There are almost as many names for faeries in these parts as there are stories about them, courtesy of the exiled Irish and Welsh whose memories still remain like holographic movies hovering in the morphogenic fields of the land they left behind.
To the Irish, the faeries are known as the Tuatha da Danaan, and also the Daoine Sidhe (pronounced shay) who are pivotal in shamanic work with the ancestors in the Underworld. They are like pilots who guide the shaman in trance along the Rivers of Blood or DNA, to help him in redeeming his family line.
The Scottish fae are very much like the Irish fae, which is hardly surprising since they come from the same mythological root stock. They are called the Sith, but it is also pronounced shay like their cousins on the Emerald Isle. There are too many races of Sith to name here, but they include the Black Angus or Cu Sith who are named after a faery dog, the Fachan who are all as ugly as their tempers and to be avoided at all costs, and the Selkies who are seals that live in the lochs but who, from time to time, shapeshift into human form.
In Wales, we find the Tylwyth Teg (pronounced till-with-teeg) who are famous for their skills in alchemy and for riding through the skies on yarrow sticks. They are divided into five races: the Ellyllon (elves), the Coblynau (dwarf miners), the Bwbachod (guardians of the hearth), the Gwragedd Annwn (well maidens) and the Gwyllion (crones of the mountains).
Those who know them are respectful about using their names, because just naming them can call them. So they are often referred to more obliquely in these parts as the Gentry, the Little People and the Dod, while to the Scots they are the People of Peace, the Prowlies, the Silent Moving Folk, the Wee Folk and the Pixies.
So yes, we really do have faeries living at the bottom of our gardens, although they rarely look like the tiny gossamer winged Tinkerbell of Victorian fantasies, or Moth and Peaseblossom of Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream. On the contrary, some of them are huge hags and giants, or have just one eye, one arm and one leg, while others are covered in fur. But more often than not, they look very much like you and me and if you passed one on the street when you were in a hurry, you may not even notice them.
The Fae tend to live in prominent mounds, like Glastonbury Tor which is the home of the King of the Faeries, Gwyn ap Nudd, the guide of the souls of the dead into the Otherworlds at the time of the Wild Hunt.
These faery mounds are also known as sidhes and in Scotland, burghs (hence Edinburgh) from which music can often be heard at night, especially during their revels celebrating the cross-quarter festivals of Imbolc, Beltane, Lughnasadh and Samhain.
There are all sorts of stories about people who are out past midnight on such nights and unwittingly stumble upon one of these mounds, and then either never come back or return one hundred years later when all their friends and relatives are long dead. However, those tales are usually just bastardisations of archetypal myths about the hero falling into the Underworld to redeem his ancestors, and then salted-and-peppered with Christian fear porn.
The Fae are spirits of the Land and are not to be confused with goddesses or angels who are from another part of the shamanic World Tree: the Upper World.
Another name commonly used for the Fae is the Elders, because they fell from the stars at a much earlier Time than we did, and their experience of Time is very different to ours.
In the old folk tales that still survive in parts of the British Isles relatively untouched by modernism, it is said that the Fae fell to Earth at the First Utterance or primordial vibration. It is also told that all the animals fell to Earth on the Second Utterance and on the Third, the humans fell.
The Fae, apparently, fell to Earth at the same time as the Bright One in order to protect her as she lay dreaming in the land of the Hollow Hills. This Sleeping Beauty is the Celtic equivalent of the Dreamer in Land, the genius locii who is known in Avalon as Breed, Brigantia or Brigid.
This was an extract from © Stories in the Land, Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, 2019 – out soon!
About me and my work
Hello, I’m Annie Dieu-Le-Veut and I write books on shamanism, Earth magic, the Grail Mysteries, the spirit of Sovereignty and sacred sexuality. I also decode ancient myths to show how they are actually the vessels or arks of our ancestors sailing the seas of Time and containing, deep in their submarinal holds, precious messages about our innate holographic relationship to eternal astrological and alchemical cycles which drive each of us along our life’s path.
Once we understand the substance of the messages our ancestors left for us thousands of years ago, we can realise the value and meaning of human life and finally know what to do with it.
The Grail Mysteries: Sovereignty and shamanic sex magic
The Bright World of the Gods: A real faery tale from the mists of Avalon
Stories in the Stars: What our ancestors were trying to tell us.
How to read my books
If you’re thinking of getting one or more of my books, can I give you a bit of a steer? There are two ways to receive my teachings, and each augments the other.
If you wish to go down the fictional route, and become inspired in your dreams and imagination by the coded magical keys, symbols and metaphors hidden in mytho-poetic romantic adventures, I suggest that you read The Bright World of the Gods first, and then The Grail Mysteries. They are actually the first two books of a trilogy, although they work great as standalones too. I haven’t written the third in the series yet.
However, if you feel you need some help with unravelling the meanings of the symbols and metaphors found in ancient myths, my theoretical works are straightforward accounts that explain these Mysteries teachings in plain language.
Reclaiming Sovereignty is largely about the historical and mythological evidence, going back thousands of years, for the practice of shamanic sex magic, otherwise known as the Marriage of the Sun and the Moon, which brought wisdom and enlightenment to the newly-crowned king on the night of his coronation. There is also a step-by-step guide for practising it yourself.
In Stories in the Stars, you’ll learn that ancient myths are like Trojan horses carrying our ancestors’ voices and wisdom that they hid in astrological and alchemical metaphors which, once I’ve taught you how to decode them, will help you to transform and reincarnate into your own life today.