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Another wonderful story from my collection. Lots of love, light and hugs.  & , Uma
At the age of five, back in 1949, I was very ill with a fever and was ‘taken�?by the faerys into a beautiful country. A troop of shining folk came to meet me across the green, shining hills. They surrounded me, took me to a tented pavilion, and made me rest. After what seemed a long time, I chose to return to the material world, because I knew I had work to do. One of the shining men promised he would always be with me and that I could return to the Shining Country whenever I wished. I had no religious training then, nor did I know about faerys, so I had no vocabulary to describe the experience. For many years I called them simply the Shining Folk; and the place they lived, the Shining Country. My journeys into the Shining Realms continued for many years. I did not think this was unusual and was surprised to find out that no one else seemed to know anything about this place that was so real to me. When I was about eleven I read a book about Native Americans and found out what I did was called “shamanism�? The Indian guides I contacted Inworld told me I had to find a guide from my own tribe. I had no idea what that meant. Still, I continued to journey and to listen to something I called, ‘my little voice�? This little voice guided me through my whole life. When I was about fifty, I was in the Dragonfly, (Ed. A metaphysical store) in Harrison Hot Springs, British Columbia, and saw a book titled, Taliesin: Shamanism and the Bardic Mysteries in Britain and Ireland, by John Matthews. By this time I had studied history for years, specializing in the history of Britain and Ireland. When I read that title a bolt of lightning went through me. Every hair on my body stood on end, literally. My outer academic life and my inner spiritual life came together in that instant. I understood the Indian guide’s advice. I had found my own tribe, my own ancestral path into the Shining Realms. Within in days, I was face-to-face Inworld with my ancestor guide, Grandfather Merlin �?not the Merlin of Camelot �?and not at all surprised to find that he had been ‘my little voice�?all along. He was, in fact, the shining man who had been so kind to me when I was first taken as a child. |
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