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‘Earlier in the year when I was visiting a hospice gardens, in Devon, just wishing to soak up the memory of my beloved late partner, I was sitting on the bench in the Scented Garden all alone when something extraordinary happened. I was surrounded by beautiful roses in full bloom, their scent carrying on the light breeze, feeling at one with my wonderful surroundings, when I noticed the tiniest being in front of me, suspended in the air. It was a female energy, as tiny and as luminescent as a teardrop. Extended from her were delicate, luminescent threads that were attaching themselves to my knees as I sat there. Just a couple of threads extended to each knee, making physical contact with me. I sat very still and blinked a couple of times to make sure I wasn’t just seeing things, but she was still there. So, I extended my hand towards her and thanked her for coming to me. I welcomed her and said that she would be safe with me if she would like to come upon my hand. She just stared at me with disproportionately large eyes radiating out from her tiny form but kept her distance. She was minute, delicate, luminescent, and beautiful. I knew that what I was experiencing at that moment was something very special, unique, and magical. Her head and face were in the shape of a teardrop very crystal clear and mother of pearl like colours with great big dark eyes, very striking against its iridescence. She had a very serious expression. The little being was iridescent, like a tear drop, with luminescent threads… just everything like crystal. Hope that all makes sense. It was very tiny overall. I was reassuring her verbally that I could see her and that I was deeply thankful for her visit to me at this time. She stared back at me, pulsing energy through her luminescent threads as if she was transmitting some of her powers through to me. There was the sound of a gardener nearby, and she instantly retracted her threads, and was gone. I continued to sit there for a few minutes to process what had just happened to me. Was it my imagination? Had what had just happened been something to do with my grief and sorrow and my mental anguish? On my return home I contacted a colleague who is a specialist on all things Sidhe (spelt S I D H E, another name for the faeries) who felt that my encounter was an Earth spirit wishing to make contact. I then made contact with a spiritual mentor who expressed her belief that it was a shamanic earth elemental protecting me at that moment with a protective guard. Whatever and whomever she was, I am grateful for her presence at that time and will never forget her connection with me.’‘My sense is that this is a garden where many people wander in a liminal state because they are either dying or have family members that are dying. Perhaps this state makes the world of faerie more easily accessible?’ ‘She calls it a small being, though ‘fairy’ was the only thing she could equate it to.’ ‘The little being was iridescent, like a tear drop, with luminescent threads. Very white, big, but proportionate, just everything like crystal. Hope that all makes sense. It was very tiny overall.’