Dr. Kac Young (author of Living the Faery Life) shares the heartfelt story of Helen- a blind squirrel who impacted her life.

And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it. – Roald Dahl

Clarification: Faery or Fairy – doesn’t matter. They know who they are. So I will use both.

The Star of the Page

Introducing Helen. Mentioned in our interview, she is the blind squirrel who befriended Kac. We talked about their relationship and how she just took it upon herself to adopt Kac and her household as her own family. She remained independent but followed a routine schedule for socializing (and snacking).

Helen is deceased but her antics remain a fond memory for Kac. She was no ordinary squirrel. And that relationship introduces how Faeries/Fairies who choose to connect with us might appear in a form we find non-threatening and familiar.

Entertaining Faeries

Kac Young Interview, Wendy’s Coffeehouse

Living the Faery Life: A Guide to Connecting with the Magic, Power and Joy of the Enchanted Realm. Available at Amazon.

About the Author. Bio: Kac Young is a three-doctorate, prolific author who has studied world religions extensively and has worked in television for over thirty years. Living the Faery Life draws upon the ancient wisdom of her Celtic roots. Website.

Included in the book and in our interview, one of the most fascinating stories has a very strong paranormal theme. Kac tells about her experience with the Apple Dolls.

Kac’s book is informative, entertaining and inviting and includes recipes for attracting faeries in your space. Trading stories after the interview, Kac forwarded this link for a wonderfully authentic Faery Whisperer. Truly an amazing space to explore/visit. The video is worth watching.

The Faery Whisperer

Pat Noone is a farmer in Galway with a strong belief in fairies – he has a fairy portal and a fairy fort on his land that he says has brought him much luck.

Read more about Pat: Independent. In the video above, Pat mentions Yeats having ‘gone with the faeries’ and I include his poem here.

A Faery Poem

“The Stolen Child” – William Butler Yeats

The poem was written in 1886 and is considered to be one of Yeats’s more notable early poems. The poem is based on Irish legend and concerns faeries beguiling a child to come away with them. Yeats had a great interest in Irish mythology about faeries resulting in his publication of Fairy and Folk Tales of the Irish Peasantry in 1888 and Fairy Folk Tales of Ireland in 1892. Source: Wiki. (This poem is in public domain.)

Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we’ve hid our faery vats,
Full of berries
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand.
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim grey sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We footed all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And is anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Away with us he’s going,
The solemn-eyed: He’ll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than he can understand.

Faeries on Film

Curious about Faeries and seeking validation for my own encounters through the years, I read lots of accounts. I also discovered New Zealand researcher Gary Cook and immediately ordered his video, available on the website.

Voices From the Forest: “Documentary from sacred sites Archaeologist Gary Cook who wanted to find out whether the faery folk beings are physical or whether they live in another dimension.” Preview the trailer. There is a surprise ending for this film.

My Turn to Share – a Fairy Encounter

I hadn’t given much thought to the number of Faery encounters I have had, but now it seems they are more present in my everyday environment than I realized. One encounter that stands out as unique got my attention in a way I could not have anticipated.

Weeding the landscape near the house, I was sitting in the grass and pretty much lost in thought about something and nothing. In the nothing zone and pulling any greenery that didn’t belong in that plot, I heard the sound of voices close by. I stopped weeding and focused on listening.

There was no one else around outside that I could see. I was alone. The sound continued and got louder and it seemed like a song. The voices sounded like children – on helium – and the song was about rain.

In the sky directly above the yard, the clouds almost formed a distinct dividing line. Clear on the South and cloudy to the North. It was dry at the moment, warm and pleasant.

What happened next was an amazing thing to see. As the unseen chorus sang their song, I noticed the clouds above began to shift to align over the yard. Sprinkles showered down for a few minutes and then the clouds floated back to their previous state.

In repeating the words to the song, I realized it was more like a chant: “Mother bring the rain that we might drink.”

Although I never saw anyone, their voices were so clear and present it seemed we were in the same space. I remember that moment as something special and feel very lucky to have been included in their ceremony. It was just a few sprinkles – but the clouds (Mother) responded to the request – and that was all they wanted. The singing stopped. But the energy remained.

Magical.