Every year for Samhain I publish accounts of my more charged, and in some cases creepy, spiritual pursuits. The Dead Time is a treasured journey to Solstice, and as it is a time of untime, the shadowed season presents a great opportunity to tell the stories that many who do shamanic work won’t tell–the occasions when things don’t go well or the unseen presents itself unexpectedly. You may recognize some of these accounts from my previous stories, while others are more recent. Enjoy the solitude of encroaching darkness. The light will return soon enough.
I didn’t disbelieve in faeries, I just hadn’t seen them before. This story isn’t creepy, per se, though it recounts an experience very much outside of our everyday observance. Or does it? Faeries in the Garden…
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