Once upon a
time many years ago in America, a little Faerie called Walter was born into a hostile world. It was a
time of fools in old style hats and coats who half the time were soppy-stern,
and half at one another's throats!
Walter was a
nature-loving Faerie and his nature was to love. His world disapproved of his
kind of love but to him it was quite natural.
He wrote poems
about nature and was brave enough to write about the nature of his kind of
love. No one had done this before.
He published
his poems and his countrymen thought them crude and disgusting.
However here in
England one little Faerie, called Edward, [who had been born in Brighton then moved to
Leeds], read the poems and they sang to his soul. He loved the poems so much he
set sail to meet Walter to see and touch him in the flesh! He thought ‘if one
Faerie can dare to put into words what it is like to love like a Faerie then so
can I!’
Edward was very
knowledgeable having studied at a very important university. He wrote a book
about Faerie-love. He wanted to help people understand that to love like a
Faerie was not something evil or corrupt but a very natural thing indeed. Faerie-lovers needed help to heal their
broken wings and their woundedness from years of bullying and fear of
imprisonment.
At that time a
very theatrical, flamboyant, Faerie called Oscar-who had also visited Walter- was discovered to
have been indiscreetly loving like a Faerie and was sent to hard labour
imprisonment which broke his soul.
By some miracle
of Faerie-magic Edward was able to publish his book living [openlyish] with a
number of Faerie-lovers in Leeds and managed to escape prosecution- just
narrowly- by the authorities for what was seen by many at the time as an
obscene publication.
A copy of his
book found its way to a library back in America where a little Faerie called
Harry [who had been
born in Worthing] discovered it peeping out at him from a locked glass cabinet.
As only a little Faerie could, he persuaded the lady librarian that she could
lose her stern look by popping down the hair salon for a Marcel Wave perm
whilst he looked after the library. As soon as she left he grabbed the secret
key to the locked bookcase of forbidden books. She returned hours later to find
little Harry engrossed in the book of Faerie-love. From this day forward Harry
knew he was not the only Faerie and he determined to fight against the
persecution of Faerie-lovers. He gathered a group of like-minded men. Some
thought the best way to fight persecution would be to convince the law-makers
that we were just like them only a bit different. Harry said ‘No! Faeries have
a purpose! We are special! We need to cultivate our specialness and heal our
woundedness in Sanctuary by exposing our vulnerabilities to each other in
Heart Circle. In this way our kind of love can transform the world!’
Three years ago
a little Faerie called Mushroom-who lives in Brighton- discovered and healed
bruised and battered Faerie-wings through Heart Circle at Faerie Sanctuary
feeling much gratitude to Harry, Edward Oscar and Walter.
Mushroom really does
wish that there had been Faerie Hi[Stories] like this at nursery school. Who
knows?
Perhaps someday there will be!
Perhaps someday there will be!
Walt Whitman 1819-1892
Edward
Carpenter 1844-1929
Oscar Wilde 1854-1900
Harry Hay 1912-2002
Faerie Mushroom 1960-
