a beautiful face, and her hands were on either side of her head, like she was looking at something, and she had hair that streamed down to the roots of the tree. Then, as suddenly as she had appeared, she faded away into the tree. I never really saw her again, but of all of the nymphs that I have seen, she was the clearest, and I'm sure that she has tried to speak with me multiple times.

Is a ravine in Vancouver Washington the gateway to the fairy world? Our friend Kelli shares some some remarkable experiences!

I've had something posted to your site before a couple years ago, but this summer something happened that's so amazing I feel I have to share it too.

There is a park with a half mile long ravine in Vancouver, Washington that is literally inhabited by fairies. I've known it since I was 17 and used to live there. I'd go there almost every day and feel a presence there that was unmistakably otherworldly. I feel a symbiosis with this place and went back there to visit it last summer after not seeing it for almost 20 years. I now live in Northern Idaho.

The first night I saw it after not being there for so long was overwhelming. The feelings were just so strong. I remember running across the meadow where the back end of the park is and crying I was feeling so much joy. I'm usually a rational person, and no other place I know of affects me this way, only this one! Maybe I'm the wood wife or something!

When I climbed the 25 feet or so to the bottom of that end of the ravine, I was surrounded by sunlight through the very tall trees that made it look like a cathedral. There is ivy growing up some of the trees, and at the end of the trail where the trees sit on a hill, their roots stick out in weird patterns. It is so quiet down there that it feels as though everything is listening and watching, aware of your every move. It's beautiful, haunting and disturbing. I felt the presences so strong down there and felt like it was a homecoming of some sort. I even put on my Lord of the Dance music and started skipping and dancing down the path. It was like being in another world, and I've come to believe that this forest is a vortex or gateway into that other world.

I returned two days later when it was overcast and there were no people in the park above. I took pictures this time and in two of them you can see mist and a blob of blue light. The pictures of the ravine didn't show up though, because it was too dark.

I also heard the running of feet into the foliage that suddenly stopped, just like it used to happen when I was 17 and 18. The weird thing besides the exact same thing happening like it used to, is that I could never see the owner of the feet. There was a pitter patter right by me, the feet would run into the little stalks of foliage and then stop. I looked and looked but couldn't see anything like an animal or bug. It was like their way of saying, "We remember you, do you remember us?"

I feel pulled by this place, almost addictive, like if they had their way, I would live there. I've enclosed one of the pictures I took, where you can see the weird light and mist. I'm going back there this summer to see what else happens, and even writing a story about it. It just has such an effect on me.

And that's not the end, either. When I got home, my neighbor told me we had the worst windstorm she's ever remembered, and also growing in my front yard, which has NEVER been there before, was a ring of huge mushrooms! That's something that doesn't grow in southern Idaho. They have them all over the place in Washington and northern Idaho though. But not down here. The weirdest thing is, they only appeared for a day or so, then disappeared, never to return.

I almost feel as if I'm being initiated into some kind of relationship with the fairies of that forest, something very serious and reverent that's almost frightening in its intensity. It's like being under a spell or something, it brings me joy but also scares me because it's so strong. Maybe I'll get pulled into their realm and not return one of these days.

I had one weird reaction in that ravine where I couldn't get to the middle part, that's why I want to go back and see if I can walk all the way through it. I'd get a few feet in, and then feel dizzy and see everything spiraling in front of me. it scared me so bad I had to run back up the trail to the surface. maybe it just wasn't time for me to go all the way in. Strange, because when I was a teenager, I never had a problem walking all the way through it. It felt more lighthearted then, too, for some reason. Now the forest feels more ominous, and deeper and seems to have grown to twice the size it was before. I think the fairies are feeling the encroaching of civilization and are more fiercely guarding their realm. Or they are guarding me from getting too close and getting sucked into their realm. Maybe next time will the be the right time for me to see the middle part.

I even have dreams about this place, and it always looks the same yet different, and of course, I see fairies there too. Next time I'll throw sugar cubes down for them. I have a friend who does that when she goes to inhabited places, and they seem to like it.

Sorry for rambling so long, but I'd love to share this with people. I feel obligated to. Maybe someday this craziness will all make sense. In the meantime, I just want to keep my feet firmly grounded in sanity.

Kelli

Here is a lovely and detailed letter recounting years of contact with the fairy kingdom.

I've had many dreams and astral experiences with faires over the years (I'm in my 30s now) but I've had waking experiences, too. The most dramatic ones took place in the early 90s at our mountain property in central Idaho. The first fairy I felt, instead of saw, her presence so strong I felt she would materialize any moment. I was standing in front of a grove of trees off the dirt road when her presence seemed to come behind me out of nowhere. I was alone when this happened. Even my stepmom saw something around that same time when we were cutting willows on our lot about a mile from this site over the hill. She suddenly stood up and said, "What was THAT? It almost looked like a PERSON!"

