Maggie Hamilton - Inside the Secret Life of Fairies: Where Dreams Come True

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Inside the Secret Life of Fairies

Maggie Hamilton guides us, with an experts touch, into the rich and remarkably complex world of fairies. Her own stories, and those of many others who have come forward to share their experiences of these tiny beings, makes for fascinating reading. As if I was being guided through a beautiful meditation, the book opened my eyes and heart to the other lives that are all around us if only we take the time to look. Once youve read Inside the Life of Fairies, youll never see the world in quite the same way again!

Candida Baker MA, President Equus Alliance, Australia

This beautifully written book took my right back to the halcyon days of my childhood in the beautiful Yorkshire Dales, when summer was endless, and time stood still. Maggie reawakens the magic and wonder of nature and transported me through true stories of people who see through the mists of reality, into those time-honoured spaces where fairies and the little people truly exist in their own world, creating harmony and magic. She has awakened the part of me that once again appreciates the wonder of natural spaces, where the fairies work so hard to nurture, the scent of the blossom so carefully tended by them, and the sweet song of the blackbird as I walk through the woods and touch the warm, soft bark of the trees, and my heart bursts with love. This is an incredibly uplifting book, for both young and old, reminding us that wherever we may be, the fairies are always amongst us bringing their sparkles and luminous experiences just waiting to touch our hearts and minds.

Heather Hoyland, spiritual medium, Yorkshire, England

This enchanting book took me on a wonderful journey into the life of fairies. I must say that since reading it, not a day has gone by without me having a new, inspiring thought about it. I love trees so The Miracle of Trees chapter certainly made me think quite differently about the trees around me and their tiny inhabitants. I often pick up pebbles and stones just to feel them, so to read rocks and stones sit silently among us, preciously guarding their memories of people and events long gone really resonated with me. A truly magical and compelling read.

Wendy Nute, Halwyn Holistics, Snells Beach, New Zealand.

If your mind is open to explore the world of Faeries this book offers many aspects of the unknown. Possibly opening your mind and heart to past unexplained encounters and put you on the path to invite the Faeries into your future life.

Lynda Collier, Colliers Crystals and Gifts, Blue Mountains, Australia

Copyright Maggie Hamilton, 2019

Published in Australia by: Hay House Australia Pty. Ltd.: www.hayhouse.com.au

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Published in the United Kingdom by: Hay House UK, Ltd.: www.hayhouse.co.uk

Published in India by: Hay House Publishers India: www.hayhouse.co.in

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ISBN: 9781401958886

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1st Australian edition, September 2019

Printed in Australia by McPhersons Printing Group

For Rose

Fairies are wise, enchanting, rather mysterious folk. When you invite them into your life, theres no end to the beauty and goodness they will bring.

My very first memory ever was walking in the meadows close to my childhood home with my Scottish grandmother, Rose. It was a perfect summer afternoon. I can still remember the brilliant sunlight, the intense green of the grass. Savouring the gentle warmth of the day, the afternoon slipped away as we talked and laughed, picked buttercups and made daisy chains.

When it came time to leave, we returned to the wooden steps wed clambered over into the meadow, only to find they were gone. Theyd literally vanished! Mystified, I stared up at my grandmother. She smiled and told me there was nothing to worry about, that the fairies were playing tricks on us. All we needed to do was wait for the steps to reappear, she assured me. Within moments, the stairs did reappear and home we went.

This strange incident was soon forgotten. But now as I look back to that golden afternoon, I realise some part of me was claimed by the fairies that day. This fleeting glimpse of the other expanded the way I viewed the world. It captured my imagination, inspiring me to seek out lifes enchanted places wherever I found myself. That brief moment in time was an immense gift. Its helped me through lifes ups and downs, and has given me much more besides.

Looking back, mine was a simple childhood. There was an innocence to life back then. People had a stronger connection with nature. Though we had fewer possessions, we never felt any sense of lack because nature fed us, body and soul. After the ravages of two world wars, there was a great hunger to embrace the moment. Everyone longed for life to be normal again.

As a family, we walked wherever we needed to go. Thats what people did. So my early years were spent wandering in forests and fields, or meandering down English country lanes. This gentle pace meant there was time to take in the world around me. To savour the shifting clouds of bluebells that brought the woods to life in spring. To lose myself in the mysterious patterns etched on the windowpane at the first sign of frost.

When I was five, we went to live in town. Like most children growing up in towns and cities in the fifties, Id spend weekends and holidays visiting aunts and uncles in the country. So I was drawn into the ancient cycle of seasons. Back then, many more people delighted in seeing the first green shoots nudge their way through the frozen earth. They enjoyed collecting wild berries that flourished by the roadside and wading through the rich carpet of autumn leaves. Simple pleasures warmed and inspired us, as did the many tales shared around the fire once night closed in.

Yet while there were countless opportunities to lose ourselves in the beauty of nature, life was changing. The deep connection people had enjoyed with the land for countless generations was fading. Glimpses of our enchanting fairy friends were becoming less frequent. I see now how fortunate I was to be surrounded by people who often talked of fairy folk. Not as figments of an overactive imagination, but as living presences around us, as caretakers of the natural world.