Seeing Fairies

by Marjorie T Johnson

  The following reports of fairies were written in 1996 by my good friend “Lena,” who has been helping me to finish the typing of the manuscript of this book. “Before meeting Marjorie,” she stated, “I had not believed in fairies, and after meeting and speaking with her I was still very sceptical, probably because I had never experienced seeing them personally. However, several things have happened to me that have since made me more convinced of the reality of fairy-life.

  “My first experience occurred while lying in bed wide awake one morning, when I found myself walking down a lane, to the right of which was a border of flowers. As I drew near, I was aware of three small, green-clothed figures, about two feet in height. Two of these were tending the flowers and the third raised his head, looked straight at me, and then carried on with his work. On the next occasion, I had a vision of some wonderful, vividly hued flowers, from which flowed a cascade of luminous colours and the appearance of a single tiny, winged fairy. A further happening occurred during a period of emotional upheaval in my life. I was feeling rather depressed, very tearful, and quite sorry for myself. I was lying in bed wide awake my bedroom overlooking the lawned garden—when I became aware of a small figure, approximately one foot in height and wearing a dark cloak, coming scurrying across the lawn. At this point I turned over on my side, then with such clarity I heard a tiny voice near me saying ‘Please don’t cry; we’ll look after you,’ and at the same time a strange earthy smell seemed to come from my pillow. I felt no fear and had felt a part of this experience, but the smell made me sit up in bed, my depression lifted, and in amazement I realised something quite extraordinary had taken place. I repeatedly sniffed my pillow, but the smell had now completely gone.”

  Mr. John Winfield, of Nottingham, recounted to me the experience he had at the age of five. He had entered the room where his baby sister lay sleeping peacefully in her cot, and around her he saw a ring of dancing fairies. There were many of them, all dressed in pretty colours, and he says he will never forget the lovely sight.

  On a beautiful spring morning in 1939, Mrs. Shirley Eshelby, of Carbis Bay, Cornwall, was awakened at six o’clock by the soft perfume that emanated from a vase of leaves and blossom standing on a table by the side of her bed. These blooms had been gathered in a lovely, haunted dell-garden in the heart of Sussex, and had been untouched by any hands but her own. “The room was flooded with a rosy glow caused by the sun shining through rose-coloured curtains,” she explained. “The leaves in the vase changed colour as I watched them, and the blossom moved a little, shedding some of its petals. I wondered if a spider were weaving its web about them, and as I mused in this way I heard a strange, sweet sound of tinkling bells and pipe music, which I can only describe as ‘tiny,’ and soft, quick, and light—the kind of music that makes one want to smile without knowing why. It was most stimulating and I actually felt that I could dance with joy. “As I listened to the prelude a cloud filled with crystal drops began to spin slowly in the centre of the room, and as it gained in velocity it grew smaller and smaller until there was only a little something left that looked like a bunch of shimmering leaves and blossom but did in fact form the dress of a lovely little creature that vibrated with life. I watched this small being dancing a delightful staccato caprice that lasted for a few seconds and although she appeared to me to be dancing in space, she was evidently stepping on something that was solid to her feet, because she never danced below a certain level. When departing she skipped away in high jumps, touching the invisible line with her tiny, naked feet. Although the window was open, she avoided it and passed through the wall.

  “The question in my mind was ‘What was that?’ And a voice inside my head replied: ‘A playful little nature-spirit, a flower fairy. There are lots of them about in the springtime.’”

  As I have no other accounts of trolls, I am glad to be allowed to quote the following passages from A Woman of Spirit, written by Doris Collins, the well-known Spiritualist and healer, with the kind permission of the publishers, Grafton Books (London): “In 1980 I went to Finland to fulfil a series of public and private engagements, which had been arranged for me and which took me all over the country, from Helsinki to Lapland and the border with the Soviet Union. I would have cancelled the trip on the advice of my doctor, but extensive plans had already been made, because I had developed an ulcer on my right leg, which was in plaster, and I was walking at the time with the aid of two sticks. I explained the problem to my hosts and told them that they would have to look after me, which they agreed to do. It was in Rovaniemi on the Arctic Circle, that I had a very extraordinary experience. We flew there in the early morning—there being only one flight a day from the capital—and the snow was four foot thick on the ground. I was met by the man who was to be interpreter and with whom I was to stay. We drove by car to his lovely modern flat, where I was introduced to the lady of the house, who did not speak a word of English….

