Friday

4:18 am The treat for tonight was the white cake with sprinkles Cassandra had chosen the other day. A diminutive Winged Faery came to me and by a motion of her right had asked that I follow her to a location on the back of the headboard. “Ron, we know you and Cassandra want to be together more but we are starting to let some other Faeries stay with you in the daytime. This will give them the opportunity to see what is like working inside you. Please don’t get angry at me for this decision. We will work with them so they will be able to communicate with you like Cassandra does. Most of the communication will be through thought but some of course will be with vibrations. Is this okay with you, Yes Marie, we understand the need for this training and it is okay with me. That’s fine Ron, thank you and I will be helping out the next few days if you need anything ask me. Love Marie and the Gnomes 

Marie was true to her word this morning as I woke to admire the devilish curls on the back of my hair I realized that I had a different helper. Sylvia was named to assist Karen and they will be leaving in a few minutes for Folsom. I in turn, have met Melissa who starting today will be with me and Marie to learn the ropes of this human communiqué thing. I look forward to the time we will have together and I am positive she does also. We started off with our coffee with two sugars but in place of vanilla flavored creamer Melissa asked for hazelnut. It will be an interesting day and I welcome my new guests.

Saturday

4:35 am roared awake by a mighty lion, his, mane tufted in the wind as he stalked up the headboard to this note. “Ron, good morning we loved the pie and thank you and Karen very much, you are nice to think of lemon pie and of course the banana crème also. We want you to know that everything will be okay with the book. Do not worry so much about the publisher. People will find the book once it is in print and we will be ready to work with them. We would like to stay with you today but we have pressing issues in Faery. Cassandra will be back to stay with you again during the daytime. I do not think Melissa is going to work out because she is too shy. If you want, we can try another male but you and Cassandra are in truth, good friends and we honor this as well. It would not be Peter because he is still upset with you. Please go back to bed and get some more rest, and again it will be all right. We will make sure the book gets taken care of after it publishes. Thank you again, Marie and Plimtens and Cassandra, we love you and good night.” I was ready to participate in an apprentice program but apparently it takes more grit to put up with humans than one might expect.  Caretaking a human is not for the faint of heart, on with life, maybe we can do something fun now that the book is about ready.

 6:55 am the light of mornings sun shined through the plantation shutters and the lamp on the nightstand cast a broad Shadow. Above this Shadow a male Faery fluttered down and stopped on the edge between light and dark. He continued to flutter, hovering until from the shadows flew a helicopter and dangling from the ropes at the bottom of the chopper was a freight box that remained tied as he took off for parts unknown.

I turned no the opposite side and from the Shadows near the bathroom door a Winged Faery took flight from the show into the openness of the white wall. Behind her there was another and another and yet another until ten winged beauties had flown from the bedroom. Karen’s Faery Do was a thing of beauty this morning as her new perm turned into giant curls. My hair was styled also but I had horns and the front was pulled down to hide that my forehead is large and shiny.

3:38 am the picture of the broadleaf on the bedroom wall took on three distinguishing appearances this morning. In the lower right had corner, “Bugs Bunny” stood face to face in an animated, so to speak, conversation with a familiar coyote. It was a tête-à-tête that I knew would sway in the favor of the cartoon rabbit. Just on top of “Bugs” in the top right hand corner of the broadleaf print was the “Tasmanian Devil”. This fearless creature twirled about imitating the whirling dervish that commits the same act when exciting an out-of-body experience.

5:23 am a coconut and custard filled Danish for the nighttime snack spawned this note. A canine sleuth in trench coat and carrying a magnifying glass followed the trail up the headboard to this message. “Ron, good morning, we are happy that you have someone to publish the book and it is time to move on now. We have much work to do and we need you to finish this process. Please mail it to the publisher today. We are sorry that you and Cassandra feel the need to be together as much because the other Faeries want to spend time with you also. Please consider this request and I will talk to Cassandra also. We are looking at other people now, some of them are friends that you have introduced to us. John ——— seems ready for us but he still smokes, please talk to him. We are also looking at Amber but she asks too many questions about us that we do not want to answer as of yet. Please ask her if she is ready to receive us and we will wait on her answer. Karna and Jeanette, but now Jeanette is pregnant so we should not do this with her because she will be frightened that it will hurt the baby somehow and we understand that need. We must go now, please think about my request and thank you for the snacks as always they were wonderful, Love Marie.” 

