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Did You Have Any Encounters With the ''Little People?''

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posted on Oct, 30 2013 @ 10:16 AM

posted on Oct, 30 2013 @ 10:26 AM
I explored realms via psychoactive substances and made contact with some diminutive "mechanical" entities. They were ancient and very wise.

edit on 30-10-2013 by olaru12 because: (no reason given)

posted on Oct, 30 2013 @ 02:01 PM
reply to post by irish1

Utterly rediculous it may be, but ask someone in Ireland or Scotland to F!@$ with a fairy fort and await the hesitant responce.

posted on Nov, 4 2013 @ 11:52 PM
My late father was born in 1930 and raised on a sheep farm in rural Sligo County, Ireland. My grandfather and his brother owned and operated a small cobblery that made heavy boots. When WWI rolled around, for reasons that have never been made clear to me, they were in a position to make boots – tens of thousands of pairs by all accounts, for the British Army. After the war, they turned their windfall into the purchase of the several hundred acres (it’s not contiguous – the main house and farm are less than a hundred acres) in north Sligo County that the family owns to this day. My dad always joked about how all the other kids thought they were rich because they had new shoes; but the fact was, the only birthday and Christmas presents my dad and 10 aunts and uncles ever got was – Drum Roll Please! – shoes.

After a stint in the RAF, dad and three of his brothers immigrated to the US, met my mom (hopefully that was just dad on that one), and proceeded to build a very successful career and life.

I came along in 1964, and one of the earliest recollections of my childhood is my first trip to Ireland when I was 4. To say the least, going from Palm Springs, California – all I’d ever known, to deepest darkest Ireland, was a little frightening, to be honest.

The trips became a yearly staple of my summer vacations, and I grew to love the place, and the farm, and the air, and my cousins who had infinite sympathy, but no idea, why my mother dressed me in carefully coordinated outfits and made me wear shoes that had no place on a sheep farm in Sligo County, Ireland.

I’m getting to the point…

I remember well the trip over in my 9th year, because I had a broken arm in a cast up to my shoulder blade. My dad, in his infinite wisdom, had given me a shiny new Honda 70 motorbike for my 9th birthday a few months before. My mother was furious. Turns out she was right, hehehehe…

That summer mom and dad decided to spend a couple weeks on the continent, but I wanted to stay with my cousins. That was probably the most, um, illuminating(?) two weeks of my life.

It was then that one night my aunt pulled me off the dinner table, dragged me into a dark hall, and proceeded to tell me in hushed tones that the family had been “blessed” because my great-grandfather had protected “the fairies” from (ahem) a banshee. I #e you not. It got weirder from there…

He killed the goddamn banshee.

They have its bones…

And they are hidden somewhere on the farm.

Now, I’m a 9 y/o kid with a broken arm (in two places), a DESTROYED Honda 70 (my first love), parents who were hundreds of miles away, and an obviously drunken aunt telling me our ancestor killed a monster. I’m not sure -- and I probably have a few years left to fully realize the dream -- but I think that’s the closest I’ve ever come to sh*t*ng myself.

I didn’t sleep that night, and it got worse from there: these folks truly believe in “little people” and “magic” and God-knows-what else (ghosts, demons, leprechauns, etc.).

I love my Irish family with all my heart, and no one loves back like an Irish family. But I’m glad I was born an American and an unrepentant skeptic.

Thanks, mom.

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posted on Nov, 5 2013 @ 03:05 PM
As crazy as it sounds, I have encountered them back in the mid-late eighties. I posted about it here and have no idea where my thread about it is, but I think about it a lot. I was scared but they were very real. They exist. I saw the 1-foot tall ones(they did not seem friendly at all) and I saw the female fairies. The fairies I talked to a couple of times(they spoke English how I do not know) and they sang a lot of songs--like old music/celtic sounding/jazz. Never seen them since but will carry it with me 'til my dying day. I wish I could see them again. One day last year, something hit my bedroom window hard. I thought it was a bird, but whatever it was, it had dragonfly-type wings and was so fast that I didn't get a good look at it other than the wings. I wondered if maybe it was them trying to get my attention.

posted on Nov, 5 2013 @ 04:41 PM
having had friends working on a cattle property in Australia quite a few years back, there was
mention of one of the workers waking up one morning and acting way out of character, he had lost
his mind, ranting and raving incoherently, not knowing where he was and remembering very little.

it was said by the local indiginous that he must have seen "the little people" in his hut that
night, that these beings are very territorial and very much mischief makers to those who see

posted on Nov, 16 2013 @ 02:03 PM
reply to post by Ranong

Came to say thanks to you, Ranong, for the quotation in your footline . . . It is perfect and beautiful, can you tell me anymore about it's origin?

Re: little people, I have been aware of them since I can remember. "Seeing" is in need of definition cuz it's not always with the eyes . . .I do believe they are mostly in the woods. Headed to beach cottage in woods later today and will be glad to be amongst them again.

Thanks for thread, OP.


posted on Nov, 17 2013 @ 12:18 AM
reply to post by Riffrafter

Apologies - I live in Scotland.

There's no big "little people" belief here. I wish the scots had that much imagination.

You have been sold a romantic story and bought into it.

People would barely recognise a fairy ring!

posted on Nov, 17 2013 @ 02:45 AM
I visited Ireland back in the early 90's. One night, while staying in a bed and breakfast there (someone's home), I had the weirdest dream. I dreamed there were these little guys who were on top of me, holding me down. I don't remember now exactly what they looked like - but I don't think they were any too cute. I wasn't afraid of them - they were more mischievous little buggers rather than outright evil. I was angry at them, and kept yelling at them to get off me. They laughed and basically thumbed their nose at me and refused to get off. I have only a vague and cursory knowledge of "fairies" and leprechauns - I know for a fact we never discussed them with anyone on our trip, nor was I thinking about anything like that when I went to bed that night. It was just a weird dream that I never forgot. That's the only experience I have had with "little people".

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