Has anyone had any encounters with fairies, gnomes, elves or any other little people? I want all the stories you have personally or second hand
Has anyone had any encounters with fairies, gnomes, elves or any other little people? I want all the stories you have personally or second hand
my friend and her mom both separately saw the same small grey man when they lived in a specific apartment, but never saw him again after moving
both described it as black and white like from an old movie. i can ask for more details
Sure
They exist. Ever hear of the Atacama? The CIA is trying to bury .and discredit it.
How big was his pe pe?
Not a fairy.
It isn't "The Atacama", Atacama is the desert and by extention the region of Chile where they found it. This is a premature human with birth defects, it has genetic anomalies due to not convinient
Several of these were found and contain 91% identical human dna.
Chimps have 96%
So is it alien?
8 random numbers. I like to hide in them... Only safety I have. What? oh! Gnomes. you should be fine just dont carry gold on you... mulTIpass pic
I lived near a relatively large forest for most of my childhood in the UK, I spent a lot of my time in it with my one friend and my brother just messing around and doing what kids do. One afternoon my brother was sick and my friend wasn't allowed outside by his parents so I decided to go out to the forest by myself and see if I could find any horses to say hello to.
I must've spent like 30 minutes in there looking for some until I stumbled upon a part of the forest I had never explored, which was odd because I could've sworn I had headed that far out into the woods multiple times. There was even a small stream which made no sense because I'd never seen or heard water when in the woods before. Then not even a moment later I saw a small man by the stream, which must've been about half a foot tall, with some weird brown thing in his hands. He didn't look anything like the gnomes or small people you see in movies, he had a crudely made green shirt and even what looked like tree bark for shoes. I remember how he looked at me and how it was like pure fear as if I was seeing something I wasn't supposed to see.
From that point on I just stared at him as he stared back until another little person began to emerge from the stream. He didn't even look wet, just walked out from beneath the water onto the soil beside it. Seconds later and the other gnome started speaking in a surprisingly low pitched voice in a language I couldn't understand, the other one turning to me as the original one jumped into the stream. He threw some weird brown dust in my general location and then jumped into the water.
I stood there bewildered for a good minute, and then approached the stream. I put my hand in, expecting to fall through, but simply hit the soil beneath. Never saw anything like it again, but I can still make my way to that stream today, even though my brother never said he saw a stream in those woods. There aren't even any streams leading into those woods on the map...
That’s interesting. Thanks
Where in UK please? also did you feel like the beings were malevolent?
An old man I knew used to make little clay gnomes in his spare time, inside each one he would put a silver coin from his collection of Iron Age currency.
He used to put them all around his study, but every time I went in there to see him, each gnome, painted and glazed as it was, was in a different pose, and in a different place, this came to an end after he died, but one by one they all went missing.
That is so cool
I once sold coke to a midget. I lived in Vegas, it had to be 1992 or 93. It was summer, and bored with sexual exploits and hard drugging and drinking, I decided I'd have a lil fun with the midget that frequented my favorite bar. Lets call him Vance, because that was his name and no one is going to care to remember it. I started playing his friend, got close to him, he was obnoxiously chatty. Full of stupid, tiny opinions, tiny like his arms and legs, watching him stumble up onto a bar stool, often times waving away help, kept me from putting a gun in my mouth for a good six months. Well, I got him hooked on the shit. Bad. This guy would hit me up in the dead of night for a fix, would suck my dick, anything, and I mean anything. I did it all to this little frick. What he didn't know, was that I had been consistently cutting his dope with saw dust from the hard work of better men, with glass, hell, I even crushed up a tic once and he was so deep into his high he never noticed. None of this was affecting him enough for my pleasure though, and I soon raised the stakes and added rat poison. I would even spray wienerroach killer into his bags. I saw the effects almost immediately, he almost shrunk in size, if that were possible, he began to have mild seizures and I assured him it was simple withdrawals, and that he just needed a little more. Before a month was over, he was practically crawling to my door, having abandoned our bar and his friends. He would sit on my couch and cry about god having abandoned him, and before his untimely death, I made sure he had all but given up on any hope of peace or love in this life or any other.