6:45 am Cassandra was a foot away as I woke she move with the grace of an angel to the area of the king sized headboard and six inches from my face. She tarried momentarily, peeking around the corner of the embossed insets. She wanted to let me know that I had over slept because the clocks leapt forward an hour this morning. Not wanting in whip her in an argument, I trudged to the kitchen to make the coffee. It looked as if rain was in the forecast today and by nightfall, it was a full downpour. Cassandra and I planted the Japanese maple, “Red Dragon”, in the serenity garden on the north side of the house this morning and the rain will be welcomed.

Later this day Cassandra and I spoke to Maries request about sharing time with the other Faeries. Ron, we must do as Marie asks, she is wise and should take her advice. What do you feel? In reply I told Cassandra that I felt this to be a good thing. Cassandra answered in kind, let’s do it then, when do you want to start? Tomorrow, okay we agreed. And so it was that we began to invite all Faeries to share the human experience.

11:37-11:50 pm

White cake with strawberry icing and topped with delicious mixed fruit was our snack for the evening. Gnomes, Ivan, Albert, Adam and Noah were present at the foot of the bed. Noah was being kidded about being kin to a male human’s body part and it sounded as if the guys were having too much fun with him. A wrestling match broke out at the bottom of bed, in and out of my legs until Karen got up to use bathroom. This brought a swift conclusion to the rough house activity

2:34 am a twelve inch tall Santa Claus arrived to tell me that he was preparing for a pre Christmas run. He went to the nearest wall and with the most methodical movement stuffed bags of toys in a sleigh until no more sacks would fit. He waddled to the front of his vehicle and one by one hitched the reindeer in harnesses adorned with garland and silver bells. He gave me one last glance then a wave of the left hand as he sat in the driver’s seat holding the reigns. Up he went and as he passed overhead, I heard the bells of Christmas morning as they pinged out jingle bells. A kin to the darkness of night he was soon gone leaving a calm stillness in the room.

4:27 am she worked her way along the dark wicker headboard, passing Karen’s new perm that imitated the remnants of a windstorm in the night. Isabella had styled Karen’s hair with help from the Plimtens and now they came for me. She fluttered softly to within twelve inches of my eyes and then held in place while I drifted in peace back to sleep.

Mornings light arrived around 5:20 am and I remained with the covers pulled up around my neck all the while my eyes refused to open. Even with my eyes closed, I saw in the distance one of the girls fluttering about. Without warning, it was as if a snowstorm appeared from the heavens and drove with furry past the hovering Faery. This was an event that I recalled in a lucid dream months ago and it was occurring in the present with clarity.

I shower now waking slow with each droplet of water but in remembrance of the Faery gifts that were awarded me during the nighttime hours. I ward aloud, “watch out”, just before whipping the towel behind my neck and follow with a rustle of drying what hair I have remaining. I know now after six years of daily showers with the Faeries that they are well aware of the slippery slopes of human forgetfulness but I choose to remind them any ways.

Luna is perched atop my forehead as I finish my last cup of coffee and chase it down with Listerine, a sip and a swash about and out the door to our truck we go. She vibrates on my wrinkled forehead to remind me what a glorious day we face as we slide behind the steering wheel and buckle up for the short twenty minute jaunt across the bridge to Martinez.

