This post was originally written in response to a question someone posted on Otherkin Alliance, below. I am interested, of course, in seeing others' responses as well!
I want to hear everyone's memories about being fae.
Who you were, where you lived, what you did on a daily basis, etc. All of the memories.
All of them.
I wish I had something that was concrete enough to put in narrative form! What I have are mostly picture-glimpses.
The Night-Forest... sometimes warm dark night and sometimes cold frosty night, though I have no memories of snow. Conifers mostly, I think, evergreen... at least in the parts I remember. Also more exotic things, crystal trees of deep jewel colors... emeralds, amethysts, sapphires, rubies. Trees which softly give off light in these colors. Deep green, giant boles of larger specimens. The stars overhead... not sure of the moon. The sound of brooks and streams and odd nocturnal birds (not owls, I mean ones sounding like daytime birds here: sparrows, nightingales...)
A place that seems to be in perpetual autumn: golden, red, brown. But then also it is not perpetual: we are effecting the change from summer to autumn, making the leaves scintillate and change color. We are the tenders, the gardeners, the caretakers.
A lonely place with only myself: my spot of the changeland, held for my own. And myself something shining made of light, not a body of flesh. A corona of that light streams from the head, more streams from the back as wings. (this is sort of what I am aiming at with my avatar here)
Courts... queens... lords. A mass raggle-taggle of many species and races. Some tall and shining and others with bestial features that yet are not unbeautiful, even if they might be thought ugly by human standards.
Speaking not only mouth and words but with a little mind to mind and a little with drawing illustrations in the air, or them spontaneously manifesting and fading, just as one spontaneously gestures with hand and body in this life.
Strange cities... some. I don't think I ever lived in any of them myself.
Shining halls Under Hill; multicolored faery flame in grate and on torch; crystals that glow with their own light. Feasting and dancing and a lord and lady at the head of the hall.
And yet a different Under Hill... very tall, cathedral-like, some sort of rays from above. The Star-Song. I can Hear Everyone Else.
Starlight shines within. Radiance and glittering. The land itself emits a soft greyish light. Everything shines and sparkles in many colors.
We used our glamour to clothe ourselves and appear as we would; of course we could all see through that but it was Not Done just as you don't go peeking up people's skirts in this life! All was beauty; how could we be other than the perfect Shining Ones, whatever a stranger might think?
Sitting around a fire and sharing a special drink, one that helps to weave a common dream-tale, which (as in more regular speaking) comes with a shared vision or illusion appearing in the air between us...
Snatches of song in the woods under sun or stars. (i'm really inconsistent about whether there is sun/moon or not. some places in memory there is, others there isn't.)
I'm also inconsistent about whether I/we are physical or non-physical. I'm not sure whether all these things are in fact the same lifetime/species/whatever, even if they are all in the same general realm of existence.
Formerly known as Eshari.
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