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The Elements and Their Inhabitants.

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FOR the most comprehensive and lucid exposition of occult pneumatology (the branch of philosophy dealing with spiritual substances) extant, mankind is indebted to Philippus Aureolus Paracelsus (Theophrastus Bombastus von Hohenheim), prince of alchemists and Hermetic philosophers and true possessor of the Royal Secret (the Philosopher’s Stone and the Elixir of Life).

Paracelsus believed that each of the four primary elements known to the ancients (earth, fire, air, and water) consisted of a subtle, vaporous principle and a gross corporeal substance. Air is, therefore, twofold in nature-tangible atmosphere and an intangible, volatile substratum which may be termed spiritual air. Fire is visible and invisible, discernible and indiscernible–a spiritual, ethereal flame manifesting through a material, substantial flame. Carrying the analogy further, water consists of a dense fluid and a potential essence of a fluidic nature. Earth has likewise two essential parts–the lower being fixed, terreous, immobile; the higher, rarefied, mobile, and virtual. The general term elements has been applied to the lower, or physical, phases of these four primary principles, and the name elemental essences to their corresponding invisible, spiritual constitutions.

Minerals, plants, animals, and men live in a world composed of the gross side of these four elements, and from various combinations of them construct their living organisms. Henry Drummond, in Natural Law in the Spiritual World, describes this process as follows: “If we analyse this material point at which all life starts, we shall find it to consist of a clear structureless, jelly-like substance resembling albumen or white of egg. It is made of Carbon, Hydrogen, Oxygen and Nitrogen. Its name is protoplasm. And it is not only the structural unit with which all living bodies start in life, but with which they are subsequently built up. ‘Protoplasm,’ says Huxley, ‘simple or nucleated, is the formal basis of all life. It is the clay of the Potter.'” The water element of the ancient philosophers has been metamorphosed into the hydrogen of modern science; the air has become oxygen; the fire, nitrogen; the earth, carbon.

Just as visible Nature is populated by an infinite number of living creatures, so, according to Paracelsus, the invisible, spiritual counterpart of visible Nature (composed of the tenuous principles of the visible elements) is inhabited by a host of peculiar beings, to whom he has given the name elementals, and which have later been termed the Nature spirits. Paracelsus divided these people of the elements into four distinct groups, which he called gnomes, undines, sylphs, and salamanders.

He taught that they were really living entities, many resembling human beings in shape, and inhabiting worlds of their own, unknown to man because his undeveloped senses were incapable of functioning beyond the limitations of the grosser elements. The civilizations of Greece, Rome, Egypt, China, and India believed implicitly in satyrs, sprites, and goblins. They peopled the sea with mermaids, the rivers and fountains with nymphs, the air with fairies, the fire with Lares and Penates, and the earth with fauns, dryads, and hamadryads.

These Nature spirits were held in the highest esteem, and propitiatory offerings were made to them. Occasionally, as the result of atmospheric conditions or the peculiar sensitiveness of the devotee, they became visible. Many authors wrote concerning them in terms which signify that they had actually beheld these inhabitants of Nature’s finer realms. A number of authorities are of the opinion that many of the gods worshiped by the pagans were elementals, for some of these invisibles were believed to be of commanding stature and magnificent deportment.

The Greeks gave the name dæmon to some of these elementals, especially those of the higher orders, and worshiped them. Probably the most famous of these dæmons is the mysterious spirit which instructed Socrates, and of whom that great philosopher spoke in the highest terms. Those who have devoted much study to the invisible constitution of man realize that it is quite probable the dæmon of Socrates and the angel of Jakob Böhme were in reality not elementals, but the overshadowing divine natures of these philosophers themselves. In his notes to Apuleius on the God of Socrates, Thomas Taylor says: “As the dæmon of Socrates, therefore, was doubtless one of the highest order, as may be inferred from the intellectual superiority of Socrates to most other men, Apuleius is justified in calling this dæmon a God. And that the dæmon of Socrates indeed was divine, is evident from the testimony of Socrates himself in the First Alcibiades: for in the course of that dialogue he clearly says, ‘I have long been of the opinion that the God did not as yet direct me to hold any conversation with you.’ And in the Apology he most unequivocally evinces that this dæmon is allotted a divine transcendency, considered as ranking in the order of dæmons.”

The idea once held, that the invisible elements surrounding and interpenetrating the earth were peopled with living, intelligent beings, may seem ridiculous to the prosaic mind of today. This doctrine, however, has found favor with some of the greatest intellects of the world. The sylphs of Facius Cardin, the philosopher of Milan; the salamander seen by Benvenuto Cellini; the pan of St. Anthony; and le petit homme rouge (the little red man, or gnome) of Napoleon Bonaparte, have found their places in the pages of history. Literature has also perpetuated the concept of Nature spirits. The mischievous Puck of Shakespeare’s Midsummer Night’s Dream; the elementals of Alexander Pope’s Rosicrucian poem, The Rape of the Lock, the mysterious creatures of Lord Lytton’s Zanoni; James Barrie’s immortal Tinker Bell; and the famous bowlers that Rip Van Winkle encountered in the Catskill Mountains, are well-known characters to students of literature. The folklore and mythology of all peoples abound in legends concerning these mysterious little figures who haunt old castles, guard treasures in the depths of the earth, and build their homes under the spreading protection of toadstools. Fairies are the delight of childhood, and most children give them up with reluctance. Not so very long ago the greatest minds of the world believed in the existence of fairies, and it is still an open question as to whether Plato, Socrates, and Iamblichus were wrong when they avowed their reality.

Paracelsus, when describing the substances which constitute the bodies of the elementals, divided flesh into two kinds, the first being that which we have all inherited through Adam. This is the visible, corporeal flesh. The second was that flesh which had not descended from Adam and, being more attenuated, was not subject to the limitations of the former. The bodies of the elementals were composed of this transubstantial flesh. Paracelsus stated that there is as much difference between the bodies of men and the bodies of the Nature spirits as there is between matter and spirit. “Yet,” he adds, “the Elementals are not spirits, because they have flesh, blood and bones; they live and propagate offspring; they cat and talk, act and sleep, &c., and consequently they cannot be properly called ‘spirits.’ They are beings occupying a place between men and spirits, resembling men and spirits, resembling men and women in their organization and form, and resembling spirits in the rapidity of their locomotion.” (Philosophia Occulta, translated by Franz Hartmann.)

Later the same author calls these creatures composita, inasmuch as the substance out of which they are composed seems to be a composite of spirit and matter. He uses color to explain the idea. Thus, the mixture of blue and red gives purple, a new color, resembling neither of the others yet composed of both. Such is the case with the Nature spirits; they resemble neither spiritual creatures nor material beings, yet are composed of the substance which we may call spiritual matter, or ether. Paracelsus further adds that whereas man is composed of several natures (spirit, soul, mind, and body) combined in one unit, the elemental has but one principle, the ether out of which it is composed and in which it lives. The reader must remember that by ether is meant the spiritual essence of one of the four elements. There areas many ethers as there are elements and as many distinct families of Nature spirits as there are ethers. These families are completely isolated in their own ether and have no intercourse with the denizens of the other ethers; but, as man has within his own nature centers of consciousness sensitive to the impulses of all the four ethers, it is possible for any of the elemental kingdoms to communicate with him under proper conditions. The Nature spirits cannot be destroyed by the grosser elements, such as material fire, earth, air, or water, for they function in a rate of vibration higher than that of earthy substances. Being composed of only one element or principle (the ether in which they function), they have no immortal spirit and at death merely disintegrate back into the element from which they were originally individualized. No individual consciousness is preserved after death, for there is no superior vehicle present to contain it. Being made of but one substance, there is no friction between vehicles: thus there is little wear or tear incurred by their bodily functions, and they therefore live to great age. Those composed of earth ether are the shortest lived; those composed of air ether, the longest. The average length of life is between three hundred and a thousand years. Paracelsus maintained that they live in conditions similar to our earth environments, and are somewhat subject to disease. These creatures are thought to be incapable of spiritual development, but most of them are of a high moral character.

