My Experience With The Fae

On one of the forums here on HubPages, there was some talk about the Faeries "who live at the bottom of the garden", and that got me to reminiscing about my own personal interactions with the Realm Of The Fae. So I thought I would share with you, dear readers, one of my most memorable Fae experiences that happened during the birth of my 2nd daughter Rowan....

Now I had been having a difficult pregnancy, and, at the time of this experience, I had been in labor for 41 hours - and to understand better the significance of what happened, you'll need to know a bit of background: It was New Years Eve, 1991. I was refusing any sort of pain medication as I wanted Rowan's birth to be as natural as possible. I was in my lull, before the very last stage of delivery, and was all alone in my room. All the lights were off and the door to the hall was opened only a few inches. As I lay there, I began to notice a warm golden glow coming from somewhere near the foot of my bed. So I sat up a bit to see what was causing that reflection on the walls, bed and floor. And lo and behold - there were about 50 small, shining, golden orbs, dancing about the three or four feet off the floor at the foot of my bed!

And as I was looking at them, their "dancing" became more and more wild.... so I rubbed my eyes, and they were still there! I rubbed them again - Yep! Still there! After about 4 minutes of watching them and realizing that they were not going to go away, I began pushing my nurse call button - and when she finally came in, I said in a whispered tone: "What do you see at the foot of my bed?"

"Nothing... why?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes........ why?"

Mind you, I was still staring at the faeries. But apparently she could not see them at all. So I pointed directly at them and said in an urgent whisper, "Right there! Can't you SEE THEM!?!"

No hun, I can't see anything... why don't you tell me what you see."

"I see tiny, dancing golden lights! There are right there as clear as YOU are! There are about 50 or so of them!" And I quickly looked over at her...

She, of course, gave me a look like I was crazy, and began writing something about me on her clipboard, and then suggested that I needed some pain medication! To which I told her "No way." So I looked back at the faeries and they were beginning to get dimmer and dimmer, until about 5 minutes later - and then they were gone.

It was then that I went into my final stage of labor. My heart was beating so fast, that I ended up having a seizure and almost dying. But after they leveled me out, her head was already out as it was striking Midnight (The Wytching Hour) on New Years. She was completely out by 12 seconds after Midnight; and then I had my little girl, born at midnight, on the BLUE MOON, on NEW YEARS EVE/DAY - which, now get this, won't happen again for another 2,000 years!

She was the New Years baby for the U.S.A. for that year, and we were all over the news! She had 13 birthmarks on her head - and no where else. The largest of these birthmarks was in the form of an oddly-shaped broken heart, right in the center of her forehead! And her hair was very unusual, in that there was in her dark almost black hair, a streak of white blond hair on her left side, that is still there today.

It has always been my belief that I was able to see the Faeries that night, due to the fact that New Years Eve is a "doorway time" betwixt the old year and the new, and "Midnight" is also a "doorway time" when The Veil Between The Worlds is thinnest. And the fact that it was a rare Blue Moon didn't hurt the situation either. Another consideration I had for being able to see the Fae that night, was that I was in an in-between state myself; being between life and death during a very difficult childbirth.

A year after her birth, it was quite by chance that I came across a wonderful cassette called, "Silver Apples Of The Moon - Golden Apples Of The Sun" by a band named 'Ceoltoiri' - and as I was reading the liner notes, I found the following description for a song called "Lias Laddie" (see lyrics below) - and when I read it, I got chills....

"In Celtic lore, the faerie people populated their underworld by stealing infants from mortal parents. But a child born with a lias, a particular type of birthmark, was considered safe from faerie schemes. This lullaby is the lament of a Faerie Queen for a lias child she cannot kidnap."

So I have always believed that these faeries that night were there to steal my little Rowan and leave a changeling in her place. This is why they were lingering for so long and so reluctant to leave.

And that, dear readers, is just one of my intense experiences with the Fae. There are many, many more.... but that is one of my most cherished.

Lias Laddie Lyrics (with translation)

Wert thou my ain jewel, (Were you my own jewel), Thy bed were not bracken, (Your bed would not be bracken) Thy cover no plaidie, (Your cover not plaid) Thy cot not a hut at the foot of Glen Trool, (Your cot not in a hut at the foot of Glen Trool) And thou not another ain's sweet lias laddie. (And you, not another's own sweet lias laddie).

List little luggie as I croon ye hooly, (Listen little ear as I croon/sing you holy) Wi' a cloud for a pillow, I'd cradle ye doon. (With a cloud for a pillow, I'd cradle you down), Wi' cannel stars blinkin', in sleep ye'd be sinkin', (With candle stars blinkin', in sleep you'd be sinkin'), While floating a-dream twixt the horns of the moon. (While floating a-dream, between the horns of the moon).

Couldst thou be my lammie, my dear lias laddie, (Could you be my lamb-y, my dear laias laddie) Thy heart would ne'er suffer the maist o' life's stoure. (Your heart would never suffer the most of life's strife), Wi' a Queen for thy mammie and a King for thy daddie, (With a Queen for your mother and a King for thy daddy), And thou Prince of Faerie to live evermore. (And you a Prince of Faerie to live evermore).

But waefu' and doolie do I whisper to ye, (But woeful and sadly do I whisper to you), For I ken'd at ye're Kimm'rin ye'd ne're be my ain, (For I knew at you're birthing you'd never be my own), Twas the lias that doomed me, (It was the lias that doomed me), My heart brak and soumed me, (My heart broke and consumed me), For the dear lias laddie and the wan chancey sain. (For the dear lias laddie and the one chance blessing.)

The "chance blessing" is the lias birthmark that protected him from the Faerie Queen.

You can purchase the album 'Silver Apples Of The Moon - Golden Apples Of The Sun' which has this song - at the Amazon.com link directly below: