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posted on Sep, 9 2016 @ 01:48 PM
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I should've posted this here, on Folk Tales & Urban legends, oh well. www.abovetopsecret.com... I have on one occasion witnessed colored lights in the grass, on a path near a wooded area.
It was late at night, and I thought the colored lights to be dew, and on inspection, I found the grass very dry.
I could only focus on the lights for about three to four seconds, and then they would disappear.
I know, ( No photos, Did not happen.)
And I'm sure everyone here has touched upon the subject. I'll post all links to my research at the bottom.
North America, Little People of the Cherokee.

The Little People of the Cherokee are a race of Spirits who live in rock caves on the mountain side. They are little fellows and ladies reaching almost to your knees. They are well shaped and handsome, and their hair so long it almost touches the ground. They are very helpful, kind-hearted, and great wonder workers. They love music and spend most of their time drumming, singing, and dancing. They have a very gentle nature, but do not like to be disturbed. Sometimes their drums are heard in lonely places in the mountains, but it is not safe to follow it, for they do not like to be disturbed at home, and they will throw a spell over the stranger so that he is bewildered and loses his way, and even if he does at last get back to the settlement he is like one dazed ever after. Sometimes, also, they come near a house at night and the people inside hear them talking, but they must not go out, and in the morning they find the corn gathered or the field cleared as if a whole force of men had been at work. If anyone should go out to watch, he would die. When a hunter finds anything in the woods, such as a knife or a trinket, he must say, 'Little People, I would like to take this' because it may belong to them, and if he does not ask their permission they will throw stones at him as he goes home. Some Little People are black, some are white and some are golden like the Cherokee. Sometimes they speak in Cherokee, but at other times they speak their own 'Indian' language. Some call them "Brownies". Little people are here to teach lessons about living in harmony with nature and with others. There are three kinds of Little People. The Laurel People, the Rock People, and the Dogwood People. The Rock People are the mean ones who practice "getting even" who steal children and the like. But they are like this because their space has been invaded. The Laurel People play tricks and are generally mischievous. When you find children laughing in their sleep - the Laurel People are humorous and enjoy sharing joy with others. Then there are the Dogwood People who are good and take care of people. The lessons taught by the Little People are clear. The Rock People teach us that if you do things to other people out of meanness or intentionally, it will come back on you. We must always respect other people's limits and boundaries. The Laurel People teach us that we shouldn't take the world too seriously, and we must always have joy and share that joy with others. The lessons of the Dogwood People are simple - if you do something for someone, do it out of goodness of your heart. Don't do it to have people obligated to you or for personal gain. In Cherokee beliefs, many stories contain references to beings called the Little People. These people are supposed to be small mythical characters, and in different beliefs they serve different purposes. "There are a lot of stories and legends about the Little People. You can see the people out in the forest. They can talk and they look a lot like Indian people except they're only about two feet high, sometimes they're smaller. Now the Little People can be very helpful, and they can also play tricks on us, too. And at one time there was a boy. This boy never wanted to grow up. In fact, he told everyone that so much that they called him "Forever Boy" because he never wanted to be grown. When his friends would sit around and talk about: 'Oh when I get to be a man, and when I get to be grown I'm gonna be this and I'm gonna go here and be this,' he'd just go off and play by himself. He didn't even want to hear it, because he never wanted to grow up. Finally his father got real tired of this, and he said,'Forever Boy, I will never call you that again. From now on you're going to learn to be a man, you're going to take responsibilty for yourself, and you're going to stop playing all day long. You have to learn these things. Starting tomorrow you're going to go to your uncle's, and he's going to teach you everything that you are going to need to know.' Forever Boy was broken hearted at what his father told him, but he could not stand the thought of growing up. He went out to the river and he cried. He cried so hard that he didn't see his animal friends gather around him. And they were trying to tell him something, and they were trying to make him feel better, and finally he thought he understood them say, 'Come here tomorrow, come here early.' Well, he thought they just wanted to say goodbye to him. And he drug his feet going home. He couldn't even sleep he was so upset. The next morning he went out early, as he had promised, to meet his friends. And he was so sad, he could not bear the thought of telling them goodbye forever. Finally he began to get the sense that they were trying to tell him something else, and that is to look behind him. As he looked behind him, there they were, all the Little People. And they were smiling at him and laughing and running to hug him. And they said, 'Forever Boy you do not have to grow up. You can stay with us forever. You can come and be one of us and you will never have to grow up...we will ask the Creator to send a vision to your parents and let them know that you are safe and you are doing what you need to do.' Forever Boy thought about it for a long time. But that is what he decided he needed to do, and he went with the Little People. And even today when you are out in the woods and you see something, and you look and it is not what you really thought it was, or if you are fishing and you feel something on the end of your line, and you think it is the biggest trout ever, and you pull it in, and all it is is a stick that got tangled on your hook, that is what the Little People are doing. They are playing tricks on you so you will laugh and keep young in your heart. Because that is the spirit of Little People, and Forever Boy, to keep us young in our hearts."

