“White Smoke” – The Gift from the Little People of myth and legends that powerfully transforms lives and aids in the Awakening that’s going on these days
The Cherokee Little People until now have been some obscure superstition or belief held by Native Americans. However I’m here to proclaim that there are in fact beings known only in stories and myth that always have been and currently reside here in these mountains. This blog is a result of two years of interactions with these beings and others of similar composition. In this line of work I’ve learned a few things and from the get go, here’s the redefining of some words and terms used in describing this sort of phenomenon. Firstly, Spirit = Energy. Occult = to hide. Spiritual = Energetic. Quoting Tesla, if you want to better understand the Universe think of all things in terms of Energy, Frequency and Vibrations. Also Revelations or the Apocalypse simply means to reveal something previously kept secret or hidden.
Late last year a few days after the Fall Equinox walking along the banks of the creek that winds around my house situated some two hundred something feet above atop the ridge was struck with an eye-opening realization. Slightly in a hurry to beat the setting Sun’s eminent plunge into the underworld casting this little gorge into the “between” or twilight one of the best times to encounter the “Fae” or Fairy Beings of the Appalachian Mountains. I was suddenly struck with an epiphany that hit me hard while walking along side of the creek bank. Reflecting on the memorable encounter that had burned an impression into my mind’s landscape that I’ll never forget. Just yesterday evening I’d been accosted by a mixed gathering of the Cherokee Little People, Nunnehei, Forest Giants and special appearance of what I can only describe as the Genius Loci “The Spirit of Place” who had materialized from a large cluster of misty vapors or thick mass of fog that had appeared from nowhere and glided upstream and rose up the bank near where I stood within seconds upon my request to meet this land’s guardian spirit. I would later learn and psoitively identify this powerful and massive land spirit known as the Genius Loci. The encounter occurred while packing up tools and camping supplies of a work camp I stayed in most of the summer last year I used while working on the land and building an Earth Lodge / Cherokee Pitt House that’s overlooking the creek.
Walking along the water’s edge reflecting on the previous night’s extraordinary encounter that came without warning, summoning or conjuring. It happened in the twilight, early and a bit too light outside for these guys as they usually show up later at darkest hour on usually darkest nights in the wee hours. Something was up I could feel it in my bones, and while sorting through possibilities of meanings or interpretations. It was here that the Ah-Ha moment came that while I hadn’t asked or waited on it and the connecting of dots could proceed, thus bringing me great appreciation and gratitude in realizing that the white smoke I’d been seeing rising and wafting away from my body first began while meditating at a little cave entrance behind my house. I didn’t see that after bringing offerings to any gnomes residing in such terrain (if in fact they’re even real, which I kept an open mind at the time) the connection to what would later follow and stay with me was the fact that I’d become a Seer. But not aware how it came to be wasn’t the question I was asking. It would be nearly a year and a half later that things would fall into place and I would know how it all came to be to bring me to the point in life where I sit here writing about so many encounters with the paranormal in the forest and my home.
For some reason, I’d missed it, went over my head to connect the dots linking my first offering to “spirits” or “elementals” of the land with a creek flanked on both sides with near vertical cliffs. The land, an ancient rugged stone gorge carved by the creek, wasn’t very hospitable to human use. Other than rock and sand beaches the only flat horizontal patches of land where ones that I’d had cut by grading with heavy machinery. Now I have a nice flat graded site by creek frontage along the western, north and eastern border. The southern border near top of the cliffs that joined my place on the ridge. While pristine, wild and beautiful, the land that I’d recently purchased came with an unwelcome surprise. I noticed reflecting back to these first days after closing, when all hell began to break loose and that I was about to embark on one of the most magickal, yet strange unfamiliar territory deep within my own self. Shortly after becoming the new owner of the property, I began to improve it by clearing and construction of walking paths and camping areas. Unknown to me at the time were rules set firm by different groups of invisible people who were and had been for ages living here. Now I know they likely could be classified as the “Fae” or “Sidhe” type of beings, people like spirits similar in many ways to those of Ireland and Scotland.
