A survey of modern fairy experiences by Dr Simon Young

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Wisconsin, US 1980s
Female: Age 11-20 regular supernatural experiences
in woodland 6 pm-9 pm ten minutes to an hour with several other people, some of whom shared my experience
you were undertaking a repetitive task (e.g. picking blackberries), you had just woken up or were just about to go to sleep, you had taken alcohol or a medicine or drug, you had just had a burst of adrenalin (e.g. running up stairs), you were very sad, you were extremely happy
friendly, mischievous, playful
hair prickling or tingling before or during the experience, a sense that the experience was a display put on specially for you, unusually vivid memories of the experience, a sense that the experience marked a turning point in your life

‘First, it was Halloween weekend, and we were all in a wooded grove on a small college campus. There were about five to seven of us that decided it would be fun to hike out through the woods to find a secluded camp spot to hang out. We set out camping, when I noticed the moonlight shining on the. Wrong Sides of certain trees – and it Illuminated a Path. I had recently Come to Fully Believe in the realm of Faerie, so without a moment’s hesitation I begin to wind my way through the Illuminated moon path. my friends follow. We come out in this large clearing, with a gentle depression in the middle. it was the size of about half a football field. As the others emerge into the clearing, they start wandering about in a confused and aimless manner – and definitely couldn’t see anyone else, even though it was an open, moonlit clearing. Everyone was entirely visible that evening. To me. No one could see anyone else – until I approached my friend *** and told him to ‘turn your jacket inside out and you’ll see everyone. Trust me.’ He did – and was immediately able to see everyone else. So it continued that the ‘aware’ ones informed the ‘pixy-led’ members to do the same – a fine, fine laugh was had by all! Well, by me. The others were a bit spooked, but my laughter made everything okay. ‘Faint birdlike bell sounds – almost sub-audible. Only [audible] to me.’ ‘The more I think back upon my Faerie feelings and experiences, the more they could be interchanged with a quasi discorporate, Benevolent, Alien presence.’ ‘[Fairies are] Mystery. Glamour. Passion. Madness. Quasi-discorporate Beings of Wild Magic. Family.’