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Faerie in the Fireplace

This is a really intriguing, and ongoing, encounter I received from Jennifer in Canada.

There is a lot going on here. A lot of activity and emotion too. I have a few ideas about what might be happening, but take a read yourself and i’ll meet you back at the end of Jennifer’s account. – Kitty.

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About 3 nights ago I had an unusual experience in my home. My dog has been staring and tracking something on some walls in our home that I don’tjennifer-glitter-lights-for-blog.jpg see.

I have seen some bright sparkles here and there on the walls but that was it til 3 nights ago.

At that time, I noticed my dog staring at my fireplace insert, it’s a fake fireplace. Thought that was odd so took a few pictures into the fire box insert and nearly fainted when I looked at those pictures.

There were about 6 or 7 little entities staring back at me. They looked pretty surprised I was looking at them and actually I felt that they were afraid. THEY were afraid, I wasn’t exactly overjoyed. lol.

Anywho, they moved around from photo to photo but I didn’t ever see them moving. If I caught them, they just froze. I got one pic where a big brown head was almost visible like it was materializing in there and in another it was in a different place in the fire box and in a different position.

I am sharing a picture of one of them with you. The photo is quite dark since the fire box is black inside and it wasn’t bright in the room. Not sure they are even visible in bright light. Anyways a friend of mine lightened up the photo so the entity is much more visible than the first shot I took.

Look in the middle of the pink circle I drew and the entity is in the centre. Its grey and seems to be looking down into the fire box. It’s just its head that is seen sticking out what seems to be a black hole in the side of the fire box. It has a big nose like Jim Durante’s nose was, sort of comical in look and you can see its beady little eye too.

Most people think it’s a fairy but I’m not sure, not familiar with all the types of gnomes etc. I don’t get a scary feeling from them but not happy either. I have had several UFO sightings in this area too over the years as has most of my neighbours. Weird area. We are very close to a big river, like across the street. Would love to know what you all think. Thank you.

I will tell you what is going on now with all this. Yesterday I think it was, time is blurring here, I went into my living room to get a couple of things and my back was to the fireplace where my first sighting of the beings took place, a few days before.

My little dog was sitting on the back of the couch near the fireplace. While my back was turned to it. I heard a distinct, pretty loud shuffling sound from the fireplace and right at that moment my dog whipped around and barked at the fireplace.

OH BOY!

Now the little suckers are making sounds. Sigh. I have never heard any auditory sounds from anything like this. I have had visitations from what are think are ETs and ghosts in the past and some not long ago actually but the only time I hear anything from them is when I wake up in the middle of the night and I seem to be in the middle of 2 people talking but the voices are quick.

One said once ‘she’s awake’. The other just happened last month, woke up to the voice of a woman who seemed to be sitting near my bed right around my head who just said loudly ‘WHATTT??” That was it.

I have had entities touch me 3 times since I was a teen and woke up after these events the next morning without any memory of how I got back to bed or what if anything happened in between. I am telling you this because the heads of these beings I am seeing now are mostly alien like but some are silly colors like bright yellow.

Good/bad, helpful, malevolent, I have no idea. I know nothing about gnomes and elementals but looked into that last night. If I knew they were just harmless fairies I could live with that but even those I hear can be nasty depending on the mood. If anyone has ever seen anything like the two pics I have of these beings I would love to know. Right now I don’t even really want to acknowledge them so trying to stay away from the area and maybe bore them into leaving. lol.

I am saying a prayer now given to me by paranormal investigators that basically goes straight to my Source, God, for help. In it I ask God to either release or destroy so that if these beings aren’t harmful but just lost or frightened God will help to release them from this place and maybe they can be saved. I would love that first if possible. So, see what happens.

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This pic of the fireplace folk is grainy but it’s the best I could do. The big blob on the logs started out first time I saw it as a big brown head peeping over the logs, you could see two beady eyes when I first saw it. In this photo it almost looks like it has more of a longer alien type head.

On the back wall of the fireplace behind the big head you can see two what look like almost clown heads as if painted on the wall. This was not on the wall before and it isn’t now. It’s like something was trying to scare me with ‘scary’ faces. lol.