Early on about six months after purchase I’d met a friend who channels the Little People of Africa called the Kotomble. Being somewhat inspired to reach out and make some form of contact seemed to be a good idea and at worst would be a small adventure exploring caves and overhangs that were yet unexplored. It was this day, shortly after assuming the asana for meditation just outside the cave entrance while a platter of libations and gifts, an offering to these “imaginary” beings of the land laid neatly beside the opening in the Earth. Rather than I’d known at the time on that day that for the first time in my life I would effortlessly be able to view my own etheric body, my etheric double, the ether of other people and an assortment of multidimensional beings that use the Ether roam the place after sunset. This ability left with me that day would impact my life in profound ways sending me off on a path that I could never have dreamed of or considered earlier in my adult life.
I’ll have to admit it’s a unique phenomenon to be able to view with the naked eye, the body’s etheric vapor-like emanations that I’d never heard of nor experienced before. I’d heard of ether before but not really understood it’s meaning and up close – personal like I do now as it wasn’t taught in high school or college. Rather than I knew that it’s been here since my birth, a relationship unbeknownst to me all my life, for it is otherwise hidden in plain sight but our eyes don’t pick it up. Another thing is this, it’s known as the “Spirit” in our bodies or that which the soul rides out of the dying body on. Now I see why ghosts were depicted as white sheet floating cloud like things. Now even the pentagram makes much more sense as it’s historically known to represent the five elements essential to all life on Earth. The first element or point on the pentagram is Earth, secondly is Water, third is Air, the fourth element is Fire and the fifth element, drum role please… Spirit (or Ether). You’d be lucky to find this mentioned in any occult books or resources. Rudolf Steiner had a firm working knowledge of such phenomenon but his works aren’t well publicized nor receive the credit they deserve. The ability and natural techniques that had suddenly manifested into my life; the ability to see the etheric bodies of myself and others, auras and second sight.
blivious of its true nature, origins, and intent. Almost two years had passed since I first noticed what I used to call White Smoke for lack of any source material or information about it. I emailed friends who were spiritual teachers and healers and my questions fell unanswered in silence, no one knew. I’d nearly given up on finding any information, then around the first of Summer 2019, I had finally after roughly a year and a half of searching the internet for answers the day came when the search terms I’d tried actually retrieved for me what I’d been looking for, the identification of this phenomena of seeing “white smoke”. Quite honestly it felt as if the search engines were censoring access to this field of knowledge.
Now I’m aware and know what this phenomenon is called and how and where to go in my research to learn more. This “white smoke” is called the Etheric Body and permeates all living things. Much information is out there on the “Ethernet” but one has to be specific as the search engine algorithms don’t link it to input such as vapors from my body, mist, smoke, etc. obvious terms which should’ve retrieved more hits than I’d been getting using Google and other search engines.
It all started the day I went to a friend’s home to attend a gathering to listen to a Shaman-ness channel the Kontomble Little People and answer our questions. As a left-brain dominated electrical engineer it was a tall order to sit through the sessions but I held space in open mindedness, in presence without judging what was happening. Albeit it was a bit much to swallow much less digest as I’d always supposed any elemental or beings were the brains way of “mapping” certain earth energy signatures into some archetypal form to make it easier to grasp and deal with.
Rewinding to the day I’d left the offering by the cave opening where all this wild psychic ability began to appear in my life, on a warm sunny January afternoon I began contemplating hiking down to explore some of the rock outcroppings and caves that dot the sheer rocky cliffs that comprise the rocky gorge that is my back yard. While planning what I would bring and do when I got there, the thought flashed in my head to contact my friend who is well known globally as Kontomble Medicine. I reached out and asked her to jog my memory what would be best offering to introduce myself to the “gnomes and dwarves” as your new “caretaker”. I’ve studied high magick and been initiated in two heavy hitters in the Mystery School arena. Although I’d become quite proficient with Magick I really didn’t know what to think of the four elements, Earth, Water, Air and Fire and the “Elementals” that ruled or presided over each. To me they were avatar like archetypal beings that our minds use to translate earth energies or phenomenon into something understandable by the human brain. I didn’t take it too seriously that there were actually real Little People living in the underground caves in the forest around my place. In a way I thought it was definitely a possibility but statistically low odds of likelihood of probability. Yet, I kept an open mind, my fingers crossed and suspension of judgement and just went ahead and prepared a neighborly care basket for the “Neighbors” that I hadn’t met or introduced myself to yet having lived here already three years. A little late is better than never I thought so gathered my things and their offerings packed up and hiked down to the site I would present the offerings I’d prepared and introduce myself.
