“Well?” Dad asked. “Do you believe there are faeries in the garden or not?”
“Yes,” Anton replied. “I believe!”
| Last summer, I decided to add some mushroom compost to my flower gardens. It’s supposed to be good for the soil where I live, but its use remains controversial, which is all the more reason for me to give it a try. Not long after, a very large single mushroom appeared in my lawn. It was nearly a foot tall. Apparently, I must’ve dropped some of the compost. Well, that seemed logical to me at the time. Despite the fact that there were no other mushrooms growing anywhere else in the yard. Hmm. Now, you have to understand. My book, Vreeland, was in the midst of its publishing process. I had just recently—not long before this at all—approved the illustration of Anton sitting under a mushroom. |  By Natalia Starikova Copyright ©2015 Gabriel Strump |
My neighbor knew of none of this. She had no idea I had even written a book. She just so happened to catch me in the act of photographing the mushroom.
“Oh no!” she said. “Do you know what that means? The FAERIES are moving in.”
Whether she was teasing or not I do not know. But I believe she was right.
So now comes the question: Do faeries really exist or not?
Out working in the garden in my leisure, I had often thought I had seen movement on the ground or in the air around the flowers. I had thought I had heard little giggles. I had thought I had felt some sort of happy presence around me. But I usually dismissed it as probably being bugs of some kind.
 | If you study this photograph of the real mushroom from my yard, you may or may not see some faerie-like beings. I saw some. I showed the photo to others. They didn’t see anything but a mushroom. I’ll come back to this in a future blog, because I just so happened to send the photo to an expert on these things, and she saw several times more faeries than I did. I have actually studied quite a bit about faeries and angels and spirits and other so called supernatural beings. I didn’t do this specifically for my book. I had interest, or at least a curiosity of such things. Now it is pure fascination. I intend to return to this topic often and write on these things. Subscribe to my FREE newsletter if this is entertaining to you. |
I suppose, as in all things supernatural, it all comes down to whether one believes in these things or not. I must say, I have come to believe in faeries. I am quite certain they have indeed moved in.
They play with the cat toys.
When the cats are by me. No, it’s not the dog. He is too busy cowering under the bed. I think they torment the poor thing sometimes.
The cats will stare together. Their heads will move together. They are most obviously being entertained. What are they watching? Who are they watching?
The faeries have made the gerbils’ tubes into an amusement park—the gerbils, their rides. They swing on the swings in the bird cages and ring the little bells. (The faeries, not the gerbils.) They swim with the fish. And they eat all my strawberries.
And my Girl Scout cookies!
Well, it wasn’t me! It’s Lent.
When it was so very cold, I am quite sure they were all cuddled up with me and the cats in bed. Occasional I would see them sparkle.
No, it wasn’t static electricity. Some of them snored.
They would sing lullabies in the middle of the night. In perfect harmony. And they would each take a turn whispering “I love you” in my ears.
I find myself talking to them, just like I do my pets. I’m positive they are happy to see me come home. As Kyli might say, “I’m theih vriend.”
“Crazy!” you say?
Maybe.
Maybe not.
To those of you who refuse to believe, the faeries will go out of their way to make their presence known to you. They do stuff like:
Oh, how we love to blame these things on our pets.
Or our children.
“Crazy?” I say.
The faeries are reading over my shoulder and giggling.
Make peace with them. They will bring you happiness and love and success.
Because in the end, that’s what they’re all about.
You see—they believe in you.
They love you.
They wish the best for you.
Now it’s your turn to believe.
Not necessarily in faeries. But in YOU.
In a way, faeries represent everything that is good in you.
It’s time to embrace that.
To believe in that.
To love that.
Fact or fiction? You choose.
The cats will stare together. Their heads will move together. They are most obviously being entertained. What are they watching? Who are they watching?
The faeries have made the gerbils’ tubes into an amusement park—the gerbils, their rides. They swing on the swings in the bird cages and ring the little bells. (The faeries, not the gerbils.) They swim with the fish. And they eat all my strawberries.
And my Girl Scout cookies!
Well, it wasn’t me! It’s Lent.
When it was so very cold, I am quite sure they were all cuddled up with me and the cats in bed. Occasional I would see them sparkle.
No, it wasn’t static electricity. Some of them snored.
They would sing lullabies in the middle of the night. In perfect harmony. And they would each take a turn whispering “I love you” in my ears.
I find myself talking to them, just like I do my pets. I’m positive they are happy to see me come home. As Kyli might say, “I’m theih vriend.”
“Crazy!” you say?
Maybe.
Maybe not.
To those of you who refuse to believe, the faeries will go out of their way to make their presence known to you. They do stuff like:
- Steal and hide your keys.
- Or your glasses.
- Or your money. Well, you most certainly would not ever stick your wallet in the freezer, would you?
- They turn off your alarm in the middle of the night so you oversleep the next morning.
- They make your faucet drip when you’re trying to sleep. They need fresh water.
- They flush your toilet in the wee hours of the night because you forgot to. They use that to swim and bathe in.
- They hypnotize you to fall asleep in front of your TV so they can watch movies all night.
- They have parties in your home. When the doorbell rings and you open the door and nobody’s there? The guests have arrived. How nice of you to open the door for them.
- Sometimes they drink all your beer, or soda, and raid your refrigerator and closets. They get thirsty and hungry too, you know.
- They knock things off of counters.
- They leave closet doors open.
- They move things around.
Oh, how we love to blame these things on our pets.
Or our children.
“Crazy?” I say.
The faeries are reading over my shoulder and giggling.
Make peace with them. They will bring you happiness and love and success.
Because in the end, that’s what they’re all about.
You see—they believe in you.
They love you.
They wish the best for you.
Now it’s your turn to believe.
Not necessarily in faeries. But in YOU.
In a way, faeries represent everything that is good in you.
It’s time to embrace that.
To believe in that.
To love that.
Fact or fiction? You choose.
Copyright ©2015 GABRIEL STRUMP
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