Below an Example taken from my own photo collections of Etheric Beings

A known vortex is a happening location to see these Beings come and go.
Clear for landing!
Landing in the welcoming arms of what appears to be two big beings awaiting the arrival of their friends
Almost spinning out of control the Etheric Being on landing is assisted by what appears to be two large Forest Giants
Zoomed close up of Being shrouded in Etheric Vapors lands showing what appears to be tethers of rope or cables. Strange, shortly after landing she glided my way and we danced in spiraling formations with other who’d gathered from the forest

From Paracelsus’ notes: The Egyptians, Chaldeans, and Persians often mistook the salamanders for gods, because of their radiant splendor and great power. The Greeks, following the example of earlier nations, deified the fire spirits and in their honor kept incense and altar fire, burning perpetually. p. 106

Concerning the elemental ethers in which the Nature spirits exist, Paracelsus wrote: “They live in the four elements: the Nymphæ in the element of water, the Sylphes in that of the air, the Pigmies in the earth, and the Salamanders in fire. They are also called Undinæ, Sylvestres, Gnomi, Vulcani, &c. Each species moves only in the element to which it belongs, and neither of them can go out of its appropriate element, which is to them as the air is to us, or the water to fishes; and none of them can live in the element belonging to another class. To each elemental being the element in which it lives is transparent, invisible and respirable, as the atmosphere is to ourselves.” (Philosophia Occulta, translated by Franz Hartmann.) The reader should be careful not to confuse the Nature spirits with the true life waves evolving through the invisible worlds. While the elementals are composed of only one etheric (or atomic) essence, the angels, archangels, and other superior, transcendental entities have composite organisms, consisting of a spiritual nature and a chain of vehicles to express that nature not unlike those of men, but not including the physical body with its attendant limitations. To the philosophy of Nature spirits is generally attributed an Eastern origin, probably Brahmanic; and Paracelsus secured his knowledge of them from Oriental sages with whom he came in contact during his lifetime of philosophical wanderings. The Egyptians and Greeks gleaned their information from the same source. The four main divisions of Nature spirits must now be considered separately, according to the teachings of Paracelsus and the Abbé de Villars and such scanty writings of other authors as are available.

THE GNOMES The elementals who dwell in that attenuated body of the earth which is called the terreous ether are grouped together under the general heading of gnomes. (The name is probably derived from the Greek genomus, meaning earth dweller. See New English Dictionary.) Just as there are many types of human beings evolving through the objective physical elements of Nature, so there are many types of gnomes evolving through the subjective ethereal body of Nature. These earth spirits work in an element so close in vibratory rate to the material earth that they have immense power over its rocks and flora, and also over the mineral elements in the animal and human kingdoms. Some, like the pygmies, work with the stones, gems, and metals, and are supposed to be the guardians of hidden treasures. They live in caves, far down in what the Scandinavians called the Land of the Nibelungen. In Wagner’s wonderful opera cycle, The Ring of the Nibelungen, Alberich makes himself King of the Pygmies and forces these little creatures to gather for him the treasures concealed beneath the surface of the earth. Besides the pygmies there are other gnomes, who are called tree and forest sprites. To this group belong the sylvestres, satyrs, pans, dryads, hamadryads, durdalis, elves, brownies, and little old men of the woods. Paracelsus states that the gnomes build houses of substances resembling in their constituencies alabaster, marble, and cement, but the true nature of these materials is unknown, having no counterpart in physical nature. Some families of gnomes gather in communities, while others are indigenous to the substances with and in which they work. For example, the hamadryads live and die with the plants or trees of which they are a part. Every shrub and flower is said to have its own Nature spirit, which often uses the physical body of the plant as its habitation. The ancient philosophers, recognizing the principle of intelligence manifesting itself in every department of Nature alike, believed that the quality of natural selection exhibited by creatures not possessing organized mentalities expressed in reality the decisions of the Nature spirits themselves. C. M. Gayley, in The Classic Myths, says: “It was a pleasing trait in the old paganism that it loved to trace in every operation of nature the agency of deity. The imagination of the Greeks peopled the regions of earth and sea with divinities, to whose agency it attributed the phenomena that our philosophy ascribes to the operation of natural law.” Thus, in behalf of the plant it worked with, the elemental accepted and rejected food elements, deposited coloring matter therein, preserved and protected the seed, and performed many other beneficent offices. Each species was served by a different but appropriate type of Nature spirit. Those working with poisonous shrubs, for example, were offensive in their appearance. It is said the Nature spirits of poison hemlock resemble closely tiny human skeletons, thinly covered with a semi-transparent flesh. They live in and through the hemlock, and if it be cut down remain with the broken shoots until both die, but while there is the slightest evidence of life in the shrub it shows the presence of the elemental guardian. Great trees also have their Nature spirits, but these are much larger than the elementals of smaller plants. The labors of the pygmies include the cutting of the crystals in the rocks and the development of veins of ore. When the gnomes are laboring with animals or human beings, their work is confined to the tissues corresponding with their own natures. Hence they work with the bones, which belong to the mineral kingdom, and the ancients believed the reconstruction of broken members to be impossible without the cooperation of the elementals. The gnomes are of various sizes–most of them much smaller than human beings, though some of them have the power of changing their stature at will. This is the result of the extreme mobility of the element in which they function. Concerning them the Abbé de Villars wrote: “The earth is filled well nigh to its center with Gnomes, people of slight stature, who are the guardians of treasures, minerals and precious stones. They are ingenious, friends of man, and easy to govern.” Not all authorities agree concerning the amiable disposition of the gnomes. Many state that they are of a tricky and malicious nature, difficult to manage, and treacherous. Writers agree, however, that when their confidence is won they are faithful and true. The philosophers and initiates of the ancient world were instructed concerning these mysterious little people and were taught how to communicate with them and gain their cooperation in undertakings of importance. The magi were always warned, however, never to betray the trust of the elementals, for if they did, the invisible creatures, working through the subjective nature of man, could cause them endless sorrow and probably ultimate destruction. So long as the mystic served others, the gnomes would serve him, but if he sought to use their aid selfishly to gain temporal power they would turn upon him with unrelenting fury. The same was true if he sought to deceive them. The earth spirits meet at certain times of the year in great conclaves, as Shakespeare suggests in his Midsummer Night’s Dream, where the elementals all gather to rejoice in the beauty and harmony of Nature and the prospects of an excellent harvest. The gnomes are ruled over by a king, whom they greatly love and revere. His name is Gob; hence his subjects are often called goblins. Mediæval mystics gave a corner of creation (one of the cardinal points) to each of the four kingdoms of Nature spirits, and because of their earthy character the gnomes were assigned to the North–the place recognized by the ancients as the source of darkness and death. One of the four main divisions of human disposition was also assigned to the gnomes, and because so many of them dwelt in the darkness of caves and the gloom of forests their temperament was said to be melancholy, gloomy, and despondent. By this it is not meant that they themselves are of such disposition, but rather that they have special control over elements of similar consistency. The gnomes marry and have families, and the female gnomes are called gnomides. Some wear clothing woven of the element in which they live. In other instances their garments are part of themselves and grow with them, like the fur of animals. The gnomes are said to have insatiable appetites, and to spend a great part of the rime eating, but they earn their food by diligent and conscientious Click to enlarge CONVENTIONAL GNOMES. From Gjellerup’s Den Ældre Eddas Gudesange. The type of gnome most frequently seen is the brownie, or elf, a mischievous and grotesque little creature from twelve to eighteen inches high, usually dressed in green or russet brown. Most of them appear as very aged, often with long white beards, and their figures are inclined to rotundity. They can be seen scampering out of holes in the stumps of trees and sometimes they vanish by actually dissolving into the tree itself. p. 107 labor. Most of them are of a miserly temperament, fond of storing things away in secret places. There is abundant evidence of the fact that small children often see the gnomes, inasmuch as their contact with the material side of Nature is not yet complete and they still function more or less consciously in the invisible worlds. According to Paracelsus, “Man lives in the exterior elements and the Elementals live in the interior elements. The latter have dwellings and clothing, manners and customs, languages and governments of their own, in the same sense as the bees have their queens and herds of animals their leaders.” (Philosophia Occulta, translated by Franz Hartmann.) Paracelsus differs somewhat from the Greek mystics concerning the environmental limitations imposed on the Nature spirits. The Swiss philosopher constitutes them of subtle invisible ethers. According to this hypothesis they would be visible only at certain times and only to those en rapport with their ethereal vibrations. The Greeks, on the other hand, apparently believed that many Nature spirits had material constitutions capable of functioning in the physical world. Often the recollection of a dream is so vivid that, upon awakening, a person actually believes that he has passed through a physical experience. The difficulty of accurately judging as to the end of physical sight and the beginning of ethereal vision may account for these differences of opinion. Even this explanation, however, does not satisfactorily account for the satyr which, according to St. Jerome, was captured alive during the reign of Constantine and exhibited to the people. It was of human form with the horns and feet of a goat. After its death it was preserved in salt and taken to the Emperor that he might testify to its reality. (It is within the bounds of probability that this curiosity was what modern science knows as a monstrosity.)