On the left there is a little yellow very Grey Alien type head but its cartoonish. Finally, on the extreme left bottom of the fireplace there is a little grey alien type head and you can just barely make out the eyes.

– Jennifer, Canada

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Well, what did you make of that? It’s a situation I wouldn’t want to find myself in, and no doubt, but 2 things spring to mind.

First, is that the ‘creatures’ are some kind of Brownie: a Household Faerie. The character of Brownies varies wildly from region to region. some attach themselves to a home, others to a family. It’s possible these creatures are attached to the house Jennifer and her dog are living in. I would be interested to know if Jennifer is descended from a Scottish or Irish family as it is said that Brownie’s from those areas attach to the family, not the home, and will follow them wherever they go, including across the oceans.

Did I mention Brownie’s are notoriously easy to offend? It is possible Jennifer, or her dog, have entirely unintentionally, offended the Brownie’s and this is why they are causing such mayhem in her home, and by extension to her life. One of my Podcasts in the month of May takes a close look at Household Faerie and I share several stories of Brownie shenanigans. If Jennifer’s situation is a case of wicked Brownie’s, I hope they soon bore of their antics and settle down again.

Of course, it is possible the house is occupied by malevolent Faerie or spirits, and I understand that Jennifer has taken some action to counter this possibility. It reminds me of a news article I read recently about a ‘haunted’ house in Ireland which caused some debate about how best to deal with it. Take a read and let me know what you think of Jennifer’s predicament. – Cheers, Kitty

Irish Cottage with Violent Faeries

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Faerie Form, Language & Visits

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Being a witch and Wiccan. I did, and still do, have visits from the Fae.

Yes, some can be small. But appear as ball of lights or orbs. No, they not like Tinkerbell.

But they are majestic and beautiful spiritual beings. However they can take animal forms. And mix animal attributes with human.

Those who visit me seem to be from all over the world. And I heard them speak in middle eastern languages as well as European. And yes, some do have an Irish or Scottish accent.

I believe some are djinn and some are Sidhe. One that represents them is a tall woman with long black hair. Her skin can be dark. Or light grayish or blue in color. She helps me in my path of Wicca and witchcraft.

Sorry, might of strayed from the subject. Blessed be.

Richardtwicca

Dream of an Irish Death

Last year, I had a dream and I remember it so well it might as well have been just last night. In fact I will never forget it.

So, I was walking through a creepy cemetery on a path of small, crunchy stones. The path was winding and there were headstones everywhere on either side of me. And they were in no order, just seemingly random.

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It was quite dark when I reached the end of the path, and there stood a shiny new headstone with a fresh pile of earth piled high and covered in flowers.

I looked at the headstone and it read:

‘Patricia Kelly.

Born April 1958 – Died Dec 2018.

Cavan, Ireland.

Gone too soon.’

I suddenly realized a woman was standing next to me. She wore all black, a long flowing heavy gown and a black veil over her face.

I looked at her face and found it was her, my aunt, Pat Kelly. Her face was sallow but she was smiling. I woke with a start and got up to get some water and found my Mother sitting at the kitchen bar crying. She just got word that her sister (my aunt) Patricia Kelly had died in a car accident near her home in Cavan.

I don’t know if this is strictly related to the Good People but once I got past the shock of it, I felt the dream had been a message. Aunt Pat was always a great believer in the Good People.

Jessica – Washington D.C.

An Attempted Abduction?

It was late in the afternoon in a small town in the Cascadian Mountain range in 2010.

I suddenly had a strong whim to go to a park I’ve only passed by once. In that small, safe town, following my whims often lead me to some beautiful places and was a fun way to occupy my time.

This whim was very strong though, I felt like someone was waiting for me. Honestly, I thought it was my professor– and my encounter would help my studies. It was freezing out and a mile and a half walk away.

But– why not! I put on my boots and coat and head out. It was a new moon that night– but I forgot to bring a flashlight. In that rural town– it would be blinding-dark on a night of a new-moon. I cursed this mistake 20 minutes into my walk.

