Living with the Other Side: A Tale of Fairies, Sprites, and Spirits shares stories from the life of author Deborah Mills-tales of how fairies, sprites, and spirit guides brought miracles, peace, joy, abundance into her life. Beginning her tale

Living with the Other Side

A Tale of Fairies, Sprites, and SpiritsBy Deborah A. Mills

iUniverse, Inc.

Copyright © 2012 Deborah A. Mills
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ISBN: 978-1-4759-1529-7

Contents

The Childhood.......................................1The Young Adult.....................................11The California Years................................16The Single Years....................................25The Hard Times: Illness Strikes.....................45The Current.........................................54The Animals.........................................65The End.............................................72

Chapter One

The Childhood

I could hear the music playing low and sweet. There was laughter on the basement stairs. From the cellar happy voices drifted back up the stairwell. I crept down the dark hall, not turning on any lights because I wondered why my parents were having a party. No one mentioned a party. I knew that we weren't meantto be awake. Glancing into my brother's room, he slept unaware of the fun he was missing. On past my parent's open door, wait, both were in bed, sound asleep, covers tossed off in the warm room, So there was no doubt that the fun from our basement playroom was not my parents! Suddenly at the age of 5, I faced the dilemma—of rushing back to hide under the covers or to see who had the nerve to party in our house without us. More curious than afraid, on my hands and knees, crawling closer to the stairwell, I could see a light. I glanced at the lightswitch above my head. It wasn't flipped on. Yet a light flowed up the stairs, creating a glow such as a full moon would shine into the dark starry night. Okay, now I had to see. Something bright flashed in the corner of my eye. Tinkling laughter light, almost so low I didn't hear it, sung in my ear. I let my eyes dart around the room, standing up to get a better view, but still only hearing the party just seeing little flashes dart out of the corner of my eye. Dancing with the fairies all night long, hearing the lovely gentle music in my head, the dim light of the sun crept up over the horizon. I quickly, quietly sneaked back to bed, covered my head with a smile on my young little face. This is where I learned about the fairies. This began my journeys with the other side, Living, playing, spending time with those who dance on the other side.

The night was always when the spirits come to play. Many children have, of course, their "friend" that only he/she can see, but I had several that I talked to at night. As I grew older, I see these friends in the daytime too as my guides visit whenever they chose to come, but early on I now realize that there is nothing to distract me from seeing them late at night when all is quiet, no one around me. We associate them with darkness because this is when we allow the spirits to walk with us, but if we would just listen in the day, each one would come 2but just as soon as we start to hear, our friend, our companions, someone interrupts so we see these friends as night. Thus began my journey of Living of the Other Side—of playing with the fairies, of walking with the sprites, of listening to the spirits every day.

My first visit at first I thought I was asleep but soon realized that I was not asleep. I was not afraid as there was nothing to fear. The great tall older Native American chief stood quietly in my bedroom doorway, not approaching me, not coming near so I was assured there was no danger from him. Traditional dress of leggings, moccasin boots up to the knees, skin was a lovely color, there was a bit of white light shining on the face, lined, drawn, sad brown eyes, he was a wonderful image staying in my heart, my mind for always. Gray long pigtail with feathers I later came to know as eagle, a sign of a great warrior, in his hair, his voice was soft spoken as he began to speak to me. He told me tales of the spiritual world. He gave me my special magickal name. A chant that I still use in the morning every day since I was 5 years old was given to me during the night. All night long, we talked. No fear, I never doubted that night, I was protected. Chief told me that he would always give me what I needed, wanted. As the years went by, in sticky times, in troubled times, he is always there. Often family has told me that I was like a cat, no matter how far down I fell, I landed on my feet. Chief was there to catch me. Whenever I felt afraid, worried, I remembered his words to me as he spoke to me of being chosen, that I was protected, that no matter what the situation, no matter how hard the troubles may get, I would be helped by that spiritual world, by the spirits that walk in the other side. As I was relaxed, calm, now the one I call Great Spirit came close to the bed, laid his hand on my head, kissed my cheek, then he was gone. Usually I had trouble sleeping at night, but I slept well, knowing that I was loved. Living with the other side, the fairies, the sprites the spirits let me feel cherished every day. This was my first spirit, my first guide. Over the years, Living with the Other Side, dancing with the fairies, singing with the sprites, Chief is the spirit who walked with me, teaching me, guiding me especially in times of heartache and troubles.

1959 was a time of wonder, a time where we kids sat out on the stoop without worry, we played in the street when the fire hydrant was opened up, the waters flooding we splashed played in the water rolling our jean legs up to the knees. Every neighbor knew the neighbors. We were as likely to be spanked by the next door mother as our own. The same milkman brought milk every day. The same postman, sometimes sitting with the mothers, the fathers to drink a cup of coffee or cocoa before going on the way, delivered our mail. In the summer the ice cream truck singing its tune showed up every-day. We usually had our nickels ready in our hand, holding it tightly not to lose it. My mother had said no, it was too close to supper that day. I was sad, sitting on the stoop while everyone else ran to the truck, laughing gaily deciding on the fudge-sicle, the orange-sicle or the rocket-ship popsicle. I remembered what Great spirit told me, so I sat just focusing on that truck, that ice cream man, thinking of a fudge-sicle, cold, sweet, chocolate dripping down my hand. In a few minutes he stood in front of me, handing me the ice cream on the stick. I ate it, but knew that it was wrong, so I buried the stick under the azalea bush near the steps. At this point, at 5, I learned the beginning of creative visualization. The Law of Attraction taught to me early in life continues to be a tool, where fairies dance, sprites sing, and the spirits walk with me. Creative visualization is a good tool when living, walking, being hand in hand with the spiritual world, the fairies, the sprites, the spirits.

Between the dresser, and the wall was a heater vent in the floor. Stacks of books, stuffed animals, wooly blanket, gathered in that corner. There was the Halloween candy bag that lasted until Christmas, candy canes, peppermint, divinity fudge one piece at a time until Valentines, chocolate hearts, Hersey's kisses until Easter eggs, marshmallow rabbits, chocolate bunnies were savored. There is one good thing about the friends that crawled into the cubby place with me; I didn't have to share my stash with my friends there talking to me. I curled myself up, closed in with the 25 stuffed dogs, cats, tigers,1 whale circling me at peace as my friends talked to me, sharing bits, pieces of past lives, of the life to come, whispers of the ghosts in...