  “I had risen early to catch the plane and was not of course in the best of health, so I told my host that I wanted a good rest before the evening, when I had a public meeting to deal with. My room was a double one with a large bed. I removed my dress, lay on the bed, and covered myself with a blanket. I thought that if I actually got into bed, I might not want to get up later. I shut my eyes to rest them. I had hardly made myself comfortable, and I was certainly not asleep or even dozing, when I heard chattering all around me, there were people in the room. Perhaps, thinking I was asleep, they had come to inspect the strange creature in their midst from England. Cautiously, out of politeness rather than fear, I opened one eye slightly and I was right: there were people in the room, but they were little people, no higher than the bed. They climbed up and pushed pillows behind my back, tucking me inside the blanket like a child. I felt like Gulliver, but I knew their intention was to look after me. Could they have been Lapps, I wondered? I had heard that Lapps were not very tall but these people were tiny, like midgets. As suddenly as they had come, they went. The chattering ceased and there was total silence. I drifted off to sleep. I woke up at about three o’clock in the afternoon. Only the lady was in the house but I could not question her. I washed, dressed, and started preparing for the evening meeting while I awaited the return of my interpreter. When I told him what had happened and asked him who the little people were, he looked at me nonplussed. He spoke to my hostess and then said quite simply that she had told him that nobody had been in the flat. There was something strange in his expression and I decided not to pursue the matter because they obviously did not seem to know what I was talking about. The evening was a great success, and the following day I travelled to Tampere, where I met the man who was to return with me to Helsinki and act as interpreter for three days. He had taught at London University and spoke impeccable English, but he said he thought he might find his job difficult since he knew nothing about my work. I told him not to worry, and to reassure him I also told him a great deal about himself, which appeared to amaze him. We went for a walk in the countryside the following day, and I related my experience in Rovaniemi. I expected him to laugh when I spoke of the little people, and his reaction surprised me. ‘Yes,’ he said, ‘I fully understand.’”

  “‘You believe what I’ve told you,’ I asked.

  “‘Of course I do,’ was his reply. ‘You are in the land of the trolls.’”

  Miss M. J. Field of Somerset wrote that some of her friends had found that fairies were particularly likely to visit them when they were ill or convalescent. “Has this also been your experience?” she asked. I can answer that I have had an experience, though it differs from those of other contributors. It was very poignant one and is deeply imprinted on my memory. I had just retired to bed on the night of 24 April l988, when I saw a fairy flying round my head. She was joined by other fairies, and they kept flying slowly in front, over, and around me, till I had a strong impression that they were preparing me and trying to strengthen me for something that was to come. It came all too soon, for the very ne
xt day my sister and I were sitting talking happily together when her words suddenly became mumbled and she had a stroke. She lingered, paralysed, for a few days, and then passed away peacefully. It was she who had shared with me some of the experiences included in this book, and the fairies loved her. They knew that they could not prevent her transition, so they had tried to strengthen me, and had it not been for their loving ministration beforehand I know that the shock would have been much greater than it was.

  At the beginning of 1965, Mrs. I. Morrison of Glasgow was not well, and every time she wakened during the night she saw some fairies sitting in a circle at the foot of her bed. They were all in lovely colours and seemed to be very busy talking and making signs with their hands. Seeing fairies was to her a common occurrence, but during the times she was ill they seemed never to go away. On one occasion she awoke about two o’clock in the morning to see two lovely little people in a large circle of helio, green and blue. They came walking through it, smiling at her, and then passed right over her on to the ceiling, where they turned into two tiny lights.