THE UNDINES As the gnomes were limited in their function to the elements of the earth, so the undines (a name given to the family of water elementals) function in the invisible, spiritual essence called humid (or liquid) ether. In its vibratory rate this is close to the element water, and so the undines are able to control, to a great degree, the course and function of this fluid in Nature. Beauty seems to be the keynote of the water spirits. Wherever we find them pictured in art or sculpture, they abound in symmetry and grace. Controlling the water element–which has always been a feminine symbol–it is natural that the water spirits should most often be symbolized as female. There are many groups of undines. Some inhabit waterfalls, where they can be seen in the spray; others are indigenous to swiftly moving rivers; some have their habitat in dripping, oozing fens or marshes; while other groups dwell in clear mountain lakes. According to the philosophers of antiquity, every fountain had its nymph; every ocean wave its oceanid. The water spirits were known under such names as oreades, nereides, limoniades, naiades, water sprites, sea maids, mermaids, and potamides. Often the water nymphs derived their names from the streams, lakes, or seas in which they dwelt. In describing them, the ancients agreed on certain salient features. In general, nearly all the undines closely resembled human beings in appearance and size, though the ones inhabiting small streams and fountains were of correspondingly lesser proportions. It was believed that these water spirits were occasionally capable of assuming the appearance of normal human beings and actually associating with men and women. There are many legends about these spirits and their adoption by the families of fishermen, but in nearly every case the undines heard the call of the waters and returned to the realm of Neptune, the King of the Sea. Practically nothing is known concerning the male undines. The water spirits did not establish homes in the same way that the gnomes did, but lived in coral caves under the ocean or among the reeds growing on the banks of rivers or the shores of lakes. Among the Celts there is a legend to the effect that Ireland was peopled, before the coming of its present inhabitants, by a strange race of semi-divine creatures; with the coming of the modem Celts they retired into the marshes and fens, where they remain even to this day. Diminutive undines lived under lily pads and in little houses of moss sprayed by waterfalls. The undines worked with the vital essences and liquids in plants, animals, and human beings, and were present in everything containing water. When seen, the undines generally resembled the goddesses of Greek statuary. They rose from the water draped in mist and could not exist very long apart from it. There are many families of undines, each with its peculiar limitations, it is impossible to consider them here in detail. Their ruler, Necksa, they love and honor, and serve untiringly. Their temperament is said to be vital, and to them has been given as their throne the western corner of creation. They are rather emotional beings, friendly to human life and fond of serving mankind. They are sometimes pictured riding on dolphins or other great fish and seem to have a special love of flowers and plants, which they serve almost as devotedly and intelligently as the gnomes. Ancient poets have said that the songs of the undines were heard in the West Wind and that their lives were consecrated to the beautifying of the material earth.

THE SALAMANDERS The third group of elementals is the salamanders, or spirits of fire, who live in that attenuated, spiritual ether which is the invisible fire element of Nature. Without them material fire cannot exist; a match cannot be struck nor will flint and steel give off their spark without the assistance of a salamander, who immediately appears (so the mediæval mystics believed), evoked by friction. Man is unable to communicate successfully with the salamanders, owing to the fiery element in which they dwell, for everything is resolved to ashes that comes into their presence. By specially prepared compounds of herbs and perfumes the philosophers of the ancient world manufactured many kinds of incense. When incense was burned, the vapors which arose were especially suitable as a medium for the expression of these elementals, who, by borrowing the ethereal effluvium from the incense smoke, were able to make their presence felt. The salamanders are as varied in their grouping and arrangement as either the undines or the gnomes. There are many families of them, differing in appearance, size, and dignity. Sometimes the salamanders were visible as small balls of light. Paracelsus says: “Salamanders have been seen in the shapes of fiery balls, or tongues of fire, running over the fields or peering in houses.” (Philosophia Occulta, translated by Franz Hartmann.) Mediæval investigators of the Nature spirits were of the opinion that the most common form of salamander was lizard-like in shape, a foot or more in length, and visible as a glowing Urodela, twisting and crawling in the midst of the fire. Another group was described as huge flaming giants in flowing robes, protected with sheets of fiery armor. Certain mediæval authorities, among them the Abbé de Villars, held that Zarathustra (Zoroaster) was the son of Vesta (believed to have been the wife of Noah) and the great salamander Oromasis. Hence, from that time onward, undying fires have been maintained upon the Persian altars in honor of Zarathustra’s flaming father. One most important subdivision of the salamanders was the Acthnici. These creatures appeared only as indistinct globes. They were supposed to float over water at night and occasionally to appear as forks of flame on the masts and rigging of ships (St. Elmo’s fire). The salamanders were the strongest and most powerful of the elementals, and had as their ruler a magnificent flaming spirit called Djin, terrible and awe-inspiring in appearance. The salamanders were dangerous and the sages were warned to keep away from them, as the benefits derived from studying them were often not commensurate with the price paid. As the ancients associated heat with the South, this corner of creation was assigned to the salamanders as their drone, and they exerted special influence over all beings of fiery or tempestuous temperament. In both animals and men, the salamanders work through the emotional nature by means of the body heat, the liver, and the blood stream. Without their assistance there would be no warmth.

