Last week we touched on Spirit Possession and attachments and I am toying with circling back to that with a deeper dive into the non-human entities as I was able to pick up a copy of “Sister of Darkness: The Chronicles of a Modern Exorcist” by Rachel Stavis this past week. Also though I got my hands on and am currently reading an advance copy of “Llewellyn's Little Book of Life Between Lives” by the Newton Institute which is all about the decades long study of, just as the title alludes, the lives we live on the Otherside in between incarnations through hypnosis and interviews. But this is all for next week before I have to decide which and I also have to check on the timeline as to when I can publicly review the advance copy I have…
This week we are going to make a little sidetrack from subject matters I get a little too pulpit-y about and discuss one of my favorite side topics, the Little People. They exist in every culture and go by a multitude of names like Fae, Brownies, Gnomes, Dwarves, Leprechauns, Pukwudgie, Yunwi Tsundi, Memegwaans, and Menehune and the list goes on and on. They are reported to be roughly a foot tall to 2 feet tall (in extreme cases they have been reported up to 3-foot-tall) perfectly proportioned little people. Depending on the culture, they are considered either a blessing or a curse to witness but always to be respected. They are protectors of the land, watchers of man, and very often the helpers of children.
It is said the most common place that they reside in are stone caves and homes and are often times considered the spirit or protector of the area where they have setup their homes. If someone violates the area that they are calling home, very often that person or persons become the receiver of some serious bad luck or become cursed if you will. Take for instance a story from Hawaii about the Menehune that spent months harassing workers that were trying to flatten out a volcanic mountain top that they considered their home and sacred. Equipment continuously failed for no reason, bulldozers and trucks would stop operating somedays and be perfectly ok the next, all the work done on one day would be mysteriously undone overnight, or weather fronts that would come in and wash out the workers only to clear up when they all stepped off the worksite. All the while, little footprints were noted and recorded all around the jobsite where these mysterious things occurred. Or let’s go half a world away to the Elves of Iceland where entire roads have been moved or planned around sites considered sacred and homes to the Elves because of similar goings on.
At this time, you may be thinking that I am full of it and this is the stuff of Disney movies, but hear me out. First of all, this is not Disney and Little People or Fae or whatever you want to call them are not all cutesy and squishy like modern marketing makes them out to be. There are plenty of terrifying tales that blend well into the Missing 411 circumstances like I talked about last week or Alien Abduction scenarios or tales of cursed lands and homes (and not to paint a malicious picture on the flipside, there are many stories of Little People that take care of lost children, injured hikers, or families that are good people that have fallen on hard times.) Secondly, there has been plenty of physical proof of their existence through art and imagery as well as grave sites of what once were thought to children’s grave but on closer inspection the bones showed the use of being someone aged to maturity and the fusions of sections of the skull to back it. A lot of these were found in caves or in burial mounds here in North America that were plowed over as Euro-Americans expanded west and needed farmland or dug up by treasure hunters. They were laid out in Pre-Columbian burial mounds similar to where they have found the skeletons of Giants that were once said to roam North America (which is a whole other story for a whole other day). Many of these were covered back up in a new hole somewhere, sold to circuses and side shows, or sent to the Smithsonian to forever be hidden with any other evidence of Pre-Colombian Civilizations that might alter our view of history entirely (which also is another tale for another day). And in the book “The Cherokee Little People Were Real” by Mary A. Joyce shows documentation, testimonies, and reports of men who discovered ancient little tunnels and skeletons during early construction projects at Western Carolina University in Cullowhee, North Carolina.
As I am wrapping this up let me share a snippet from a page about the Little People as spoken about by the Cherokee, as that is the closest to me where I live and hold it most relevant to land that surrounds my home here in the Appalachia:
The Little People of the Cherokee are a race of Spirits who live in rock caves on the mountain side. They are little fellows and ladies reaching almost to your knees. They are well shaped and handsome, and their hair so long it almost touches the ground. They are very helpful, kind-hearted, and great wonder workers. They love music and spend most of their time drumming, singing, and dancing. They have a very gentle nature, but do not like to be disturbed.
Sometimes their drums are heard in lonely places in the mountains, but it is not safe to follow it, for they do not like to be disturbed at home, and they will throw a spell over the stranger so that he is bewildered and loses his way, and even if he does at last get back to the settlement he is like one dazed ever after. Sometimes, also, they come near a house at night and the people inside hear them talking, but they must not go out, and in the morning they find the corn gathered or the field cleared as if a whole force of men had been at work. If anyone should go out to watch, he would die.
When a hunter finds anything in the woods, such as a knife or a trinket, he must say, 'Little People, I would like to take this' because it may belong to them, and if he does not ask their permission they will throw stones at him as he goes home.
Some Little People are black, some are white and some are golden like the Cherokee. Sometimes they speak in Cherokee, but at other times they speak their own 'Indian' language. Some call them "Brownies".
Little people are here to teach lessons about living in harmony with nature and with others. There are three kinds of Little People. The Laurel People, the Rock People, and the Dogwood People.
The Rock People are the mean ones who practice "getting even" who steal children and the like. But they are like this because their space has been invaded.
The Laurel People play tricks and are generally mischievous. When you find children laughing in their sleep - the Laurel People are humorous and enjoy sharing joy with others.
Then there are the Dogwood People who are good and take care of people.
The lessons taught by the Little People are clear. The Rock People teach us that if you do things to other people out of meanness or intentionally, it will come back on you. We must always respect other people's limits and boundaries. The Laurel People teach us that we shouldn't take the world too seriously, and we must always have joy and share that joy with others. The lessons of the Dogwood People are simple - if you do something for someone, do it out of goodness of your heart. Don't do it to have people obligated to you or for personal gain.