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  1. I was talking to a friend last week about a personal/work project I had about 10 years ago where every month or so, I had to change my mind (properly!) about something I believed in – Which in this case, meant I had to go and seek things out because it’s really hard to do every month unless it’s active.

    It’s half of the reason I spent so long embedded in Flat-Earth and Scientology; the other half was that I was researching pathways to radicalisation and trying to trace a lot of them to the source and exit.

    I was listening to a Sherlock Holmes podcast yesterday and realised that being able to change your mind completely about something is a core investigative skill (and this is how I increased my B2B sales… No! No… Away with you LinkedIn!).

    Good investigative technique means having a theory of the case from the start, but then, importantly, it means deliberately challenging it and then changing it, when new evidence emerges. It can be a lot of paperwork and mental gymnastics. Sticking to the original theory of a case and looking for evidence to support it is what created the Birmingham Six and the Central Park Five. Completely irresponsible and incompetent police work and static minds are a liability to any good casework (see also: Donald Trump who is still trying to execute the CP5).

    This isn’t really going anywhere except to note that although Sherlock was excellent at changing case-theories (and does so a lot in the books), his creator, Sir Arthur Conan-Doyle, of Cottingley Fairies and Harry Houdini feud fame, was so bad at it that he’d certainly have had a leadership role waiting in the West Midlands Police any time.

    Ironically, the person in his most famous stories that he can be most said to resemble, is Lestrade of the Yard.

    #Books #SherlockHomes #Detective #Investigation #TrustAndSafety #Fairies #Police #Crime #Houdini #Ramblings #ASIS #FlatEarth #Scientology #Radicalization #LinkedIn #B2B

  2. I was talking to a friend last week about a personal/work project I had about 10 years ago where every month or so, I had to change my mind (properly!) about something I believed in – Which in this case, meant I had to go and seek things out because it’s really hard to do every month unless it’s active.

    It’s half of the reason I spent so long embedded in Flat-Earth and Scientology; the other half was that I was researching pathways to radicalisation and trying to trace a lot of them to the source and exit.

    I was listening to a Sherlock Holmes podcast yesterday and realised that being able to change your mind completely about something is a core investigative skill (and this is how I increased my B2B sales… No! No… Away with you LinkedIn!).

    Good investigative technique means having a theory of the case from the start, but then, importantly, it means deliberately challenging it and then changing it, when new evidence emerges. It can be a lot of paperwork and mental gymnastics. Sticking to the original theory of a case and looking for evidence to support it is what created the Birmingham Six and the Central Park Five. Completely irresponsible and incompetent police work and static minds are a liability to any good casework (see also: Donald Trump who is still trying to execute the CP5).

    This isn’t really going anywhere except to note that although Sherlock was excellent at changing case-theories (and does so a lot in the books), his creator, Sir Arthur Conan-Doyle, of Cottingley Fairies and Harry Houdini feud fame, was so bad at it that he’d certainly have had a leadership role waiting in the West Midlands Police any time.

    Ironically, the person in his most famous stories that he can be most said to resemble, is Lestrade of the Yard.

    #Books #SherlockHomes #Detective #Investigation #TrustAndSafety #Fairies #Police #Crime #Houdini #Ramblings #ASIS #FlatEarth #Scientology #Radicalization #LinkedIn #B2B

  3. The Fairy Flower War

    #Fanfic WanderingWitch
    #Wss366 New

    The young woman continued on her way, a sour look on her pretty face. She brushed resentfully at the honeysuckle that got into her long, ashen hair, the grasses that clung to her black robes, and branches that threatened to knock her pointy hat off her head. Not even the sight of the star-shaped brooch, marking her as a witch, lifted her mood.

    “Stupid nobles.”

    “Arrogant, self-serving pea-brains!”

    “She’s too pretty to wake up!”

    She grumbled as she walked along.

    She was so preoccupied with her recent meeting with "Prince Charming" that she no longer appreciated the flowers growing alongside the path. The brilliant red of the Indian paintbrush reminded her of courtiers’ rouged lips, the monkshood of their poisonous speech, and the heavy scent of lilacs of their cloying perfume. She longed for the common scents of coffee and bread, #newly from the oven.

    It was in this state that she came upon an open rill. Shallow banks covered with marshmallow, bog iris, and other damp-loving plants ran down to the water. She might have passed the stunning vista unseeing if it hadn’t been for the shrill sound of horns.

