Back in January this year, I offered a workshop on a topic that is very dear to my heart, and which I am convinced is invaluable if we are to
survive thrive in these tumultuous times.
For many of you reading this, you already know this is a key ingredient that makes your life rich and extraordinary in countless ways. It’s the understanding that you have a “team” of guardians, guides, and allies who protect you and steer you to your highest potential.
Then, two weeks ago, my next Boutique class focused on one specialty group of these beings — the ones that inspire and cheer you on in your life’s engagement with Creativity. In particular, we explored how the Tarot can be a reliable and powerful means to communicate with your Muse and your creative daemons/genius/devas.
In two weeks, on March 18, I will share what I have come to understand is one of the most important components of living a fully realized existence.
This alliance is one that you may have glimpsed in early childhood. Maybe you’ve even had occasional encounters in later years. Yet it has been systematically thwarted and ridiculed in our culture for several hundred years, to the great detriment of us all.
Yes. I am talking about Faeries. The Folk. The Sidhe. The Tuatha de Danann. Lots of names, lots of traditions.
Okay, I know. You may be backing away with, “Okay, that’s nice, but I am kind of busy with REAL life, Beth.” If you are leery, I get it. I sure was, to put it nicely (keep reading). Yet there is an urgency and seriousness behind why I am so anxious to direct your attention to this partnership now.
The Spectacular Crash of the Dubious Owl
Before the Spring of 2003, I was a skeptic. Oh, sure, I had been practicing woo-woo and magical stuff for decades and decades. But Faeries? Ummm…
Well, let’s just say I had some lovely friends that were “into that sort of thing,” but gossamer-winged pixies in the garden were just a little too twee for my taste. (Spoiler: I wasn’t wrong about that!).
But then, one of my favorite Reclaiming teachers was planning a Faery weekend retreat in the Blue Ridge Mountains and most of my local group was going to attend. FOMO got me there, but I never actually believed the Faery part would amount to anything substantial.
Still, there was so much to love.. our friend’s magical home in the rolling arms of the mountains, the brilliant gathering of Witches and magical folk from all over the East Coast, the gorgeous labyrinth, the drumming and songs, the sumptuous food (catered by the Twin Oaks community farm), the kindness of the land and the skill of the leaders…
But.. Faeries? Really?
Until the final guided meditation of our last evening together.
My smugly benevolent detachment was yanked out from under me. Down I tumbled. Suddenly, there I was, deep in the Underworld realms. To my complete shock, I found myself surrounded by a merry-making throng of NOT pixies, in the hall of the Faery King and Queen. What happened next is one of those things to which the Witch’s Quatenary applies: To Keep Silent.
Maybe the gaes will be lifted at some point, and I will share.
But I can tell you the result: I was blown away. Not just by the unfolding events that evening in that magical domain, but by the rush of memory and familiarity that nearly overwhelmed me. And that ancient intimacy has never left me. In fact, it completely changed the course of my life, my spiritual practice, and everything I stand for.
Everything I thought I knew shifted out from under me.
I was utterly, irrevocably humbled, blessed, and for the first time since I was a very little girl, I was home.
This Is Your Birthright, Too
If you are reading this on my blog, you’ll see (in the blue box either at the bottom of your screen or to the right of this post) that I am a “practitioner of Old Faery tradition healing and magic.” I have now been investigating, practicing, and celebrating this path for 20 years, studying with many of the finest experts in the world.
And I want to share some of that with YOU.
Why? Because I know there is a profound connection that awaits you, one you might not have even realized you were missing. You have allies from Other Realms that have watched over you for all your life, waiting and hoping for you to remember.
But this is not glittery sparkles and hey-nonny-nonny folderol. The Faery races are far older and more formidable than the trivialized, whitewashed junk sold to us by Disney or the Victorians.
It’s time to know the true nature and history of your Cousins. You’ll see how this companionship became so entangled in the agendas of Church and Commerce. The sorry result has been a catastrophic erosion of our wild places, our wild hearts, and our understanding of our relationship to our planet.
Healing this sacred kinship is a powerful component if we are to step into our true power as light-bearers in these stormy times. Our world urgently needs fully functioning, fully restored human and Faery partnerships.
This is your birthright, a Faery gift bestowed upon you as a blessing from long, long ago. It would be a privilege to help break the spell that has diminished your understanding. It would be my honor to help you reclaim the treasure that has been rightfully yours all along.
Please join us.