When I was a young child, I spent my summers with my grandparents on their beautiful property in North Carolina. I was especially close with my Pappaw and spent most of my day attached to his hip. Through him I found the love of gardening, fruit trees, and honey bees.
Often he would take me into the woods to a clearing near a bubbling creek. There we would sit on a log, sit quietly and wait. It wasn't long before the fairies would start peeking their heads out behind leaves and branches. I remember one landing on his hand and him telling me how important they were, how they helped the plants and animals. We would sit and talk about the spirits in the trees, fairies and angels. It was our little secret.
He died when I was nine, he came to me the night he died, gave me a hug, and told me that he loved me and to remember the fairies. I felt very alone, lost, he was the only one in the whole world that I could talk to about seeing things others couldn't. I tried to tell my parents, but like many others, they feared for my sanity. They told me I needed to STOP. Stop talking about it, stop making up stories, and to stop scaring them. I knew that they thought my stories were a grief reaction. After all, why did I not tell them before.
I learned to be silent, to keep these thoughts, feelings, and visions to myself. A part of me began to fear for my sanity. Only crazy people see and hear things others can't... right? That was when I subconsciously turned off my abilities. Years passed and I began to think that I had made it all up. Tales from a silly child.
Recently, I have been on the ascension path and now can see and hear angels while in deep meditation. I would love to see and hear them without meditation, but I know that I have created a block. I have a fear of people, especially family thinking I am insane. Blocks can be easy to create and hard to take down.
Last week, two talented mediums came to help me bless my home and land. We were having issues with some Native American spirits who didn't appreciate white people building a house and living on their land. One of the mediums looked at me and said
"Your grandfather wants you to know that the fairies were real."
I was shocked and amazed, it was the validation I needed my whole life. I asked her if he saw them or if he just indulged a child's imagination. She smiled and said
"Oh honey, he saw them and many other things. He took you to that special place because he knew you were gifted as well. He was never believed and he drank himself to death. He doesn't want you to doubt your gifts too."
It was an incredible healing moment. It was like a weight of doubt had been lifted. I still get giddy every time I think
Pappaw saw fairies too!