    The sound brought her up, and she gazed over the scene before her. On the far bank, perched on rocks thick with moss, stood a squad of fairies, crimson columbine trumpets held to their mouths. It is from these that the sounds she’d heard issued: a distinct melody like a dozen warblers.

    To their right and left stood diminutive clerics, shaking tinkling bluebells. Behind them ranged ranks of warriors mounted on squirrels, with their flanks held by fast-moving shrews. Above them, lances gleamed like a hedge of knitting needles.

    A cry rang out: “For Queen Mauve! Down with the Usurper!”

    The troops echoed the cry. “For Queen Mauve! Long live the Queen!”

    “Let his insults be answered!” came the next cry.

    “Death to the impostor! Long live the true queen,” the troops answered back.

    The grass rustled, and the force moved off, leaving the woman open-mouthed.

    “Stupid aristocrats and their wars,” she announced to the now empty field. Then, with a shrug, she moved on.

    Who was this unhappy lady?

    It was me—Elaina, the Ashen Witch, of course.

    #TootFic #MicroFiction #FairyTale #Fairies #Mythpunk #NMFic

  4. The Fairy Flower War

    #Fanfic WanderingWitch
    #Wss366 New

    The young woman continued on her way, a sour look on her pretty face. She brushed resentfully at the honeysuckle that got into her long, ashen hair, the grasses that clung to her black robes, and branches that threatened to knock her pointy hat off her head. Not even the sight of the star-shaped brooch, marking her as a witch, lifted her mood.

    “Stupid nobles.”

    “Arrogant, self-serving pea-brains!”

    “She’s too pretty to wake up!”

    She grumbled as she walked along.

    She was so preoccupied with her recent meeting with "Prince Charming" that she no longer appreciated the flowers growing alongside the path. The brilliant red of the Indian paintbrush reminded her of courtiers’ rouged lips, the monkshood of their poisonous speech, and the heavy scent of lilacs of their cloying perfume. She longed for the common scents of coffee and bread, #newly from the oven.

    It was in this state that she came upon an open rill. Shallow banks covered with marshmallow, bog iris, and other damp-loving plants ran down to the water. She might have passed the stunning vista unseeing if it hadn’t been for the shrill sound of horns.

    The sound brought her up, and she gazed over the scene before her. On the far bank, perched on rocks thick with moss, stood a squad of fairies, crimson columbine trumpets held to their mouths. It is from these that the sounds she’d heard issued: a distinct melody like a dozen warblers.

    To their right and left stood diminutive clerics, shaking tinkling bluebells. Behind them ranged ranks of warriors mounted on squirrels, with their flanks held by fast-moving shrews. Above them, lances gleamed like a hedge of knitting needles.

    A cry rang out: “For Queen Mauve! Down with the Usurper!”

    The troops echoed the cry. “For Queen Mauve! Long live the Queen!”

    “Let his insults be answered!” came the next cry.

    “Death to the impostor! Long live the true queen,” the troops answered back.

    The grass rustled, and the force moved off, leaving the woman open-mouthed.

    “Stupid aristocrats and their wars,” she announced to the now empty field. Then, with a shrug, she moved on.

    Who was this unhappy lady?

    It was me—Elaina, the Ashen Witch, of course.

    #TootFic #MicroFiction #FairyTale #Fairies #Mythpunk #NMFic

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  6. 混沌を彷徨う灯火 Світло, що блукає крізь хаос
    混沌を彷徨う小さな灯火達
    Маленькі вогники, що блукають у хаосі

    note.com/poison_raika/n/n87d3e

    <>

    #small #light #wander #through #chaos #gather #together #drawn #warm #flutter #cold #darkness #lead #lost #stranger #moment #healing #stardust #shining #fairies #starry #sky #earth #heart #mission #return

  7. Fairies, folk healers, and the problem of the “witch”

    I’ve recently been reading Ann Jefferies and the Fairies: A Source Book for a Seventeenth-Century Fairy Witch, published a few years ago by folklore researcher Simon Young. The book collects documents about the Cornish fairy seer Ann Jefferies, who claimed to have received healing powers from little men and women clad in green whom she called “fairies.” 