“My name is Seven, your land’s new human caretaker” “Under my watch as the temporary steward of this land, I’ll do my best to promise you things will be kept as they are, no major building projects, selling off trees, blasting rocks, clearing land, etc. I keep in mind that no one really owns land we merely own the right to live and do what we please on our private property. That at the end of the year we all pay our county taxes or face being removed from “our” land. With clear intent and an open heart I suspended my left brain logic and doubter critic long enough to delivery a little heartfelt speech. After pouring my heart out to them as honest, clean and clear as I could, it was time to leave the offerings at the mouth of a small cave with large overhanging rock that kept most of the weather from the entrance area.
Carefully I laid out their gifts I’d prepared in a nice spread and still didn’t know how all of this worked but kept my doubting Thomas side quite long enough to suspend this aspect of mind to just enjoy and be present in the experience. It worked. I respectfully bowed and walked backwards a bit to a nice flat area and sat in a half lotus asana and began to meditate with no contemplations or thought. Just clear mind void of the usual monkey business. After about fifteen minutes or so, through closed eyelids, between a setting sun over the ridge opposite of where I was sitting , I began to notice something producing a shadow like as subtly blocking the sun passing through my eyelid striking my retina in a dazzling red and orange colored display. Just to be sure I peeked with one eye, everything’s okay, no dwarves are coming out to fetch their offerings. Well it happened a few more times and peeking through one slit observed a vapor like cloud wafting by my face and body. This now had my full attention as being versed in ceremonial magick and working with earth elementals is that a smokey mist or foggy vapors are known to appear in a triangle outside of the Magician’s protective circle followed by full translucent holographic to solid physical manifestation upon being summoned or invoked. I’d never done this only read about it but it had my curiosity and some excitement that something was about to happen. After a time or two more I opened my eyes and observed what appeared to be fine vapor or gentle winds wafting by originating from what appeared to be, my guess the mouth of the cave. Then leftbrain kicked in with it’s well rounded common sence that moist warmer air from within the earth was rising up and out into this outside environment thus condensing it into a fog or vapor cloud. Oh well, my entusiasm shrank at the news delivered by the nerdy brainy logical aspect of my then thinking mind. Yes, that had to be it! I thought as I resumed meditation and closed my eyes. Back to normal reality I thought before breathing them away. But in a flash, like a lightening bolt both of my eyes opened wide as I realized I was dealt junk science from the inner leftie critic. It was in the mid sixties on that day in January an unseasonably mild warm day for that time of the year. Now right brain chidded left brain on the blunder and resumed final minutes of the meditation. I began to pack up my things and recall dreading the almost vertical ascent to my home at top of the ridge.
As I made my way on the little foot path barely wide enough for a goat, I noticed a tunnel that coming down here that I’ve never seen before. Shining my flashlight into the dark hole i was taken back by the golden bling that nearly blinded me in dazzling 24 karat prisms and thoughts that flooded my mind that this is real, they are here and (maybe) have offered me this tunnel of gold as a kind gesture. But my gut instincts even barely knowing nothing about these beings thought it could be a trick of some sort. So I let it be and proceed to make my way home. The days that followed were injected with a sort of tingling excitement at the prospects of that day’s events. It validated that likely these little folk were real and living here but that they had actually given me a gift. The days passed with my contemplating going back down there with shovel and a bad to get some samples to verify. Yes, my intuition was letting me know maybe I shouldn’t that it could be a sort of test or trap. Blinded by curiosity I packed up the tools and headed back down to the cave area specifically to the tunnel that I’d seen on my way out a few days earlier. Reaching the spot, I made no delay in getting ready to dig out what appeared to be veins of gold adorning the almost circular tunnel that looked rather well used and worn by some animal or dare I say the Little Folk. Carefully I plunged my shovel down t
he shaft scraping the dirt/rock walls that collapsed burying my first sample under a lot of dirt and rock. A few more attempts blinded me to the fact that I’d really messed up their tunnel and sort of slight panic I began just shoveling out what I could and take it home and pan it. Eureka I got a golden rock nugget from the dirt and in my haste tossed it up to the little flat ledge I’d walked on leaving the cave above. Gently lobbed it up there could see where it landed and heard the thud. After bagging the dirt climbed up to view my “prize” which had disappeared. I stayed and looked until it began getting dark and temperature was dropping in contrast to days earlier to frigid cold. As it grew darker I decided to leave it and come back with flash light or day time to find it. Ascending the trail that leads back to my house a few meters from the cave notice my nose was running. Thinking it was nasal drip from falling temperatures and stronger winds used back of hand to control it as I had no tissue or had this issue before here.