THE SYLPHS While the sages said that the fourth class of elementals, or sylphs, lived in the element of air, they meant by this not the natural atmosphere of the earth, but the invisible, intangible, spiritual medium–an ethereal substance similar in composition to our atmosphere, but far more subtle. In the last: discourse of Socrates, as preserved by Plato in his Phædo, the condemned philosopher says: “And upon the earth are animals and men, some in a middle region, others (elementals] dwelling about the air as we dwell about the sea; others in islands which the air flows round, near the continent; and in a word, the air is used by them as the water and the sea are by us, and the ether is to them what the air is to us. More over, the temperament of their seasons is such that they have no disease [Paracelsus disputes this], and live much longer than we do, Click to enlarge A MERMAID. From Lycosthenes’ Prodigiorum ac Ostentorum Chronicon. Probably the most famous of the undines were the mythological mermaids, with which early mariners peopled the Seven Seas. Belief in the existence of these creatures, the upper half of their bodies human in form and the lower half fishlike, may have been inspired by flocks of penguins seen at great distance, or possibly seals. In mediæval descriptions of mermaids, it was also stated that their hair was green like seaweed and that they wore wreaths twisted from the blossoms of subaqueous plants and sea anemones. p. 108 and have sight and bearing and smell, and all the other senses, in far greater perfection, in the same degree that air is purer than water or the ether than air. Also they have temples and sacred places in which the gods really dwell, and they hear their voices and receive their answers, and are conscious of them and hold converse with them, and they see the sun, moon, and stars as they really are, and their other blessedness is of a piece with this.” While the sylphs were believed to live among the clouds and in the surrounding air, their true home was upon the tops of mountains. In his editorial notes to the Occult Sciences of Salverte, Anthony Todd Thomson says: “The Fayes and Fairies are evidently of Scandinavian origin, although the name of Fairy is supposed to be derived from, or rather [is] a modification of the Persian Peri, an imaginary benevolent being, whose province it was to guard men from the maledictions of evil spirits; but with more probability it may be referred to the Gothic Fagur, as the term Elves is from Alfa, the general appellation for the whole tribe. If this derivation of the name of Fairy be admitted, we may date the commencement of the popular belief in British Fairies to the period of the Danish conquest. They were supposed to be diminutive aerial beings, beautiful, lively, and beneficent in their intercourse with mortals, inhabiting a region called Fairy Land, Alf-heinner; commonly appearing on earth at intervals–when they left traces of their visits, in beautiful green-rings, where the dewy sward had been trodden in their moonlight dances.” To the sylphs the ancients gave the labor of modeling the snowflakes and gathering clouds. This latter they accomplished with the cooperation of the undines who supplied the moisture. The winds were their particular vehicle and the ancients referred to them as the spirits of the air. They are the highest of all the elementals, their native element being the highest in vibratory rate. They live hundreds of years, often attaining to a thousand years and never seeming to grow old. The leader of the sylphs is called Paralda, who is said to dwell on the highest mountain of the earth. The female sylphs were called sylphids. It is believed that the sylphs, salamanders, and nymphs had much to do with the oracles of the ancients; that in fact they were the ones who spoke from the depths of the earth and from the air above. The sylphs sometimes assume human form, but apparently for only short periods of time. Their size varies, but in the majority of cases they are no larger than human beings and often considerably smaller. It is said that the sylphs have accepted human beings into their communities and have permitted them to live there for a considerable period; in fact, Paracelsus wrote of such an incident, but of course it could not have occurred while the human stranger was in his physical body. By some, the Muses of the Greeks are believed to have been sylphs, for these spirits are said to gather around the mind of the dreamer, the poet, and the artist, and inspire him with their intimate knowledge of the beauties and workings of Nature. To the sylphs were given the eastern corner of creation. Their temperament is mirthful, changeable, and eccentric. The peculiar qualities common to men of genius are supposedly the result of the cooperation of sylphs, whose aid also brings with it the sylphic inconsistency. The sylphs labor with the gases of the human body and indirectly with the nervous system, where their inconstancy is again apparent. They have no fixed domicile, but wander about from place to place–elemental nomads, invisible but ever-present powers in the intelligent activity of the universe.

GENERAL OBSERVATIONS Certain of the ancients, differing with Paracelsus, shared the opinion that the elemental kingdoms were capable of waging war upon one another, and they recognized in the battlings of the elements disagreements among these kingdoms of Nature spirits. When lightning struck a rock and splintered it, they believed that the salamanders were attacking the gnomes. As they could not attack one another on the plane of their own peculiar etheric essences, owing to the fact that there was no vibratory correspondence between the four ethers of which these kingdoms are composed, they had to attack through a common denominator, namely, the material substance of the physical universe over which they had a certain amount of power. Wars were also fought within the groups themselves; one army of gnomes would attack another army, and civil war would be rife among them. Philosophers of long ago solved the problems of Nature’s apparent inconsistencies by individualizing and personifying all its forces, crediting them with having temperaments not unlike the human and then expecting them to exhibit typical human inconsistencies. The four fixed signs of the zodiac were assigned to the four kingdoms of elementals. The gnomes were said to be of the nature of Taurus; the undines, of the nature of Scorpio; the salamanders exemplified the constitution of Leo; while the sylphs manipulated the emanations of Aquarius. The Christian Church gathered all the elemental entities together under the title of demon. This is a misnomer with far-reaching consequences, for to the average mind the word demon means an evil thing, and the Nature spirits are essentially no more malevolent than are the minerals, plants, and animals. Many of the early Church Fathers asserted that they had met and debated with the elementals. As already stated, the Nature spirits are without hope of immortality, although some philosophers have maintained that in isolated cases immortality was conferred upon them by adepts and initiates who understood certain subtle principles of the invisible world. As disintegration takes place in the physical world, so it takes place in the ethereal counterpart of physical substance. Under normal conditions at death, a Nature spirit is merely resolved back into the transparent primary essence from which it was originally individualized. Whatever evolutionary growth is made is recorded solely in the consciousness of that primary essence, or element, and not in the temporarily individualized entity of the elemental. Being without man’s compound organism and lacking his spiritual and intellectual vehicles, the Nature spirits are subhuman in their rational intelligence, but from their functions–limited to one element–has resulted a specialized type of intelligence far ahead of man in those lines of research peculiar to the element in which they exist.

The terms incubus and succubus have been applied indiscriminately by the Church Fathers to elementals. The incubus and succubus, however, are evil and unnatural creations, whereas elementals is a collective term for all the inhabitants of the four elemental essences. According to Paracelsus, the incubus and succubus (which are male and female respectively) are parasitical creatures subsisting upon the evil thoughts and emotions of the astral body. These terms are also applied to the superphysical organisms of sorcerers and black magicians. While these larvæ are in no sense imaginary beings, they are, nevertheless, the offspring of the imagination. By the ancient sages they were recognized as the invisible cause of vice because they hover in the ethers surrounding the morally weak and continually incite them to excesses of a degrading nature. For this reason they frequent the atmosphere of the dope den, the dive, and the brothel, where they attach themselves to those unfortunates who have given themselves up to iniquity. By permitting his senses to become deadened through indulgence in habit-forming drugs or alcoholic stimulants, the individual becomes temporarily en rapport with these denizens of the astral plane. The houris seen by the hasheesh or opium addict and the lurid monsters which torment the victim of delirium tremens are examples of submundane beings, visible only to those whose evil practices are the magnet for their attraction. Differing widely from the elementals and also the incubus and succubus is the vampire, which is defined by Paracelsus as the astral body of a person either living or dead (usually the latter state). The vampire seeks to prolong existence upon the physical plane by robbing the living of their vital energies and misappropriating such energies to its own ends. In his De Ente Spirituali Paracelsus writes thus of these malignant beings: “A healthy and pure person cannot become obsessed by them, because such Larvæ can only act upon men if the later make room for them in their minds. A healthy mind is a castle that cannot be invaded without the will of its master; but if they are allowed to enter, they excite the passions of men and women, they create cravings in them, they produce bad thoughts which act injuriously upon the brain; they sharpen the animal intellect and suffocate the moral sense. Evil spirits obsess only those human beings in whom the animal nature is predominating. Minds that are illuminated by the spirit of truth cannot be possessed; only those who are habitually guided by their own lower impulses may become subjected to their influences.” (See Paracelsus, by Franz Hartmann.) A strange concept, and one somewhat at variance with the conventional, is that evolved by the Count de Gabalis concerning the immaculate conception, namely, that it represents the union of a human being with an elemental. Among the offspring of such unions he lists Hercules, Achilles, Æneas, Theseus, Melchizedek, the divine Plato, Apollonius of Tyana, and Merlin the Magician. Click to enlarge A SYLPH. From sketch by Howard Wookey. The sylphs were changeable entities, passing to and fro with the rapidity of lightning. They work through the gases and ethers of the earth and are kindly disposed toward human beings. They are nearly always represented as winged, sometimes as tiny cherubs and at other times as delicate fairies. Next: Hermetic Pharmacology, Chemistry, and Therapeutics

Source: Sacred Texts  Esoteric  Index

The Elements and Their Inhabitants

Equinox of the gods 09/23/2019

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The Genius Loci

Equinox of the gods 09/23/2019

An account of being accosted by familiar and known interdimensional beings that reside on one of many of the magical hills of the Blue Ridge Mountains, in Western North Carolina.  An unexpected visit by Nature Spirits, Hidden Folk, The Fae and instantly upon request The Genius Loci of this Place flanked by two Nunnehei as tall as the trees. 