Before going even a block I receive a smooch on my left cheek preceded by the puff of wind stirred by her tiny wings. I smile and wish Luna a good day knowing that the kiss was the trumpets heralding Cassandra’s arrival as my companion for the rest of the day and into the evening hours of bedtime.  Cassandra greets me with her own vibration that I have come to know quite well. After acknowledging each other following her absence in the night I ask her silently for the type of treat she wishes to have for the morning hours. She responded this morning in kind with the telepathic thought of a vanilla cupcake adorned with red icing formed to resemble the face of the television’s own “Elmo”.

September, 21, 2008

I am at the computer this afternoon with Marie, one of my favorites. She came to spend this lazy Sunday with me hovering about as we snack and watch a little football. Actually the cartoons are on downstairs and that is her preference. At a loss for some exciting words to share with the Humankind I have decided to communicate with the Faery and Marie just happens to be the only one here today.

Marie what do you think of our blog and our attempt to reconnect you with the Humankind. “Thank you Ron for being here for us. It is by God’s blessing only that you have decided to reincarnate for the earthen experience at this time of great spiritual awakening. I and the others of Faery do not believe sometimes that you are real and how well you treat us. We appreciate your willingness to treat us as equals at every fork in the road. It has been hundreds of years for us living along side of your kind but rarely have we been seen much less heard. Many of the Humankind still treat us like lepers because they believe we are linked with their Lucifer that dark conception of evil. Evil only exists in Mankind because you believe in the thought.  If you were to be only of love and light you would not worry so much of the unseen that make noise in the dark.

Ron, you were once an elf in your finest hours in the plateau of Faery. You have decided to come here at this time of great spiritual change for all dimensions of earth. We are only a small portion of the light beings that have arrived in your third dimension to assist you with this growth. As you learn of new ways to use the tools of love and light your vibration changes and your molecules move faster with each given day. The earth is rising to the fifth dimension in vibration and it matters not how some of the Humankind try to sabotage this effort.  For those of you who do not want to give up the hate and greed your ego will remain in tact. You may not enjoy the experience of ascension like the many who choose to support the light of the Creator of all Things”.

We are overjoyed for those of you who join us on the next level of evolution. You have heard stories of the Faery but this will be your time to reunite with us as caretakers of the planet. We will rake and hoe the seeds of love into the overturned fertile soil of human existence.  For those that remain in ego take the dignity from us if you dare. You will soon cease to exist on this level because your molecules will not keep pace with the heart of the universe. This message is also for those of the cosmos that would appear at this time to take from our mother. She has been weakened by centuries of human abuse and will not tolerate what you have planned. If you come as light then you must act as the love you offer, if you do not you are not welcome here.

As 2012 approaches there are many scenarios of what will or will not take place. Humankind has just begun to feel the changes brought about by the speed at which your shells of Humankind begin the process of ascension. Daily, you will begin to see those that you refer to as dwellers of the spirit world or ghosts of the corridor that lie between your life and death. These beings of the dimension of transition, Faery, beings of Myth and those that dwell in the dimension of Dragons and the ET are in the process of descending upon you. Small children, Teens and those adults who remain open to the coming changes have already seen this vision. Welcome the light and the love of these beings that come to your dimension for this time of great change. However, be cautious of those who make your plight here on our Mother sound too easy. Love and Light Marie

2:38 am a new experience awaited me as I struggled to open my eyes. Somehow, I knew not to open my eyes all the way, as I peered through my eyelashes. Cassandra was falling away with her arm outstretched giving me the appearance of an angel shimmering in the white of godliness. Her head was easy to identify but the rest of her torso blended with the extremes of beauty in light that I followed until she disappeared into the morning shadows.

4:50 am the broadleaf picture on the wall was going to the dogs. The lower corner was crowed with three different breeds at play. They spun and twirled in canine bliss to the point where I was not able to distinguish ownership of any tail.

