Feed The Fairies

Submitted By: Dimara - Date: 9/17/00

It all began, innocently enough, three years ago in October 1997. But it changed my life forever.

I had begun taking Wiccan classes at the Awareness Shop in New Paltz. The classes were captivating and we were all absorbing knowledge like sponges. Plus, for the first time in my life I was meeting people with interests similar to mine. I don't know which I looked forward to more, the weekly lessons or bonding with other kindred souls. As any course on Pagan spirituality might include, one class was dedicated to the realm beyond the five senses - the spirit world. We discussed Fairies in particular and that how "It" all began.

"Fairies, hmmm. Interesting concept," I thought, but wondered if I REALLY believed in Fairies? "Nah."

Since the weather would soon turn cold, we were instructed to go near the edge of a wooded area and invite them into our homes to live in a nice warm house. To feed and care for Fairies, we learned that they love milk and honey, and are especially fond of wine and beer. (Wine and beer?) We also learned Fairies like bright, shiny objects to play with and may help themselves to objects lying around freely. The instructor cautioned us that they are quite playful and mischievous.

Hearing that Fairies bring financial prosperity certainly caught my attention. Maybe I should look more closely into this Fairy business, I thought. What could it possibly hurt? So, I went home and mulled it over until I fell asleep.

The next morning, as I walked my dog, I found myself heading toward the edge of a wooded area. Once there, I had an imaginary talk with some Fairies and invited them into my home. Something a friend of mine often says popped into my head suddenly. "When you've lived all your life on the wrong side of financial prosperity, isn't it time the rest was spent on the right side?" Daydreams of financial prosperity began dancing around my head like visions of sugar plumbs in that poem, "The Night Before Christmas" (or is it Yule?). As the dog and I finished our walk and headed home, I began to genuinly get into this Fairy thing. Hey, can you blame a girl for trying?

At this point in my strange tale, I'll use a bit of justification for my actions. I work full-time, have many friends, and lead a very busy life. I was so caught up in everyday living that I totally forgot about the Fairies. After all, who REALLY believes in Fairies? (Yeah - I said justification, but I guess I mean excuses.) I began to doubt the whole financial prosperity daydream anyway. Life went on, work went on, housework kept multiplying like dust bunnies. The weather was still warm and pleasant. The Fairies would either come or not come - most likely not - so why worry about it.

At the time, my then 21-year-old daughter lived with me and she has never understood the whole Pagan spirituality movement. Although she made her communion, I didn't raise her with any spirituality and her direction in life now seems to be on other paths. That's fine with me. I believe we are all exactly where we should be at any point in time. However, as a fledgling Pagan, it discouraged me to have a family member scoff at my altar and rituals. I got very annoyed when she began knocking small things over on my altar. After a few times of this, I finally mentioned it to her and we had a few tense words. She said I was crazy and I said she was spiteful. But, she kept doing it and we had still more words (more crazy versus spiteful).

One day I came home from work and the window fan near my alter was knocked off the window. WHAT HAPPENED HERE? The words we exchanged that time were even stronger. As a matter of fact, a minor war began. ( #@$zzz!! versus %^*+!!!! ) That time we unleashed a quite an ugly bout and it happened again a day or two later. I came home from work and not only was the fan knocked out of the window, but the bedroom blinds were broken. I just couldn't believe the audacity of this kid. We went at it again and you could feel the tremors on the Richter Scale. (Surely, you must have felt them too.) It was an outright war. I was livid - absolutely livid. Needless to say, she wasn't too happy either, nor were our other house mates. Besides my daughter and the dog, there is also a talking parrot in the home (who certainly picked up a few choice words during our ongoing battles).

Then IT happened and I still remember it quite vividly.

It was the last warm weather before winter set in and the windows were open as I lay sleeping in the upstairs bedroom. The air was balmy and the night was exceptionally quiet, dark, and still. Suddenly, (and I do mean SUDDENLY) a roar of wind raced through the dining room window, into the hall, up the stairs and it banged on my closed bedroom door as if with an angry fist. The dog (did what?) and the parrot gave a shrill shriek like a woman about to be assaulted. I jumped up in bed with the shock of realization. OH MY GOD - I FORGOT TO FEED THE FAIRIES!!!

That was it, I had forgotten to feed the Fairies. I couldn't believe it, but after all, who Quite an believes in Fairies?. But that was it. I ran downstairs to put some food out for the Fairies and have been feeding them every day since.

Talk about audacity! How could I have the audacity to invite someone into my home, agree to give them food and shelter, and then totally ignore that promise? How did I have the audacity to assume a 21-year-old adult would be so spiteful for no reason? How did I have the audacity to think that because something can't be seen it's not there? The Fairies certainly put me in my place and deservedly so.

Although the Fairies and I had definitely gotten off to a bad start, it was the beginning of a fine friendship. I've slowly come to respect and admire the little people of the unseen realm, but it's no longer a matter of prosperity, it's one of friendship. I've come to know their likes (and dislikes!) and they do communicate when they want something. They are a pretty explicit group.

When we first made our uneasy truce, stones would pop off some of the tools that I made at the Wiccan classes. I told someone at the Awareness Shop that they don't like the stones. No, she said, they LIKE the stones and want some for themselves. Oh, okay, right! (Can I do anything right?) I quickly gave them their own stones, shinny pennies, small shells and bells. My friend, Donna, gave me a statue of a fairy from the shop that I put on a tiny table set aside just for the Fairies. They neatly arranged two tiny bells around the Fairy statue, very evenly spaced since they are much neater than I. They especially like that statue. (Thank you, Donna.)

They've been in my house for almost three years now and, while I may not have tiny green George Washingtons dancing around my head, I do have a nice home, enough food to eat,

and good friends with whom I share these magical moments. My daughter and I have stopped calling each other crazy & spiteful (although there are still occasional strange looks cast at my alter). As for my dog, I've often wondered why she was completely quiet during that episode. I guess it was because she's used to coming and going in the circle (animals can enter and leave the circle without purification or breaking energy because of their total innocence) and must have been familiar unseen spirits.

And there was only one time when a financial transaction took a turn for the worse. But quite unexpectedly, from clear out of the blue, something else more profitable came my way that more than made up for that loss. The Fairies? Hmmm?

But more than all that, I have very special tiny friends that share my nice home and life. What more can anyone want? (After all who really believes in Fairies?)

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