Surely, some may think, that the belief in the Fae and the sightings of Little People left us when we closed our children's books, right? Well, several years ago before I met my wife, I was living with my grandmother in very rural Thomasville, North Carolina, surrounded by mountains and thick forests, some places completely uninhabited and untouched by humans. I myself would spend much time in this wilderness exploring things. It was around this time in 2007 and 2008 that I came into contact with an Irish author by the name of Herbie Brennan, who is a well known author on Faery books. He made a quite popular youtube video detailing his three encounters with the Little People that convinced him that Faeries are real. Herbie was even good enough to come on my Pagan radio show a couple of years later to tell me about even more experiences, detailing times when skeptic friends of his had their entire worldview shattered upon encountering these creatures in the Irish lands of Europe. But more than that was my own experience in those woods I used to call home in North Carolina.
At the time that this happened, I did not even know it. It actually didn't come back to memory until some years later. When humans cross lines with the Faery Realm, there can be numerous obstructions and breaks in time and space, and things like our memories can be effected, or at least that's the only way I know to explain why I didn't recall it until so much time later, long after my grandmother's house and land had been sold and I moved away.
When I finally remembered the event, all of the surroundings I knew from the area also came with it, so I knew it was a genuine memory. At the entrance of the forest where I would often begin my explorations and fun outings, there was a deer and rabbit trail that began and ran all through the woodlands. Once the memory came back, it never left my mind. I still remember it to this day. Along this animal road, or perhaps made by other beings entirely, I came upon what I could only describe as Trooping Faeries, an entire mass of them, wearing blue, and carrying one Fae above them in a chair or throne of some kind. I presumed this was their king or leader of some sort. I cannot be sure exactly what kind of creatures they were, but from their appearance that I remember, the best way I would describe them is of the Gnome class, because they had no wings and wore pointy hats.
I lowered my head down to look upon them, and I want to say that there were some words exchanged between us, but if there were, they are still eluding my mind. Our two worlds abruptly intersected, resulting in a jam, a brief shimmer or flash of some sort. There was hardly any time for anything to take place. Then, as quickly as it had started, it ended, and I never saw them again.
In the Goodness of the Gods,