Personal writing project… feel free to skip… or not... it's your call.
Just because you cannot see Fae folk does not mean they are not there. We cannot see God either and yet so many believe he is there.
Does He guide your path? The Faes do that for me.
Does He provide inspiration in your life, often through rituals like prayer, communion, or my personal favorite: sobbing uncontrollably at the church altar and “speaking in tongues” while other believers place one hand on you and their other toward heaven in worship.
Yep… Faeries do that for me too. My rituals are a little more private and have a personal, sacred meaning to me; as do yours, I am certain.
Given these choices, why does it really matter which path I walk if both give me something in my life without demanding anything in return other than my unquestioning faith? Why is any one path more or less ‘acceptable’ than another when every path clearly ends at the same destination? Forgive me for over simplifying, but isn’t the truth we seek on the subject of death and, more specifically, what happens after death? Morbidity aside, is this not “The Great Question”? (See also, Go God Go XII)
If we can’t prove each other wrong and we can’t all be right, why do we waste our energy fighting over this question? There is no wrong truth. Not because there is no answer but because the answer will forever elude us no matter how long or meticulously we search. If we use the events and experiences of our own lives in an attempt to justify our claims, others will either dismiss our evidence or let it feed their own faith. Then there are scientific explanations and theories to consider. The only fact is that any one of us could have the right answer or we could all have it horribly wrong.
“The Truth” is that one path can never be called “The Truth” because it is impossible to choose a path that doesn’t end with our fatality. I am not naïve enough to think that there won’t always be differing opinions to intelligently debate, new and old theories to continue to ‘prove’, and paths to intimidate or oppress people into walking.
Historically, our gut reaction has always been fear or hate, too often both, when faced with a symbol, icon, deity, God/dess, saint, book, theory, method, or obsession we do not fully understand yet we continually refuse to educate ourselves about the meanings of these things because they don't translate well in our own lives. Call it/Him/Her/them what or who you will. What they all have in common is they represent the something that makes us ‘feel better’ about something. For example, the direction and progression our very finite lives.
Faeries do it for me. What does it for you?
Realistically speaking, I will always believe that nature is what rules us all. To me, it is the only unstoppable force known in the universe. Fundamentally, nature is the universe. This not only makes it very tangibly powerful but one can logically conclude that we have always been and will always be at its mercy. That is, assuming we all accept that dinosaurs were once very real and agree on the whole nature = the universe and the universe = nature philosophy. The only constant of nature is change and nature will never cease. Now when I say nature, I do not refer only to the common 'everyday' changes made by the planets, their weather, or even humanity. I also refer to scientific and technological advance, inter-species cooperation and intrusion, planetary and celestial catastrophes, as well as our bodies, minds, thoughts, memories, emotions, lives, the knowledge we choose to perpetuate to our successors, and ultimately, our deaths.
The point is, nature will always accost us with questions we can never hope to answer within our brief life times and yet we'll always have plenty of time to keep searching; nature being infinite and all…
But when I need a little ego boost, a reminder to be humble and grateful, an answer to a question, or help making the right selection when a fork appears in my peaceful path, I turn to the Faeries. I consult them by reading their books, oracle cards, and performing simple rituals using symbols, physical representations of the elements of nature/universe, and my unwavering faith that there exists knowledge I can never possess. I enjoy paying attention to things happening to and around me and attributing them to the Fae I have personally met thus far. For instance, the TV remote getting lost in the couch cushions for days or finding your missing car keys in the fish bowl. Not all Faeries are mischievous though; many take delight in asking a butterfly to land on your hand for a fleeting moment to see how you react or in blowing out several matches in a row when you’re trying to light another cigarette and it's not even windy. Others are content to be quiet observers and, when we need them, they’ll whisper encouraging words in our ears as we sleep.
I believe, happily, because the Fae tend to make serendipitous things happen.
Moving on, do whatever makes you happy. Don’t judge others because their something does a different something than your something. Oh, and stop whining to everyone who will listen about it too; it’s seriously annoying and definitely not helping. Choose to follow your own path while respecting others and leave each to their own so long as they are not hurting anyone. Without hate and fear of judgment, I would think the desire to hurt another would disappear entirely and how nice would that be?
Maybe then the Fae would not be so frightened to live among us.
