A Different Kind of Faerie Tale
by: Rebecca DiNolfi ©
Most faerie tales begin with, "Once Upon A Time." , but not my faerie tale. It doesn't start that way because it isn't from a long time ago. It's from this time and place. It is my fairy tale. It began the day I moved into my new home in the Pocono Mountains of Pennsylvania.
It was warm that day in July in 2003 when my two potbellied pigs, Reggie, Pepper and I arrived at our last homely place. I unpacked the SUV and headed to the front door of our home nestled snugly in the enchanted woods. When I opened the door I was greeted with the overwhelming feeling that this was going to be an amazing new adventure
I set my things on the floor, because there was nowhere else to put then. Unfortunately I had another month to wait before my furniture would be delivered , so that meant the house was empty except for one small chair left behind by the previous owner. The piggies were snooting around from room to room as I headed for the sliding glass door in the dinning room to let in some fresh air and see what was happening on the deck out back.
As I stepped onto the deck I noticed a wonderful old maple tree A strange feeling crept over me as I was gazing at this tree. I got the feeling I was not alone. I could not understand why I was feeling this way.
All I knew was that I felt happier at this moment than I had felt in a long time. I felt a sense of peace and overwhelming gratitude to finally be here. It was a very hard time I had just gone through to get where I was now after my divorce.
I continued to unpack and settle into my new place. A month had passed and my stuff had arrived. It was suddenly August and the nights were getting a lot warmer so I was able to keep my doors and windows open for longer periods of time. It was a delightful summer and I could see the changes of the autumn leaves starting to appear here and there in the forest behind my home. My potbellied pigs and I spent a lot of time there just walking among the wild flowers and trees. Of course they did taste a few flowers here and there.
Whenever I was in the forest I always had a strange feeling of being watched, but I could not tell where this was coming from. This feeling was something I never experienced before. It was a little unnerving but not scary. Somehow this actually made me feel protected. As time went on this feeling of being watched got stronger. Then one day like magic I discovered where it was coming from, it was coming from my old maple tree.
Since I am a professional dowser I decided to use my pendulum, and A.B.C. chart, to locate where the strange feeling was coming from. My pendulum told me it was the maple tree. I also found out that day that I was able to use my pendulum to talk to animals and my trees any time I wanted to. This was the beginning of something amazing. My tree told me his name was" Old Man" and he was my guardian. Then he gave me a special name, It was ,"My Lady Rebecca Fire Elf Shimmer." He even told the forest creatures, and now they call me My Lady Rebecca.
I knew that day I was living in a magical place and I was blessed to have been sent here by my Angels and higher Being Strange things started to happen after that day with Old Man..
Time was moving fast my first summer here. One hot summer morning I was working on a zoning case and I glanced out the window of my office. I noticed my neighbor's cat Peanut playing with something in his yard. I realized he had a chipmunk and was tossing it in the air. I grabbed my garden gloves and rushed out the front door. Peanut saw me and took off. I ran to the little chipmunk lying motionless on the ground and picked it up. I cupped it in my hands and immediately began sending Reiki. I am a Reiki Grand Master ,and it is just natural for me to do this. It seemed like forever, but he finally opened his eyes and looked at me. I could see the blood running down his tiny cheek. He was scared to death. All of a sudden he jumped out of my hands and scampered away. I said good bye and went back to finish my zoning case. A few weeks later I was by my feeders and I noticed a chipmunk with scars on his face. I asked him if he was the same chipmunk that the cat had hurt, and he told me yes and introduced himself as Odie.
From that day on Odie and I became the best of friends. I saw him in my home one day looking out the sliding glass door at his friends on the deck to let them know he was special. He left me many presents of seed and peanuts in my home that summer and many summers to follow. Odie has passed into spirit now but he will always be very special to me as he was the first animal I had ever communicated with. I even befriended a mole named Moe who would allow me to pet his back while he ate seed from under the fallen leaves.
Summer had suddenly turned into Fall and the trees were dressed in every color you could imagine. There was a golden glow coming from my enchanted forest. It was beautiful. I loved talking to my trees and animals all summer. It was an amazing experience to feel the closeness I felt to these creatures.
Then one morning in mid September, I received a phone call from my psychic friend Nancy. we talked a while , then she said " Becky, do you know that you are living on a port hole?"
" No " I said but I wouldn't be surprised." I proceeded to tell her everything that had been happening here since the day I arrived. She also told me there was a tribe of 27 forest faeries residing here with me and my 2 pigs. I was really excited to know that. I have always believed in the Fey. " Nancy. " I said , " This explains so much."
