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‘I was visiting a well-known outdoor natural museum in the region called Natural Monument Valle del Encanto (enchantment valley.) The place has ancient petroglyphs and rupestrian art, depicting shamanic ceremonies and small animals. It is a rocky place with hills and slopes covered by cacti, acacia trees and bushes, around a winding brook that go along the site. There was peace and tranquillity since there were no other visitors. The atmosphere was delightful with just the sounds of nature, the bubbling brook, the birds chirping and soft wind blowing on a perfect cloudless sky. After setting up my camping site I went for a walk in the area. I went down a path surrounded by thickets and some willow trees heading eastward to a boulder which is terraced in the slope of the rolling hill. It is a massive egg-shaped stone that I wanted to climb. I had a strange feeling that I was been guided to that place. Every nook was, like, calling me and leading me to the rocky spot. When I reached the top, I felt like just sitting and sensing the place, although I didn’t mean to do meditation or contemplation. I felt like the place was gradually relaxing me until I just closed my eyes to feel the whole valley. I don’t recall how long I was in that state, but something suddenly makes me open my eyes, like a presence next to me and I was shocked when I saw a thirty-centimeter tall native-looking like little man. A smiley face with the sweetest and most gentle semblance I’ve ever seen. Hair like yellow straw and copper nuances, sun-tanned cinnamon skin, naked torso with bracelets in both upper arms, small river-pebbles necklace, wearing short pants in green and sandals. He had a tiny bongo drum hanging aside and a little rounded purple bag in the belt that was just a piece of fine thin rope. I had mixed emotions, thrilled but peaceful, excited but calm. In some way I knew that I’d seen this little man before, since I had experienced encounters with pixies and faeries when I was child. However, my previous childhood experiences I took them as normal and natural as it was part of my childhood stage. This time was an overwhelmingly happy reunion, although this little fellow looks completely different from the ones I used to see in my childhood. He was quite translucent in the beginning, but as I stared at him without even blinking, he become gradually more tangible. I was able to talk to him and he responded, but his voice I could hear inside my brain, like a high-pitched little voice. We talked and he revealed to me something unbelievable; that moment we had scheduled in past lives and it meant to happen because I have a connection with the little people, the gnomes. They want me to manifest them into visible form and transmit their messages. After this reunion, I called him ‘little bongo’ and we are in contact and working together up to the present, [I] modeling them in terracotta clay, writing a book about my experience, my work with elemental beings and Little Bongo’s teachings. Now before ending my story, a few words from the little people to humankind: ‘We love you deeply.’’ Looked ‘like a little South American native man’. ‘There is a petroglyph which is called ‘the little pixie’ by the park ranger.’ Why fairies? ‘because it was clear for me (my senses and intuition)’. Fairies are ‘spiritual entities made of flower scent and air element’