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I get there while the sun was still pretty well up in the sky and I’m drawn to this tree. I don’t understand it, but I go with it. So I wait by the tree– and out from in the top of this tree appears this black cat.

It jumps down and sits in front of me very regally. It meows as if it’s conversing with me and then runs off down a deer path in the park . It comes back up. Sits regally. Meows very demanding-like and…

… runs down the path. This repeats 4 times until I decide “ok I’m following this cat!” and I follow this cat down this path which was unusually nice but obviously not-officially maintained by the town.

The cat and I both hopped stones over the river and up quite a ways— I’m getting quite nervous at this point! It’s going to be very dark soon! Finally- we arrive in this door way that was built into the mountain.

Like a tiny 3-foot stone entry way into the mountain with a lovely wooden door hinged upon it. There was a small sliver of one of the door’s boards missing from the bottom and the cat jumped thru it- jumped out, jumped in, jumped out. It meowed- it wanted me to go inside.

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The sun was setting— the rocks over the river– and now into this dark doorway without a flash light?

Cat, I’m sorry I’ll come back tomorrow” I told the cat- honestly quite scared.

The whole thing is over-worldly and my guts and bones are telling me to not open that door.

I turned my back and the cat meowed and meowed and meowed at me. “I’ll be back first thing in the morning!!” I promised the cat. I used the last few inches of the light in the sky to see my way back to the maintained path that had lights in the park.

I was overwhelmed— I went home and couldn’t relax. I woke up before sunrise unable to rest and as soon as dawn broke I made my way back to the park– down the deer path, over the river– and there I kid you freaking not:

The entire doorway was succumbed to dead thorns.

The door that was previous properly hinged was on the floor by the sheer strength of these dead thorns. The ENTIRE door way was chalked full of these dead thorns, and it grew out out of the door-way and even surpassed the door. Also the door wasn’t all cute and lovely anymore and it looked like it had laid there for a several years.

I cannot explain this logically for the life of me. The strength of a plant to knock a door off it’s hinges wouldn’t have even been able to die in a mere night.

I previously thought I missed out on an Alice in Wonderland kinda experience but now I’m curious if I was almost adult-napped by fairies.

Skuttle Star – U.S.A

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Illustration by Skuttle Star.

The Red Fox

This happened 18 months ago. My husband and I woke early to visit my Mother at the retirement home as she was poorly with flu.

While my husband made tea, I pulled the curtains back in our sunroom which opens out to the garden.

Stood there, just a few yards from the glass door was a red fox, staring at me, with a wee branch from a Rowan Tree in its mouth. The branch had no leaves, but an abundance of red berries.

I stood perfectly still as we stared at each other and quietly called to my husband to come and see for himself, for I knew well enough he would never believe me if he hadn’t seen it himself.

When my husband entered the room, the fox stepped forward and gently lay the Rowan branch upon the grass close to the door. All the while it never took its eye from mine.

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The telephone rang and the red fox turned and scarpered away.

The caller was from the retirement home to tell us my dear Mother had passed away during the night.

I knew immediately, and without a doubt, that the red fox was delivering a message. The Rowan Tree signifies courage, wisdom and protection, and it was a message from my Mother.

Heather – near Aberdeen.

Boudicea and the Wee Folk

I want to share a story that when he told it in 1960, nearly ruined my Granda. I guarantee you’ve never heard a faerie tale like this one.

I never knew my Granda, he died young, but my father says he was regarded as a man of strong, sound mind until he went around town telling ‘that feckin story‘. Then he lost a lot of friends, and never really recovered from that. It’s pretty sad really, but I guess it was a different time.

So, one day in 1960, my Granda was travelling on one of those double buses from Malahide into Dublin when he bumped into an old friend from school. No one remembers his real name, they just called him Dinny.

So Granda’s sitting there on the bus and Dinny gets on and they have a rare old reunion. They hadn’t seen each other years you see, since they were around 14.

Granda was 20 years old in 1960 and so Dinny should have been, but he hadn’t aged a day and Granda said so. Then Dinny spun him a tale. He said he had ‘been away’ for years with ‘the good folk’.