  Mrs. Dorothy J. Hancock, of Walthamstow, London, had her first fairy experience at the age of twelve, while she was convalescing after an illness. Just after daybreak one morning as she lay in bed, she became conscious of tiny voices and laughter. On looking around, she saw in a ray of sunlight on the other side of the room a group of at least thirty little people, each about four inches high. The men wore conical hats and had trousers and shoes “all in one,” of a shiny material, which had the appearance of skin in beautiful and varied colours. The women’s dresses were of a cobwebby texture in pastel shades, and “something like wings” flowed out from their shoulders. “Mere words cannot describe the beauty of it,” Mrs. Hancock said, “I could not understand their language, but their laughter I shall never forget—it was like the tinkling of tiny bells.” They did not seem to see her, and to her amazement they all came across the room and vanished into the wall. She saw their backs quite clearly as they went.

  When Josephine, the eldest daughter of Mrs. Winifred Kirby, of Leicestershire, was six, she became ill with scarlet fever. Her mother was sitting by the bed one day when Josephine suddenly sat up laughing, and made as if to grasp something that kept eluding her. When asked what she was doing, she said, “I am trying to catch that little man.” At the time, Mrs. Kirby thought the child was delirious, “but,” she said, “since then I have realised that the little man came to make her laugh, also to make her well again.”

  Mrs. Martha C. Smith, of the USA, was just about to turn out the lights ready to go to bed, when she noticed a blue haze in the bedroom. After saying a silent prayer for faith and attunement, she stood and watched. There seemed to be about five fairies, though where she was standing she could not see all of the room. Her “little man”—a nature spirit who is often with her and about whom there is more in another section of this book—was leading a very spirited discussion of some kind, and it took a few minutes to discover they were talking about her. She had been very restless and unable to sleep for a few nights, so she had asked for help, and that is why they were in conference. When they left, the room stayed a very pale blue. She went to bed with the impression that she would sleep, and she noticed there was a faint odour of medicine or herbs. She slept soundly through a terrible storm, and although her front door had been blown open during the night, she hadn’t even heard that. “When I awoke in the morning,” she said, “I knew I had been somewhere during the night. I also knew that I would be over my ‘nerves’ and feel very much better. That is the first time I have had a healing from the fairies, and I welcome them.”

  Writing from Tasmania, Mrs. F. E. Cotton told me that while a relative of hers, Mr. Jackson Cotton, was convalescing after an illness, four small people two or three feet high were his constant companions, and all of them were helpful and friendly. Two males sat on one side of the bed and a male and female on the other. They were dressed in smock-like garments, and the males wore beards. To the seer, they seemed as solid as his relatives and other visitors until an approaching step was heard, and then they would vanish but reappear as soon as all was quiet again. Although he was “taking it easy” after his illness, Mr. Cotton said he was certainly not suffering from hallucinations.

  Mrs. Grace Ridge, of Gillingham, Kent, who has seen the Little People since early childhood, was also visited by them in her bedroom. She had been very ill and was lying alone feeling extremely sorry for herself, for the day was dull with no sunshine to cheer her. Then, suddenly, the room was illumined with a rose-coloured light, and she saw just above the foot of the bed five lovely fairies dressed in pink flower-like dresses, which reminded her of roses. Holding hands, they danced in a ring very quickly; and when they disappeared they left behind them a healing power that uplifted her.

  While giving her sister-in-law magnetic treatment in her bedroom in 1937, Mrs. Emma S. King saw that her patient’s astral body was lying in a green meadow, studded with daisies and small poppies, etc. “In and out between the grasses, some brownies and tiny white etheric creatures came and went, actively and energetically binding into her the healing aroma of the grass and the flowers. They were in the charge of a fairy about eighteen inches high, mauve-coloured in both wings and drapery. She touched Coral on the forehead, and told her to ‘absorb the perfume of health, human child.’ It was very pretty to watch.

