Sunday, October 15, 2023

Fairy In the Garden


 I was talking on the phone to an old and dear friend, someone from long ago and far away.  He was telling me that he is catching glimpses of animals and other spirits from the corner of his eye as he is working in his garden these days.  

The last few years have been a series of one medical emergency after another for him, including a dream or a vision wherein he spoke with someone exceedingly dear to him who has already crossed over.  The veil is thin for him now and he does not have to be in medical crises to perceive these secretive inhabitants of this world, (or those of the next).  He and I have always believed in mysterious experiences, in those precious few times when the truly sacred reveals itself.  It is partly why we remain friends six decades on.

As we were talking, I was looking through the window where I spend an amount of time every single morning watching the sunrise, watching the birds and rabbits, greeting my day.  This strange plant, one I do not recognize, had became noticeable just a day or so before this photo.  It was brown, apparently dying, unlike all the plants around it, and it caught my eye. 

Our conversation turned from my friend's new-found perception of animals or energetic entities to Findhorn, Perelandra and other sources of serious discussion regarding fairies and elves and nature spirits.  The very unusual multicolored plant began to gently wave and sway in the breeze, but not in unison with the other vegetation surrounding it. It seemed to take on a life of its own.  Of course, I knew it was a plant, though an odd one.  As I watched, it transformed and appeared to be motioning to me.  I acknowledged my Westernized scepticism but also refrained from any judgement as to what I was experiencing because it was delightful.

As soon I hung up, I took this photo through the screen.  I put the phone directly up to the screen hoping to get a clearer photo but the phone would not focus at all then.  I was a bit shocked when I looked at this photo close up.  I can see a distinct face, clearly an elven ear, and a crown with a bright "light" above her face.  She is bent forward with her right arm and hand forward, and appears to be wearing a gown or at least a long, full skirt.  I see a pair of wings behind her, and I see a silhouette of a smaller figure behind her.

I sat watching through the window for a while - until the plant became just a dying plant, waving in the breeze like the other plants you see in the photo.  The next day the yellowed leaves had all fallen.  

I do believe I was visited by a fairy.   

Thursday, October 12, 2023

An Email to a Bookseller

This sort of thing embarrasses the crap out of my children! I can't help myself.

A Quick Note

I received a used book (that is like new), ordered from Half Price Books via Amazon.  Thank you for dealing in
used books, for having a business that trades in books, new and used, and for making them available to anyone
anywhere.

I am soon to be 71 years old, and I have read thousands of books in my life so far.  I love books even though
there are audible recordings, digital editions, and other access to the stories that first came to earth as books
(movies/plays/paintings/sculpture etc).  Nothing is as wonderful as a book - one you can hold in your hand,
tote around for days, make notes in, put on a shelf, take down years later to look for a particular passage.   

I do not know how many people work for your business but please tell them all "thank you" from an old woman -
from the janitor to the manager to the owner and everyone in between.  They may be young folks who take the digital
world for granted, or think they are wasting their time working in an "unimportant" job, being of the opinion that printed
books are not important.  If they only knew how important books are to human beings, to the greater good for this
world, they would come to work with pride, as they should anyway.  People willing to work and make their own way
are the true treasure of any civilization.  People trading in real books are providing a genuine service to the rest
of the world, and me in particular.

I have read books that are considered great works of literature and I have read books that are considered trashy
by some, but regardless, I learned something from every book I have ever read.  Now, in America, we have people
censoring books, as if they can stop the truths contained in books!  One damned good thing about the internet:
burn the books in my school, I will read them online!!!

I started working at age 14 for 65 cents an hour, worked minimum wage jobs until I finally got through school,
then I worked for 39 years.  I know how easy it is to view a job as a soulless grind, or a low paying waste
of time, and everything in between.  Maybe you can share my sincere appreciation for the employees of your
business and thank them for a wonderfully valuable  service.

Most sincerely,

An old woman