After we said good bye, I used my pendulum to ask my faerie Queen her name. I connected immediately and she told me her name was Noni she said she has been here forever. Noni also told me how happy they all were that I moved here and that they were here to take care of me ,then she began to explain how upset they were with me for putting my lawn tractor on the grass by the shed, because it had killed the grass. I explained to her that this was the only place I could put it and she told me that I should have put it on the shale drive way.
I apologized to her for doing this and told her that as long as the grass was already dead there I was going to leave it there and we agreed.
I was amazed about the faeries and never told anyone that I was talking to them or the trees and animals. I guess I was still skeptical , but that disappeared the day some faeries were seen dancing in my hair. This actually happened the next summer at Sacred Spaces , a healing zone and Angel gift shop I frequented for classes. That day i was with two of my friends , Nora and Patty watching out the window at an Eagle soaring over the brook out back of the shop. All of a sudden Patty started to laugh and turned to Nora and me as she proceeded to tell us that she could not see anything at all because of all the Fairies that were in my hair dancing around. Nora looked at her and said that she was not surprised at all by this. Well needless to say I was ,and still am to this very day.
From that day forward I was known to my friends as the Fairy Lady, and because of my faeries I have been able to work with the local children that summer at summer camp making faerie gardens in the public parks around where I live.
I have seen my fairies at 3:00 am in the trees in my front yard and I have faerie gardens of my own all around my home for my friends to enjoy, but I have left a special place that is still wild for them to romp in as they do very much like wild things.
I now drive an SUV that has fairies on it and a sign across the front that tells it all. “Don’t Piss Off the Fairies”, is a statement they make because they are not happy with what we have done to Mother Earth of late. This is the very reason they have disappeared from our site. They will only appear to the special children and adults that take them serious, and help keep Mother Earth free from harm
I also invoke the faeries when I am performing my Drumming Circles to help heal Mother Earth, and I know they are with me everywhere I go to protect me because I have become one of them in spirit. I am a Fairy ambassador and activist that keeps a very special place in my heart for the wee folk as they were here way before we humans ever stepped onto this planet.
The message I want to convey to you is this; Faeries are real and they will be showing themselves to more and more people as time passes. So they ask that you not only keep your eyes open you have to keep your heart open to feel the love they have for the earth and everything on it. So you need to learn not only how to look, but where to look. Most of all you need to believe with all your heart and soul.
Become like little children again. Be like we were before we were told that it was not OK to be that way anymore. I feel that the hardest part of becoming an adult was leaving our inner child behind and all alone. I for one have found my inner child again since I came here to this special place in the enchanted woods and she is now free to be who she was meant to be, You see I am her and she is me.
I am not afraid to tell my faerie tale just because of what someone might think of me. I am so far past that. Yes I am an outrageous older woman who in my golden years has been cut free to be the me she was suppose to be and I owe it all to my pigs and my Old Man tree , my forest creatures and especially my faeries who showed me it’s really OK to be me. Yes faeries are real to those of us who believe, and I really do believe in faeries with all my heart. Maybe you should too. It is amazing to finally become who I was meant to be, and live my life happily ever after.
Well not really !
A Different Kind of Faerie Tale , Part l l
My Potbellied Pigs, Reggie and Pepper and I had settled in quite nicely to the sunny days and cool nights in the Pocono Mountains of Pennsylvania. We were fast approaching our first winter in our enchanted woods. Brightly colored leaves had been cleared from our lawn and the days were getting shorter and cooler.
I had no idea how I was going to make it through my first winter alone. I had visions of snow up to our windows and winds howling viciously outside our door. Bitter cold days and frosty nights were always in my thoughts. I checked the list of things I would need and I knew I would be ok. After all I was sent here by my Angels wasn't I? They surely wouldn't send me here to freeze to death now would they?
I knew I had to batten down the hatches and ride it out. I finished making my pigs new winter coats. Now they looked more like wooly sheep instead of potbellied pigs, but they would be warm. I bought a new snow shovel and a big bag of salt. I had a small propane fireplace installed. My oil and propane tanks were full and so were my cupboards. I was as ready as I could be. Mother Nature bring it on.
Our first dusting of snow arrived on the 14 th of October . It was beautiful to see the snow clinging to the few remaining colored leaves in my enchanted woods where the faeries were still twinkling at night. I was content. A little apprehensive, but content none the less.
I began realizing that this would be the first winter I would be alone far away from my family. I didn't have much family left. My father and mother had both passed into spirit a few years back and the only ones left were my son and two daughters.