He claimed to have seen some incredible things, and I’m only telling you the story as was told me.

So Dinny told Granda he had lived with the others in their place, eating and drinking and dancing with them but also working hard. He said he worked on their firepits, and that they’re all over Ireland. He travelled with a bunch of them on a wagon, fixing and lighting pits all over for their cooking and nightime revelries.

Well Granda listened to Dinny and took his words and manner for sincere. Repeating that part of Dinny’s story isn’t what got Granda in strife, I guess in the 60’s the idea of travelling around in a wagon with Faerie was considered believable enough. It was what came next that caused the trouble.

Dinny went on to tell Granda that he had, on several occasions, met Boudicea, (yes, the Celtic Warrior Queen who battled the invading Romans) and that she had been living among the good folk since her defeat in England in the year 60AD.

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Dinny told Granda that she had only recently crossed the waters to the other side. Which we suppose to mean, died. Granda was enthralled, hanging off Dinny’s every word.

Dinny told him Boudicea was ‘not the kind of woman you meet every day’, but a lovely lady nevertheless.

Granda believed every word and wanted to hear more but Dinny cut him off and said he shouldn’t say anymore for fear of strife from the good folk. He said he had gotten in a ‘dot of bother with them you see’, and had to come away for a while, to mix among his own folk while things cool off.

And that was it. They arrived in Dublin and parted ways. Granda never saw Dinny again but believed his story with his whole heart. He told everyone he could about it and even wrote a piece about it for a local paper, which they did not print.

Everyone thought Granda had lost his mind. Not for believing Dinny, but for talking about it so openly. Things were hard for him after that and he died only 5 years later.

Maura – Dublin.

The German struck by Strey

Well now it must have been around 1991 or 1992. I remember you see as Mary Robinson was still new as President and the German had taken a shine to her.

This German man, don’t ask me his name for I have no chance of remembering that, it’s all I can do to remember my dinner these days, anyway this German fella came over to Cork for to recover from some thing or another. It was some sort of upset anyway he was trying to recuperate from. Why he chose Cork I do not know, but he did.little-cottage-free images (2)

So he rented the wee cottage down the way from my farm, someways outside of Bantry town. I saw him from most days taking walks and we would pass the time, you know how it is. He was friendly enough. Not interested in taking in the tourist sites or anything like that, and he wasn’t a drinking man, not least in town but who knows what people do behind closed doors and it’s not for me to say.

He must have been here, in the valley just a few weeks. I’d see him walking 2 or 3 times a day, from the fields or my kitchen window you see.

Then this one day I see him rushing toward my house like a mad thing and it must have been around dusk then. Something had hold of him and no doubt. His clothes were sopping and grabbed at me talking gibberish and wouldn’t let go of my arms.

So I sat him down and got him speaking English and he said he had been out since morning walking. Walking and walking, he said he couldn’t stop and couldn’t find his way back.

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He was just walking around the same woodland path, through the creek, around a set of trees on that side of the creek, then he’d find himself back at the creek, walk through it to get to the other side, then around the same woodland path and back to the creek.

He was lost he said and every time he thought he figured the way out, he found himself back at the creek. And something telling him his house was on the other side of the creek so he crossed it and so it went over and again.

He was in a feckin torment. Had been going on for hours and hours so he said.

Well I gave it some thought and asked him, “Did you go near the old stones at all?” and he answered yes, he did.

And I told him I said “you don’t want to be going near those old stones. You’re after upsetting the Good Folk there”. Well o’course he had no idea of the Good Folk so I explained to him all I thought he need knowing, it wasn’t much but enough. “They’ve only put the Strey on you” I said, “They play tricks with your mind, get you lost and keep you lost. You can count yourself lucky they didn’t drown you in that creek”.

Well his face fell deathly pale and he made me walk with him, back to his wee house. He packed his bags and left. Right then. I walked with him to the road to Bantry and stood waiting with him until a car pulled up and gave him a ride.

Never saw that German again, poor fella got such a fright. But it’s true you know, what I said, he was lucky to get away with only a dose of the Strey. It could have been worse, much worse.

Barry – County Cork