6:07 am what resembled a quite attractive Faery moved forward to the bedside. I knew in an instant that she was far too tall to be the real thing. At this point, I estimated the hologram height to be a foot tall but as she continued approaching, she began to shrink until her outline was about six inches. She moved ghostlike to the headboard where she lined the back of the bed with a flower garden that transformed into these words. “Good Morning Ron, how are you? We have been here all night to watch over you and Karen as you slept. Thank you for the nice snacks again, but do you think we might have lemon pie tonight? Well it’s been a long day for us and we must go to get some rest, we will see you tonight, your friends, the Plimtens and Marie”. The holographic Faery continued to plant her tulips in the garden the whole time I read.

8:00 pm after a vegan style dinner Cassandra and I went to the kitchen for the nighttime treats (lemon pie) to take to the respective alters in the bedrooms. Afterwards we noticed a chill in the family room as we snuggled under the throw on the couch to watch an hour of television before bedtime. I felt her release with a slight pang to the right side of the forehead. She fluttered about and tidied up my hair before it was time to flip the television stations to cartoons for the night. She broke away from the cartoons long enough to make the journey upstairs to tuck me in and I fell fast asleep this night knowing all was well with the world.

The message from the Faeries this day is from Luna, a beautiful pixie. She is smaller than the winged Faeries at about one full inch from head to toe. She is full of spunk as are most pixies as she usually insists on her way of doing things. Luna has red hair and brown eyes when she is able to appear in full color, mostly she is coloring book in body. Luna would like to say thank you to all of those of the Humankind who believe in the Faerie existence. It is important to all Faeries for this belief as it makes them a reality in the dimension of Humankind.

After the last entry, I received an email from a good friend checking on my personal welfare. Although I have been blessed with an enchanted life, I too am human with humanlike tendencies. In these dark times, I slip into the abyss of helplessness but I have been given the strength to climb out hand over hand on friendship. The Faeries remind me that they too are friends to humankind and will be here for us, promising to be at my side until the end of all times. They visited again last evening to thank Karen and me for scrumptious lemon pie from “Nation’s”. They appeared as children beating the drums of life back into this tired body and I would like to begin sharing some of their past visits with you.

3:30am a rollerblade enthusiast swooped in from mid air and as I followed with my eyes, he jammed to the back of headboard. Another note was spelled out, “Ron, how are you, we are proud of you. You said you would do it for us and you did. We consider you our friend for life. As the rollerblades turned into a push scooter, the young lad ran along side. Soon he went faster and faster until the figure morphed into a motorcycle that sped away without headlights into the night.

I got out of bed and booted the computer so I could answer the note. Good Morning Marie, I am sure that it will require some more work on our part to finish the book when it comes back from the publisher (boy, was this an understatement). They will probably have a lot to rewrite for me since I am not a writer but I am up to the task. Marie answered in-kind, “I’m sure you are Ron, you have been working very hard for us, and us for you. We really do appreciate you and all that you do for us”. Thanks Marie, I answered, if you want to get started on another book let me know because I think our first one is long enough. We will see what happens but I am sure it will be a success. People are migrating towards the spiritual collective consciousness of “one” and I believe we will see a push in our direction. “If you give me more information about Faery, we should use it in the next book, agreed? “ Yes,” Marie agreed.

Marie added, “The Plimtens are the smallest of us and they have really been affected by the air quality. They are ethereal like most in Faery but they still breathe with their little lungs. Faery is dying with your dimension Ron and we are not sure what will happen unless the tide of pollution is slowed. People pollute a lot and I am sure we can get some more to be with us in this battle but big business may need much more help being convinced by your science.”

To me it has been evident by the Faery contacts over the last few years that the world as we know is changing forever. This is a sampling of the the dimensionals that have come at this time in the history of Humankind to aid in our spiritual evolution. Some of the humankind I have talked with over this time period have thought that I must be just a tad off my rocker. I might add that they just may be right but the Faeries are my friends and would never tell me that the mind is about to go. We share our home and the time at the job with any Faery that might want a quick snack or spend an hour in front of the cartoons.  A laughing matter this is not, at least not at the monent.

