Faery Forest in the Night

Faery Forest in the Night

I gaze towards the earth where I walk and I see within the grasses white tiny daisies like stars in the sky ~ and so the faeries show me the daisies really are the stars! Worlds within worlds when we see with our second sight, between the veils of what magic truly is.

The Faery who lives in the swishy poplar trees way up high says, “Hello” to me. Her dress is made of yellow light with an orange flower in her hair ~ she tells me to never forget the faeries are here to help us weave the stories of our lives. Let us begin with a night like tonight where twilight is and stars shine. The mystery of how the night life is for the faeries ~ come and see, says she, and off I go. Down the path that weaves left to right, I am in a slight trance by the crickets who sing.

They know just what to do to tempt me to walk deeper into the faery forest. I feel a shifting in the air itself, a crisp evergreen smell from the trees as the mists lay upon the branches. The needles twinkle with the moonlight reflections. I see the moon betwixt the clouds only when she wishes to show her crescent fingers that point me the way. I feel warmer as I walk and hear voices whisper. They do not frighten me as I have my special talisman around my neck to chase the bad spirits away. It is made of purple, green, and grey ~ labradorite. It shines in the moon. It is a favorite of the faeries. The labradorite is translucent with many layers inside like the many worlds of the fey.

I remember now why I have come: to meet the Faery Queen. She knows I am coming because I told her in a dream, this is how the faeries are, they speak from many places but, the humans need the second sight to see and the magic to hear them dance. So not knowing really where I go, I trust my senses and my heart for my mission is true. I have come to change the contracts of this life. There are many lives and this one has reached the time to recreate new contracts with my soul. For this I need to see the Faery Queen.

I am told by a bright sylph to blink my eyes three times and then open slowly and I do. There is a small cavern beneath the great oak tree before me. I duck and enter this place where the smell is of earthen mushrooms and dampness. There are little gnomes pushing chairs here and there to make room for me. They are not taking kindly to my size. I try and apologize. They hush me like a foolish child and one in red trousers waves a small hand to sit on the ground they swept for me. There are many brown bark roots twisting on the ceiling and I am asked not to touch!

There is faery protocol and I am instructed by a small elf who attends the Queen of the Fey. He lets me know I need 3 things to present to Her when She arrives. First, I must give Her an eye lash freshly plucked, this eyelash carries everything I have ever seen in my whole lifetime. Secondly, she will want to know my heart is true. I will need to tell her a secret that has never been heard by anyone. Thirdly the elf tells me, she will need to know your love for Her. She will want you to give Her one of your heart beats. I tell the elf who is very serious now, that I am not sure how to give a heart beat because I have never done this before. This is the riddle he tells me! Only those who can find the beat of their heart to give, may then have entry to speak with the Faery Queen.

Ha! I say to the elf now sitting on my left ear, I know just how to do this! But I won’t say ~ I ask you who reads this story ~ do tell me how you would offer a beat of your heart to the Queen of the Faeries?