Sorry, had to throw that in there.
Thanks for listening.
Ericka L. Price
Does He guide your path? The Faes do that for me.
Does He provide inspiration in your life, often through rituals like prayer, communion, or my personal favorite: sobbing uncontrollably at the church altar and “speaking in tongues” while other believers place one hand on you and their other toward heaven in worship.
Yep… Faeries do that for me too. My rituals are a little more private and have a personal, sacred meaning to me; as do yours, I am certain.
Given these choices, why does it really matter which path I walk if both give me something in my life without demanding anything in return other than my unquestioning faith? Why is any one path more or less ‘acceptable’ than another when every path clearly ends at the same destination? Forgive me for over simplifying, but isn’t the truth we seek on the subject of death and, more specifically, what happens after death? Morbidity aside, is this not “The Great Question”? (See also, Go God Go XII)
If we can’t prove each other wrong and we can’t all be right, why do we waste our energy fighting over this question? There is no wrong truth. Not because there is no answer but because the answer will forever elude us no matter how long or meticulously we search. If we use the events and experiences of our own lives in an attempt to justify our claims, others will either dismiss our evidence or let it feed their own faith. Then there are scientific explanations and theories to consider. The only fact is that any one of us could have the right answer or we could all have it horribly wrong.
“The Truth” is that one path can never be called “The Truth” because it is impossible to choose a path that doesn’t end with our fatality. I am not naïve enough to think that there won’t always be differing opinions to intelligently debate, new and old theories to continue to ‘prove’, and paths to intimidate or oppress people into walking.
Historically, our gut reaction has always been fear or hate, too often both, when faced with a symbol, icon, deity, God/dess, saint, book, theory, method, or obsession we do not fully understand yet we continually refuse to educate ourselves about the meanings of these things because they don't translate well in our own lives. Call it/Him/Her/them what or who you will. What they all have in common is they represent the something that makes us ‘feel better’ about something. For example, the direction and progression our very finite lives.
Faeries do it for me. What does it for you?
Realistically speaking, I will always believe that nature is what rules us all. To me, it is the only unstoppable force known in the universe. Fundamentally, nature is the universe. This not only makes it very tangibly powerful but one can logically conclude that we have always been and will always be at its mercy. That is, assuming we all accept that dinosaurs were once very real and agree on the whole nature = the universe and the universe = nature philosophy. The only constant of nature is change and nature will never cease. Now when I say nature, I do not refer only to the common 'everyday' changes made by the planets, their weather, or even humanity. I also refer to scientific and technological advance, inter-species cooperation and intrusion, planetary and celestial catastrophes, as well as our bodies, minds, thoughts, memories, emotions, lives, the knowledge we choose to perpetuate to our successors, and ultimately, our deaths.
The point is, nature will always accost us with questions we can never hope to answer within our brief life times and yet we'll always have plenty of time to keep searching; nature being infinite and all…
But when I need a little ego boost, a reminder to be humble and grateful, an answer to a question, or help making the right selection when a fork appears in my peaceful path, I turn to the Faeries. I consult them by reading their books, oracle cards, and performing simple rituals using symbols, physical representations of the elements of nature/universe, and my unwavering faith that there exists knowledge I can never possess. I enjoy paying attention to things happening to and around me and attributing them to the Fae I have personally met thus far. For instance, the TV remote getting lost in the couch cushions for days or finding your missing car keys in the fish bowl. Not all Faeries are mischievous though; many take delight in asking a butterfly to land on your hand for a fleeting moment to see how you react or in blowing out several matches in a row when you’re trying to light another cigarette and it's not even windy. Others are content to be quiet observers and, when we need them, they’ll whisper encouraging words in our ears as we sleep.
I believe, happily, because the Fae tend to make serendipitous things happen.
Moving on, do whatever makes you happy. Don’t judge others because their something does a different something than your something. Oh, and stop whining to everyone who will listen about it too; it’s seriously annoying and definitely not helping. Choose to follow your own path while respecting others and leave each to their own so long as they are not hurting anyone. Without hate and fear of judgment, I would think the desire to hurt another would disappear entirely and how nice would that be?
Maybe then the Fae would not be so frightened to live among us.
Sorry, had to throw that in there.
Thanks for listening.
Ericka L. Price