6:30 am I woke to the sight of one of the small Faeries letting me know that it would be nice to start the day, and that coffee with sugar and cream would be appreciated in front of the cartoons. I did not recognize this brave soul but she was ever so tiny, fluttering from my face to the bedpost where she vanished by becoming what hides in a portion of the dark wicker. After we made coffee we worked on the entry to the journal and she was gracious enough to tell me her name was Bernice, and she was a Pixie and about a half-inch tall. It has been on rare occasion that no images have appeared in the night but this night was different. To my surprise, Bernice remained with me all day and into the evening hours right up until bedtime. This is a first for me to have Pixie company this long on any given day.

I have learned that anything and everything is possible when Faeries are concerned. If you want to believe in something then it can be manifested into reality. We are living in a world of a believed existence and everything around us is manifested by thought alone over a long period of time. Fairies will eventually find you in a home type setting but a person must keep a sharp eye if one expects to see Faeries in the wild. “Have you ever had a Faery experience?” there are questions you can pose to yourself as a measure of possible lifetime encounters.

Have you ever seen a Faery Ring? “Faery Rings” are usually a good sign of their presence in nature settings and they are seen as a circle of mushrooms under a tree or in areas that typically are proliferated with wild flowers. You must remember of course, that mushrooms always grow when there is more than adequate water and shade and there  must be a judgment of possibilities when seeing wild mushrooms. Faeries do not live under the ground but they have instead marked the area to show human friendships in their local area for those who pursue Faery aquaintenances.

Have you ever seen unexplainable flickers of light from your peripheral vision? If you have ever seen a quick flash of light from the corner of your eye between dusk and dawn, it well may be that Faeries have been in your area. These twinkling lights of red, blue, green, gold or white represent the attending Faeries aura and are sometimes used to convey a Faery presence to someone of human birthright. Faeries often use their blinking beacons to thank you for something that you have done for the environment or perhaps for a gift or treat given to them spawned by love. More likely, they are joking with you as they are the masters of comedy and deception.

When you are at play in the great out-of-doors these nature angels are at your side gathering energy to complete their undaunting task of caring for Mother Earth.  If you have been working and tending for the environment in any manner have you experienced rustling leaves on a windless day? If so, you have experienced a Faery greeting. Faeries of the earth, water, air and fire communicate with each other in this manner making a grand entrance as an acknowledge of another life presence. Sylphs of the air will challenge your senses in this manner and they are also known for delivering a familiar sweet smell of nature to you, when someone near you may not smell anything at all. Faeries often extract sweet aromas from plants for natural perfume or one person’s nose may be more sensitive than another’s sense of smell. If Faeries are in a physical relation to your presence there are usually more than one sign pointing to their ethereal presence.

Have you ever heard music from an unknown source while at play or work in nature? The Faeries tell me that some people are audio sensitive and will hear Faeries singing. This can be a variable range of notes that mimic human voice and musical instruments.  I have never experienced this phenomena but I do know Faery lovers that feel a presence and claim to hear music when I am sensing by feel that Faeries are near to me. Have you ever hummed, sang or told a campfire story and had animals appear from the depths of nature’s protection? In general, animals love music. It does sometimes draw them to the location from where it originates but the storey telling part does not fit for most animals because they have learned to fear the voices of Humankind if not used with music.

If you are telling or reading a story and a small animal appears you may be looking at a “shape shifter”. Real-life Faeries are energy shifters and they have the ability to make you believe that they are anything they wish to be. In a matter of a few short moments I have seen a solitary Faery Shape change into a spider, butterfly, moth, fish and lastly a crawfish. The total size for a single Faery to shift is approximately three inches square. To become anything larger requires additional energy thus many Faeries may be involved in a “veiled creation” of let’s say a rabbit or a deer. The veil creation is an anomaly used to change forms by using the veil to cast a slight doubt. When I see the Faeries using the veil, I am usually waking from a dead sleep and it precedes their magic tricks.

