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This is from Patrick who posted his encounter on the main Real Faeries website.  I was going through the old posts and hadnt noticed his post before until yesterday.

http://www.realfairies.net/cau…..l#comments
Patrick :
September 4th, 2009 at 10:46 pm

"Wow, I am surprised to find this site and hear everyone’s experience with fairies. 3 months ago, I would have thought everyone was crazy because I was not a believer. I am now.

A month ago I witnessed something that I still struggle to believe. I am somewhat of a skeptic with these types of things so I really don’t know why they would show themselves to me.

I was laying on the couch relaxing and getting ready to go to bed when a glowing yellow light flew by my head. It didn’t scare me because I could feel peace and warmth coming from it. I could hear a child’s laughter in it as well. It was about 2 feet from my face and was about 2 inches in diameter or a bit smaller than a tennis ball. It was as clear and real as anything tangible you could imagine.

It changed my view of the world and what science tells us to believe. I consider myself to be a reasonable person, but what I witnessed was beyond reason and definitely not a hallucination.

I now know what my cat has been playing with at night. I thought his behavior was odd as he seemed to be chasing invisible objects and playing at night.

I have seen lights flying around since and can only assume that fairies are living somewhere near my house.

I live in Colorado as well as some of the other posters here. Its nice to hear other experiences about this situation. I don’t feel alone and I don’t feel insane.

Thanks,

~Patrick"

Hi there Kalvin!

hey lisa ..is it yuor birthday?hapy birthday!!!

This testimony was posted in 2006 at http://paranormal.about.c…ls…..r06_19.htm
It is so beautiful that I feel like crying — I pray that this young adult keeps a connection with the faery in her later years. One does not have to only be a child to have the open-ness she had when she was very young.

Fairy Castle
by Dreamer24

Most people my age don't even consider the existence of fairies and elves to be true. But I think otherwise. You see, for a long while my eyes were opened to a beautiful and unbelievable world. It began only a few weeks after my family moved to Pennsylvania. Being only eight at the time, I was in the backyard playing with some of my toys when I looked over and saw a very small woman, only about three inches high. She had a flowing white dress on and her hair was reddish brown; whether or not it was tied up I do not recall.

I had exceptional knowledge for my age and I ran inside immediately shouting with great excitement, "Mom, dad! I saw a fairy! I SAW A FAIRY!" My mother had seen a fairy as a child and she believed me. I've never been sure if my dad did; it was hard to tell if he thought I was just playing a game of sorts and that he should go along with the ride.

I went back outside not too long after and slowly I could see and understand their world more and more. I told only my immediate family and a few close friends, whose names I will leave anonymous. My friends were a bit skeptical at first, but then they could see them too. We built fairy houses out of natural materials. We helped them decorate for festivals. I know it sounds like a made-up child's game; I know it sounds like a few girls with overactive imaginations, and that's what I feared too, but there are some things that I could not explain.

Here is one. My friend and I were having a sleep over at my house. We decided to go outside and play a bit. Snow had fallen only a few days earlier. My friend ran ahead of me and ran away to where I could no longer see her. But something caught my eye. One of the mounds of snow was carved into a shape. I stopped running and looked closer.

It was a castle! I very small castle! Every detail was perfectly carved. The windows had bits of clear ice in them! It was like a dream. But it wasn't. I showed it to my mom. She was amazed. That's only one thing. For a while, I understood a world mankind had lost track of long ago. I understood beautiful elfen princesses, wars invisible to us, everything imaginable.

But I was growing up, and we both knew I had to leave. I sit here typing trying to remember the amazing creatures they told me of, the wondrous places, but it's all slipping away. I'm almost 13 now. I tell no one in fear they would think I was lying, or that it was all my imagination. Though I can see it no longer, I know a wonderful world exists that many cannot see, and no matter how much time goes by, I will always believe in that secret world we hid from ourselves so long ago, and I will always hold it close to my heart.

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The Fairies
by Kelly

My whole life I have been out to find fairies. Ever since I was about five years old, I had been addicted to their mysterious, delicate and beautiful features that I have seen. My parents always told we that I would never find any and that they were not real. I kept to my beliefs and told them I was going to find one if it took my whole life. Well, one night my little sister and I proved them wrong.

It was a very clear July night and a beautiful full moon. I had decided to take my little sister out to the orchard (which was right across the street from my house) to lie on a blanket and look at the stars. On our walk over there, I saw a circle of mushrooms. I said to my little sister, "This is a known place where people can find fairies." She looked up at me and whispered, "Do you think we will see some." I did not know what to say to her because I did not want her to become disappointed, so I told her that we might, but they can be very unpredictable.

