Have you ever heard the Cherokee stories of the Little People? I've had weird things happen all my life, but never really thought about these stories. The events of this weekend have made me reconsider some of those past weird things.
I'm beginning to think they have been with me for much longer than I have known about them. An Elder friend frankly admitted a few live in his house and there are regular interactions. However, the sun has set here in the Deep South and it's considered inappropriate to talk about them after dark.
So if the sun is still up in your part of the world, and you've experienced something attributable to the Little People, Please share it. Don't be concerned if it sounds a little crazy. Most of us here can easily relate.
Jane, the little ones are out and about. I see them at times rarely in clarity but mostly out of the corner of my eye. I believe that they exist in all cultures and folklore. I have been laughed at because of what I know about them, little that it might be, but I know that they exist and have even guided me into a greater understanding of my own life. dave
Jane, what a wonderful message you pass on to us. It is so delightful to hear stories from others about the Little People. Your story brings cherished memories back of my father. He often told us about the "Wee Folk" and his description of their different clan responsibilities is similar to your Little People.
I remember walking out to the Dogwood tree one day with Dad. It was across the meadow then a little dirt road and the tree grew just at the edge of the swamp. Dad had with him a small wooden bear he had carved. When we got to the Dogwood tree, he sat the little bear down among the leaves on the ground, close to the trunk. I knew why he did that.
He left a gift for the Wee Folk for helping him with some problem in his work shop. He seemed quite happy and pleased the next day.
And as I was typing this, I found a small seed bead sitting next to my keyboard. I was organizing my beads last night and dropped a few. I managed to find them all (I thought) in the carpet. Apparently I missed one. A member of the Wee Folk must have put it there for me. It was not there last night when I turned off the computer.
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Phyllis, thank you for sharing the story about your Father's gift. I hadn't thought about offering something I made to the Little People. Will keep that in mind for the next time a craft project is "fighting" me.
It happens frequently. My projects tend to turn out how they want, rather than as planned, and I have many to complete before October 1st.
I got 2 dreamcatchers strung last weekend and another one last night. I have three more hoops made from wild grape vine, which grows on the Tribal Grounds. Got those ready to string as well.
I need to get my jewelry stuff out and complete a few items, long delayed. Phyllis, you have me a little worried. If my Little friends got into my beads, I will have yet another mess to sort. Granola bars will be on the grocery list!
The other day I read that if you see the Little People, you are not to talk about it for 7 years. Looking over some of the stories, I think this applies to speaking of the details, such as physical descriptions and the specifics of where you saw them, and what they were doing.
I can understand why it's not appropriate to discuss them after sunset. Talking about them at night might get their attention. I have enough "weird" things in my life and certainly don't want to attract more.
I wonder if there are similar customs in European and other societies.
Jane, they will never harm you! They are tricksters at times granted but they are here for a purpose. I have heard some say that one must be insane to say that they see them. Let me tell you that there have been a few times, though rare, that if it was not for them I might have gone insane. People don't understand that they also give counsel and comfort in a world that can't be bothered with our own, as most would call it, trivial plight. They are just as real as you and I. You can speak about them or with them. If one believes in them first one will then see them. We do not always have to see them first to believe in them. These are some old ancient European beliefs from my family. dave