Without warning, or my intention, no conjure, nor summoning them, they came.  A sudden appearance of the various races of Hidden Folk of this Place…  One of the many Sacred Grounds known to the Ancient Native American Tribe, the Cherokee.  

I braced for it, the impact of vapor-like seemingly self-luminous beings or spirits that I’m too familiar with here.  It’s not daily but weekly occurrence and frankly I’ve got used to it, and maybe I should be a bit more concerned.  Still not sure what these phantom like vapor clouds are, but the interdimensional beings that come out of them seem alright.  Heck ice notice the white smoke rolling off my body so much thought I was about to spontaneously human combust!  I’m not too sure but think the land may have something to do with this but to what extent, not there yet however I’ve came a long way about ley lines spirit lines, Fairy lines, geopathic stress and and basically Earth geomagnetic field lines that have been known historically as places of high strangeness.  Where I live between two large creek beds, belonging to the same body of water as it approaches and passes parallel to my east facing property line.  Then the creek takes a sharp left bend as it continues it’s flow away from my property parallel to the flow downstream.  I live on top of steep ridge at the tip of the bend where below the creek appears to perform a moat-like function as it wraps around the land on three sides.  There’s steep cliffs on sides or gorges where the water has ground its way through solid granite bedrock rich with a matrix of Crystal Quartz veins and likely solid Quartz at the core.

It’s hard to describe it’s a dangerous landscape for small children as well as adults who get lost at night misled by the Will’OWisps light or fright.  Some follow it others run, either way leads a downfall, maybe you could say I live on a mountain pan handle or sort of like a peninsula situated a few hundred feet above the banks of a big creek  located in the mountains of rural Boondocks County, North Carolina.  Basically it’s not ideal human habitat, but absolutely best habitat for the Fae with the running waters, hard granite, caves, cliffs, and rocky outcroppings.  It appeared to be vacant pristine mountain property when I purchased it.  I had no idea how popular it was for interdimensional people. And how many of these different sorts actually live in and around here in and out of our dimensions, and unknown to most human kind.

Here we go again I thought, as my body involuntarily began tucking elbows, head and chin inwards, like a standing fetal position it tensed itself for the impending collision of Spirit and three-dimensional Matter.  With thousandths of a second remaining before impact, in the timelessness of my mind’s sacred space of pure consciousness, thoughts of what is about to happen, what’s this all about, why now at this time, what have I done this time race through the mind.  The split-second reflection one gets right before something unexpected happens that will end or change a life forever.  Like the fleeting seconds leading up to an unavoidable head-on collision between two vehicles driving on a highway.  Those life-threatening experiences where time seems to slow down in what seems like slow motion, the last remaining few microseconds left in the unfolding of catastrophic events and even death.

As usual, the blow is subtle yet sends the cold chill from the bottom of my feet up through my spine and out the top of my head.  As the etheric dust began to clear from the merging two states of nature; the physical and non—physical I immediately became aware of the Cherokee Little People known as the Yunwi Tsundi in native tongue were appearing before my eyes materializing in full color and detailed translucent almost holographic form.  A strikingly attractive Native American woman wearing a beaded buckskin dress seemingly taller than the others appearing on the scene caught my eye as she stood on a slope above leading down to the flat grade where I stood.  I asked her did I do something that upset your people and apologized in advance if I’d done something wrong to offend or broken any of their Laws.  She whispered softly to my mind don’t worry everything is okay as I could make out her arm raising with her index finger pointing me to look towards the creek behind me. 

Turning around to look in the direction she was pointing I was taken back a bit at the numbers of beings that had amassed between me and the creek in the blink of an eye as a thick curtain of ether vapor they rode in on dissipated leaving, a three foot tall Little Indian dressed as a hunter or warrior wearing nothing but a feather and a light-colored buckskin loincloth that contrasted against his Earth toned deep brown skin approached me in a single smooth motion almost kneeling, his head bowed facing the ground as he reached his hand up outstretch for mine.  He spoke to my mind, “please take my hand”.  Without thinking I reached out and touched his outstretched hand and could feel some subtle tug which I found myself resisting because of the direction he was headed.  By this time others would make some gesture that I felt were like an usher seating me in a pew at church.  I could make out smiling facial expressions of some the gathered which relieved me but still paused, it dawned on me where this might be going.  He moved ahead towards the direction of the creek without me as I stood there and seemed to vanish into a wafting cloud of foggy vapor.  As I lowered my hand I noticed too that my own hand, arm, and body was smoking too, a phenomenon that I’ve been able to perceive in vision with my eyes that I dubbed “white smoke” after not finding any information on what it is exactly.  Search engines today are pretty efficient for accessing knowledge, but for the past year and a half, I’d been seeing it wafting off of my own body mostly late at night.  However, almost always I have to induce a trance to see these gentle winds, known as the Etheric Body.  While growing up as a child I’d always seen fuzzy energy particle blobs floating, faces and forms of animals, people and monsters.  However, up until this time, I didn’t know where the ability to “see” the “white smoke” had come from or what could have caused me to start seeing it.  In the weeks following this experience, it suddenly dawned on me.  It was the Cherokee Little People!  As now I refer to this ability as “The Gift from the Cherokee Little People”.  In my first encounter with them about two years earlier in a small cave entrance behind my home had left me no choice but to believe or to think there’s a good percentage this is happening and this is all real.  The experience I’d had on that day will forever go down as one of the most profound experiences in my life.  Meeting the Cherokee Little People (CLP) became one of those pivotal moments in life where one is touched by real magic rendering me in perpetual awe and curiosity ever since.  It’s the sort of alchemically that transforms the mundane reality of ordinary life into something unbelievably extraordinary and sacred.  Since that fateful day, the experiences that come from having the gift of second sight keep coming and seem to try and outdo the ones that proceeded it, each leaving me in a state of stunned disbelief giving way to the exhilaration and grateful joyous celebratory mood that comes when meeting new and exciting people.  It has given and continues to give my life a unique refreshing quality of joyful wonder a deeper sense of gratitude.  A gift without form, weight, monetary value or of no real use in the world.  Even though it took me a long time to realize I’d received something anything other than a prank from some trickster spirits, I knew it was an ability that I’d had growing up although in lesser strength and fewer occurrences.  Ecstatic rapture comes to mind as the way I feel when the some of the mysteries of Nature are revealed giving a peek behind her veil where even deeper mysteries welcome and await the initiate, the seeker, like the Fool and the Magician of the Tarot began the new journey through the twenty-two Major Arcana.

