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That Feeling of Being Watched…
You have probably felt it before ever having a word for it—that sense of being watched, in the friendliest possible way, from somewhere behind the trees, or out from a shadow under a rock.
A flicker at the edge of vision. A stillness in the garden. That could be the elves, or faeries of the Sidhe. They’ve been there the whole time, keeping an eye on things in the natural world—from a slightly less dense dimension.
The Elves of Fyn: An Ordinary Life, Interrupted
You may remember that, quite a few years ago, I stumbled across a website that stopped me mid-scroll—realfairies.net, and specifically their account of two sisters who spent years in direct contact with a pair of elven brothers they call the Elves of Fyn.
Before any of this began, their life looked unremarkable. Meditation was already part of the routine, but faeries and elves weren’t on the radar, not even a little.
Then the strange things started stacking up—mist in rooms that made no sense, objects vanishing and reappearing, voices with no source. They wrote it all down, mostly to prove to themselves they weren’t losing their minds (a very reasonable first instinct).
The real opening came through an unusually vivid meditation—a cave full of trash, an elf demanding it be cleaned up, an argument, and eventually a shift in perspective about humanity’s footprint on our planet.
What followed was stranger still: a name given in that meditation later appeared, unprompted, in a magazine. That’s the kind of confirmation the Otherworld likes to send—small, specific, impossible to explain away as coincidence.
From there the connection deepened into full trance channeling, with one elf speaking directly through Susan’s own voice. Rare, even among people who do this work for decades.
Explore the full account here—Communicating with the Elves of Fyn—and wander their site while you’re there. There’s a whole universe of faery encounters, nature spirit conversations, and field notes from the other side of the veil. More posts from the Elves of Fyn
Closer to Home: The Faeries of Avalon
Fyn isn’t the only misty place where the veil runs thin. Avalon—the legendary Isle of Apples—has its own faery court, and they’re still actively working with humans to manifest the New Earth.
Avalon isn’t a place you sail to so much as a frequency you tune into, tucked inside the ordinary hills and apple orchards of England. And, since they exist in a non-physical dimension, you can likely find them in any orchard, or anywhere that’s been left a little wild—though they do have a particular fondness for apple trees.
The faeries of Avalon carry a different flavor than the elves of Fyn. Perhaps less startling, more old-friend-at-the-garden-gate. They tend to show up around apple blossom and harvest times, around moss and mist, around the exact moment you stop trying so hard to see them.
If the Elves of Fyn taught those sisters through confrontation and cleanup, the Avalon faeries tend to teach through invitation—a dropped feather, a sudden warmth, a song that arrives in your head from nowhere.
Both are doorways. Both are proof that the Otherworld doesn’t limit itself to one address.
Why These Stories Matter (Even If You Never Meet an Elf)
Here’s the thing about stories like these—they’re not only about elves, or Avalon, or Fyn. They’re permission slips. Permission to take the flicker at the edge of your vision seriously. Permission to write down the strange thing that happened in your garden instead of explaining it away.
You Can Learn This Too
Elves or faeries are around you right now, most likely. Watching from the oaks, tucked into the foxglove, curious about the human who keeps almost noticing them.
Some people arrive with their inner senses already switched on—communication with unseen beings, with animals, with plants, humming right under the surface since childhood. Most of us have to learn it the slower way: quieting the rational mind enough that the subtle voices of nature get a turn to speak.
You may already be hearing them. The trouble is usually static—your own thoughts, your grocery list, your to-do list, all talking over the faery who’s been trying to get a word in for the last ten minutes, or years.
Where to Practice: Faehallows School of Magic
This is exactly why I offer so many experiential workshops at Faehallows School of Magic—because reading about the Elves of Fyn, or the faeries of Avalon, is wonderful, but meeting your own otherworldly contacts is a different kind of magic entirely.
Through guided shamanic visualization journeys, you can learn to meet and speak with faeries, elves, and the many beings who move through the Otherworlds alongside us.
Like any language, it gets clearer with repetition. The first journey might feel like nonsense and guesswork. You know that feeling, “Is this just my imagination?”
The tenth time feels like a conversation with an old, mischievous friend who has been waiting for you the whole time.
You Don’t Have to Wait
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The veil between dimensions is thinner than most people think. All it really takes is intention, some patience, a willingness to be a little bit ridiculous in a meadow by yourself, and maybe someone else’s story to remind you that yes—this is real, and yes—you can do this too.