I am an accountant. I believe in what I see, what I can touch, feel, experience. So why do I believe in fairies? Why does my cold, hard, left-brain sensibility still believe in beings beyond our ken? Why do I get hippie-dippie-flower-child about such things?
Because of Shakespeare, of course.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
– Hamlet (1.5.167-8), Hamlet to Horatio
I am an optimist. That means, on a very basic level, that I believe in the world. Not just the parts I can see, like spreadsheets and tax returns, but the things that I can not quite sense, like the otherworld.
Many people are like this. We are spiritual. We believe in what speaks to their souls. It could be God, Shiva, Loki, Fairies, or the The Flying Spaghetti Monster. But we believe. Something about the concept fits into the puzzle pieces our own psyche create, and things snap into place.
I know I believe in a Creator of this universe. I know I believe in things hidden, just beyond most people’s ken. I believe that there are some folks that are more sensitive, that might be able to sense these things. Call them Saints, or Priests, call them Druids or Shamans. Or call them Hippies on drugs. Whatever you call them, they have experienced something else. Something other than the humdrum everyday life of waking up, having breakfast, paying bills, and going to sleep.
I wake in the morning and look at the sunrise through my window. That in and of itself is something many people miss. Jim Morrison once said that “No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn.” That quote has resonated with me for decades. I try to appreciate the beauty, miracles, and yes, the magic all around me.
Part of that magic is fairies.
I am drawn to the myths and legends of the Celtic lands. Fairies are a huge part of that, from the earliest tales recorded on the ancient Irish. Indeed, I have seen things that I cannot explain with science in both Ireland and Scotland. Was it the fairies? It could have been.
Fairies in Irish myth are not the cute cherubic creatures you see in Victorian illustrations. They can be downright nasty and evil. They can hound your family for generations for some imagined slight. They are not to be messed with. Even today, some Good Catholic people in Ireland leave offerings on their back porch for the Fair Folk, lest they be offended at its absence.
When it comes to matters of the Otherworld, it is best to keep an open mind.
Do you believe in something you cannot see? We know the wind is there, but we cannot see it. We know love exists, but we cannot touch it. Why is it so hard to believe that there are worlds beyond our current knowledge?
I write about fairies in the myth and history section of my travel guides, and they are an integral part of my novel plots. I believe not only in fairies, but in the necessity of believing in them. Do you?
Don’t miss information on Celtic myth and history, as well as practical travel planning tips, and hidden places, in my travel books.
– Better To Have Loved
– Legacy of Hunger
– Stunning, Strange and Secret: A Guide to Hidden Scotland
– Mythical, Magical, Mystical: A Guide to Hidden Ireland
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