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There is a hidden garden in Ft. Lauderdale where fairies come out at night. If you time it well and you are in the right company, they’ll sprinkle silver moon dust all over your naked body as you lay on the thick, damp lawn. The jungle trees above you will have the same halo that outlines your silhouette as you finally get up and walk hand-in-hand with your lover under the canopy of dripping foliage. At the end of Eden, a dockside hose will paint a monochrome rainbow over your head while you take the best shower of your life, and suddenly you’ll understand: there’s no other place, no other time.
Beginner’s Guide to Meet Fairies
Step 1: Find a location in nature (tropical or subtropical works best for me).
Step 2: Open your mind.
Step 3: Take off your clothes.
Step 4: Frolic (mandatory).
Note: The above guidelines work regardless of age, gender, or latitude. Being accompanied by a lover definitely enhances the experience, but not necessary. The fairies don’t care.
For those of you macho intellectuals who are “not yet at ease frolicking”, here’s a literary tidbit:
Sir Arthur Ignatius Conan Doyle – turn of the century British writer/physician and creator of Sherlock Holmes – was so taken by the idea of fairies that he not only investigated, but also wrote a book about them (The Coming of Fairies), based on the fairy-experiences of two young girls from Cottingley, England: Elsie Wright (1900–88) and Frances Griffiths (1907–86). The girls supported their claim of encountering fairies in the forests near Bradford, England, with five infamous photographs.
Four of the photos are admittedly fake, but the fifth one is still a mystery.
To the end, one of the girls maintained that the fifth photo was genuine.
Whether it was a double exposure of a left-over cardboard cut-out, a funny shadow playing in the tall grass captured by a relatively primitive camera on black-and-white film, or Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s creative imagination going awry, the girls had game. They have fueled the fantasies and hopes of several generations while managed to leave a legacy of pixie dust with no feelings hurt…Isn’t that what life is all about?
Consequently, none of the facts matter. What matters is that, if there is a chance of fairies congregating in an enchanted garden at night, we must be prepared to meet them.
I was. It would be tough to find an excuse for missing the opportunity…
Check out the movie: FairyTale: A True Story