Watching his little casket being carried by his midget children was the funniest shit I've ever seen, his family held me and wept and thought my tears were pain, but they were jubilation. I've never shared this story until now.
For weeks in Australia, I saw glimpses of a guy that was about two feet tall riding around on an electric scooter. The scooter went by so fast and unexpected that it was hard to get a good look. I'm sure it was just a small midget on a supped-up scooter, but I was tempted to ask other people on the street if they saw him. I didn't because I didn't want to seem weird or insensitive.
In 1957, John Trasco of Everittsville, PA encountered a short humanoid alongside his barn. It was wearing a green suit with shiny buttons and a tam o'shanter. It said, "don't be afraid, we are friendly people, we don't mean no harm." It asked if it could have the man's dog. After the man said no, the being said, "we'll be seeing you" and it left.
I got very nauseous one night when I was maybe seven or eight years old, so just short of twenty years ago. Around that time I had the top bunk for myself and frequently got vertigo before falling asleep. Anyway, I went to the toilet to sit down on the toilet seat and puked. I saw some gnome looking creature standing on the floor looking at me but can't really remember what it was doing. I think it was mostly just observing the situation.
i saw the druid on a tree stump. he teleported me down the road
>Have street with trees on it
>Sort of a barrier between the pavement and the road
>They're space far apart though like one big tree every 15-20ft
>Affluent kind of place
>Walk through the street one day
>See one of the trees has this little door on it with a little door knob and trinkets outside it
>Take a closer look
>Some nutcase woman comes out of her house and tells me to leave because I'm "frightening the gnomes"
Pic related, I had to get it from google maps.because I didn't get a pic at the time..
I have channeled gnomes, it turned out that they are sort-of aliens without a current home planet instead living on various planets and helping with small but important tasks. Their energies feel... jolly, I don't know how else to describe. Very odd race, enlightened but focused on what others tend to ignore. They remind me of Tom Bombadil with their happy and carefree attitude.
I have two fairy friends, too pure to be good companions for me. They struggle with answering questions like "what should I do" because they see love and perfection in everything. I know there are less pure spirits also called as fairies.
Elves are hard to define, in a way nordic ayys are quite elven, part of the human collective is (or seems) elven who are common found on the astral plane. I love elven forests in the astral and often meet the natives but I can't pin down what they are, it doesn't really matter so I haven't research this topic much.
inb4 larping
The honest stories of true experiencers have to sound like larp.
Gnomes keep stealing my underpants. What do I do to prevent this?
Cultivate a robust shit stain on all undies you don’t want pinched
>be me 10 years ago
>massive heroin addict but also still love /psy/s
>vape ~50mg of dmt from a meth pipe each morning as part of my daily routine to start my day
>"machine elves" often visit me over the course of several months
>doesn't happen every trip
>interact with several other entities/beings as well on separate occasions between and after
>they're quite jester like in behavior and mannerisms
>physically, their body appears to be around 3 feet tall but they have long, lanky arms and legs, pointy ears, big mischievous grins with very sharp teeth
>over the course of several months and 100s of trips of them visiting me they are tricksters, play pranks on me, and basically test me to see my reaction
>they finally deem me 'worthy' and invite me to their planet
>at first i think of nibaru/planet x as their planet is far from any sun considering the lack of light
>the entire planets structures and streets are made of some metallic compound
>purple lights run through the streets and building forming an intricate pattern to light up their planet
>as i arrive on their planet i am greeted by ~5 of them in front of me forming a hemisphere
>communication is telepathic and it is quite evident that they are very excited to have me as a guest
>they enthusiastically want to teach me and gift me with information
>present to me a box that once opened 'installs' information into my brain that they then ask me to perform tasks to ensure i received the knowledge
>come back to earth and have no idea what the frick they taught me or implanted into my brain
i assume that the reoccuring theme of the machine elves visiting me during dmt trips was due to expecting it based off what i had previously read/expected to experience on dmt prior to taking it. kinda like how someone who was a christian might see jesus or 'god' on psychedelics whereas a hindu might see shiva, krishna, or ganesh, etc.
go on...
I took 35 grams of fresh subaeruginosa and saw a gnome in my living room.
Something gifted me a four leaf clover, once, I´m pretty sure that falls under a similar realm.