I still chuckle to myself as I recall some of the facial expressions and physical motions they were making as they urged me to go along.  More than likely had the offer presented itself last year to enter into the large portal, in a rock cliff in a bend of the creek pretty sure I’d tried without missing a beat but because I wasn’t in the headspace and not too receptive to communing with them lately.  I’d began having doubts about their real intentions and felt a bit betrayed about a week leading up to tonight’s powwow.    

Unassuming and hidden Portal behind the wall of green vegetation.  The large boulder in center of photo marks the threshold or stepping stone for coming out of or into the doorway.  I’ve seen some of the inhabitants emerge from the door, walk about and even witnessed some crawl under and into the crevices in a crablike motion.

Felt I’d put everything on the line for them since having many Q&A sessions where I’d channeled their wants, needs, and reasons behind them and they requested mine in order to accomplish this great work.  One of mine was to offer protection where needed at least long enough for me to provide and share what they’d taught me over the past two years.  At the very least they could have stopped or prevented some of these events in my life I felt even if they didn’t have a hand in it.  I’d asked them many times did they do this or that and always denied doing any harm.  Looking back I now see how some of these seemingly bad times had to happen in order to lead me to the point in my life where from the ashes of the reality that had been forever jettisoned into the abyss of time making way for a new chapter in the book of my life, a better version of myself now walking the path that leads to the soul’s highest purpose for being here.  I found more time and enthusiasm now that I’m doing the kind of work that I love doing. 

Another fact that likely put the brakes on going where they were urging me to go was that I knew where they were wanting me to go.  They were taking me to a portal that had been shown to me by the CLP last Summer.  Due to recent hardships I’d endured since stepping into my new role as a modern working for ancient employers, often I’d daydream about trying to enter it to escape the world that mine had turned into.  Ever since childhood felt as if I was a visitor and not a resident of Earth, but lately I’ve felt I didn’t belong here any longer.  Most everyone I met were still wearing blinders or asleep.  Even though I consider this human life a precious experience interlaced with both good and bad times, and the bad all too often serves to make one a better person.  I still wanted out of this system of human life but not by death necessarily, but by entering into one of the many portals around here revealed to me by the CLP.  They were inviting me to come with them through a portal in the outside bend of the creek in a wall of rock-cut away by millions of years of water flowing patiently grinding its way through this little gorge the creek flanked on both sides by steep rocky outcroppings and cliffs that I call my back yard.    The portal revealed to me over a year ago, was the opposite side of the creek located at a spot where the path of a powerful ley line runs underfoot that I was standing during tonight’s encounter.  Different points along this line have been places where I’d experienced some of the most vivid and powerful encounters including the one this night that was unfolding before my eyes in the dim darkness of late twilight and star light, I was shown the rock portal Creek side while scrying the water sitting in river sand.

Not knowing what to do or say since deciding not to try going with them it dawned on me ask them to speak to the Master Spirit of this place.  Something I’d ready recently and thought I’d try it one of these nights, that’s it I thought!  Ask them can I meet or speak with the Master Spirit of the Land, I’d learn in the days and weeks following that this magnificent being is well known and called the Guardian Spirit of Place, the Genius Loci.  It seemed more logical to hear it directly from the most powerful spirit of the land around here, if in fact I had their approval to build a small cabin by the creek on which are their sacred grounds.  Having asked them many tmes in the past over and over are you sure and getting same answers of “Yes” some doubts remained.  I’d thought of doing this, contacting the master of the land before to get supreme approval and eliminate doubts,  but couldn’t muster the will to push myself to do much due to stress and what seemed a lower vibration resulting from a recent series of mishaps that were tapering off a bit but still ongoing.  My thinking was that I’d been misled, wasn’t communicating as clearly as I’d thought so felt I needed some reassurance from the Genius Loci if I wasn’t on track, was I hated or being tricked, did they want me out of there.  If not then I really needed permission and some reassurance my plans to build an Earth Lodge ceremonial center, bathroom with shower stall and a small cabin to live in while I finished getting the place ready to welcome like-minded folks over to share methods and techniques I’d learned during the times of my initial workings.  No sooner as I’d finished my request to meet the Genius Loci a large mass of thick fog rapidly rolled in within seconds turning the dark forested landscape around the creek bank into a dimly luminescent wall of white vapors that ebbed and flowed sort of pulsating and while connecting with my own vapors wafting off my body and combining with theirs, radically changing shapes as it reached the height of the treetops and hoovered there to my left in front of where I’d stood.  I looked up watching the misty fog reach its destination where from the formless changing clouds began to form large very unique looking face of what appeared to be an elderly woman of ancient age and wisdom.  She began to make an appearance from the curtain of mist, very clearly and stayed during my introduction and reason for asking to meet.  This face was a large as the tops of the trees and had the countenance of power and majesty, an ancient force from long ago that still inhabits these lands.  Seems like it could have the power of life and death over man, yet seemed benevolent. 

Another photo of the “Portal” showing a Rainbow or rainbow colored prisms, an anomaly that happens on these energy lines down here. Even I use different camera or smart phone camera, same rainbow like prisms will be present in photo taken on or near these lines.

The wall of fog was now beginning to dissipate leaving only the face near the treetops remaining and what seemed to be two tall beings on either side of the face formed from the mist.  When it completely cleared out I could see what over the past year I’d come to call the Nunnehei, two of them flanking both sides of this majestic being looking down at me.  They were neatly dressed in what appeared to be traditional Cherokee styled native American buckskin pants with beaded designs of flowering vines that went up along the sides.  And as always, their looks the dead giveaway to what I was looking at, they’re exceptionally beautifully handsome Native Americans seemed to be male yet with faces only a beautiful female could have.  They answered my questions in unison with the Genius Loci by motions with their heads nodding up and down or side to side sometimes using their arms to emphasize or make sure I understood their body language.  At this point it was beginning to be overwhelming as the reality of what was unfolding was creeping into my psyche. 

At some point between here and the termination of my time with the Genius Loci, a large figured thick muscular looking body of a darker material approached us.  As it neared me it like the CLP warrior who’d offered me his hand, in one sweeping motion the hulking figure knelt on one knee before me very close to where I was sitting and reached his hand out at which time I don’t recall because the mere sight of this caused a cold chill like a lightening bolt, struck rising up from the ground up through my spine to top of my skull that seemed to cause me to momentarily blackout or lose my place.  It wasn’t out of fear I always get this sensation when spirits impact me or get too close but never with this much power.  I knew instantly what I was looking at and smiled in the dark, regained myself and induced mild trance so as to meet this eight-foot tall something giant that was uncloaking before my eyes.  When my eyes became adjusted to second sight his face which by now like old times was inches from mine except this time our initial meeting was with a smile and not the usual gatekeeper grimace used to frighten away those who may try entering their realms that may not be quite ready.  I could make out his huge head where the eyebrows, cheeks, chin area and lower jaw were outlined in this dimly lit whitish colored etheric substance.  A face to face with Tsukaloo / Kukuclede known to Cherokee.  Hairy Forest Giants, Big Elder Brothers, a race of people, not spirits.  Until tonight I’d only seen only their faces, except for a female that would come to my house.  Typically I’d only see their faces staring downstream creek bank or edge of the forest in complete darkness.  They’d approach me in the scrying chair in the wee hours in trance but more like dozing off in a quasi sleep- hypnagogic state.   Usually, I’d be startled awakened by my foot jerking, footrest pushing down, and even shocked, zapped by a sudden electrical shocking like sensation.  Happened like this so many times that I looked forward to this kind of unusual but consistent meeting near creek between around 12:00 midnight and daybreak, usually more towards the end of the night right before daybreak.  I think these are actual Yeti Beings and exist in both states of the solid and etheric body.  people we pretty much call Bigfoot, or the Sasquatch. 

