F is for family faeries – A Pagan Blog Post

I think every Scottish family has their own set of Fae folk that came with them from the old country. Whether they know it or not they are there. I’m lucky in that we were aware they were with us. I haven’t figured out how they split and come back together but they seem to when the family moves away and then comes back. I know that when I moved out on my own they came with me. I wasn’t really aware of their presence until I was living by myself. And when I moved in with my sister the ones that had been at my parent’s house came with her and mine came with me.

When you live with other people it’s easy to think that strange things that happen are being done by another human but when you live alone you don’t have that excuse. When things move and you live alone it kind of hits you in the face. And the Fae are not the same as the family ghosts who also visit from time to time.

It was readily apparent that something was living in the apartment with me from the moment I moved in to an apartment by myself. There were tiny lights that would move around the room that the cat would fixate on and hunt. Stuff moved around the apartment. I keep a key hook by the front door for a reason and that is where I put my keys the minute I enter the house so when they go moving across rooms to places I haven’t gone you knew something was up.

Sometimes it’s a shadow where nothing should leave one or something just barely moving or moving too quickly out of the corner of your eye. Has the cat or dog ever acted like someone pulled their tail? Or was riding them around the room?

I had to teach a workshop with Fimo and had bought a lot of tiny cookie cutter shapes to take. They were packaged nicely and I put them in my kit to take. I had a tackle box for every craft I taught. I got to the place where I was teaching and no cutters. We improvised but I was not happy. I got home and there in the middle of the room in their bag were the cutters with nothing else any where near them and the distinct feeling something was laughing at me. This kind of thing can make you a little nuts.

Many times I have been missing something and stood in the middle of a room and asked nicely for whatever the article was an it usually appears within hours, sometimes a few days if they want to teach a lesson but always in a place I haven’t been or on the flip side the place I turned inside out first like my purse or backpack.

I have learned that when I move the easiest way to deal with it is as the last thing invite them to move with me. I do it before I lock the door for the last time. Usually lying on the floor because there is now no furniture in the apartment or house and extend an invitation and leave the door open enough for something to leave with me. When I get to the new place I invite them in and I leave an offering the first night of milk and honey or sugar or sometimes butter which I have found they like almost as much as the cats.

So next time you see a shadow moving across the baseboard turn your head and watch out of the corner of your eye. You might see something that surprises you.

Note: While I was writing this, my work badge came unclipped and after making the rounds of everywhere I had been on the floor and searching my cubicle first, it appeared under a file cabinet. Not funny, guys. Seriously? Leave me alone at work and go home! Time for an offering tonight, I guess.

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