  “On 27 April 1937,” Mrs. King continued, “I went to Albert Park to bring my friend Mrs. S. to stay with me for a few days at Kew (Victoria), as she has a weak heart and has had pleurisy. We concentrated on giving her magnetic treatment before taking the little journey, and in the centre of her body I saw a whirling vortex of blue force, vibrating and glowing until it spread and enveloped her whole body… A fairy stood on her forehead—an exquisite little thing, all shimmering mauve with a lovely little light on its head and a tiny wand in its hand. On other occasions when I have been helping to treat her, I have seen brownies working on the pleurisy patch and drawing away the trouble in what looked like white threads. In fact, both of us have seen this on several occasions, Mrs. S. being much more clairvoyant than I am.”

  Another instance of how the Little People brought healing came from Mrs. D. Goddard, of Totton, Hants. When she was ill with quinsy, she sensed quite definitely two little men—one on the top, and the other on the end of her bed. “They were about six inches high,” she said, “and had such pink little faces. Their beards were not made of hair, but something much finer in texture. They radiated happiness and love, yet gave the impression of much strength of purpose and energy. They were unlike anything physical. They seemed to be throwing a kind of gossamer thread backwards and forwards to each other, and this went on for several minutes. I recovered very quickly, although my throat had been so bad. I know now that the thread was just a materialised form of healing power.” Mrs. Goddard added that she felt a sense of loss when they seemed to go away, and a feeling of regret that the ordinary person is unaware of the presence of such brings.

  When Mrs. Eva Parker of Ilkeston, Derbyshire, was about four years of age, she also was confined to bed with quinsy and was just about to fall asleep when she perceived that she was in a field dotted with small hillocks, on which some tiny figures were playing. Each of these was dressed in green with a brown apron and a cone-shaped hat, and they were all jumping over each other’s backs and appearing to be enjoying themselves very much. They made Mrs. Parker feel very happy and carefree, and when her sister came into the room and stood watching her with her arms resting on the bed rail, she pretended to be asleep because she did not want her to speak and spoil her lovely experience. Left alone again, she saw one of the gnomes sit down on a hillock and hold out his apron, and one after another the gnomes dived headfirst into it and disappeared. Afterwards she felt very uplifted and much better in health.

  Early one morning, in the sunlit bedroom of a house at Cranleigh, in Surrey, Mrs. M. O. Weller was looking anxiously at her husband, who was
ill with heart trouble, when something else attracted her attention. Eight fairies were floating gracefully round the room. With their pretty faces framed in fair hair, they were like miniature dolls five to six inches in height, and had wings. Their long dresses were each of a different hue—cerise, pale green, blue, deep pink, mauve, orange, gold, and lemon. Spellbound at the colourful picture they made, she watched them quietly for some time, but although she told her husband, he could not see them. “And,” she told me ruefully, “my family won’t believe it!”

  Mrs. Alys Pare Flewitt, D.C., an osteopath of Kensington, London, always saw fairies and gnomes encircling one of her patients to whom she was giving treatment. “This patient possessed, to a marked degree, the natural youth, fullness that is so attractive and in her public work she was much loved,” said Mrs. Flewitt, who told of another experience she had at a public meeting at Victoria, London, when she was conscious of fairies around a women a few seats ahead, and this person, too, seemed to possess “a special, innate quality.”

  In a letter to me in June 1959, Mrs. G. K. Evason of Kent said, “As I took up the writing pad, I seemed to be surrounded by fairies, all radiating vibrations of intense happiness. I only sensed their presence then and could not see them, but on commencing to write to you I am aware of a ring of them about my feet, led by a ‘Fairy Queen.’ She has wings, and her raiment is like gossamer, white, and pale blue. Her tiny wand is radiant with light and has a brilliant star on the top. Now she becomes clearer still and turns her exquisite face to me. She has lovely hair of a light corn colour, and it is rippling about her head and neck in waves and curls. She is beating time and singing, and she lifts a cluster of silver bells. The fairies in her band are dancing and singing in time to her conducting, and now I become conscious of their vibrations being directed to the left side of my throat. The Queen fairy points to the trouble spot and conveys to me that she is focusing healing power there. This is much needed, as the condition has given me considerable inconvenience for a long time.”