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Hi all!
This past weekend I went to the Faerie Worlds festival in Oregon (perhaps some of you have heard of it, or even went there youreselves) and I had a rather interesting experience. This, being directed to all the empaths and mediums in the group, is what happened. I'm hoping to hear if anyone has had similiar experiences. The bulk of this post was cut and pasted from my own journal, but I want to make a special point to highlight something below. There was a presence of virtually /no/ dead energy in the area. Nor the type of spirits I'm used to dealing with. If either one were presesent, they were /completely/ covered up by this other stuff.
The faerie festival I experienced this past weekend was filled grand experiences. Above all others, the one time that clearly stands out to me occured on Saturday night.
I was wearing my blue pants, a white shirt, and large violet faerie wings at the concert. The band was Woodland, and I descended down the tree dotted hill to the dancing area -- it was beautiful. I do not know precisely what time it was, but a wave of serene energy poured over me. The band played and people danced. The ratio was perfect, two winged folk for every three wingless dancers, for every three of the wingless one or two had a costume of their own.
I stood entranced for a few moments before blinking a few times and beginning to weave my way through the sea of celebrating bodies. I paused a few strides into the area and for reasons I could not understand I wanted to cry. It was a powerful urge; I had to turn and flee from the area. I turned my face so no one could see me, my eyes wet themselves, and by the time I'd escaped a few steps up the hill again these feelings settled. I was okay.
I looked back to the people dancing and watching the musicians play. They were far more wonderful to me than the entertainers themselves. There was a masked man riding a giant ball like a unicycle into the crowd, and I felt like I was peering into an alternate world. I looked up to the band for all of a moment, and then dared to venture back down into the fae type dancing area.
The emotions I felt this time were genuine, yet curious. I felt as if I were a noble ghost of a fae infused with life brought back again to be with his people. I had more emotional fortitude this time in that I lasted approximately two or three minutes with the others before feeling this powerful force again. It was as if it was hell bent on getting me to shed my cool spectral shell, crying, or driving me from the area. I almost lost it that time.
I fled once again with my eyes lowered to the ground and making my way with great haste in the direction with the fewest people possible. I took a deep breath once out of its 'range.' I looked to sky and admired the stars in all their beauty. It was a good feeling because even from there, I could look around and there really wasn't anything I could say that was unbeautiful. The tears I wanted to release were that of awe and rapture rather than sorrow. Some things a person experiences are just too gorgeous to be given a name or set of words to describe them. They are what the feelings were, and if there are such words to construct feelings worthy of such unhindered, tear evoking, beauty I have not heard them. Granted, I have had read sad or happy stories that have made me cry, however never before can I recall a piece that captures crying beauty for the sake of beauty.
I returned again to moon light faerie dancers. I felt joy and wonder. This feeling over came me again, one last time after a few minutes of being within the swarm of people, but it wasn't as strong, more of an emotional nudge really. I outstretched my fingers, and grounded to the air around me. I reached my senses out to the spirits around me, and to my surprise there wasn't a single easily identifiable dead person around me. The energy was wild, thick, and full of life. I'll be completely honest in saying that I am NOT an authority on dealing with any sort of nature type spirits. To be quite honest, I'm not for certain that they even exist in the same sense that I have come to understand /my/ spirits. What I can say is that there was a presence of very active, very thick, bubbling chi all over the place.
I don't really know what to say besides that the experience was ... touching and wholesomely magickal. I'd be curious if any other mystics who were at the event (especially the medium type) had similar experiences.
Thanks for taking the time to read! PJ
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