A Fae Encounter

crux said:

There are many known animals that can change their color which is just different wavelengths of light. So, they are controlling light to some degree. Maybe there are creatures/beings that can go a step further and bend light so as to appear invisible.

There are reports of encounters with beings who appear to be doing something like this, much like in the “Predator” movies.

Good observation there, Crux. You may be onto something. Whatever they are doing, I do believe they are real and out there. Just very good at avoiding us.

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Perhaps the drug changes the brains frequency so the person can see them. Everything seems to have its own vibration rate.

ghostkind said:

are the horses a different breed too?

As long as they're not kelpies or water horses. Learned about those recently. They sound terrifying

Monolith said:

Or maybe this has to do with the DMT levels in the brain (which is a natural brain chemical btw). It seems that many people taking DMT or ayahuasca see gnomes, though even those who take it don't always see them. That makes me think that maybe brain chemicals play a role in visions and they may even trigger paranormal powers?

There is a very interesting documentary on this topic called DMT: The Spirit Molecule. It is also on Netflix.

The existence of DMT in the brain also attests to certain absurdities that we are forced to endure. That is we are all thus technically illegal.

I was thumbing through an old journal, and came across what might have been a brief encounter with the fae. I was living in Redding, CT at the time, and was driving my daughter home after she'd been visiting a friend. It was night, and the area I was driving through was heavily wooded. I was fairly certain that I knew the way, since I had driven there to drop her off, so I started for home, retracing the way I had come. Then things got weird.

Even though I was taking the exact same route home, I kept getting lost. I would drive past a certain landmark, then would find myself lost yet again. At one point, I found myself on an unfamiliar street with a large roadhouse on the side of the street. I knew I hadn't come that way before. So off I went again. Finally I remembered something I had read about the fae. I had read that they often mess with travelers, by confusing them and making them lose their way. I had also read that if you take off your coat and turn it inside out and put it back on, the enchantment would end. I felt foolish, but I did just that. Got out of the car, and while my daughter stared at me as if I were crazy, reversed my coat and then started off again. We were home soon after.

garnetsilver said:

I was thumbing through an old journal, and came across what might have been a brief encounter with the fae. I was living in Redding, CT at the time, and was driving my daughter home after she'd been visiting a friend. It was night, and the area I was driving through was heavily wooded. I was fairly certain that I knew the way, since I had driven there to drop her off, so I started for home, retracing the way I had come. Then things got weird.

Even though I was taking the exact same route home, I kept getting lost. I would drive past a certain landmark, then would find myself lost yet again. At one point, I found myself on an unfamiliar street with a large roadhouse on the side of the street. I knew I hadn't come that way before. So off I went again. Finally I remembered something I had read about the fae. I had read that they often mess with travelers, by confusing them and making them lose their way. I had also read that if you take off your coat and turn it inside out and put it back on, the enchantment would end. I felt foolish, but I did just that. Got out of the car, and while my daughter stared at me as if I were crazy, reversed my coat and then started off again. We were home soon after.

I've never heard of the inside out coat trick, but, in magic, a reversal of anything would work towards reversal of a spell.

Thanks for sharing your story, Garnet! I wonder how many of us have been touched by such high strangeness without recognizing it for what it is.

Debi said:

I've never heard of the inside out coat trick, but, in magic, a reversal of anything would work towards reversal of a spell.

Thanks for sharing your story, Garnet! I wonder how many of us have been touched by such high strangeness without recognizing it for what it is.

The only reason I recognized it was because of a book that described such things, and the author had described what to do if you suspected the fae of confusing you for fun.

garnetsilver said:

I was thumbing through an old journal, and came across what might have been a brief encounter with the fae. I was living in Redding, CT at the time, and was driving my daughter home after she'd been visiting a friend. It was night, and the area I was driving through was heavily wooded. I was fairly certain that I knew the way, since I had driven there to drop her off, so I started for home, retracing the way I had come. Then things got weird.

Even though I was taking the exact same route home, I kept getting lost. I would drive past a certain landmark, then would find myself lost yet again. At one point, I found myself on an unfamiliar street with a large roadhouse on the side of the street. I knew I hadn't come that way before. So off I went again. Finally I remembered something I had read about the fae. I had read that they often mess with travelers, by confusing them and making them lose their way. I had also read that if you take off your coat and turn it inside out and put it back on, the enchantment would end. I felt foolish, but I did just that. Got out of the car, and while my daughter stared at me as if I were crazy, reversed my coat and then started off again. We were home soon after.

Wow! That is amazing. I can’t tell you how many stories I’ve heard of people getting lost while hiking because the terrain changed. There is way more to the nature of our reality than science can presently explain.

I was inspired to do some reading about the Fae, and it seems to be a commonly held belief that they love to trick people, especially if they feel offended or disrespected. Not that I could have done anything to offend them, unless I expressed frustration at being lost in the woods?

That is an amazing story! The part with the don't eat or drink any of this was something I've heard about before. Supposedly if you do you run the risk of never being seen or heard from again if memory serves me right. What do you think that voice in your head was that warned you to not drink or eat any of the offerings?