We approach the silly questions now that seem to surface in every conversation I have ever had about Faeries. Are things being stolen, and ending up in odd places” Old age is overtaking you at this point or maybe you have become too forgetful. If this were happening to you, my suggestion would be to install a nanny cam. “Faeries do not take what is not given”. Well, sometimes they borrow something shiney but they always return it, to one spot or another. Have you ever had a feeling as if you’re being watched when in nature? Haven’t we all. There are plenty of reasons for this one, normal and abnormal. If a person is in nature, the feeling possibly  comes from Faery presence but again it could be derived from indigenous creatures in hiding to avoid their presence being found out. Have you ever felt uncomfortable in your own basement, attic or dark areas in your house? Dark Elves usually live in these places. Just kidding, Dark Elves may be nearby but they are most often found where it is warm and carpeted. Stop watching chiller movies or try carrying a flashlight or turn on a light so you do not appear so foolish, Dark Elves are not sinister in way, shape, or form.

Do your dreams often consist of outdoor environments  thus you are in sync with Faeries? The dreams from your psyche are a hundred million to one long shot to be connected with Faery in any sense of the imagination. Of course, if you think you are experiencing an out-of-the-body or lucid dream because of what you see in the sleep-wake state it may be Faeries. If you are awake and know your experiences are real but cannot prove it; maybe it is Faeries; relax and enjoy the happenings.

All beings who reside in the “Dimension of Faery” are intelligent and have the gift of reason. Do not sell them short in the intelligence department; or this may well be the last chance you are given to interact with them. Faeries come in all shapes and sizes and may not be able to interact with Humankind because its consciousness lives on another plane of existence but it lives thus, it is a presence of divine creation. To be on the safe side it is best not to step on any living creature and absolutely no hunting or fishing. Most of us mere mortals will not want to be responsible for making the judgment that it is time for another soul to be cast from the earth experience.

 ”Come faeries, take me out of this dull world
for I would ride with you upon the wind
and dance upon the mountain like a flame”

WB Yeats

Tonight’s snack was bananas with honey and milk in our bedroom and a nice glass of cold milk and a small plate of pink iced cookies with sprinkles for the Faery Room.

2:08 am

she soared into the room from the direction of the door and cruised the air space above the bed. It was but a single moment before her broom struck the shadows on the wall and imbedded butt first into the now torn sheetrock. I had seen this figure before but this time her entrance was more flamboyant and she had a new finish to the skit. After straightening her pointed hat, she soon stood along side the broomstick where she tugged at the wooden spike until it popped from its secure connection in the wall. Like magic, the hole disappeared and she was quick to straddle her ride, kicking downwards with her right leg. I laughed aloud but remain cautious, as this was a kick that only a “Biker Momma” might deliver. I could tell the broom handle had began to rev and this witch traded her black cape and pointed boots for a leather duster and pants complete with chaps and chrome knuckle studded gloves. The saddle bags hung low on what was now a twelve foot chopper with a 12” gooseneck and completed with a 2” rake and 30-over wide glide. She straddled the 96ci S&S engine and kicked once more before exhaust bellowed from the chrome pipes. Pulling back on the handlebars, she had shifted enough of her slim physic to the back portion of the seat to pull a wheelie as she sped off into the night.

4:34 am

twelve, one inch sized clowns rained from the ceiling to land safely on the white walls nearest the bathroom. Appearing first was the court jester, complete with hat, jester tunic, collar and the edge of a waist sash. After waving to me with gloved hands, he began the parade of his constituents. The next figure to come into my vision was adorned in a clown hat with a ball tassel, ruffled brim and geometric print jumpsuit. The happy parade continued as the next clown had a huge rounded nose and circles on his face paint for eyes. The fourth entertainer was a full body image wearing a jumpsuit decorated with stars and half moons, pants and bow tie with matching hat. Yet another materialized with poka dotted hat, ball tassel, and ruffled collar. When it was all said and done twenty images of extra, large whimsical clowns had participated in the costume pageant.