I almost fainted when I noticed my hand, now twilight had set in and my hand looked a dark red, it was blood! My nose is bleeding and this ain’t no nasal drip. I can’t recall the last time I had a nose bleed, decades and decades ago maybe. I felt dizzy and faint, jarred by the site of blood felt weak and sat down to pull myself together. I had a long hike back uphill with forty pounds of dirt and a shovel in the dark. Made it back home a bit deflated and feeling like I’d been pranked in a not too nice way. I began to notice that evening shortly after returning home that something didn’t feel right.
Something was off and couldn’t pin point it at first. My home didn’t look like it used to. It was as if I was here looking at my house from someone else’s eyes. Nothing looked familiar as if I were looking at for the first time from another’s perception. It seemed weird and alien-like. I myself in fact didn’t feel like me, like I’d lost the perception of myself or didn’t identify or recognize myself or surroundings in some degree. Nothing seemed familiar anymore, myself, home, truck, land, food everything had been tainted and it wasn’t pleasant. Days passed as I awoke to viewing myself and surroundings with a new set of eyes. About a week passed and still not quite myself began to grow concerned that it hadn’t cleared up and began searching internet for some information on what this affliction was and how to recover from it. Persistently I stayed on the computer until I found what I’d been looking for. Depersonalization disorder (DPD), also known as depersonalization/derealization disorder (DPDR). Bulls Eye I thought, this was clearly th condition I found myself in for a week now with now end in sight. Morning after morning I’d awaken with same sense of unfamiliar surroundings. I read up on as much as I could on the subject as well as began research into afflictions caused by Elves or Faeries. This is were things began to get interesting. Found something called Elf Shot and Faery Struck and from the Appalachian Mountains where I live articles surfaced about the Cherokee Little People and how those unfortunate to cross paths with them were left dazed and confused for days afterwards.
And so as days passed my normal perception began to return the sense of familiarity back to me although not 100% It excited me that I’d had this wild experience, another notch of my belt for weird magical situations and circumstances that plagued my life since I could remember longer before entering schools of magick. Growing up in a family of a well known psychic, folk healer, white witch, my great grandmother Ma Crofton, who had already passed away three years before my birth, seemed to have a reach beyond the grave and alive in the minds and memories of the folks living in Richmond and surrounding counties in North Carolina. In a lot of ways her mystery had touched me up close and personal. As a child I recall how larger than life she seemed and the impact she’d left on this small rural town’s people. Looking back there is no doubt she had a hand somehow in my life and seemed to be trying to prepare me for something, all the while introducing me to my own innate gifts little by little when I was ready to receive them. Without a doubt her powerful presence in my life has guided me to the path in life that I now walk, the road less traveled, a lonely stretch of footpath through the dark forest that straddles the border of ordinary and extraordinary, the mundane and sacred, the profane and magickal. The path that winds along side of the Veil which is thinning by the day it seems these days. That path in life that I would travel navigated me here to the land where I call home, that which I share with the Good Neighbors, The Fae. Once I landed here and became cognizant of the otherworldly inhabitants of the place, my life would change in what would become an existence of pure magick and wonder. Forever freed from the fetters and binding of mass programming used to render our source or connection to the magickal life of self empowerment forever severed, null and void, I chose to do what anyone would do in my shoes. After to coming to terms with the reality of what is exactly happening to me, beyond a shadow of a doubt I was dealing with several races of “people” hidden from mankind for at least the past two thousand years. Prior to being lulled into a deep sleep mankind once enjoyed symbiotic and mutually beneficial relationships working with and partnering up with these incredible magickal beings. Now as our kind has entered collectively into the age of Aquarius, or Horus we have the chance with the Universe on our side to take advantage of currents of collective awakening energies that are beginning to flow and intelligently use them to create a new aeon, a new golden age for human kind being birthed to last a thousand years and beyond. Never to relive the horrors of the last two thousand years of darkness again.