The most dramatic experience was when I actually saw a fairy, in 1994, outside my dad's trailer. I had opened my eyes after dozing and saw this funny little brown FACE staring in the window. It had small blue eyes and a little smirk, also frizzy hair. It scared me so bad I almost had a heart attack. I remember turning around from the window and covering my head!

My dreams of course, are even stranger and more beautiful. This past summer, I dreamed I was approaching a forest from a meadow, with several gold deer with yellow eyes guarding it. They looked very intelligent and alert, and ready to spring if I got too close. I don't know why I wasn't allowed in there. I've had several dreams of going to other landscapes and there's almost always this little fairy guide with me. He's only about 5 feet tall and looks like one of the brownie guys from Neverending Story, only not as obnoxious.

Another dream was where I was walking beneath this ridge of trees in a ravine when suddenly two small russet colored deer came running down and started circling me. One of them ran off, but the other stayed with me. He then materialized into this beautiful man with glowing skin and white blonde hair.

One of my friends who used to live in Scotland 2 years ago has heard actual fairy MUSIC coming from the woods at night, and she recorded her "inspirations" of them. Some of it is on a synthesizer, some is of her voice. It's like Enya and Jean Micheal Jarre mixed together, if you can imagine that. Also Reinassance style.

- Kelli

Kelli shares more wonderful adventures!

This is an update to my experiences in David Douglas Park in Vancouver Washington. I should have told you this right after it happened, but I didn't think to look for this site until just tonight for some reason. Anyway, you're not going to believe this, but this past July I went back there(during a visit to the Faeryworlds Festival in Oregon, which is another monumentous event in itself!) and actually SAW two fairies on my last evening. You can put this in the reports if you want. I had felt the urge to visit it one last time before I had to go home, and for some stupid reason, I wanted to sing and dance for them. They gave me more than enough evidence that they were listening. First of all, the only other people there were some picknickers far away down the meadow, and they couldn't see what was happening on the baseball diamond side near the front part. You have to cross the diamonds before getting to the woods. Before I even got out of the car, a short dust tornado whirled over the baseball diamond and dissolved in front of me in gusts of wind. That may or may not mean anything in and of itself, but I hardly ever see those. I took my tape recorder that had my music on it and ran down into the part of the woods where the trees are all covered up to the tops in ivy. The sun was bright and beautiful this time, and it was so green. First I did a slow dance, then I sang a song. It was during the singing part, when I was standing still on the trail, that two inch long pale green fluttering featureless "bugs" came up to me, hovering. One of them zipped away while the other one landed right on my lip, then went over to hover right by the left side of my head! I stopped singing and just stared at it. The wings were just a lighter shade than the body, and there were no eyes or other features on its face, which was perfectly round. I've never seen bugs like that before. The wings were also traced with transparent yellow, and they made no noise. When it left, it just seemed to vanish. I couldn't tell where it had gone. I left the woods ecstatic and honored that I had seen an actual physical vision of their presence. Now I KNOW I'm right about this place!

- Kelli

Another sighting linking fairies with the natural world!

I live in New Jersey and I am a huge fan of fairies. I have always wanted to see one, but never thought it would be possible. I live by woods so I thought that I could leave them little treats like berries or cherries for them to pick on.

I guess that I did have fairies living near me because one morning I woke up opened the shade in my room and looked into the woods. I saw a bright pink light just about the size of my fist, then a blue light, then green, then a purple one. I wasn't sure what to expect when I saw them...I just was so excited I didn't know what to do.

I ran downstairs to try to greet them but before I got outside, they had disappeared. My little fairy friends never came back because they are doing so much construction work in my backyard that they fled from the area. I hope in my later years I get to see my friends again.

The mysteries of Wicca reveal the mysteries of the Fae!

I am 24 years old, and ever since I did a self-initiation into Wicca I have encountered faeries.

The first time, I was washing dishes. I had looked up out the window and looking at the grass, I believe.

All of a sudden, this light blue faerie flew as fast as it could past the window. It wasn't a bird, it was too fast and too bright for that. It was a glowing light blue color.

Another time, I saw one that was orange, it flew into my line of vision, then stopped and turned back around to go in the same direction it had come from. I saw legs and arms.

Then I hadn't seen faeries in a while, I thought they were mad at me, and considering this one person I had known for a while, they possibly were. Now that I think about it, they didn't show themselves to me when I knew him, and until they were sure he wasn't going to call me or talk to me again.

I was working this past summer (2004) doing a craft. I can't remember what it was, probably my Mom's bead-work. I looked up and saw this female blonde fairy perched on the window looking straight at me. She had dragon-fly like wings, blonde hair, and she had light colored skin. She didn't move the entire time I looked at her, but I stared purposely at her for about 5 minutes. I then looked at the cat who had made a mess, turned my head back and she was gone. I'm glad they've come back to me. I want to build them a house to live in.