Epoch Times ~ 6 Credible Elf Incidents?


Love it! Things that make you go “hmmmmm”. Whether you believe in the Faery Realm and “Little People” or not, you’ll likely find this interesting. I, for one, believe and am giggling at the veils lowering more each day. Thanks Faery sis, Laura, for the fun share.

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Today’s post goes right along with a fascinating book I’ve been reading for the past month: “The Fairy-Faith in Celtic Countries” by W.Y. Evans-Wentz. This 1910 dissertation involves copious interviews of “old timers” living in the outskirts of Celtic countries in the early 20th century, before electricity and “civilization” wiped out most of the remaining practitioners of Fairy-Faith. As an academic endeavor, it’s quite dense and slow reading; however, Wentz’s painstaking efforts to find credible witnesses, authentic texts, and anthropological indicators definitely bring this typically “woo-woo” topic to levels of scholarly debate not normally afforded the Faery Realm. He interviews psychics, politicians, ordinary folks — many in their 80’s and 90’s even at the turn of the 20th century.

Wentz gives some brief overviews of similar beliefs, myths and legends in other cultures, but he primarily focuses on the Celtic regions. Today’s post explores my recurring topic of elves in…

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Posted on January 11, 2014, in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. This is not as strange as it sounds…my relatives once owned a lot of land in Montrose, Pa. I use to go to the woods for lunch on a large hill and sat in the forest while my aunt worked as a hair dresser in her home. If it rained there was an old 1940 car I could sit in until it let up. I would sprawl in the sunshine on a wonderful bed of moss by a big tree, weather permitting. Often creatures would come when I hummed and sang. I felt very safe and I would see sparkles everywhere besides the deer and usual creatures. It was very sacred and I knew that even as a child…sometimes I would hear somewhat of a whisper and stop to listen…very special memories

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