#fae comments

On a follow up to that Mushi-shi ask. They also liked, for example, when the guy was telling that woman about the Mushi that liked to play in the snow, and that when they would roll around, they created snow balls that would roll down cliffs and drop from trees, etc. (which makes you think, too about those little drifts of snow, now, doesn’t it) But what they liked most was when the woman said something along the lines of, “Oh, how playful and mischievous,” to have the guy answer, “but they can also create avalanches, too.”

#I'll keep that in mind when they're using a strand of my hair to turn me into a silver mushroom for their interior decor

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And so is their right, which is just another reason and show of just how respectful and kind to them you should be. A tsunami does not apologize or ask permission or feel remorseful when it destroys homes, towns, and kills hundreds of people.

Although if may explain myself, I meant I wanted to get to know them the way you get to know a loved one .. in a way I could appreciate them for exactly who they are.

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Then don’t try trickery with them. Of course, they will play a game with you, but if you have an ulterior motive to why you are playing, or doing anything with them, they will want to rip you apart.. or something bad. They won’t be happy. Ulterior motives, even if ‘good’ ones in your eyes, are still ulterior motives and deceitful. That is rude and lying to them.

I just read The Cruel Prince by Holly Black. It’s much like the way you described the Cassandra Claire book. I know it’s not accurate at all, but I enjoyed it. Is that bad? Would you say that Brian Froud’s depiction of the fae is at all accurate? I apologize for all the questions, but I appreciate that you’re here.

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They say anything that’s true is not ‘bad,’ although bad is a very opinionated word that bears zero truth. If you honestly like it, you’re being true. True is being in align with Nature. 

I asked Molly Spence the question and then made the mistake of asking her age.  I spent the night in the pond with the spring peepers singing a chorus.  She never did give an answer

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Just a note in that this is not your ‘normal’ faerie blog. You will not find fancy courts, or see Fae portrayed here as some kind of beautiful renaissance inspiration. This is not a blog to find pretty pastels and love and light, and new aged beliefs of pretty glittery things and peace for all. 

This is the Fae.

The Fae of the Old Worlds. 

The old stories that have gotten lost and buried amongst the garbled portrayals since the renaissance times.

(Here’s a secret: Most fae do not even look human at all.) 

The Fae may be nice to you, and even help you do things. They may even like you, but they ARE to be respected. It is arrogant to think you are the same as them, which is why I speak for them, and do not claim I am one. I have humility to what is really out there. 

These Fae are not good, or bad, but everything inbetween. They are deadly beings who like to PLAY. They are not about sweet things, and spreading love around the world. They are mischievous, and dangerous, and they like to play games.

They have fascinations with the dead, morbid, and like very otherly odd kinds of things. They like to toy with humans.

Do not forget that.

They are not human.

These other ideas of fae are honestly like nails scratching on their veins. This is one of the reason why I think they want me to do this blog, to help get rid of these falsified ideas. The Old Worlds are screaming.

I played in bed last night and just expressed that I want to hold space for them, for nature. I just wanted friendship, it felt like something touched my head and then I fell asleep.

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