Merna, and her husband, Bobby, Kelly, my youngest daughter, and my wayward son Douglas, who I never see anymore and my six beautiful grand children also
My piggy girls absolutely loathed winter. It was really hard getting up at dawn to shovel a path on the deck and down the ramp to make them a potty spot every morning, but that was the routine.
The night before our first Christmas there was a beautiful soft snow falling outside. Something or should I say someone kept telling me to take my camera outside to capture the beauty. I bundled up and went out to the woods to snap some shots of the snow and Christmas lights on the house, and my forest critters.
Standing in total darkness surrounded by the sparkle of new falling snow was amazing. Wet snow flakes were kissing my cheeks. They reminded me of when I was a small child sitting on my Grandma Merna's ample lap, watching out her kitchen window. While we waited for the approaching snow to arrive she'd always say, " Becky Ann , can you smell the snow coming?" " Yes Gram . " I would say. I know only Gram and I could smell snow.
While I stood there blowing snowflakes to heaven to kiss my grandmas cheek, I could feel a peace wash over me as I experienced the breathtaking beauty all around me. All I could think about was how blessed I was to still be alive on this beautiful snowy night in my enchanted woods. "I miss you grandma."
I could feel the magic surrounding me. When I turned to walk back to my front door I whispered, "Merry Christmas." to my forest friends, but I could have sworn I heard a few little giggles blowing in the wind.
I closed the front door behind me and removed my snow covered boots. I shook the wet snow off my poncho before I hung it by the front door. I was so excited by what I was experiencing at that moment that I didn't take time to even warm up by the fire before I headed right to my office. It is hard to describe what was happening to me at that moment. I was positive I had captured something amazing on my camera. I sat amazed as I watched the pictures starting to download there she was, Noni. I could finally see her.
There on my monitor was the silhouette of a snow faerie complete with her delicate wings frolicking among the falling snowflakes in my front yard. I knew instinctively it was Noni, my fairy queen. Colorful orbs of every size covered the entire scene. Glistening snow and orbs appeared everywhere. In the next picture there was a mist with faces in it hovering directly above my head. The strange thing about these next pictures was that there never was a mist anywhere outside that night. There was only snow falling in big beautiful flakes. These pictures reminded me again just how special my last homely place truly was.
Our first cold snowy winter had passed rather uneventfully except for my Christmas Eve adventure. Even though I had imagined all kinds of crazy things happening , nothing really did. It was peaceful and beautiful. We had made it through just fine and were none the worse for wear. The girls and I just had a little cabin fever, but that’s about all.
It was now April. “Spring is finally here," I thought as I headed to the sliding glass door to let the girls go out in the yard. They had to go potty and wanted to do a little grazing on the tender new grass shoots. The air smelled fresh and extremely fragrant. The fragrance was coming from the trees and new colorful flowers that were popping their tiny heads through the moss covered forest floor.
As soon as I slid the sliding glass door open I got the shock of my life. In front of me not more than 10 feet from my deck was a very young, very skinny black bear. She was standing all alone on a large flat boulder just looking at me and demanding food. She had just awoken from her long winters nap and was on her own for the first time in her young life. This would be her first year without her mother's help and protection. I knew instinctively that it was a girl because she was rather small and frail looking. She was starving from last winters' hibernation and was very thin and hungry. I grabbed my camera, which I always kept handy now, and I snapped a lot of pictures of her looking for the bird seed I always left on that boulder. I was shocked to be that close to her. She was the first black bear I had ever been that close to except for the bears I had seen at the Philadelphia Zoo many years ago. She yelled at me one last time, as she turned and disappeared in my woods.
That bear encounter made me realize that I needed to be more careful from now on before I go outside or let the pigs out. She was so beautiful with her shiny black fur. As she walked away into the woods I could feel a real powerful energy exchange between us. This was to be the beginning of my special relationship with Pon, my beautiful Black Bear and her many cubs to come.
Wonderful things keep happening to me since I moved here. Spring is always beautiful in the mountains and this spring I was able to do some planting and play in the dirt, after all I am what some people would call a tree hugging dirt worshiper. I was in my glory and so were my piggy girls as they rooted around the forest floor for their own delicious tidbits.
Summer in the mountains is a very, peaceful, laid back time. I was beginning to discover that there were many different kinds of creatures residing here too. There were deer and wild turkeys walking up the driveway and many squirrels and chipmunks who visited my feeders regularly. I even saw a fox walk down the lane in the dead of winter looking for prey. There were Bald Eagles and Red Tail Hawks that flew over head daily and many other colorful birds that demanded to be fed, but the four legged critters I watched on my deck at night were the best. There were skunks of all sizes, possums, raccoons, and of course the bears. They took turns every night visiting my deck to eat the seed that had dropped from the feeders during the day. I was never lonely, because they filled my days and nights with beauty and joy.
