• Candace Caddick

Life in the Bluebell Woods

Bluebells in spring sunshine


Bluebells


In my book The Downfall of Atlantis I wrote about the elementals and the spell they cast to be hidden from humans, and how one day it will be up to humanity to reverse this spell. As that veil lifts we will go back to the way it was before the spell was cast. Following the battle on Glastonbury Tor and the death of Arthur the world looked simplified and watered down; I’m not sure if I was able to get that across in writing. Watching young Ygraine find Merlin and set him free, she was able to do that because she could see more dimensions; she could see the dimensions of the elementals and her world was richer in texture.

Candace

This week we walked into a local bluebell wood to be there while the flowers are at their peak. Around the back of the wood there is a clearing with an oak tree surrounded by bluebells (pictures). There is a lot of elemental activity in that clearing, the continual movement of beings of all shapes and sizes.

I started with “I can see you.” Suddenly they all stopped and looked at me. I thought about how they ignore us as we always ignore them, except they can see us and we don’t see them. Then I explained that I was interested in what they were doing and that I wrote articles and could tell people about them. I was mobbed by elementals all talking at once; “one at a time, please!” Here are the elementals I met this morning and what they were busy doing in the glade. There were more present than I could talk to in one morning.

First we spoke to the dwarf-sized ones who were collecting from the flowers their energy or essence. They were going to take this essence further away and spread it so that next year there would be more bluebells in new places. First is the energy, then the physical manifestation of the energy, or as above, so below.

Next there was one the size of a large dog, which looked like a cross between a dragon and a llama. He had the eager nature of a puppy, “come and see what I’m making” and we had to accompany him to see what he was building. In a cave he was making the structures that would increase the water in that area, which is very dry this spring.

We spoke to a group the size of squirrels, with their quick movements. They sat on the lower branches of trees and maintained a force field over the area to keep the bluebell energy contained while it was being collected.

There were flying beings the size of owls that perched in the highest branches who helped the trees by taking off the leaf cases, helping the leaves unfurl and smoothing them out. When I’ve written about the elementals and the work they do, this is a small sample of how they help.

The smallest were the bluebell fairies, which were busy with flower maintenance. Imagine little beings polishing and repairing blossoms to keep them fresh as long as they can. Anyone who visits Chelsea Flower Show in May will have the chance to see flower fairies swarming over all the cut flowers in the large tents, keeping the flowers at their best. These fairies told us bluebell flowers were fairy horns, and proceeded to blow through them making noise, lying on their backs and throw them at each other while laughing. I got a real sense of their playfulness and why fairies are considered naughty at times. They reminded me of Tinkerbell and how many people have already encountered fairies and told us about them.

The largest elemental there was the size of an elephant with many legs, at least six plus a trunk that looked like it could double as a leg. The feet appeared to be sunk into the Earth as it moved about the clearing, and it was the only one not at work. When we were leaving it rolled on its back and waved its legs in the air; it was a fellow bluebell tourist.

The Green Man was the final one to come and talk to us. I’d met the Cornish Green Man in Cornwall one year and this one told us that there were many beings, but one voice. He looks like he has horns made of tree nibs or growth with joints that look like tree branches, and he has a tree-ish face. What he wanted to share was the look of the glade through his eyes. We could see a greenish-gold haze with energy flowing from the top to the bottom and back. It was greener, with more intense colours, and the trees and flowers were not solid as we see them. What we see is a watered-down static version without the flows of energy and movement of life. The bluebell energy is collected and distributed, and where the bluebell energy is spread more bluebells will grow next year. The blue haze on the ground and the green of the spring leaves is the closest we humans get to see the beauty of fairyland. We can see and appreciate the beauty of spring.

I wrote this and then keep visiting other bluebell woods in the area last week and the story just kept getting larger and larger. I will write more.


Bluebell woods



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