Faeries & Our Magic Dust

As a little girl, I found myself spending hours alone in the woods around my house, playing for hours on end. I had very special spots in those woods where I felt at home, where I could feel myself surrounded by energy and spirit. There was this one low hanging branch that always called out to me, and I would sit there, alone, and be transported to another world. By the time I would hear my mom calling me inside, I would realize that what had felt like only minutes had maybe been hours! I look back on those times and I realize that while I was physically sitting on that branch in my human world, I was actually being transported to a world just beyond my eyesight. And while I could never fully remember what I did when I was where I was, I knew that it filled me with a sort of joy and wonder that not much else in my physical life did. I felt swept away, as if I were dancing through the woods, the forest floor kicking up around me in a symbiotic dance of energy without a body to hinder its flow. As an adult, I now know that in those times I was swept away to the world of the Faerie Kingdom, and I was dancing - dancing with the trees and the grasshoppers and the beautiful Faerie folk that found and welcomed me there.

I have always believed in Faeries

As I have grown, this belief has only increased. I believe in house Faeries, woods Faeries, Faeries of all kinds. I love to read books about faerie lore and Celtic wisdom, and the more I learn the more I am affirmed in all the things that I experienced, felt, and naturally knew as a child. Even now, at 32, when I return to those woods of my childhood I can feel the call of my friends - the swirling energy of their activity and curiosity. The thing about Faeries that makes them such wonderful (and somewhat tricky) friends is that they are just as curious about us as we may be of them. Perhaps even more so! To them we are magical creatures in our own right - with a different experience of time, existence, and physical presence. It is through this curiosity and wonder that the Fae Folk stay connected to us and willingly extend their magical and deeply-earth bound energy to us humans when we need and deserve it.

At some point in my childhood, I acquired a bottle of Faerie Dust. It was your sort of run of the mill Tinker Bell product - but to me, it was not some Disney souvenir. I loved Tinker Bell, yes, but only because she was the most present representation of a Faerie I had in my young life - she was a figurehead onto which I could project the feelings and knowledge I had about my Fae friends without being told I was silly. So when I received a bottle of her special glitter, I knew that it would automatically be blessed with that power and joy that I felt each time I'd sit on that branch in the woods. I could feel the energy emanating from the bottle, and when I would pull the cork out it was as if a little burst of love popped out with it. I knew that through my connection to them, the Faeries had blessed that bottle of commercialized glitter and had made it something truly special, truly magical, just for me.

When I would find myself in sad, upsetting, or scary moments, I would pour a teeny bit of that glitter out into my small, little girl hand, close my eyes tight, and sprinkle it over my head. Looking back, I realize I was doing a lot of other things in those moments too - even in fear or sadness I would open my heart big and wide, and my third eye too. I can still feel the bodily sensations of some of those moments, and I feel both the anxiety and tension but also the expansiveness in my heart and head. I would be transported again, in those moments, swirled up in the energies of love and wonder sent out by my Faerie Friends, and I would instantly feel better. I think what I was really feeling in those moments was the glory of being fully connected to the Earth and all of her power and presence. I was grounding myself through the power of the Faerie connection, and I am forever grateful to my Faerie friends for sharing their love and energy with me in those tough times.


I think what I was really feeling in those moments was the glory of being fully connected to the Earth and all of her power and presence. I was grounding myself through the power of the Faerie connection, and I am forever grateful to my Faerie friends for sharing their love and energy with me in those tough times.

Not long ago, I was helping my mom organize some things in her house - the same house in which I grew up. Around that same time, I was beginning to academically connect to my Faerie experiences - learning about the Celtic wisdom and lore that has helped human beings understand the Faerie World for centuries. It was an exciting time to revisit my mom's home and the woods and trees there, and from the first moment of the visit I could feel my Faerie friends' excitement and respect at my learning more deeply about them and their culture, their world. Faerie's often only share themselves with people who have a deeply honest and genuine interest in and knowledge about them. The more we prove ourselves to respect, honor, and desire to protect Faeries and their kingdom, the closer we often are allowed to get.

As we were clearing out her pantry, I found, on the very highest shelf all the way back, my bottle of magical Tinker Bell Faerie dust. It was a truly tremendous moment! In its absence, I had almost accepted that the bottle was just a figment of my childhood memory - some gloriously glittery coping mechanism I had drummed up with magical little girl intention. But NO! There it was, real as the light of day, still in it's original plain white oval packaging. I opened up that boring tube and there it was, inside, my specially blessed bottle of Faerie magic. I held it in my hands and felt so many things at once - but one of the most significant things I felt was that same sort of Earth-bound joy that helped comfort me all those years ago. I knew that my friends had brought that bottle back to me, as a thank you for my renewed and deepened interest in them and their world. I could feel their energy so clearly - it was magical. That same visit, three rings that I had lost previously re-appeared, and a couple of other things that had been missing for my brother and mom re-appeared too. Before I left, I made sure to leave some gifts at the trees where I had left gifts for my friends as a child. And sure enough, just as would happen back all those years ago, not long after I placed the special trinkets did I find they were gone - surely squirreled away by those wonderful Faerie friends who I am so blessed and thankful to know and love.

I knew that my friends had brought that bottle back to me, as a thank you for my renewed and deepened interest in them and their world.

When I returned to my studio after that wonder-filled trip home, I knew what I had to do. I had to make my own magical Faerie dust. I had to share that incredible power and presence of mind, body and spirit I experienced as a child - and I had a responsibility to share my knowledge of and love for my Faerie friends with the world as well! You might think this is all just a bunch of silly business, but I think you will find that this magical glitter is truly imbued with the enveloping, loving, and supportive energies that are characteristic of Faerie magic. Even before selling a single packet, my Faerie friends helped to affirm this truth to me (and my mom, as well - just in case she had any lingering doubts that needed to be quelled, of course. Faeries hate doubts!).

My mom was the first person I gave a packet of Magical Dust to, during a visit she made to Tucson. I had only given her one packet, but there was a second packet laying around and she mindlessly grabbed it when leaving for the airport. As she de-boarded the plane in Dallas for her layover, she went to pull something out of her pocket. She realized she had dropped something, and when she went back to see what it was, she found a cleaning woman sweeping whatever it was into her bin. My mom looked down and saw that it was that second packet of Magic Dust! She stopped the woman, and as the the woman brought her dustpan up to pull the item out and return it to my mom, she too saw what it was. "Magical Dust!" this 50-something year old woman said to my mother. "Magical Dust!" said my mom, "I bet you didn't know that the dust you were just sweeping up was the magical kind!". They took a moment and looked over what they had found, and my mom, sensing this woman's intrigue and energy, asked the woman if she would like to have it. She explained to her that she didn't even realize it was in her pocket, and that she had one of her own already. The woman accepted, and gave my mom a hug. She then looked at her with deep emotion in her eyes and said something like, "This is exactly what I needed today. How did you know?"

 

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