I'm quite sure these tales were a great tool for teaching morals.
I'm also sure the first Americans, had witnessed something, and probably still do.
South America.
El Duende - Guatemala

This Guatemalan folktale tells the story of spooky hobbit-like who goes out walking after dusk. No one is quite sure if it’s a ghost, a demon, a man, or a goblin. All agree that he’s very small, dressed in all-black, and dons a big shiny belt, a pair of heavy boots and a large hat that hides his face. El Sombrerón seduces young women, wooing them with his sweet voice and beautiful melodies. Once they become bewitched, he stalks them and braids their hair. Under his spell, they become unable to eat or sleep...until, eventually, they die.

www.ilhawaii.net... latinolife.co.uk... Ran out of room, I'll post more at a latter date.




posted on Sep, 9 2016 @ 02:55 PM
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I love native American folklore. Not unlike most cultural 'tales' they have such great lessons. That being said, something has always 'vibed' with my beliefs and general feelings of both the physical and spiritual world when it comes to North America's natives way of storytelling.

I'm no apologist for what my idiotic European ancestors did in the past; of which I have no control.... but I often think of how much better this land would be if they never came and royally screwed everything up.



posted on Sep, 9 2016 @ 03:41 PM
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originally posted by: seaswine
I love native American folklore. Not unlike most cultural 'tales' they have such great lessons. That being said, something has always 'vibed' with my beliefs and general feelings of both the physical and spiritual world when it comes to North America's natives way of storytelling.

I'm no apologist for what my idiotic European ancestors did in the past; of which I have no control.... but I often think of how much better this land would be if they never came and royally screwed everything up.

Thank you for visiting my post, I'm not a European apologist, or an apologist for anything white folk have ever done, I agree with your remarks, wish Europeans would have worked with and learned some of their natural wisdom. Cheers



posted on Sep, 9 2016 @ 04:12 PM
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Icelandic Elves are in the news

www.telegraph.co.uk...


Iceland has been forced to bow to pressure from elves and uncover a supposedly enchanted elfin rock after highway workers accidentally buried it - infuriating the mythical creatures, reports said on Tuesday.

The angry elves were suspected of causing a series of mishaps after the rock was covered over when workers cleared away the debris from a landslide, the Morgunbladid daily reported.

Please visit the link provided for the complete story.

edit on 9-9-2016 by ElGoobero because: clarify exerpt / quote

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posted on Sep, 9 2016 @ 05:04 PM
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World wide little people.


The legends of these wee creatures are told all over the world. While the Irish have their gold-rich and clever leprechauns, the Scandinavians have their trolls, and in Central America the small dwarflike beings are known as ikals and wendis. The ikals were described by the Tzeltal Indians as being about three feet tall, quite hairy and living in caves like bats.
Iceland is this article so I skipped it.

Sightings of the little people continue right up to the present day. In fact, there have been several postings on the Paranormal Phenomenon Forum from readers who have either heard stories of such encounters or have experienced them first-hand.
I'll post a few experiences.

"I learned that a bored young boy playing along a creek near Bend, Oregon, saw two little people who crossed the creek and stood looking at him. He said they were no more than 15 to 18 inches high and very dark complected. They wore skins as garments, and after a period of 10 to 15 seconds, walked back across the creek and into the forest. The boy showed their footprints to his parents, who had contracted to a logging company to clean up slash piles. The prints were obvious and his parents were flabbergasted, but chose not to follow the little beings into the woods. He believes now that the little men weren't happy about the logging and destruction in the forest."


"Last year when my daughter and friends were four- wheeling in the woods in Washington state, they were stuck and having problems getting out. When working at getting out, an elf- like person came out and looked at them. The elf had a bow and arrow, pointed hat and pointed ears. Six people saw it."


K.T. relates this story of her face-to-face encounter: In October, 2003, in Greensburg, Pennsylvania, I was out playing on our patio with my 2½-year-old son when he stopped suddenly and asked me: who was the little man sitting on our stone wall? I looked where he was pointing and saw nothing... but the area looked different somehow (shimmery?). Later, in January 2004, we were again outside playing, this time with my husband, when the most beautiful snow began to fall. It was just coming on to dusk and I said I wanted to take a quick walk in the woods and my husband would watch our son while I went. I started through the woods and was somewhat perplexed by how different everything looked. Hard to describe; again "shimmery" is first word that comes to mind. As I rounded a bend in the path, I came face-to-face, about three or four feet away, with a little elf-looking man peering right at me from behind a tree. It was almost a stereotypical elf: long, pointy ears, long funny-shaped nose, very long fingers and pointy cap. It was wearing red clothes and hat, and its skin appeared to be a very light lavender color. I let out a startled "Ooh!" and it jerked back and just disappeared into thin air.

paranormal.about.com... Take with a grain of salt or belive it with all your heart.



posted on Nov, 1 2016 @ 08:44 PM
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a reply to: laughingdog

Stories of little people seem to be common worldwide. I have an opinion that such legends have a source, a reason for being, a small grain of truth, embedded in the stories.




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