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Fairy Dream

One night I was seeing the same multiple shimmering, swirling colors fill the room as I discussed in another story. This time, after the colors dimmed and faded away there was this one dot of bright blue-white light that remained floating in the middle of the room.

It started to pulsate, then it was spinning, or it was more like pirouetting around real fast, like a ballerina. It then approached, slowly at first, then speeded up as it got closer. I was frozen to the spot where I sat on my bed, not daring to move. At the last second, when I thought impact was imminent, I backed away from it, not too particularly enthusiastic in finding out what it would do to me if it hit me.

I named this little spirit being my little ballerina after that night. It darted at me three times then would swerve away after nearly impacting, then would retreat then appear to just spin in the air in the middle of the room like a ballerina once more.

After darting forward the second time it again swerved away at the last second then retreat to the middle of the room and just sit there and spin. On its third pass it darted forward again, this time right for my face. Reflexively I put out my hand out to protect my face and it just stopped there hovering, not moving, a mere few inches way from my face. I reached out tentatively with my hand and the spinning light hovered over my hand then began again to dance and pirouette around like a top just above my hand.

She would dance as she dimmed and brightened then she would pirouette real fast, then just stop completely and resume doing the same thing again until she, "she?" "Why not a she?"

She made me laugh and giggle. I loved that little fairy and truly looked forward to seeing her again, but, unfortunately after four months of visiting me every second or third night she never came back again. That made me so sad, like losing a best friend, but I do know they’re still around, the little fairy and the light beings as well, I can sense their presence, like the guardian angels they are

Cynthia ©

Fairy Dust and Peace

Ya know the one, the secret that makes the world go around?

Stop wars?

Bring peace and bliss to all?

Move a mountain just by wanting to?

Great peels of thunder and lightning within the ominous dark clouds are disperse to make way for the golden orb of the sun to shine through and warm mother earth and bring forth the beauty of melodious songs and color of life?

Weapons of war and destruction are dismantled and converted for implements of peace?

None shall suffer or be hungry for the bountifulness of our Great mother earth *Gaea*,

A new fawn lies upon a carpet of sun dappled green in the woods. Getting up on wobbly legs for the first time, she stands unsteadily while exploring, with large brown roving eyes, the colorful world that lies all about her.

Mother and child sitting on an old wooden rocker on the front porch, mom embracing child lovingly to her breast humming gently a melody as she peacefully rocks the creaking old rocker back and forth.

A myriad of butterflies in the big old Oak tree playing tag with several giggling sun fairies, whirling playfully about from branch to branch setting the leaves to flutter as though blown by a breeze.

The fairies depart in a flurry of tiny sparkly like dust particles, set adrift upon the early mornings air currents, to eventually float back down everywhere over the country side.

As the magical sparkly fairy dust fills the air mingling and mixing with the golden morning sunlight love and peace fills all the hearts of those that are touched by this magical dust.

Love is knowing peace, kindness, compassion, empathy, and harmony, this is the essence of all living things upon the bosom of the Great loving mother we call earth.

Care and love one another and care and love mother Gaea who loves and nurtures us.

Cynthia ©

Fairy Love and Fairy Magic

Fairy Love and Fairy Magic, can it stop wars? Bring harmony peace, love and bliss to all? Can it move mountains just by wanting to? Can it disperse great peels of thunder and lightning to allow the golden orb of the sun of hope to shine through?

To warm and nurture mother earth, to bring forth new life with flowers to bloom with all the colors of the rainbow?

To lay down arms of destruction and convert them into implements of peace?

None shall ever suffer or be hungry again and all tears shall be replaced with bright smiles  under the magical rainbow colors of fairiness?

A fawn in the sun dappled woods gets up on wobbly unsteady legs to explore for the first time the colorful new world that lies all about her.

Mother and child sitting on an old wooden rocker on the front porch, mom embracing child lovingly to her breast, humming gently a melody to her child as she peacefully rocks the creaking old rocker back and forth.

A myriad of butterflies in the big old Oak tree playing tag with several giggling sun fairies, whirling playfully about from branch to branch setting the leaves to flutter as though blown by a breeze.

The fairies depart in a flurry of sparklies, like tiny sparks spreading out to drift on the early mornings air currents sending the sparks aloft to eventually float back down over the country side.

The magical sparkly fairy dust fills the air mingling and mixing with the golden morning sunlight as love and peace fills all the hearts of those that are touched by this magical air.

Love is knowing peace, kindness, compassion, empathy, and harmony, this is the essence of all living things upon the bosom of the loving mother Gaia some call planet earth.

Written by Cynthia ©
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