Meditation: Visiting a Faery Home
Visualize yourself at the edge of a small, sunny meadow filled with a great variety of blooming flowers. A tiny path wanders across the meadow to three very old oak trees in the meadow's center. You follow the path until you are standing in the shade of the oak trees.
A butterfly flutters before your face, changing into a faery in the blink of an eye. The tiny faery man taps your forehead with his wand three times. You feel yourself shrinking quickly until you are the size of one of the Small Folk All around you the tall flowers and grass stems are like large shrubs. A grasshopper, the size of a Labrador retriever, bounces across your path, and then quickly hops away.
"You are here at last," the faery man says as he flies down to stand beside you. "My family is waiting to meet you. And the wife will be upset if we are late for dinner.�?/FONT>
With a smile and a motion of his hand, the faery leads you down a path through the grass and flowers until you reach the roots of the oldest and biggest oak of all. There, settled against one the huge arched roots, is a two-story faery house. The sides are covered with the wooden petals from pinecones; the roof is fashioned of strips of bark covered with moss. A small lawn of low, bright green moss grows before the front door.
"Tulip, we're here," the faery man calls as he opens the door and motions for you to come inside. "My name is Acorn,�?he tells you. "My family and I care for this area around the three ancient oaks. Of course, there are others helping."
Acorn leads the way to the dining room where his wife, Tulip, sits, smiling, at the table. You notice that the interior of the house is as roughly finished as the outside. The few pieces of furniture are partially hollowed out old pinecones for chairs, dry oak twigs for the table, and woven grass stems for rugs.
"Have a cup of wildflower tea." Tulip hands you a cup made from an acorn cap. "And do try the seed cakes. They are quite good.�?
You sit on the pinecone chair, sipping the flavorful tea and talkiing with the Small Folk. "You don't really live in this house all the time, do you?�?nbsp; you ask.
Acorn smiles and shakes his head. “All the faeries of this area built it so you would feel comfortable when visiting us. We live out in the fields or up in the oak trees until winter. Then we sleep in warm, cozy tunnels, deep under the tree roots."
Tulip adds, "But all faeries appreciate it when humans make us welcome within their homes for the cold seasons. Some even build special little homes for us to use."
Acorn and Tulip lead you back outside into the dappled sunlight that comes through the leaves of the massive oaks.
“Look about you," Acorn says. "There are faeries everywhere, going about their work and playing among the grasses and flowers."
You look around, but all you see are quick, darting movements that never stay still long enough for you to identify. You keep turning, trying to bring the faeries into focus.
“Oh, no, no," Tulip laughs as she grabs your arm. "Stand still and squint your eyes. If that doesn't work, curl one hand into a tunnel, open at both ends. Then look through the tunnel."
You try both ways until you choose the one that works best for you. You are amazed to see faeries all around you. Some are flying from wildflower to wildflower, singing their flower songs to tell the plants they are loved. Smaller faeries are playing hide-and-seek among stems of the tall grass. Others are winding cobweb silk, like yarn, onto little wooden frames.
"That is for making clothing," Tulip explains. You suddenly realize that you don’t need to squint or use your hand anymore to see the faeries, and she smiles. "Once your mind is attuned to Faery Land and faeries, you can see us as easily as you can see yourself in a mirror."
You climb up onto a tree root where you can see better. You see faeries flying around the oak trees, near every plant in the area. In the center of the small. meadow, a swarm of faeries hovers over some red and yellow flowers.
Those are why I am here," Tulip calls up to you.
You climb back down the root to walk with her and hear her story as she leads the way toward the bright flowers.
"Long ago, humans built a home here, but it grew old and fell apart in time. The farmer tore down the old house and built another home far away. However, he made his wife leave behind some of her tulips and daffodils. As custodian of the tulips, I stayed behind with them.�?/FONT>
You tilt back your head to see the tall flowers around scent fills the air, and faery wings send it floating off on a tiny breeze. More and more faeries gather around you until you are encircled by the Small Folk. They begin to dance in a clockwise circle around you, faster and faster, laughing as they dance until the circle is only a blur.
You feel yourself swiftly moving down a twisting tunnel of pink light. "Goodbye," shouts Acorn. You realize that the faeries tricked you, as they have tricked many a human.
When you stop moving, you find yourself inside your physical body once more. You open your eyes to find
yourself completely back in the physical world.
-The Ancient Art of Faery Magick: DJ Conway-
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