My late father (RIP)❤ was a farmer's son from the Banner- the people respected the fairies and their place in the community.

This was fascinating - thanks so much for posting. Major respect to Eddie Lenihan and all those involved in the video 🎉

Thank goodness i found this channel!

In 2009 the veil lifted for me for a year, I experienced the joy of heaven on earth, I felt so much connection to everything , one day I felt the energy of a fairy, when I asked her her name I heard Isadora 😍

I believe, but wonder why they are so prevalent in Great Britain and I almost never hear of them in the United States.

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Fairies are everywhere. Not just in Ireland and Germany..

The level of wish-thinking and ingrained superstition is unreal 🙄

Such a pleasure to hear these lovely Irish voices, taking their time, speaking of a day and age where life was lived at a slower pace. We had time to notice the fairies in the old days.

Eire was part of the Atlantain empire , Pan visits Eire and Montana . The Faires are in a higher density and so may look invisible. The Apollo soul lives in Montana .

Peter Gore Seer, Fairys And GOD, Go To Gether Like Horse And Cart.

May I please believe in fairies without believing in god?

For me believing in god is totally useless, and not intelligent at all.

"They used to steal the butter". She just states it as a matter fact as if she was talking about people from the neighboring village. She's talking about fairies!

My farther on holiday with his brother and parents on thr isle of man.My farther refused to say hello to the fairy folk, before passing a certain place.My farther and his brother were keen cyclist being boys themselves.Well to my farthers surprise and disgust his front wheel was buckled so badly so as not to be able go ride his bicycle for the rest of his holiday.Just listen to the story of Tam Linn.

So true that poor people will always share with you and the rich won't. Our world is the example of this

In my homeland of Papua New Guinea, we have very similar stories of creatures who live in old trees. Once one of these trees were cut down and they found a "home" inside.

Wonderful 😁 thanks 🙏❤️

This is the O'Leary Castle in the background! I knew it straight away, I flew my New Zealand to Ireland last year to find where my family came from, so to see it pop up in a music video of a gorgeous song made my day!

I don't need to believe in the Fae. I know they exist and have known they existed since I was little. I was a good natured kid, I kept to myself and was empathetic to others. I liked to read, draw and play with my toys. I unfortunately at some point must have inadvertently drew the attention of one or more trickster sometimes malevolent Fae types who made my childhood challenging and somewhat terrifying. My mom once took a photo of me playing in the kitchen and hanging off the countertop when I was around 4 years old. When she got the pictures developed she was terrified because according to her she saw an image of a stereotypical Gnome like creature in the background staring menacingly at me with a cruel smile. She tore up the photo because she believed that by doing so would release it's hold on me. It didn't. The being(s) frequently stole and never returned my toys and other personal items. For most of my year in the 6th grade they stole my homework and got me into a lot of trouble with my teacher who didn't believe I actually did the homework. They caused me many nights of terrifying nightmares from my earliest memories. They physically appeared in my room or outside my window on a handful of occasions, sometimes seen by family members as well. When I was around 5 years old, two of them took pleasure in threatening me while abducting a sibling and they had taken my parents on other occasions. Their visits stopped when I was around 17 years old but their effect and presence still haunt me to this day and has caused PTSD symptoms and anxiety from those childhood traumatic events which prevent me from sleeping most nights until it is daybreak. I am in my late 50's now but I still must sleep with the lights on till dawn.

What county and street is it in? There seems to be a lot of St Brigid's Wells in Ireland. They say there used to be a St Brigid's Well in Dublin on Melbourne Street which would be handy for me if it was still functioning.

God I hope they are real. I think the world is just weird enough for them to exist.

Never Touch a lone tree they don’t like it

Some of us still believe here in Ireland ❤🙏🏻

I would love to hear the reactions from modern day Irish people and foreign people alike. I'm talking about their accents while telling their stories. I'm a Dubliner and I find a hard to understand I just just about do, is brilliant listening to them. ✌️☘️

I am just hearing this rendition for the first time. It had me in bits it is so wonderful. Where can I find more of Bernie's songs? Thank you!!

A Scottish song. Easily verified as such.

only once have I heard the song in the wind It could have easily been a hallucination because I smoked a lot of weed beforehand, and that summer I was doing a lot of other drugs too. It was the voice of a woman comforting the souls of burning grass spirits who were all crying for help. The farmers near my house were burning the ditches by their fields. it will stay with me until I die.

To disbelieve is to do so at your peril. If you don’t bother 5hem, they shan’t bother you.