My first summer here I spent a lot of time taking metaphysical and healing classes at Sacred Spaces Healing Center. I earned my Reiki Master/Teacher’s certification as well as my Reiki Drumming Practitioners certification. I explored meditation and past life regression. I discovered my Totem animals, and my Spirit Guides’. I purchased my first crystal skull, Kestamu, who started my love for the use of crystals for healing and my passion for a crystal skull family of my own. I attended my first Native American Pow -Wow ,and learned how to perform medicine wheel drumming circles ceremonies for the healing of Mother Earth. I held these in my home on the full moon and outside when we could find a special place to do it. In between I was still doing zoning cases for the pet potbellied pig. My life was filled with wonderful friends and many special animals who I loved very much.
I was exploring my new magical world and in the process I was finding myself ,and I really liked what I found. That was the best part. I filled my days with yard work and house work and my nights were filled with reading, meditation, classes, music and time with my pigs giving belly rubs. Summer had again turned into fall with the all beautiful colored leaves, and another winter came and went uneventfully. It was spring again in my enchanted woods.
Early one morning I received a disturbing phone call from my girlfriend Dotty. She was extremely excited as she tried to tell me about a mother bear and her two little cubs that had been chased into the trees out in front of her home. It seems they were chased by neighborhood dogs the night before. I hung up the phone and rushed to her house with my trusty camera to see firsthand what was up. She just lived up the lane.
Sure enough there in the trees as big as life was a large sow and her two tiny cubs. I snapped some pictures and I hurried back home to call the local wildlife preserve.
I agreed to meet the ranger at the trees. When he arrived he explained the bears were ok and said I should try to get everyone to leave them alone so the mother could come down with her cubs by night fall. He explained that bears are able to stay up a tree for three days and then he said, “They will never come down until after dark because of fear.” I felt better after he told me that, but I also knew I had to try and talk to her to calm her down. I could feel her fear as I turned to go home.
At home I was able to connect with her. She told me her name was Pon and her cubs names were Minnie and Pooky. She told me how they were all chased up in the trees by two big dogs the night before. She said she was afraid and didn’t want to bring her babies down. I told her that it was ok right now because the dogs were in their house. I also told her she should not bring her cubs here because there were too many dogs and it wasn’t safe.
I then placed a phone call to my friend Colleen Nickelson, another animal communicator from NY. I wanted her to help me speak with Pon. I introduced them. Pon was very confused. She wanted to know why she was able to see me, but she couldn’t see her. Colleen tried to explain that it was because I was here with her and she was in a different location far away. She said “Oh.” Then Colleen told her as I did, that it was ok to bring her babies down and take them back to the forest, but she made her promise that she would go fast before anyone could see them. I explained to Colleen that the ranger I talked to earlier told me she would never come down until after night fall, but as soon as Colleen and I finished talking to her I got a call from Dotty. She called to tell me that Pon was coming down out of the tree and so were her cubs. She took pictures of them as they walked across the lane and disappeared into the forest. I had a feeling then that this was not going to be the last time I was going to see Pon and her cubs.
I was right. In October, Pon brought her two cubs, to my back deck to fatten them up for winter on my bird feeders. The cubs were almost as big as she was by then. I just happened to be standing inside my sliding glass door as they came onto the deck. Only Minnie came onto the deck, and Pookie stayed on the boulder in the yard happily munching away on bird seed and corn.
While I was watching Pon climb up the pig ramp I noticed she was holding her left front paw in the air and she was limping. I connected and asked her what happened. She told me that she had been bitten by a rock person. I sent her Reiki to help her and told her to be more careful. She thanked me, as she patted Minnie on top of the head then she turned around to leave. As she was about to go back down the ramp she turned to look at me and she shook her massive head in acknowledgement. I had been blessed by their visit. I felt a heart link to her and the cubs while they quietly walked away to find new feeders. I mentally added that night to my growing list of amazing adventures and turned the deck lights out. When the darkness appeared again I saw something bright twinkling outside on the deck. Noni and her tribe had been there watching the entire time. This was just another reminder that my fairies were still watching over us. We are safe and loved I thought as I smiled a contented smile on my way to bed. “Sweet dreams.” I whispered to no one in particular as I tucked Reggie and Pepper in, and climbed in my bed myself. “What next?” I thought as I pulled the covers up I began to drift away, hopefully to another magical adventure.
The End , Well maybe not.