Debi said:

THIS EXPERIENCE IS FROM @jadamz. SHE'S SPOKEN BRIEFLY OF IT BEFORE, BUT HERE IS THE FULL STORY FOR YOU.

You wanted to hear one of my stories about the Fae...One little story..About 20 years ago,.I was in the Hebrides, the isle of Iona on the far west coast of Scotland and I had an encounter. I had never thought much one way or the other about faeries but a couple days before I left for my trip, it was all I could think about. I decided I was going to really try to make a connection with them on my trip.

I always travel solo and really go to where I am guided. I traveled thru several islands off the west coast of Scotland and I was going to every faery hill I could find, leaving little items like cloth (a lovely piece of Harris Tweed), food,flowers and the like. I knew my trip was coming to an end soon and I had pretty much given up on the idea of contacting them.

The day before I left for the U.S, I was sitting on a little bench behind a faery hill on the tiny little Isle of Iona and looking out over the little beach to the sea. Out of NOWHERE it started pissing down rain. With determination, I sat there on that bench,rain and all, and refused to leave. I sat there for another 5 or 10 minutes getting soaked. Then the rain lightened up a bit and I was watching the seagulls walking on the beach and the strangest thought came to me. "What if those birds AREN'T birds?" Well,boom next thing I know I feel myself being yanked/pulled backwards (now my body is still on the bench) but the rest of me was moving backwards with quite a bit of velocity and I found myself about 50 yards back down the path I had walked down to the bench.

I saw what I can only describe as 2 apple doll faced beings-verrry old and wrinkly-no botox for sure ! -man and wife about a foot or so tall dressed in well...kinda gnome clothing...country folk.... dark browns and greens. What blew my mind was the incredible love I felt from these 2. It was a kind of ,for lack of a better word "grandparent love" unconditional. They walked me up to the faery mound I had been sitting behind ,which suddenly had some kind of ...cliche as it is...big,hobbity wooden door in it. The door opened and I peered down and what I saw was a huge ballroom below me,a million golden faery lights...everything had a gold warm hue, the best way I could explain it would be to say it was a giant Faery ball.

I found myself then down amongst them. I seemed to be the same size as them. Everything was golden. There were waiters walking around with platters in their hands and faeries (i mean they were little golden,glowy people ) were taking food and goblets from the trays and drinking. I am ,of course BLOWN AWAY. There are lots of golden beings ,dancing to music from the middle ages..sort of piroetteing and some flying,there were musicians..I mean the WHOLE enchilada. I was mesmerized. A waiter (for lack of a better description) came by with a large golden platter and I heard inside my head in a VERY clear and loud voice. DO NOT EAT OR DRINK OF THIS.

I was very much caught up in the Spirit of the place but when I heard those words I stopped dead in my tracks,and the next thing I know I am back in my body on the bench. I didn't see the 2 old faced little gnome couple after they opened the hobbit door for me. So, now my mind is BLOWN. I am sitting there,on the bench,it's now getting dark and I am elated. I stumble back to the little bedsit I rented

.As I take off my coat (it was right before Halloween and chilly) and I am thinking about what had just happened, I feel something like wings the size of an open hand flutter out of the top of my jacket across my cheek. I was still so gobsmacked about the Faery Ball I had been to i didn't take much notice until I felt that wing across my cheek. I remember thinking "My God, the moths in this country are HUGE" I put together the size that moth must have been with a wingspan that big and immediately dropped to my knees looking for it because it had to have been the size of a small pidgin. I looked thru my clothes,under my bed,in my underwear,in my luggage,EVERYWHERE. Never found it.hmmmmmm A very curious day I had. ;0)

I love reading this account and coming back to it again, I am still amazed and in awe. Knowing Jad for several years now, I totally believe she had this experience. I wonder how this changes a person. How would it change what you thought of our world and all the unseen possibilities it holds? The responsibility that we have to preserving our planet has a lot more weight than we ever thought. I wonder if in passing we end up in the same heaven.

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Debi said:

THIS EXPERIENCE IS FROM @jadamz. SHE'S SPOKEN BRIEFLY OF IT BEFORE, BUT HERE IS THE FULL STORY FOR YOU.

You wanted to hear one of my stories about the Fae...One little story..About 20 years ago,.I was in the Hebrides, the isle of Iona on the far west coast of Scotland and I had an encounter. I had never thought much one way or the other about faeries but a couple days before I left for my trip, it was all I could think about. I decided I was going to really try to make a connection with them on my trip.

I always travel solo and really go to where I am guided. I traveled thru several islands off the west coast of Scotland and I was going to every faery hill I could find, leaving little items like cloth (a lovely piece of Harris Tweed), food,flowers and the like. I knew my trip was coming to an end soon and I had pretty much given up on the idea of contacting them.