It was a relief to see those titans again especially with an upfront smile.  The most beautiful heartfelt smile one can experience.  Taking my attention away for just a few moments I looked back up to the face of the Master of the Land and it had disappeared now no longer visible but the two Nunnehei were still there motioning me to go towards the portal, I felt like an ant as the beautiful giants kindly gestured me to walk towards the Creek-side rock cliff that is the doorway into their world.  Okay, everything seems to be cool and relieved to know things were on track and that I was more than welcomed there, actually wanted me to join them as we inhabit place intersected between two-dimensional realms. 

While watching the visit unfold before me as my eyes begin the focusing motions to bring on quick trance, eyes wide open, unusual decent night vision.  As they adjust and focus for vision using second sight everything turns dark in my field of vision then I can see them and landscape again.  The friendly Giant was already up inches in front of my face as my vision returned in second sight mode.  I was so overwhelmed at seeing its body so close in detail, the ground chills came on I think for just being in Awe.  I had never seen their entire body like that, they were eight foot massive beings that took my breath away seeing one of them walk up from the creek bank towards me and drop to one knee in what appeared to be some prostration like the the CLP earlier had done.  What’s up with that, maybe I’ll never know but feel it’s the upmost honor to be shown respect and kindness from beings that have no reason or need to do so.  As a human being I’m part of the problem that they (Nature) suffer from.

I walked with them to the top of the sloping creek bank and stopped in front of where my tent had been and sat in a chair facing the portal.  I wasn’t in my usual night spirits ecstatically induced high, the sky-high vibe that comes as a result of such experience. 

Another photo of the portal rock taken on a different day. Again same digital camera artifacts occur with the rainbow prisms. Hidden behind a green wall of vegetation. the large boulder to left side overhanging over the water is the threshold for the portal described in this post

I bid them farewell and sent them my appreciation and gratitude for their concern, care and kindness they’d shown me that night as it seemed a low point in my life.  Instead I received a pat on the back and a shot in the arm to keep going and not give up.  They definitely have my back and clearly shown there are alternatives to living here if one truly desires liberation from human life cycles and death.  I may take them up on it one day who knows, and would the portal (the stone rock face) open up again if I came to it and rapped on it’s hidden door, honestly I think it would for the right reasons. 

Trickster Leprechaun, So Magically Hellacious!

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When I recall this encounter the old commercial jingle for Lucky Charms breakfast cereal comes to mind since it involves food, a kitchen, and a Leprechaun!  However unlike the wish granting cheerful character on the cereal box, this one wasn’t hopping all around the place merrily bouncing off the walls.  Instead his countenance was that of an old weathered stone, a certain type of calm, intentional and silent except when it appeared he was communicating with two smaller Gnomes. 

These photos are stills from a video.  In the video it looks like my kitchen is about to burst into flames due to the rapidly vibrational, fuzzy heatwave like signature that’s the telltale sign that I’ve got company.  It’s close to what is seen and described in this post.  But with eyes in realtime tuned in to this frequency they come into focus as real looking if not moreso than some people I’ve had here.  It’s for example only but think it serves the reader with a mental image and close facsimile to what it’s like seeing Little People messing around with a pot of food atop the counter tops and range.

It was a cold yet sunny afternoon when I came home from working outside cutting up firewood.  Shifting gears I went to the kitchen and brought a pot of water to boil and added some pasta.  I’d planned on adding some noodles to a vegetable soup that had been slow cooking all day.  Feeling the flashing pain of hunger that rides the miserable notes sung by an empty stomach, I told it to hang in there that dinner would be ready soon and to stand it, adding that you ain’t gonna die from skipping lunch today.  My belly grumbling with disagreement voiced it’s distress at waiting longer as I went to my office and settled in to do some paperwork.

As day began to transition into night shortly before twilight while seated at desk typing, I began noticing something out of my peripheral vision some movement.  I kept ignoring it until finally it became such a distraction that looked up and directly at the direction it was coming from and never would I have guessed or imagined what would unfold on this otherwise mundane day immediately I was beginning to see what appeared to be dwarves, Little people, or gnomes gathered around the big pot of soup on the stove simmering.  Here we go again I thought. 

My home office is situated down the hall diagonally across from the kitchen door where sitting at the office desk I can see into the kitchen area.  Soon as I looked into the direction of the movement, by now I was quite used to and knew it’s origin and what it meant, a visit from one of the Fair Folk or Good Neighbors as I fondly call them, otherwise known as the Fae, beings from this most amazing interdimensional fold!  Those quick jerky movements appearing as energy heat waves of faint etheric shimmer usually accompanied by a wispy faint smoke or vapor, that  always seems to foreshadow some form of the fairy beings making an appearance within my field of visual perception, eyes wide open clairvoyance kicks in, the sight I was now beholding caught my breath for what seemed a minute, finally gave way to a slow exhale to hold the integrity of the trance I’d just slipped into to maintain the elusive nature of such “Wow” chance encounters. 

The inner voice that is prohibited to intrude during the fleeting moments of unforgettable interaction with these sort of encounters I’d been having with the same type of  interdimensional beings since January of that year.  Despite self imposed rule of silence I’d declared upon my otherwise monkey mind chatter box of thought streams those persistent thoughts encountered during meditation that seem impossible to silence for any length of time.  As a newcomer to this new reality I was living now, where I’d become a “seer” right before my eyes without noticing what was happening to me at the time.  Wasn’t aware of  my transition into someone who works closely with the Fae and embarking on a journey that would later lead to extraordinary experiences light years from anything I could have conceived or imagined.  Even the “Fae” Folk, until earlier in 2018 when all this began happening, I didn’t know what they were,  or their role in the lives of us human beings since the beginning of time.  Maybe I took it for granted a bit due to lingering doubts that I wasn’t really seeing them and it was all just a figment of my imagination.  During such a reality jarring event of this scale that challenges life long held beliefs and assumptions we all adopt as our own perceptions of mindscape in this reality.  Nethertheless I had the inner knowing as if I’d done this sort of thing all my life, as natural as a duck takes to water, so knew to keep mind space empty of thoughts just like meditation practice in a way. 

Two emotions were also kept at bay during these types of encounters and that is the emotional energy of fear and excitement (lusting for the result) both the fruit of allowing thought(s) to infiltrate the otherwise sacred quiet and stillness of a calm abiding mind these beings seemed most comfortable with.   Never had any issues with fear although by far it should have been held closer in check by caution which would have served me well now knowing what I know now I would endure some of the most intense startling encounters with some unimaginable wild yet polite, highly intellilgent supernatural creatures or beings that one would have the most fortunate or unfortunate (depending upon how one regards such endeavors) opportunity to cross paths with by oneself, alone in a dark forest face to face with a menacing grimace, baring huge canines those trickster forest giants or an aggressive overly protective gate keeper.  My Achilles heel with this sort of thing is the latter, that of getting too excited or anxious for the appearance’s staying power or the condensation of the holographic like light body into denser three dimensional form.  Most times I could not “hold it” as the translucent image of the being inches from my face or a few feet from me begins to turn solid and skin pores and hair/hair folicles begin to appear in my visual field and the entity is no longer see through.  These moments test the strength of a mind to continue the suspension of disbelief and doubt for as long as possible in order to sustain these most precious moments of being in the presence of nature’s devas, localized deity of place or passerbys as this sort of situation unfolds. 

