devas and faeries

hello :daisy:
may someone enlighten me about these beings? i wish to contact them. i would love to hear about your experiences or any tips you all have. love and peace!
-erica

 

you could find a nice place in nature and journey to the middle world. i believe the upper world is where you contact your spirit guides the middle world for faeries elementals etc. and the lower world for animal/bird/whatever, totems/guides. sandra ingerman has a good book out on journeying.

 

I heard they're in Bosnia. Approach with caution and a stick of lemongrass.

 

well , fancy you lazily do have a wish ... ok . they can be
seen in the company of those who beautifully
gather in peace .

do you squish bugs ?

 

haha nooooooooooooooo neverrrrr!!!!!!! XD i honestly haven't had the free time to try it.. but i shall begin my efforts this weekend..

 

Most can't see them anymore. We have shifted to a different, more insane reality (in my opinion). My mom has told me stories of my sister when she was younger. My sister would speak of the fairies that would play with her in the woods. She said they glowed and were about 4-6 inches tall.

I think we're moving into another reality, though. Slowly but surely. And who knows what we'll find in this one. Peace?

 

i surprisingly astonishedly do believe i just saw a tree
spirit ~10 min. ago while walking along the street .

twas seemingly
very shy ,
wispy ,
whispy

of the tree
yet not within it

 

why do you want to contact them?

 

Probably wants all those teeth back and to slap them for their unpredictable payment system.

 

I like that. Your sister speaking to faeries. A little girl that comes to my house tells me I have birds that live here with me. She is 4. Only she sees them. She also has friends that no one can see but her. They all have names. She plays games ,argues, shares with them. I feel priveledged to be allowed to witness this magic. Her parents call them her "imaginary friends" but after reading an Edgar Cayce book, well, I think they are real as you or I.
If we are moving into another reality I hope it's hers.

 

tikoo...keep spreading your magic...

 

And I love your little 4 yr. old visitor! I've also read about Cayce and know about him seeing the little people. My mother has told me that when I was between 3 - 41/2 yrs old, I wanted to play outside under these big neat droopy linden trees all the time - and that I had several "regular" "imaginary" friends...in that I always called them the same names and I carried on such conversations that "they" (the damn grown-ups in the picture) began to make me stay in and/or would come outside when they began to hear me talking so they could basically stop it. She told me that I even told her once to "quit bothering us...we're playing and when you come out they go away!"

I wish I could remember, I think.

 

I've seen fairies, or what I think are fairies.

 

what i've seen of faerie is not much the storybook image . why
did i think of these experiences as faerie ? my reasons were
elemental and quick -

aha! os !

over several years they came closer and closer
and then i was touched , aaa , i was entered

 

hey Lynn...Isn't that a great Cayce story? I loved it. I don't remember having "imaginary friends". Do you remember anything at all of yours?

 

And what did you see?

 

I don't remember anything clearly, windy...but I have these vague memories of playing with a little dark boy (I am so white, I'm almost translucent) and us laughing and him hiding with me "finding". It seems we also just played "regular" child stuff but always under the trees...nobody else could see him...and he'd go away (as in poof) when others would come around.

 

ooooh that gives me goosebumps. I have asked my little 4 yr. old friend where her little friends live. She says she doesn't know, she is not allowed to go there.

 

This all reminds me of my friend Riesay, who had imaginary friends out the wazoo, as shared in this thread:

http://www.hipforums.com/newforums/showthread.php?t=267190

 

the indifferent eye of the of the omnipresent looked upon a pastorial
scene. two young girl picked their way barefoot though a gentle wood
towards a talkative stream that held conversations with itself as it
bumbled over worn smooth granite boulders.
the voices of the children were indistinquiahable from birdsong,
trilling giggles and imaginings told in an exchange of high notes.
the observer noted their movement as it noted the movements of
everything, watching as they came to crouch beside each other
on a sun warmed rock by the edge of the stream, wiggling their fingers
in bubbling current.
from their perspective omnipresense observed the feeling of the cold
silk ribbon of water slipping between their fingers, the damp mud
smell mixing with the updraft of water washed breeze.
the red haired girl rocked back on her butt to sit with her feet in
stream. the golden haired girl did the same. they raised their faces
to the sun like a pair of daisies.

the forest around the girls was alive with energy, life bouncing,
stretching, burrowing, twirling, twining, growing and receding.
"look" whispered the red haired one as her attention captured
a ball of difused green light that was jiggling around the roots of a
fern cluster, "but don't look", she whispered softer. her companion
tilted her head and with the very edge of her eye looked where the red
haired one pointed.


omnipresense watched as the glowing orb of dancing green light
congealed into a tiny human form held aloft by a whir of wings.
omnipresense felt the stifled gasps of awe as the two
little girls furtively watched the fairy. they didn't realize that it
was their biased eyes that molded the flittering form from the
nebulous energy ball of life.


in that instant the omnipresent observed it's own enlightenment.