The Swamp Fairy – Emergence from the Chrysalis 2/14/15

Continued from The Swamp Fairy – Deciphering the Code

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(Image credit: Heart Stone)

…The heart stone was right where Miss Hilda had said it would be, encircled by the pink blooming fetterbush. I could hear words whispered to me, in a voice I knew to belong to the Swamp Fairy. She said,

“Pause and look due north –

as the heart stone reads your soul,

change is uncertain.”

A peaceful calm came over me. I felt like the Swamp Fairy was there reading my thoughts, and feeling my feelings as I stood there. I looked over at Miss Hilda and a look of pure rapture shone on her face. Tears slipped down her weathered cheeks. We grabbed each other’s hands, not for comfort, but as if we were sharing something strange and wonderful and needed each other’s touch to make it complete.

Huge Live Oak trees surrounded the area. Some of the trees were almost hollow and we could look up inside of them. Tiny cocoons hung from the interior tree branches.


(Image credit: Cocoons)

What we saw next, was astounding! The tiny brown leaf covered chrysalises were shaking and moving. A loud humming began and reverberated through the swamp. As the humming increased, it sounded like a chanting chorus of Buddhist Monks, deep in mindful contemplation. (You can hear the sound here – play it through the rest of the story):

The most beautiful aroma began to waft through the air. It was a mixture of sandalwood and jasmine, orange blossoms and roses. I have only smelled this scent, so beautiful and pure when I have been in the presence of the swamp fairies. Miss Hilda and I were enthralled. We stood there clasping our hands together, wrapped in the spectacle of the moment.

One of the leaf chrysalises appeared larger than the others, and Miss Hilda and I watched it burst open. Suddenly, right in front of us she stood, the Swamp Fairy. She appeared in a swirling fog drifting before my eyes. She had long blond hair and glittering wings. I could still hear the chanting in the background, as she gazed at Miss Hilda and me looking deep into our eyes.

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The rest of the chrysalis trembled and began to burst open. Butterflies of every color, size, and type clung to the trees, waiting for their wings to dry in the afternoon sun streaming into the slough.

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Everywhere I looked around the swamp, the trees were covered with these glorious butterflies, fluttering, as if they breathed the life-blood of the swamp itself.

Miss Hilda gasped, and tugged at my hand. Pointing she said, “Silver, look at the heart stone!”

The heart stone pulsed and began to glow a deep blue color in time with the chanting. The Swamp Fairy raised her arms and the three of us were covered in the butterflies. I could sense them and feel them all around me.  The swamp fairies were everywhere.  I felt no fear.  Their iridescent wings gleamed in the light from the afternoon sun.

Miss Hilda and I felt their unity, their strength in numbers.  We felt like we was part of them and our hearts began to beat in time to the steady drumming of their wings.  We stood there, silently reveling in the unity of the fairies surrounding us.  We felt like we were home.  Both of us closed our eyes and smiled, living in the exact moment together.

Miss Hilda and I seemed to awaken from a long sleep as we opened our eyes. The butterflies were flying all around us. The sun caught their colors flashing in the stagnant pools of water not far from where we stood. The birds were silent now, witnessing the rebirth of the fairies.

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(Image credit: Butterflies in Flight)

The Swamp Fairy released the butterflies, and they immediately flew off into the sky. However, they did not look like butterflies anymore. Instead, they had taken on their true appearance. They were tiny swamp fairies still wearing the colors of the winter swamp, clothed in brown, and grey, and tan leaves and twigs twisted around them for warmth. They blended into the scenery perfectly.

The heart stone slowly stopped glowing and pulsing. The Swamp Fairy turned and spoke to Miss Hilda and me saying,

“Silver Threading, and Hilda McFarland, you have just witnessed the beginning of a new breed of swamp fairies born here in Fairy Swamp. Help us to protect the swamp from the building that is taking place all around us, destroying our natural habitat and the plants we need to survive. There is a delicate balance between my fairy swamp kingdom and the reality of the humans that must be preserved, or we both shall cease to exist as you see us today.”

Miss Hilda and I both nodded our heads in agreement, accepting that something must be done to help these delicate creatures. I spoke first telling the Swamp Fairy that we would help her preserve the swamp, the best we could. Miss Hilda wholeheartedly agreed.

The Swamp Fairy replied, “There are stories that you both need to know first in order to understand the reason I have come forward asking for your help. Silver Threading the horse hole on your property where the fairy ring appears is a gateway portal to another dimension in time where I will guide you and Miss Hilda to understand the true reason we need to save fairy swamp. I will come to you on the full moon of each of your months to teach you and guide you to fulfill your true destinies with the swamp fairies.”

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In our hearts, Miss Hilda and I both knew that we were in this business with the Swamp Fairy and her fairy kingdom to the very end. The Swamp Fairy knew it too. She read our acceptance from what we held inside our hearts. In an instant, she was gone on the wind, like the butterflies before her.

Thanks for reading the continuing story of the swamp fairies. I’m glad you stopped by and I look forward to seeing you again,


Silver Threading, The Fairy Story Keeper


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