The day before I left for the U.S, I was sitting on a little bench behind a faery hill on the tiny little Isle of Iona and looking out over the little beach to the sea. Out of NOWHERE it started pissing down rain. With determination, I sat there on that bench,rain and all, and refused to leave. I sat there for another 5 or 10 minutes getting soaked. Then the rain lightened up a bit and I was watching the seagulls walking on the beach and the strangest thought came to me. "What if those birds AREN'T birds?" Well,boom next thing I know I feel myself being yanked/pulled backwards (now my body is still on the bench) but the rest of me was moving backwards with quite a bit of velocity and I found myself about 50 yards back down the path I had walked down to the bench.

I saw what I can only describe as 2 apple doll faced beings-verrry old and wrinkly-no botox for sure ! -man and wife about a foot or so tall dressed in well...kinda gnome clothing...country folk.... dark browns and greens. What blew my mind was the incredible love I felt from these 2. It was a kind of ,for lack of a better word "grandparent love" unconditional. They walked me up to the faery mound I had been sitting behind ,which suddenly had some kind of ...cliche as it is...big,hobbity wooden door in it. The door opened and I peered down and what I saw was a huge ballroom below me,a million golden faery lights...everything had a gold warm hue, the best way I could explain it would be to say it was a giant Faery ball.

I found myself then down amongst them. I seemed to be the same size as them. Everything was golden. There were waiters walking around with platters in their hands and faeries (i mean they were little golden,glowy people ) were taking food and goblets from the trays and drinking. I am ,of course BLOWN AWAY. There are lots of golden beings ,dancing to music from the middle ages..sort of piroetteing and some flying,there were musicians..I mean the WHOLE enchilada. I was mesmerized. A waiter (for lack of a better description) came by with a large golden platter and I heard inside my head in a VERY clear and loud voice. DO NOT EAT OR DRINK OF THIS.

I was very much caught up in the Spirit of the place but when I heard those words I stopped dead in my tracks,and the next thing I know I am back in my body on the bench. I didn't see the 2 old faced little gnome couple after they opened the hobbit door for me. So, now my mind is BLOWN. I am sitting there,on the bench,it's now getting dark and I am elated. I stumble back to the little bedsit I rented

.As I take off my coat (it was right before Halloween and chilly) and I am thinking about what had just happened, I feel something like wings the size of an open hand flutter out of the top of my jacket across my cheek. I was still so gobsmacked about the Faery Ball I had been to i didn't take much notice until I felt that wing across my cheek. I remember thinking "My God, the moths in this country are HUGE" I put together the size that moth must have been with a wingspan that big and immediately dropped to my knees looking for it because it had to have been the size of a small pidgin. I looked thru my clothes,under my bed,in my underwear,in my luggage,EVERYWHERE. Never found it.hmmmmmm A very curious day I had. ;0)

Friend of mine just returned from a visit to Iona, Scotland, where I had my big Faery encounter I described. MY BENCH IS STILL THERE , 30 years later! The faery mound is behind the bench.

Lynne said:

I love reading this account and coming back to it again, I am still amazed and in awe. Knowing Jad for several years now, I totally believe she had this experience. I wonder how this changes a person. How would it change what you thought of our world and all the unseen possibilities it holds? The responsibility that we have to preserving our planet has a lot more weight than we ever thought. I wonder if in passing we end up in the same heaven.

It taught me that ANYTHING is possible but you must believe it MIGHT be possible in order to experience it. Leaving the door open a crack is where it’s « »at «

https://paranormalforum.net/threads/fae-visits.29059/

SoulStream said:

That is an amazing story! The part with the don't eat or drink any of this was something I've heard about before. Supposedly if you do you run the risk of never being seen or heard from again if memory serves me right. What do you think that voice in your head was that warned you to not drink or eat any of the offerings?

Interesting question . I think the voice was from the elderly old gnome couple that led me to the big wooden door entrance to the mound. It had kinda a Tolkien-ish tone to it. Not my intuition's voice

jadamz said:

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Friend of mine just returned from a visit to Iona, Scotland, where I had my big Faery encounter I described. MY BENCH IS STILL THERE , 30 years later! The faery mound is behind the bench.

I get goosebumps when I see that bench. So awesome it is STILL THERE

jadamz said:

It taught me that ANYTHING is possible but you must believe it MIGHT be possible in order to experience it. Leaving the door open a crack is where it’s « »at «

This is so true, and I want to write this down to save it.

ghostkind said:

wonder why?

Faerie lore says that if you eat or drink faerie food that you get stuck in their land and stay there. Some folklore suggests this is because you need to perform an exchange with the faeries and they take a dim view of thieves. You also never give Faeries your "thanks", as this makes them every angry. They expect exchange, and thanks don't cut it on that side of the veil.

Alchopwn said:

Faerie lore says that if you eat or drink faerie food that you get stuck in their land and stay there. Some folklore suggests this is because you need to perform an exchange with the faeries and they take a dim view of thieves. You also never give Faeries your "thanks", as this makes them every angry. They expect exchange, and thanks don't cut it on that side of the veil.

speaking as someone who has had several Fae encounters over the years, I will respectfully disagree that saying thanks to them will cause anger. In my experience, they are highly sensitive about rudeness and they do get insulted.I think every being likes acknowledgment and gratitude.