A Guide to the Faeries of Avalon

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.

Thomas James Russell
Photograph of Glastonbury Tor under the Milky Way by Thomas James Russell

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.

Four Quarters and Equinoxes

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 Summerlands by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut.

About me and my work

annieHello, 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.

My books

Stories in the Stars: What our ancestors were trying to tell us

Stories in the Summerlands: A pilgrimage into esoteric Avalon

The Sacred Sex Rites of Ishtar: Shamanic sex magic and sexual healing

The Bright World of the Gods: A real faery tale from the mists of Avalon

The Grail Mysteries:  Sovereignty and shamanic sex magic

How to follow my teachings

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.

You can just curl up by a log fire in winter, or under an old sprawling apple tree in summer, and  enjoy these tantalising tales purely for their entertainment value. However, those already advanced in wisdom will also be able to bathe in the deeper, magical rivers flowing underneath that tell another story – one that is nourishing to the heart and the soul.

Both of these novels chart the progress of women as they awaken to their innate capacity for sacred shamanic love through the Marriage of the Sun and the Moon, and they contain easily recognisable characters from Celtic myths such as Merlin, Manawyddan, Gwyn ap Nudd, Arianrhod, Gwyddion and Taliesin.

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 Mystery teachings in plain language, so read on.

In The Sacred Sex Rites of Ishtar, you will discover an ancient teaching that has been secret for many millennia, and only revealed to the chosen few, about how sexual ecstasy is achieved through holy sacrament.

I show how erotic poetry and engravings from ancient Egypt, Crete, India, Sumer and Babylon were about sacred sex, which used to be part of Kingship rites that enlightened the ruler and thus gave him the ability to rule.

In this book, I reveal the metaphysical anatomy of the human being, and then disclose the previously secret techniques of shamanic sex magic, so that people can try them for themselves.

In Stories in the Stars, you will learn that ancient myths are like Trojan horses that carry our ancestors’ voices and wisdom that they hid in astrological and alchemical metaphors.

Over thousands of years, these orally-transmitted wisdom teaching stories have been twisted and bastardised into fake histories in order to serve various and changing political imperatives. Once I’ve taught you how to decode them, you will be able to transform and reincarnate into your own life today.

It is the hidden meaning of the verse from Genesis 6:1-4

And it came to pass, when men began to multiply on the face of the Earth, and daughters were born unto them, that the sons of God saw the daughters of men that they were fair; and they took them wives of all which they chose…

There were giants in the Earth in those days; and also after that, when the sons of God came unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown.

To the Bible literalist or the science fiction fan, this passage is about extra-terrestrial giants coming to Earth from other planets and impregnating the human females. But to those who have the eyes to see, it is is really about the implosion of divine energies that are the result  of the interdimensional coupling through the stages of the Adoration of the Beloved and the Opening of the Magnetic Floor. This produces the Radiant Child, which is not a human baby but the gift of the Sovereignty of the land.

The “men of renown” of Genesis are the heroes who the mythologist Joseph Campbell wrote about in his The Hero with a Thousand Faces. This dragon-slaying champion appears in innumerable ancient myths worldwide under different names. And he is born as the Radiant Child on the Winter Solstice before growing into maturity and then setting off on his adventures.

You can hear a lot more about the birth of this Radiant Child in Stories in the Summerlands, in which I guide you along a pilgrimage into esoteric Avalon in the British Isles. And after reading this book, you will have a deeper understanding about the metaphysical symbols of the Marriage of the Sun and the Moon, which have been impregnated into the land itself by those who came before us, where the constellations, or the “giants” of Genesis, have “fallen”.

The Welsh have long referred to south-west Britain as Loegres, or the Lost Lands, after it was taken from them by successive waves of Roman, Anglo-Saxon and Norman invaders.  Their last shaman was the 6th century bard Taliesin whose songs lament the fact that the vital magical lore was rapidly vanishing from awareness during his lifetime.

Taliesin understood that when mystics talk about the land, it refers as much to our inner cognitive heaths, hills and vales as the outer turf and soil, and that if we lose the Sovereignty over our own inner lands, as sure as night follows day, we will lose our domain without too.

Fortunately, the kernel of this wisdom has been preserved within various art forms by successive waves of Druids, Templars, Rosicrucians and Freemasons – who are known collectively as the Grailkeepers. 

So after reading Stories in the Summerlands, you will understand the importance of the occulted messages that our Druidic ancestors encoded into sacred sites, such as Stonehenge, and which can still be appreciated today in the abbeys and churches.

You may even decide to become a Weaver or Keeper of the Grail yourself!