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03/09/16 11:15:38PM
@bill-tillman

Comment by Jenny Brown on August 9, 2013 at 11:10pm

Thought I would contribute a picture I made (very unskillfully but it's the best I can do... I don't know how to use the Painter program really...) of a wintery fae I met several years ago by accident (if you believe in those?).

For those who might care - He is about 7 ft tall if I were to guess but I'm not much for measurement. Anyway I come up to about his mid chest and I'm 5'5". No wings. Definitely not the stereotypical wee folk or flower fairy. First noticed him hanging around a while after my dad died (dad died when I was 12, so when I was around 13-14); he would come around when I had trouble sleeping and I would talk to him laying in my bed until I fell asleep (I wasn't afraid of ghosts or spirits at that age cuz I had seen dad's ghost already by then and didn't find anything particularly unusual about this for some reason).

Saw his face clearly for the first time at 16 (he was a blurry white image or just a sense of presence before that). It took me several years to realize he was even fae (after finally getting around to discovering the existence of Irish/Scottish fairy lore around age 22/23... and much later the Welsh). For a long time I thought he was maybe a guardian angel or a friendly ghost or something cuz he's so white and helped me go to sleep when I would wake up from nightmares or had insomnia, and like I said I saw ghosts when I was a kid and also the way he looks and eyes sort of glow in the dark which is kind of cool. Anyway eventually figured out he was option c) - none of the above, and that he was a fae, which he had to actually tell me. This happened after several years of figuring out how to communicate with him and confirmed after finally learning the basics of how to pathwalk (first astral visit to Otherworld = age 25, 3+ yrs ago, probably wouldn't have had the guts to try it if he weren't right there saying he would help and bring me to where he was on the other side).

We are now good friends. He's pretty reserved and serious (not typical fae mischievous? but he does have a very sarcastic sense of humor) but he is nice. Which is lucky I guess cuz they certainly aren't all nice. But anyhoo that's who's in the picture.

I would close with "long live the fair folk" but they already do so I guess it's not necessary, lol!

Comment by Bill Tillman on March 23, 2013 at 12:04pm

Patti,

Great images very inspiring.

Bill

Comment by Patti Annelle Patten on March 23, 2013 at 11:07am

You are welcome! No, the pictures are not from the Welsh Fairy Book--but I am looking for Welsh related fairy pics! I am part Fae--you know :-) Well, I like to think I am.

Comment by Brian y Tarw Llwyd on March 22, 2013 at 11:55am

Ah! Great stuff, Patti! Thanks for adding some life to the group.

Comment by Ceri Shaw on March 22, 2013 at 11:44am

Diolch for posting Patti....great pics...are they from the Welsh Fairy Book?

Comment by Patti Annelle Patten on March 22, 2013 at 8:54am

WHERE dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we've hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Away with us he's going,
The solemn-eyed:
He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than he can understand.