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About six months after
being woken up and finding a deep connection with the nature spirits I
took my parents out for a walk in the local wood where nature spirit
interactions were now a regular feature. My parents are quite
conservative, my father is an atheist and believes that when you die
that's it, my mother is more open. It was however quite awkward at times
as my parents like most people could not really handle my ability to
access these other realms.
So I did very well as we
walked through the wood to contain myself and not speak of what was around
us. However, this was blown because as we where passing a stream, I saw a
gnome. It was sitting on the stream bank and happily fishing with a wooden
rod. It was wearing all bright clothing (as they do). Well, as part of me
was thinking that's it you've totally cracked up now, he turned and waved
at me. I just found it very hard to believe that here was a creature or
Being presenting himself looking exactly like the plastic gnomes in
peoples gardens.
After he saw me, there
was quite a lot of activity and I sensed, dwarfs and pixies around too
although they remained hidden. They seemed to want me to leave the path
and follow the stream through the wood. Anyway I could not quite handle
explaining to my parents why I wanted to fight my way through the dense
vegetation to follow the stream so we continued along the path which ran
parallel to it. After about fifteen minutes the path crossed the stream
and we rested there. I was drawn to walk further along the stream until I
reached a tree. Sitting on a branch of the tree with its feet merrily
swinging underneath was a pixie. It greeted me and we had a conversation
of sorts (I cannot hear well) which finished with him asking me to be sure
that I come back and visit them again.
At this point I re-joined
my parents and we started walking back the way we came. After about 100
meters I noticed a wet grapefruit sized smooth stone covered with green
slime lying on the path to the stream side (which now lay about 30 meters
to our right). I was sure that I had not seen this stone when we had come
down just ten minutes earlier. Twenty meters further on was another, then
another and so on. I pointed these out to my mother as by now I knew they
had not been there earlier. The grass was very short, so we would have
seen them. No one had passed us and even if someone had there was nowhere
obvious where the stones had come from.
I then heard giggling
from the right and realized that as I had been unable to come to the
stream, the gnomes, pixies and dwarfs had brought the stream to me. There
must have been at least thirty of these regularly placed stones laid all
the way down the path. The giggling continued as we walked down the path.
A delightful encounter.
My mother (like most
people do) was desperately trying to come up with some rational
explanation. It's amazing how irrational such explanations are when people
are desperately trying to cling to a particular view of reality.
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