 aApproximately 15 or 20 years ago, I had an amazing experience with fairies.
Up until then, I had absolutely no belief in them whatsoever, as I considered them to be the childish cute fabrications of creative minds. So, one day I was driving back from Byron Bay to Bellingen (Australia). I had been doing some very profound work with a ‘Shaman’ up in Queensland, as I had been extremely suicidally depressed for a number of years. But as I was driving down the East Coast, I was feeling fine… as in, neutral. And no, folks, I hadn’t been imbibing any extra curricular chemicals ;-) When, all of a sudden, my car started to fill with what looked like fairies. You know the ones with little dresses and wings? They were about 6 inches tall and were semi transparent, and I suspected that (if I was rude enough), I could put my hand right through them. And by that way - that’s not a thing - you just don’t dare to put your hand through them. Just saying. Anyhoo, for some weird reason, I asked the fairies if I was a fairy. And they all just pealed into laughter, and nodded their heads vigorously saying “Yes! Yes!” So I kept asking about other people I knew - and the fairies responded with a yes, or no, but with huge amounts of laughter. Basically, I/we laughed for about three hours. I'll never forget, stopping off on the old Pacific Highway, on the turn off to Mylestom. I got out of my car, and took a huge breath… trying to make sense of what I had just experienced. And I felt like I was completely off my face… and of course I was, with a plethora of endorphins! Well, there's no way I couldn't believe in fairies after that. Every now, and again I see them glimmering behind flowers and plants and trees. But that’s it. No more obvious visitations. I've had numbers of supernatural experiences prior to, and after that… But that was the most FUN. ;-)
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24/3/2026 06:59:49 pm
I did about ten years of intensive breathwork, was in a core group for three years and trained under Stanislav Grof for certification over two and a half years. Somewhere around the middle of that period I did a three day workshop that went very deep. I came out of it with some extra-sensory awareness. I dropped by to visit a friend on the way home. She was a fabulous knitter and was wearing a rose, aquamarine and daffodil coloured mohair top she has just completed. It was soft and fluffy and it seemed she had twined the fibers as it was a gentle blending colour combination. As I sat in a meditative state talking with her it was as though the colours of the top had crept up past her head and filled her aura. I had not seen such a bright aura before. I practiced seeing the white energy field around people and trees and occasionally saw colours, but not much. I wondered at the fact that she had knitted the garment in her aura colours, or otherwise her aura was lit up by the colour scheme. We walked out to her steps together and I was telling her about my aura experience and while I was speaking I could feel someone watching me and giggling. I looked over and there was a beaming face looking out of the rough bark of a cotoneaster tree with the red berries, totally cheeky and completely amused at my embarrassment. I mentioned these things to the knitter and she was amused too. I continued home, somewhere between exhausted, enlightened and bewildered and sat down in the empty little house and relaxed. I was not alone. I used to hear footsteps in that old house in the night at times. Sometimes it was as if I sensed movement in the shadows. On this twilight evening I saw there were three entities all watching me as if they knew I had experienced an awakening. It was an old Queenslander workers cottage with a veranda on two sides, up on hardwood stumps. I quickly realised I was sharing the space with spirits some might call ghosts. I sensed two were old men's spirits and one was female and shy. I had a knowing they had died in the house at various times over its 90-odd year history. I told them I was pleased to meet them and that I was sorry I had been too busy up until then to make their acquaintance. I called Divine Love to embrace each one of them and free them from their attachment and take them to their rightful place beyond this world. I called Divine Love to fill the space and clear it of any residues of pain left behind by the former residents of all those years. I gave thanks for the experience, the cleansing of my home space and the homecoming of my unseen housemates. I gave thanks for the experience of living for an afternoon with a wide open third eye and I humbly requested that I be relieved of that much extra-sensory information as I was busy running a large art metal workshop, dealing with clients all over the country and keeping track of a large staff. I was happy to close my eyes that night. My bed was in a loft built by the previous owner up in the high pitched roof. I felt cosy and safe and slept gratefully and smiled to myself for several days without telling anyone about what had transpired after my long weekend of breathwork. Leave a Reply. |
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