So we walked around the circle to get out of all the apple trees and peach trees. When we laid down, my sister started to ask me about what I had known about fairies. I told her every thing that I had known at that time, then she got real excited about seeing a fairy. We both laid there very open-eyed, looking for a fairy. Then my sister looked at me with wide eyes and said, "Sissy, what color are all of the fairies?" I told her that they could be any color. Then she asked if they could be blue and green with sparkles. I responded while getting the idea that she had seen one, "Yes. Why? Have you seen one?" She said, "Well, yea I think. They're all over there by that mushroom circle."

As I turned my head in disbelief, I was wondering whether my lifetime dream had come true. Sure enough, it was true. When I looked in that direction, all I saw was a light source with five green and blue brighter lights. I got up slowly thinking that if I walked up to them slowly that I could get a closer glimpse. As soon as I was about two feet away from them, they all disappeared. When they disappeared, I could swear that I had heard the music that sounded like it was coming from a harp. They all flew down like they were hiding under the mushrooms.

I knew it was bad luck to pick a mushroom or even disturb it, so I just looked as close to it as I could. Just as I was looking under the mushrooms, I heard the voice of my dad. My sister and I looked at each other with disbelief in our eyes. We ran inside to tell my dad the story about what had just happened. He looked at me like I had gone mentally crazy with my obsession with fairies. I told him that I would show him, and we all walk across the street.

When we got to the other side of the street, I could not see the fairies, but I could hear the harp sound that I had heard before. I told everybody to walk very slowly and to make no noise. We got about six feet from them and we could all see the blue and green lights from a distance. My mom and dad looked at each other with confused faces. Then he looked at me and said something that meant so much to me, and I never thought that I would hear him say in my life: "You were right. Fairies do exist."

Ever since then, every full moon, we all sit in the orchard and listen to the beautiful harp music and enjoy the company of the mystical creatures that live across the street.

Same with my mother-  forget my father- he's hopeless….lol!

But my mother actually was open when I told her about my encounter.   I think the reason she accepted it was because she has had some paranormal experiences in her life-   seeing an angel when she was younger, hearing extreemly beautiful music when she was struck ill with pnuemonia when I was a kid., and other things.    Plus, when I told her, she could look right in my eyes and know I wasnt lying.   

Here's two more testimonies I found on the web today (i called off from work..yayy!!!)  

fairysource.com/naturespiritphotos

Faery Globe Testimonial

"…I've seen the globes, too! I never would have believed it myself, but seeing is believing. Now I realize that I'm not nuts.

They told me to eat vegetables and brown rice. They also told me about lemongrass. They have an interesting sense of humor. They told me to do some silly things like eat dirt, leaves, and bark off a tree. I ate it, and I think they laughed or something.

I saw them in a good sized redwood forest in the Santa Cruz mountains. (Scotts Valley). I heard these voices, and went outside with my flashlight. When I got to a big stand of trees, I turned the light out, and sat down.

7 or 8 balls of light appeared. All different sizes. Yellowish white light. At the time, I had no idea what I was looking at. I call them nature spirits…

"I am not at all shocked that they have appeared to me. I'm really into nature, and I spend a lot of time outside, including gardening. I've always been really into plants, and animals.

I guess the main message was 'the spiritual world is very real.' There must be millions of nature spirits! If that is true, this whole entire planet must be spiritually alive.

I just thought I'd share my story." – Glenn

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"I would like to share an experience, I don’t know if it was fairies or what. The other night while I was in my room I heard three chimes, which sounded like Fa, La, and Re on the musical scale. The first ring was over my bed, the second around my nightstand, and the third which led me to the fairy sculpture I had on my dresser. I turned off the lights, hoping to see something. I saw an outline of something, midair. I held out my hand and felt something land – or even sit – in it…

The chimes were as real as anything, I’ll swear to that because I was shaking." – Christina

http://www.blogcatalog.com/blo…..9915a52557

Iceland's "Hidden People"

