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‘Fairy Encounter in Summer 2010. My girlfriend and I were sitting by a beautiful stream in *** Park. We each had just eaten a gram of mushrooms (psilocybe). She was a clairsentient person – forty-six years old, like me at the time – who’d had psychic and Faery realm experiences since her youth. She told me as we sat there that she just saw a Giant, and pointed into the dense woods across from us and the stream, where there was also a wide dirt path by which we had hiked into this area (we were only two miles in from the Pacific Ocean side of the park, the trail actually runs for about twenty miles all the way into the redwood forest town of ***). She was also pointing far to our left, and I said I didn’t see anything. She said I missed it, I had to pay more attention next time. She then told me that she’d encountered the Fae at various times throughout her life. After maybe fifteen minutes of talking about that, and maybe another twenty minutes of silence, we were feeling the mushrooms getting stronger, patterns were emerging in the plants and stream etc. We’d gotten to our spot by crossing a bridge that was just fifty feet away from us, as the stream was somewhat large. We kissed for a while, and then, when we broke apart she pointed again across and a bit to the left, at the woods and said look, there’s something moving. This time I saw what appeared to be a person pop out from between the trees, and onto the trail. He was still at least five hundred feet away. Then he began moving down the path, I wouldn’t know it was a male until later. This being appeared to be walking rapidly, and sometimes skipping, down the path, which was entirely visible to us from across the water. The being walked and skipped until he was in front of us on the path, then he turned and saw us, and then walked/skipped off the path, over the bridge, and was soon standing right beside us. The being appeared to be about nineteen-twenty-one, naked except for a pair of leather celtic or pagan shorts (or maybe more like a loincloth?), like you’d see at the Renaissance Faire, and a leather vest (of similar style) that was fully open. His feet were bare. He exuded a vibrant healthy quality, his body was completely tanned (but caucasian), with natural definition, as if he’d never worked out, but was quite healthy from living in the outdoors all the time. We were seated on the ground, he was standing above us. He appeared to be about five foot seven inches or so, maybe one hundred and sixty to one hundred and sixty five pounds. As I was looking right up at him, and he was looking down at us, I seemed to notice that his ears appeared mildly pointed on top. He had thick, dark curly (or wavy?) hair, over the ears, but not past his neck. His eyes were intensely sparkly, and he was smiling, his features were animated, and he also seemed to shift his weight slightly between his legs as he proceeded to speak (without a foreign accent, I think). He said he was lost, that he couldn’t find his car, could we help him? I said there was only a single path into and out of this area, and it was the one he’d been on. If he followed it another two miles, he’d be at the beach, and the parking lot for the western entrance of *** Park. Unless he’d parked in ***, in which case it would be around seventeen miles to the East entrance and parking area. He thanked me and said he wasn’t sure how he’d gotten lost, but could he hang out there with us? We looked at each other and then I said ‘No, I think we just want to enjoy each other’s company, alone’. He said, did you bring a tent? Maybe I could camp with you or something, and go find my car in the morning. I said thanks, but my girl and I wanted to be alone, and we wished him luck getting back to his car. He took that as a cue to leave, and thanked us both for our help, and wished us a good day. Then he turned away from us, and began to walk/skip across the small bridge, then all the way to the path (about another eighty feet), and then he made a right turn on the path and walked/skipped rapidly out of sight. My companion and I were both stunned and silent for a few minutes, and then she said: ‘Did you see how he moved? He was one of them, only fairies move like that.’ I replied that I thought fairies couldn’t be in a physical form, like humans, and she said no, there are many different types. Besides his robust outdoor healthy energy, and tanned and ruddy complexion, we also agreed that he’d seemed quite handsome, but simultaneously, there was something unsettling and vaguely repulsive, energetically, about him. Anyway, yes, we were on a small dose of mushrooms, but we were both experienced with that, and reasonably educated (she has a PhD in Neuropsychology, I have a BA in Literature, but was working as a digital artist in the film industry at that time).’ ‘[Why fairies?] The ‘glamour’, the repulsiveness, the skipping, the clothing (and mostly nakedness), the ears.’ ‘[Fairies are] etheric and astral beings of the Earth plane.’ ‘The experience influenced my later life in some big ways.’