Wild Foreign Beat - Faery Country!

by Bluesybeads Fri Jan 06, 2012 12:19 am

Wild because of Wild Cat, Foreign because it is not really my usual colours but more exotic and beat for the music silvers and the red hot dancing blood, dark earth, mossy forrest, forrest lake blues reflecting the sky - Faery country!

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Wild Foreign Beat - Faery Country! Dsc05299cv

Wild Foreign Beat

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Wild Foreign Beat

Wild Foreign Beat - Faery Country! Dsc05291c

Wild Foreign Beat

Wild Foreign Beat - Faery Country! Dsc05292c

Wild Foreign Beat

I will definitely also be wearing my Faerybeads Dragon lock with this bracelet Exclamation

by Bluesybeads Fri Jan 06, 2012 1:08 am

Inspirational source for my bracelet:

The fairy story

Once I found my way into the fairy world by chance of course – there is no other way
to find it.

I wandered in between some hills and found a wonderful world of little people, or so I remember, but only vaguely.

I watched someone else come into this world as well. A man. He heard some of the little people arguing and teasing each other and came looking to see if he could help out. But once on the hills he fell further down into the canyon and onto a fairy tree, or rather onto one of the tree’s 5 or 6 big branches. Immediately all the trees in the canyon let their leaves fly off to cover him. It was a very beautiful sight. All white leaves and rose leaves sailed to cover the entire fairy magic tree. Worried what had happened because of their arguing and teasing the little people came to see the man. They took the sleeping and dazed man to their village. Big mommy wrapped him in her blankets and covered him entirely and put scented flowers on top. After nine days the man was trying to wake up. I heard the little people argue that he could not breathe properly all wrapped up in blankets, and the man was still too big.

Then Sweety Pie took me travelling somewhere else, as she did not find it proper for me to see this process. Sweety Pie had a name of course, but I have already forgotten a lot of what went on. I do remember travelling on top of the hills with Sweety Pie. Sweety Pie was a mature lady and definitely not slim but not fat either. She was round and sweet and soft and good at telling stories, I think. The hills were so beautiful with earth and trees and bushes and the trail on top and a wide look into the canyon we were travelling along. I think that there might have been some sort of water down below, but it was far down.

I remember coming along the trail, and we went a long, long way. It took several weeks travelling, but at the end of the journey I looked down and spotted a little long valley where there were small thatched houses, and I exclaimed out loud “Actual pavement and cobbles”. It looked quite civilized like a cute homey place with people living fun and comfortable lives. I was right. The little people there were chubby people living well, and they were all both very practical but had a lot of fun with everything they did, and they were very good at arranging common food parties.

I came to live in one of the houses -the house which lay the furthest away from the trail. It was not a big house, but it was cosy and easy to live in. It always seemed to be sunny and the time of year did not change from early autumn. I think that I was a spoilt child there, always experiencing good humour from everyone else and could run everywhere in the hills and forrest without any duties to perform. Living with Sweety Pie was a happy and fun time.

One day I was trying on Sweety Pie’s clothes in the living room. Sweety Pie’s clothes are large and with many colours and ornaments, and when I put them on, they fit me perfectly to my amazement. I had grown of course, but I was not small and chubby at all, but slim and tall. I had fun putting on clothes which fit even though they should not. Suddenly the whole house shook, and things fell down from the wall. I ran outside and looked away from the small row of houses. I saw a great big yellow truck drive by on an asphalt road. I saw a corner of a big building with shops on the street. I seemed to remember coming from there, but I got confused and ran inside to see Sweety Pie. I could not find her, but I found the stairs down to the cellar. I did not like the noices coming from the cellar, and I knew not to go down there.

I ran out into the streets between the houses, but it was all strange. The streets were filled with large armoured cars, and it looked like a warzone. Very few people were around and the big yellow truck was working its way around. I got scarred and found my way back to the little cottage where I had felt safe for so long between good people.

When I saw the usual flowers on the door step, I knew that Sweety Pie had gone away. In the fairy world flowers on the door step is always a message of goodbye. I got very sad that Sweety Pie had not found me before she went away. I started crying.

I went to one of the neighbours who took me in and comforted me, and she immediately began packing food and clothes in big nets to be carried on the back. We were going travelling to the other side of the fairy world where I originally came from. It would be a long journey, and it was my sad duty to say goodbye to everyone, who had been so kind to me, and to place the customary flowers on the door step. I cried on the flowers when placing them. This place had been so good and the little people so kind.

I do not remember much from the journey back. I only remember waking up in my own bed with an echo of a whisper saying “you can always visit us in your dreams”.

Now was this all only a dream. It all seemed so real and yet so dreamy and nice. I wrote this down immediately when I woke in my bed, but there is so much more to the story, and already I cannot remember all. The name of my small chubby Sweety Pie and the names of all the kind neighbours have already been forgotten.

I cannot wait to go back in my dreams to this wonderful place where I stayed for years of my life and where I was happy and content. So long Sweety Pie. So long fairy land. I hope to visit again.

Copyright and written by Bluesybeads, november 2011