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Faeries, Pixies and Sprites

Giggle Goddess Art

Giggle Goddess Art

From time to time, I’m asked to write a guest article for someone else’s blog or website. Last week I met Rhiannon, a lovely artist of faeries, mermaids and beautiful things. She wanted to inform readers about the fairies, mermaids and other magical beings that she often paints. I love doing things like this for other bloggers. I hope you’ll visit her site and bookmark her page.


The Magikal Faery Spirits Of Nature
by Springwolf D.D., Ph.D. for Rhiannon at Giggle Goddess Art

Pixie, leprechaun, faerie, brownie, sprite are all terms for mystical supernatural beings, thought to be helpful or harmful to people. These variations in name are often attributed to different cultures of the world using different languages to describe the same thing or similar mystical beings. From the Huldufólk in Iceland to the Tuatha Dé Danann in Ireland, and the Manitou of Native Americans, these are apparently intelligent entities that live unseen beside us. Faeries, Pixies and Sprites are generally small magikal beings that live amongst nature and are considered helpful when treated with respect. Brownies, Elves, and Leprechauns are larger beings that live in their own villages or mystical communities away from humans populations. They are known to play tricks on anyone outside their community, especially big people like you and me. Continue reading

Merry International Faery Day!

Lavender And Lark

Niamh and the Raven
Lavender And Lark

June 24th Is International Faery Day

May all the Faery’s in your world greet you with smiles and glee,
May you share a laugh, comfort a sorrow and toast with me,
To the beautiful mystical Faery folk who live in the magikal tree.
Spring © 2015

Celebrate by leaving a small plate of fresh fruit, nuts and sweet treats in your yard or garden for your faery friends.

Right about sunset, read them a poem, a story or tell them a tale from your imagination. You can even tell them a dream you’ve had about them.

Thank them for helping you in your garden, yard or even bringing you some magikal smiles into your life each and every day. They’ll appreciate the entertainment and the gratitude. But remember this is their day to be honored. Don’t use the time to petition them for help or ask for something. Save that for a New Moon ritual. Continue reading

On The Next Ænigma Project – The Faeries of North America

Get Your Tinfoil Hat
and Join Us Live!

The Ænigma Project – Mondays 9 PM EST

The Ænigma Project is a discussion group focused on the realm of the supernatural, paranormal and mysterious events that sometimes take place in our lives. Through multiple view points and experiences, we seek to enlighten our listeners and elucidate that which has become hidden beneath the many layers of misunderstanding and fear.

Join Paul Cagle and his co-hosts Sushi and Springwolf as we share our research, knowledge, insight and humor of the spiritual and paranormal. Be part of the Ænigmite Crew and play “Truth or Tale”, see if you can tell the stories that are real, from those that are made up. And find out what the latest strange or paranormal is being talked about for the week as we discuss the “News of the Day”.

You can join in the chat room to share your perspective or ask questions for the panel to contemplate and address. Or simply listen to the show LIVE!

You can now listen and chat on ANY page. For the web address you only need to put www.tenacityradio.com. Continue reading

The Faery Portal

A Simple Short Story

A dear friend of mine saw a picture yesterday that inspired her to challenge me to writing a story. I’m up for the task. This is for you Carol.

Oswald West State Park in Northern Coastal Oregon. — Candice Allen

Oswald West State Park in Northern Coastal Oregon.
— Candice Allen

The Misty Faery Portal
by Springwolf © 2014

Once upon a time, a long long time ago, a young woman was lost and walked along a barren path in the middle of a misty forest. She wasn’t lost from her home or village, but from her heart and mind.

Her spirit was broken by struggle and hardship, tragedy and sorrow. She wandered through the woods in search of something, but she did not know what it was. Only knowing that she could never find it. She always returned late each afternoon to her tiny modest shack on the edge of the forest. A simple place that she called her house. A place that was remote and far from everyone and everything.

One night she sat before the fire and tried to stay warm and dry amidst the leaky roof as a storm raged outside. She began to cry and spoke out loud, to whom she did not know.

“Please help me find my way. Help me find the home where I belong. Give me the materials to make beautiful cloths and a garden that can fill my plate at night”.  Through her tears and grumbling stomach, she sobbed as the night waned. Finally, falling asleep in the wee hours of the morning, weary and weak from exhaustion. Continue reading