Magnus goes on to give an account of an event from 1936 where a man called Thorlakur Steffanson who had been walking in the forest in northern Iceland in a place called Skagfjordur appears to have an encounter with the hidden people that saved his life, "He'd been walking for hours and hours and was freezing to death. Eventually he came across a light among the trees, went over to it, and found it was a farmhouse. He knocked on the door and the farmer invited him inside. When he asked them the name of the farm, he said it was called Heggstarir. He replied that he'd never heard of that farm before, and reasoned that he could no longer be in Skagfjordur. To this the farmer replied: "No you are in Skagfjordur, we are what you call hidden people. We are always here, but you cannot always see us." Steffanson was slightly wary of these people, but they were showing him so much hospitality that he agreed to stay the night; especially as the weather was terrible outside. Magnus continues, "The next morning when he woke up, the skies had cleared and he could see through the window where he was; not all that far from his home in Skagfjordur. After breakfast, he headed off on his way, stopping every now and then to turn and wave goodbye. After he'd gone 300 meters (330 yards), he turned one last time, but the house was gone. He didn't believe his eyes, so he followed his footsteps in the snow back to where the house had been. It had been snowing all night, the landscape was thick with snow. But when he got to the place where the house had been, his footsteps stopped, and the house was not there. He never saw the house again."

In his friendly way Magnus goes on to explain encountering skepticism in his classroom, "Over the twenty-three years that I've been collecting these stories, I haven't believed every one I've heard. But the more I look into it, the more I realize we are just scratching the surface of a very big phenomenon. These witnesses will stare into your eyes and tell you that they weren't drunk and they weren't on drugs. They will stare at you with such conviction, take you to the place where they saw them, draw pictures, repeat the story over and over. They are looking for somebody to believe them. To help them make sense of what happened."

A witness with several encounters with the hidden people is Hermunder Rokinkrans. His first encounter with them was at the tender age of four. "As a child we lived just outside of Hveragerdi, a town thirty-five kilometers (22 miles) outside of Reykjavik. Our house was on a hill near a cliff ", Roskinkrans recalls. "One day I was playing in the yard and heard the sound of a bell. I looked up and saw about seven kids aged between four and ten coming from a small cave in the cliff. They were all dressed in white and had dark hair. I went over to play with them, and we spent the afternoon playing with spiders and beetles and picking flowers. I saw them about eight to ten times that year. I'd hear the bell and then they would arrive. Later that year my father died, and we had to move to Reykjavik, and I never saw them after that." Hermunder did not realize that they were hidden people until he was about thirty years old, as he says, "When I was thirty, I asked my mother about them, and she said she didn't know what I was talking about. She said I never had any playmates when we lived in Hveragerdi, because where we lived was too far from the center of town." I hope anyone reading this series is enjoying it and hope to have the next part here very soon. Peace and be well to anyone stopping by!

Posted by Devin at 12:37 AM

“Today, 54% of Icelanders believe in elves and hidden people and a full 90% of the population “takes notice” of this shadow community, which is said to number anywhere from 7000 to 20,000 inhabitants.”

for that much of the population to believe in the supernatural then either the elves there are very open and trusting, or the people there live very peacefully and have many encounters.

I MUST travel there one day and see elves for the first time outside of a dream

Eh?

It was June 15, 2009, about 14 miles outside of Monroe, Louisiana, near a place called Rocky Branch, where I lived. My son and I were driving toward an old town called Farmerville to get a Coke, and we were using my mother's truck, the gas gauge of which didn't work too well. We ran out of gas. We got out of the truck and began walking back toward Rocky Branch, and in the meantime I called my husband to come pick us up as it was time for him to be getting off of work.

The sun was just starting to set, but not dark out yet. More like shadowy, but you could still see everything real good. Anyway, we knew that we had to walk about five miles to get home, and on the way we had to pass up these three huge garbage cans on the right side of the road, where all the locals hauled their own garbage to.

We were walking along, basically grouching about our predicament. As we passed the garbage cans, we got the shock of our lives. There was this thing that looked just like a freaking Troll out of a Dungeons and Dragons book! It was standing there eating out of the garbage can. It had a big, wide forehead, a long nose with wide nostrils, and a long, skinny chin. It had long white hair and big huge eyes. It had a large torso, but skinny arms and legs. When it saw us, it crouched between the garbage cans, as if it did not want to be seen.

My son took off running like a steak of lightening up the road, yelling "What the hell is that?" He was 17 at the time, and me, well I was right behind him. All I could think of was, "Please don't chase us, whatever you are." My son and I were running like champs and hoping that the thing wasn't mean and that it wasn't following us, because as we walked on it was getting darker and darker, and there were woods on both sides of us.

Finally, my husband came and picked us up along the road after I called him on my cell phone. This story is no joke. This really happened! All I know is, there are some strange beings out there that are as real as you and I are! Just how many, I don't know. But what I do know is that I'm not crazy and I don't do drugs. I don't even drink, to be honest. What I saw was absolutely beyond the shadow of a doubt, REAL!