I Believe In Fairies
an excerpt

PROLOGUE

It is said that a fairy is a young angel and, thus, that an angel is a grown fairy. With this thought, or belief, it brings to reason that belief in God is connected and could be interchangeable with belief in Fairies—or any sort of pagan creature for that matter. Fairies are most well known as mythical creatures from Irish legend and folklore: small creatures with magical powers. However, though they did originate in Ireland, they were far from mythical; Fairies were the pagan gods of Ireland and were not wee creatures at all. It was not until Patricius of Scotland—better known as Saint Patrick—arrived in Ireland with the shamrock analogy to the Holy Trinity did Ireland begin to stop believing in fairies. In legend, they diminished in size along with the belief in them, which does not say that they were not real, of course.

There are many religions and belief systems in this world; it would be wrong to state that one god reigns supreme over all others, saying that yours is real and not everyone else’s. Many people have suggested that, possibly, there is but one God: a random spattering of all beliefs merged together, one true being that everyone has different viewpoints on. With this theory in mind, it would not be hard to imagine fairies and angels coexisting in that abstract realm that these deities live within. I think that, no matter what or whom you believe in, the main point is that you believe at all.

To believe in something you cannot see is an extreme act of faith, whether in God, Allah, Fairies, or even atoms. You cannot see them, you cannot feel them, you cannot hear, taste, or smell them; yet, nonetheless, you know they are there. It is with that view that I base my belief in fairies.

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Memories are fleeting snapshots captured in time. Most of the time, things are taken for granted and aren’t remembered, never photographed for safe keeping. As a baby’s first steps grow into everyday walking, one forgets how miraculous it first seemed. As that baby grows accustomed to those around him or her, she forgets that things change and that those loved ones won’t always be there. He forgets those early games of peek-a-boo in which his playmate, amazingly, could disappear and reappear on a whim. They forget that someone can disappear in an instant and never imagine that they might not come back.