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Posted: February 23rd. 2006 6:18:35 AM

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The Sisters of the Fae

by Friendly Spirit

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Age Group: Adult

One night while I did wander
From back yard to the woods beyond
A strange feeling overcame me
It felt both right and wrong.

I could hear the babbling brook
The crickets in their song
As I walked among the trees
The pathway grew so long.

Not knowing what was happening
I did quicken my pace
Found myself running through the woods
As my heart began to race

The air seemed somehow sweeter
The trees they seemed to dance
The brook somehow now talked to me
I swear I felt Earth prance

Sounds and life were everywhere
Even rocks did seem alive
I swear I felt a dragon fly over me
As a shadow went from left to right

The path that I was walking on
No longer was where I stood
For what was once my back yard
Was now an enchanted wood

Through the dancing trees I raced
Hearing giggling in the breeze
Somehow, something was coming close
As I fell down to my knees

There just did seem no way out
Of this enchanted wood
But now inside a clearing
I got off my knees and stood

Suddenly all around me
Everything was bright
Which seemed especially strange to me
It being the middle of the night

The trees had happy faces
The plants they danced and sang
Strange animals played peacefully
Color from everywhere sprang

The water it was just so pure
Life through it you could see
The air so sweet, the light so bright
It all surrounded me

Then suddenly a glowing light
It came down from the sky
Around it wisps of color flew
Up, down, left and right

As I squinted at the moving lights
The strangest things I’d clearly see
In each glowing wisp of color
A smiling Faery there would be

The large light in the middle
Began taking a wondrous form
A most beautiful apparition
From the light was now being born

She was a wonder to behold
As beautiful as beauty could be
In her eyes galaxies spun
As she smiled down on me

The apparition told me
Without even a word this day
“Be calm kind fellow for we are friends
We’re the Sisters of the Fae”

“The sisters want to speak with you
You who have not been well
Behold the first now comes to speak
And wisdom she will tell”

Then one plumper than the rest
A teacher she seemed to be
Hovered five feet off the ground
With finger pointed at me

She looked at me with kind eyes
That sparkled with all hues to see
I knew somehow we’ve met before
And a riddle she did tell me:

“I’m going to tell you something
You knew before you got worse
It’s you who started everything
That you call your ‘Universe’ ”

“In the beginning you did decide to be
And decided you could see
And then you put things there to see
So that a game for you there’d be”

“For when you looked from your place
To the things you made to see
My friend you didn’t know it then
But space was created by thee”

“Then when you played with others
Looking at what they too made
You all forgot who made what
And solid those forms became”

“And as you all interacted
With changing solids based on lies
Little friend don’t you see
You all created time”

“Over time you all forgot
You were not that what you’d be
From one life to another
You forgot more. Don’t you see?”

“The forms you took in many lives
You oft did see them die
That made you think that you too died
But that is just a lie”

“You just need to remember
You are not really small
Time, solids, space and energy
You did create them all”

I pondered on her riddle
As she did disappear
Somehow I knew when I figured it out
Great wisdom was truly there.

Somehow I knew my barriers
Were truly a silly shame
And everything that restricted me
Was there just to play a game.

Another Faery descended
Her face was young yet old
She seemed everything good
A smile made of pure gold

She told me how to see them always
“You use not human eyes
You have to look beyond your mind
Beyond the human lies.”

“You have to first see yourself
As you really are
A beautiful, simple spirit
Who creates from near and far”

“I know that you have missed us
We all have missed you too
But to come home you can’t be body
You simply must be you”

“For when you can rise above the lies
Of space, solids and time
And see what you really are
You can see us any time”

Another came down, circling me
Giggling all the way
Said she was one who played with me
Said she was Sister Play

She told me that three lifetimes ago
When I sat with stuffed bear and cat
She shared the tea party we all did have
As we laughed at my funny hat

“I was with you on your daddy’s shoulders
When with him you did play
And laughed with you at nothing
At all the magic we made”.

“When your young life was a game to you
And you loved to simply play
Remember it went on for years and years
And we played and played all day”

“But you then refused to see me
After you decided you were too old
Though I was often by your side
You forgot life was a game you mold”

She then had fits of giggles
Saying she knows more we will play
When I am ready to see her always
Not just from day to day

She kissed me on my nose
And smiled as she whispered to me
“I know you’re really my sister”
Then she flew off like a bee

I then looked over to my left
The oddest thing I did see
Another beautiful Faery
Was conversing with a tree

To my right another Faery
Wagging her finger up and down
Was telling a remorseful dragon
To “put that bunny down”

The dragon let the bunny go
The Faery hopped up on his head
And up into the skies they did soar
Laughing with no words said

I noticed just ten feet ahead
Around a small hill there did run
The strangest bird-like creature
One leg longer than the other one

I ran next to the creature
Saying “kind sir who are you?
And why is the right leg longer
Then the left by a factor of two”

It gave me a funny look
As if somehow I was on pills
Said “I am Side Hill Goucher
And these legs help me run on hills”

I asked it why it ran round and round
In circles with no end sought
It looked at me as if puzzled
Then shrugged and said “why not?”

