The story ofÂ
The Enchanted Fairy Village ofÂ
Filaree
As the early morning mists take a deep breath and lift from the mossy village trails, the music begins. First, bells, a rolling, silver, tinkle, drifting on the winds; then the haunting, dancing, song.of a flute. The musician this morning is the Master Bard and chief memory keeper. He has greeted the day with his flute and the evening with his tales since the village was first settled. He sits on a small stool next to the well, in the center of the village, his friend The Great Blue Heron perched above him. As the last notes of the Morning Song drift away with the breeze, the Heron utters a raucous squawk and launches himself into the dawn.
This is the Enchanted Fairy Village of Filaree which rests at the edge of the cloud veil that hovers just beyond the reach of most human consciousness. When the Master Bard first settled here in his youth, his human friends often strolled across the bridge and met him at the well. Together, they listened to the songs of the well’s enchanted waters and learned tales of the history of Earth and stars and the birth of Fairy and humankind. They sang the songs of dawn or dusk, studied animal languages and medicinal herbs, and debated ideas over tea. Â
For many generations of human lives, the friendship with Faerie continued. Then there came a time of forgetting, when new generations of humans were more concerned with the events of their world than with the wisdom of Faerie. After a while, only the Druids and other followers of magic were able to find the bridge and the Land of Faerie retreated further and further into the mists of the Otherworld. The Fairies of the Village of Filaree, who had lived closest to the border, fought to stay near the human world they loved. They consulted the Spirits of the spring that fed the well and together they enchanted the village, allowing it to remain at the edge of the mists, just a blink of an eye from their human friends. Â
They have kept a few of the pathways open, daily making the journey between worlds to care for the Earth and all her children, whether green, furred, feathered, finned, or human. They always believed the day would come when humans would again seek the ways of magic – when they would again believe in the existence of Faerie.
Is that day here? The Fairies of Filaree believe the time has come. So they are sending reflections of their Village out into the human world, to act as anchors for the ancient connections between the two realms. If we believe, if we give them a home in our world, if we recognize their faces in the trees, their voices on the winds, they will show us the way forward into the magic of Faerie in our time. Â
This is the Enchanted Fairy Village of Filaree which rests at the edge of the cloud veil that hovers just beyond the reach of most human consciousness. When the Master Bard first settled here in his youth, his human friends often strolled across the bridge and met him at the well. Together, they listened to the songs of the well’s enchanted waters and learned tales of the history of Earth and stars and the birth of Fairy and humankind. They sang the songs of dawn or dusk, studied animal languages and medicinal herbs, and debated ideas over tea. Â
For many generations of human lives, the friendship with Faerie continued. Then there came a time of forgetting, when new generations of humans were more concerned with the events of their world than with the wisdom of Faerie. After a while, only the Druids and other followers of magic were able to find the bridge and the Land of Faerie retreated further and further into the mists of the Otherworld. The Fairies of the Village of Filaree, who had lived closest to the border, fought to stay near the human world they loved. They consulted the Spirits of the spring that fed the well and together they enchanted the village, allowing it to remain at the edge of the mists, just a blink of an eye from their human friends. Â
They have kept a few of the pathways open, daily making the journey between worlds to care for the Earth and all her children, whether green, furred, feathered, finned, or human. They always believed the day would come when humans would again seek the ways of magic – when they would again believe in the existence of Faerie.
Is that day here? The Fairies of Filaree believe the time has come. So they are sending reflections of their Village out into the human world, to act as anchors for the ancient connections between the two realms. If we believe, if we give them a home in our world, if we recognize their faces in the trees, their voices on the winds, they will show us the way forward into the magic of Faerie in our time. Â
