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If this is your first visit, please read this first

I danced in the mists on the water this morning, flowing with the hovering cloud downstream, chased by the rising sun. The early rays touched each water droplet in the cloud like the facets on a crystal, sending shards of rainbow light everywhere around me. I swirled, twirled, and sang the sun greeting songs until the doorway opened and allowed me to slip through to your world. The mists are almost gone now, so I shall have to find another way to return when the time comes.

The sun has risen far enough to turn the dew on the grass to diamonds. How wealthy we are to have eyes for such sights. In the woods, a spider web shimmers like liquid crystal when touched by the sun’s rays. Shadows linger in corners which the light has not touched, places where direct sun will probably never reach. They also contain riches, deep, loamy, compost to feed the forest, but that’s not where I want to shower my attention today. Today I choose to see the sparkle of the diamonds on the grass, the crystal shards in the mist throwing rainbows across my path. It’s not that I do not see the shadow – today I choose to focus elsewhere. There is enough time in the cycles of things, to smell the dark.

If this is your first visit, please read this first

If you would like me to dream with you, print out this photograph of me and keep it near your sleeping place. As you fall asleep, call my name and ask me to come and visit you in your dreams. I will come.

I am called Light That Listens and I speak with permission of the Faerie Council of Elders in the part of our realm that touches the edges of Woodland Springs, the home of Fairy Woodland.

I am called Fairy by your people but most have no idea what that means or who I really am. I am called that because when we take form in your world we occupy a small space in relation to you, and our locomotion is by air via what you call wings. That is not our true form. In our world, we are much like you. I am one of the old ones of the Earth, a spirit of the patterns and cycles of life, one who was here at the creation of rock and, later tree. I have witnessed the coming of the young ones, the animal children, and the youngest ones still, the humans.

I am the voice of trees and wind and sparkling water. I whisper the seasons, the birth of life from seed, the play of wind across sky. I fly on the wings of a crescent moon. I am the ancient voice echoing from stone. I am the whisper in the night, the walker in your dreams.

I have not spoken to mortals for many ages, not since the great separation when Faerie was hidden in the mists of the Otherworld by powerful magicians to keep our realm safe from mortals who wanted to eradicate our kind from the Earth. I will tell you those stories if you wish, but at another time. Today, I want to tell you why I have chosen to speak – in fact, why many of us are choosing to speak to you, in many different formats.

The Faerie Realm is in great danger. I have come to ask for your help. Fairies are the eldest of the intelligent energy on this planet. We were born of rocks and stones, of water and air, or earth and green growing things. A crystal found its own vibration which was separate and different from the vibration of the matrix in which it was formed and that sense of individuality became an energy that separated from the body of the crystal and could see the mineral that it came from, that gave it birth. As each clan of substance woke up to its conscious self, the spirit of that consciousness was able to separate from the substance and have separate movement and life, eventually finding ways to take form. These were the first fairies.

That is how many of us became linked with particular life forms. Clans gathered around the mineral, plant, or animal world energies to which they were linked. We are inexorably tied to the physical forms that exist on the Earth Mother, which is why we are so concerned with Her health. And that is why I have come to talk to you  - because the health of the planet affects the survival of Faerie.

It takes a great deal of energy for me to communicate in this much detail in your world and your language, so I tire quickly. I will continue my story another day. Thank you for listening.