Since living here I’ve had my share of encounters and experiences with all sorts of fairies from the little ones to the Giants and everything in between, however as always the case around here each you encounter always seems to outdo the last. I was taken back by what I saw standing on my kitchen counter beside the range. Earlier that day at thrown together some ingredients to make soup which was simmering on the stove. There were what appeared to be three Little people standing around looking into the pot of soup and a pot of noodles I’d just put on to boil before working on some office paperwor\=

hen I noticed it, that this wasn’t this wasn’t the usual cast of characters the Cherokee Little people that I had worked with over the last few months. These were like small white people dressed in old world clothing of maybe Scottish or Irish folk, the Hidden Folk or Little people like the ones one would see in European countries. But what really caught my attention was that one of them was a Leprechaun. For some reason this unnerved me a bit especially as I caught a glimpse of his face. The kind of face that takes one’s breath away for a split second, the kind of face of a person you wouldn’t dare want to get caught staring at. It occured to me in an instant that I’d seen him or another one in a photograph I’d taken near a large overhang and cave a few weeks back. I’d inadvertently taken a photograph of a Fairy that “photobombed” one of the dozen or so shots I’d taken of this beautiful but creepy rock cliff with a cave and overhang fit for habitation of a caveman and family. Since iscovering a small faery flying vertically up the side of the cliff, I was scanning each photo more closely for more paranormal captures. It was then that I discovered a nearly transparent “Leprechaun” looking elf seated upon a rock ledge tucked back under the shadow of the rocky outcropping over it. Barely visible but distinctly your average Frosty Lucky Charms type except for his face. The face was like that of weathered stone, chisled and ancient, not old and fragile, but strong and seen many hundreds of years. After the newness wore off from the Fairy photo I went back through photos to locate the Leprechaun once again. Much to my dismay I wasn’t able to find it leading me to question myself if I really saw it. Until now I’d longed to see it again and here it was in my home, in the kitchen. The two smaller gnomes appeared to be female and were standing on the left-hand side of the stove while the leprechaun stood alone on the right-hand side. I just couldn’t believe what I was witnessing what was unfolding before my eyes as I stared intently to feed my pupils with as much of their reflected light as possible making a lasting impression, branding with cones and rods his image to remember for later should I decide to sketch, draw or paint his or their images in my journal. Just bewildered and struck with this otherworldly cognitive dissonance at what I was seeing, the situation that was unfolding now in my own home, taking it all in.

See Tinkerbell yet? Look up and to right a bit

It was about this point that I noticed the leprechaun looked up in my direction while he was talking or communicating with the two gnomes one of them seemed female(s) who seemed more interested in the vegetable soup and distracted to notice I was sitting there watching them. But he was keeping an eye on me even though not looking directly, I could feel it. He then confirmed this as he kind of did this slow motion double take catching me staring at him. Now busted, I was looking eye to eye taking in his physical features forever searing my minds eye with his thick red curly hair, like rusted steel wool, wrinkles while few gave away the fact this guy had been around the block more than a few times. In what seemed to be a eternity that moment where one is caught staring at another by an unexpected move that leaves a feeling of embarrassment and speechlessness while trying to look away naturally. Noticed that to shift my gaze from him was almost in a restricted slow motion, like trying to move during sleep paralysis. With this much eye to eye contact, I got my feel from his countenance, facial expression, and demeanor that this was an ancient being, highly intelligent, and likely a master trickster. Dressed in the usual green jacket and pants hat with red stockings and green hat and that red hair and I can never forget his face as it looked ancient from another time long ago. It was about this time or point in the experience where reality of normal life began to melt, a surge of heat a wave of concern at what I was doing sitting there staring at an interdimensional being of mythic portions while a voice in my head like my own thoughts or self talk asking me to “take a picture that it would last longer” in a sarcastic tone, jolted me back to the moment. I felt like he was communicating to me through my mind and thoughts, “mind speak” or so it’s called something that I’d learn later was typical means of communication with these beings like this. When I’d first had encounters with Elementals, with Salamanders (2.5 to 3.0 ft. Lizard like beings, or bipedal dragon faced lizard people) an ordeal that lasted nearly a month of nightly gatherings in my living room where they would emerge from the two front bay windows and step onto a small hardwood furniture between two arm chairs and hoover, and or walk around filling my head full of knowledge on topics relating to the answers they gave to my many inquiries. Later in the forest I’d discover that the Yunwi Tsundi (Cherokee Little People) they would use hand and arm gestures to interface with their human stooge until he (I) began to pick up on the “mind speak”Then suddenly I had the feeling that I was busted and entangled in some surreal elf space consciousness that left me feeling somewhat guilty of violating some unknown offense or crime of which I knew nothing of yet innately that I had somehow violated their privacy by staring and watching them unannounced, an interdimensional voyeur or cosmic peeping Tom. As I was about to look away my eyes were drawn to him as he began to reach in his pocket and was pulling something out the energy was there that said he ain’t gonna pull out a pot of gold, that it would be a trick of some sort. Still watching in disbelief as he pulled something out not taking his eye off of me, he had something in his hand now and as in one smooth fluid motion his hand opened up horizontally oriented, palm up and pointed at me with a smile that is indicative of someone up to something along the lines of a practical joke. Recall thinking to myself what in the world is he doing, then my question was answered as his right hand in one fluid swift motion of slicing or sliding one hand over the other palms facing each other horizontally oriented. Like a Ninja suddenly hurling a ninja star at an oponent, in that slicing motion launched an object that flung forth from the stationary hand an object, something I’d never seen before and still not sure what it was even to this day. However I was able to see it and it’s trajectory as it came towards me in what seemed slow motion, undulating like motion like a long centipede using it’s hundreds of legs on each side of its rod like body in unison undulating in wave like motions barely visible and definately “see through” seemingly aimed at my head or brow area just stopped and hoovered there a foot or so from my face. Clearly it was a translucent rod shaped cylinder a bit thicker than a pencil and had filaments that that ran along both sides of this thing. These tiny filaments, legs, wings or antenna moved in wave like motions along each side of the body of this object. I recall almost grinning at the thought that I’d somehow stopped his assault with my mind. Nice try there buddy I thought, unable to contain my exhilaration of countering a move of a formidable foe, a worthy opponent in battle that may lead to an overall victory. Lesson number one, never drift into thought streams or loose mindfulness or standing in presence when embroiled in such a tense moment. In my hubris I let my guard down, sensing this he suddenly waves at me taking my attention off the nearly invisible brain penetrating dart hoovering dangerously close t my forehead, I took my eyes or “Eye” off of it for a split second to catch a glimpse at what he was doing now only to realize too late what I’d just done and that was to loose sight of it, it wasn’t there hoovering in my face as if was held back by my awareness it was surely embedded in my head somehow as my noggin was it’s intended destination. They all disappeared afterwards and recall his smirk that smile he gave me as he just disappeared into the ethers, de-particlization before my eyes into nothing but my kitchen countertops in view and the stove with two pots now visible minus the presence of the “Little People” I kept asking myself, where is it, where did it go, that rod like dart, that translucent projectile he flung at me, was it in my head, was my head his intended target. What was that all about. Since then I always make myself known as not to come across as some creepy stalker or voyer peering into their business like an invader of privacy. Knowing that they are real and getting this fact across in my own mind has helped me stay consistently respectful as if I were dealing with a person, like the courtesy and respect one would give at the first time meeting a stranger. Even now some two years since that happened I still do not have the answer of why he threw this strange object at me, and what it could have been as far as I can tell it didn’t seem to have any affect on me. However each encounter has had this highly intelligent multilayered calculated design that when realized and fleshed out revealed some great nugget of truth or lesson from the ordeal. Some cases it has taken me a year or more to finally “get it” and solve the mystery of such encounters with these amazing magical beings. These ordeals so far without exception seem to personally handcrafted and tailored to teach learning lessons. Sometimes I think I must be a card carrying member of the slow learners club but have always sooner or later been able to connect dots revealing the “gold” , the lesson or wisdom gleaned from this sort of experience. That long awaited time that finally comes leaving one speechless incapable of saying anything except a “Oh Wow”, or “Daaaaaayum” “I got it now” “Wow” .