I don't know if OP is still alive in 2024but I offer an Irish toast: May you be in heaven half an hour before the devil knows you're dead. Blessings to OP Be Well

My neighbour, great the hear this story

Thanks for sharing going to make it this week

..."Can't believe in fairies you can't believe in god." You say that like its some sort of high price. I can't believe in either, and that works for me. I don't have the rotten empty spot in my skull created by too many childhood coloring books about magic zoo boats. BUT, I think the fairy stories are the cutest and least harmful to society of all the dozens of such stories. I'd love to believe in either, but the hand of the author and the way tales mold over time or with cultural adjacency is just too obvious.

Would anyone here be able to help me understand a dream I had? I don't know if what I dreamt was of real faeries, but I don't know how else to describe them. The dream was so specific and oddly unlike any expectation I had in my mind of what faeries are like, but in my heart, I feel that I saw faeries. Yet I struggle to find any description online of what I saw and feel was a true look into the spiritual dimension. I am hoping someone here can help me better understand these beings I encountered? This is the dream: I was living in the woods and taking care of two stray feral kittens by feeding them everyday. These beings soon took notice of me and showed themselves to me as they moved in procession through the woods, somehow my taking care of the kittens caught their attention. They were very thin and waiflike, shaped in faint glowing white light, almost too thin to be humanoid and similar to the shape of a stick, maybe a foot tall. I saw no discernable features. Just light. They wanted me to be aware of them is what I felt. They then showed me in my mind's eye these beautiful chrysalis topped stalks or stick-like structures. The approximate width of a twig from a tree. And there the dream ended. Who have I encountered? Did I have my first faerie meeting? Thank you for reading. I hope someone can help me learn who these beings are!

I heard the banshee in 1987 and the screaming was so scary we heard the next morning my grandmother had dead my sister was in the same room to me but she was fast a sleep i told my mother she said it follows are name which is o gorman i live in Australia now and when i hear a Dog howling someone passes away back in ireland.

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Several years ago I was bagging my dogs poop along a nature trail. I caught sight, briefly of a little man peering at me from behind a old stone wall separating the path from a field. He had jade coloured skin, weathered complexion. No hat no hair. He looked my way and then hid back behind the wall. It's shadow was visible too. It kind of hung around or that's how I perceived that most wierd encounter. Me and the dog ventured on. My mind filled with questions about that tiny man. It's shadow from the sighting also began to bother me later on. Because to me it wasn't a little man stood on the soil but clinging to the stone that made the wall. Was it weary of foxes? It's size from my brief encounter is estimated as being the same height as a 3yr old

A most sincere and delightful video. Many thanks, for creating it,to be sure.

Thank you for this. Something charming in a miserable world ❤

Brought a tear to my eye, sounded exactly like my nanny when cooking her griddle bread. We lost her 20 years ago aged 94

This is beautiful. Love it!

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Very nice rendition but it's not Irish trad, It was written in the 1950s by Edinburgh poet Gordon Smith and set to an old Irish tune.

There is an unusual energy inside a fairly forth. I've spent time around and inside them. But always leave a gift of a wee drop in a bottle, I've never felt any badnes towards me.Side note: because he mentioned it as i was typing ]And there's a baby graveyard in the field behind where i live. And the owners of the land will NEVER tuch it. I have made two walking sticks from a fort. One i have, the other i returned to the fort. And the feeling of joy as i placed it back at the base of the blackthorn which they came from. By the time i walked the 50 feet or there abouts, once i stepped outside the ring of the tree's it had gone. ❤️🇮🇪

What a special and precious site. I am emotionally attached to Attracta's Well, near Ballaghaderreen, first there in 1977 and back a couple of times. It's water is supposed to be healing for the eyes. I kept some in a shandy bottle and took it to England and kept if for years and it never went bad. Thanks for showing this place, and am happy it is protected on state parklands.

If you cut down one tree plant 12 trees back.

Good Irish man. 😊

i believe

My great grandmother was from a village called Mooncoin, right outside of Kilkenny. She never talked about anything like this but she was the only person I ever really felt special around and she understood me. I am in western Washington USA. I have believed in fairies since I can remember. I've had many unexplainable experiences. I believe magic is just inherent in some of us. In midlife now I am finally true to my strange self and loving my life. I can't help but think that there was a fairy or two in my ancestry. Blessings to you all. 🍀🌟🧝🏻‍♂️✨🧙🏻‍♂️🧭🌖🧚🏻‍♂️🧚🏻‍♀️🧚🏻🫅🏻🕯️💖