Just then another Faery
She flew out from the wood
And chatted to me rapidly
Yet somehow I understood

With a voice between that of chipmunk
And a high-pitch chirping bird
Her voice was truly melodious
Yet without one earth-based word.

She told me in her chirping voice
So clearer than any word
Said she was Sister Mischief
And she’d show me how to get that bird.

She flew ahead of the running Goucher
They laughed as it chased her quick
Then she turned back quick the other way
As Goucher fell for her big trick

But now with it’s long leg uphill
And it’s smaller leg facing down
Goucher tumbled down the hill over itself
As Mischief laughed and flew all round

The befuddled Side Hill Goucher
Said “Sister you got me good”
Then changed back into a Faery
Chasing Mischief through the wood

I saw their trails of sparkles
As they both shot from here to there
And even when they disappeared
Their laugher I could still hear

Now much to my amazement
I saw flying above me now
The oddest bird you ever saw
Flying backwards, I know not how.

I shouted to the flying bird
“What, kind sir, is your name?
And why do you fly backwards sir?
That just seems so insane”

It looked down on me and smiled.
Said “I’m ‘Bondalarry Bird’ now and then
And I don’t care where I’m going
I just care where I’ve been”.

I shouted up to the backwards bird
Said “what deeper meaning is there
In flying backwards up and down
Over there and over here?”.

I faintly heard it’s answer
As it disappeared from sight
It said “stop seeking ‘deeper answers’
I just chose it this way tonight”.

“What’s here is here simply because
We decided to play games
Complexity is filled with lies
Simplicity is where freedom reigns”.

The entire world around me
Was full of joy and games
Whenever Faeries flew close to the ground
In their trails the flowers sprang

Everywhere there was dancing
Everything was charmed
No matter what form anyone took
No one was ever harmed

Then another flew up to my ear
Said she was Sister Song
Said when as maiden I sang with rapture
She carried on high my song

That time that I felt wonder
At all the beauty that I saw
Another Farey said she joined me then
Told me she was Sister Awe

Sister Nature then babbled to me
Saying “I was there when you did look
I was talking to you everyday
When I was babbling brook”

This all seemed to go on forever
And yet no time was gone
As sister after sister re-introduced herself
Each filling me with her song

Then the radiant Beauty from on high
Said no matter where I roam
“You were once being one of us
And one day you’ll be welcomed home”

Suddenly I could clearly tell
That the Beauty still in sight
Was signaling to all her sisters
That the time was indeed now right

The Sisters came from everywhere
From the skies, from brooks from trees
Each Sister stopped what she was doing
And rested on her knees

Each did raise her head on high
Some briefly but some for long
And from them what could now be heard
Was the wondrous Faeries’ song

So beautiful were the melodies
And everything you saw
The tones, the pitch and all the sounds
They truly defined “awe”

Somehow I knew the melodies
From the Faeries’ song
Were carrying dreams from worlds around
Into the heavens where they belong

I laid back in the clearing
As I did close my eyes
And drifted with the Faery Song
Knowing truth now instead of lies

But when I did now open my eyes
The woods behind my house I did see
Where once was Beauty and wisps of lights
The full moon and stars there’d be

All now really seemed quite normal
Except inside of me
I now knew the Fae was always close
Deep inside of me

I felt like I could hardly breathe
All the joy I held inside
Though all the trees stopped dancing
I felt this love and magic inside

The sisters had reminded me
Finding the path back home I can
When I first can take responsibility
For the spirit I really am

For the final steps of the path
Are not walked with human feet
Instead the wonderful path back home
Is walked with spiritually and responsibility.

I will go and live for now
And be the best I can do or say
But I’ll never forget my visit
With the Sisters of the Fae.

Author's Notes: Whether your home is filled with Faery song, or be in a great hall where noble beings celebrate endlessly with great horns of ale and continued contests without pain, or be it a home of quiet serenity or a gathering of forever happy loved ones, or whatever else you remember and/or dream, may you all indeed find your way back home.

And may your path home be filled with kindness, enlightenment and the spirit of play. And may that path home you pave be held together by the responsibility you take for knowing your true self, looking past the lies, to see just how incredible you really are. ) 0 (

I want to dedicate this to my father who passed on to another existence years ago. He told me wondrous stories of the “Side Hill Gouchers” and the “Bond-A- Larry” birds and much, much more.

Author's Location: Penacook, New Hampshire
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