Trickster Leprechaun, So Magically Hellacious!

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” .

Equinox of the gods 09/23/2019

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. 

“White Smoke” – An Unusual Gift from the Cherokee Little People

“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.

Small cave opening that leads deep into the Earth. The first place on my property that was used as an altar for
the offerings

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.

A photo of the burrow or tunnel I’d found on my hike out. Didn’t see this before and was surprised to see it especially once I shined flashlight into it

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

The “Gold” Veins inside the little tunnel I’d found leaving the cave site

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.

Me and Buddy taking a break after hiking back fatigued, bleeding nose and feeling weird sense of loss of familiarity

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.