    One thing that struck me while reading the book is how strongly Ann herself would have rejected the label “witch”—something that Young readily admits. Like many folk healers and fairy seers in places as far removed as England and Appalachia, Ann considered her powers to be spiritually legitimate—even Christian.

    The distinction between healer and witch was particularly important for people like Ann in the seventeenth century. The mid-1600s were possibly the most dangerous time for someone who claimed supernatural powers: not only was the witch hysteria still alive—which meant that consorting with fairies might lead someone to be branded a witch—the Puritans were in the ascendancy, and Ann, a royalist, was considered extra suspect because she prophesied a miraculous return of the King (whom the Puritans had recently imprisoned). When she was asked to tell her story in the 1690s, the situation had evidently changed: although she remained scared of the authorities, interest in prosecuting folk healers or fairy seers as “witches” had apparently waned. (Even someone as committed to Christianity as the Bishop of Gloucester now sympathized with Ann’s story.) This suggests that the automatic identification of “fairy healing” with witchcraft had also weakened considerably, and fairy familiars were no longer assumed to be diabolical. 

    The book got me thinking a lot about folk healers and fairy seers in the geography I deal with, especially New England and Appalachia. Like Ann, these healers and seers would also have objected to the witch label. While folk healing thrived in both locations, and the tradition of special people gaining power from the fairies appeared intermittently, these healers and seers never identified as witches and often understood their work as combating witchcraft. These traditions surfaced in various forms in North America: In folktales from Pennsylvania Dutch Country, we find a hunter who learned perfect hunting ability from a “little gray man” in the Blue Mountains; a healer who practiced white magic that he learned from an “old gray man” in the Netherlands; and a herbalist who claimed to have observed a mysterious forest dwarf deep in the woods of Berks County.

    In New England, we find that the fairies sometimes bestowed knowledge of the future on their favored people, just as they did on Ann. But this had nothing to do with witchcraft: I recently met a woman in North Kingstown, Rhode Island, whose Irish great-grandmother (called Mary Sullivan) claimed that “a banshee” had told her that a family member was about to die, suggesting that some New Englanders viewed the fairies as a source of hidden knowledge. In Southern Appalachia, folk healing sometimes intersected with older fairy traditions, even when people no longer openly believed in fairies as a coherent supernatural race, but such practices were clearly differentiated from witchcraft. These people most likely saw their skills as an attempt to counter the negative influence of witches.

    The one folktale I’ve come across in Appalachia where an ambiguous attitude toward witchcraft exists is “The Witchie Folk.” Originating in Scotland, this tale was collected in Pennsylvania but apparently took root originally in West Virginia. In this story, we find a fairylike community of “witchie” people who are first looked at with suspicion but are later embraced as sympathetic beings. Deriving their power from the moon, the witchie folk apparently represent a memory of the old Scottish openness toward fairies that once existed in early-modern Scottish folklore, something I discuss in greater detail in my book. The story also suggests that at least some Appalachians understood that the distinction between witches and folk healers could become slippery. Perhaps some people really did believe that the only effective defense against witchcraft was accessing the same powers feared in witches themselves.

    Rather than identifying as witches, most folk healers and seers like Ann—in Appalachia and England—identified as Christian and even performed their healings in the “name of the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.” Ann’s fairies justified their bestowal of special powers by referring to the scriptures. Where fairy traditions existed explicitly in Appalachia—such as in the tradition of naming staurolite crystals in Virginia, Georgia, and North Carolina “fairy stones”—these traditions had to be “Christened,” in this case by inventing a legend that would sanctify the naming tradition and turn the fairies, ostensibly, into “Christians.” Many of these themes—Christian fairy belief, folk healing, banshees, fairy stones, and the uneasy boundary between healing and witchcraft—are explored in my forthcoming book, Fairies of Northern Appalachia. There I trace how older fairy traditions survived, adapted, and sometimes disguised themselves in the mountains and borderlands of eastern North America.

    #AnnJefferies #Appalachia #banshee #christianity #Cornish #Fairies #Fairy #fairyStones #folklore #healing #history #Irish #Magic #NewEngland #NorthernAppalachia #witch #witchcraft #witches #WitchieFolk
  8. Fairies, folk healers, and the problem of the “witch”

    I’ve recently been reading Ann Jefferies and the Fairies: A Source Book for a Seventeenth-Century Fairy Witch, published a few years ago by folklore researcher Simon Young. The book collects documents about the Cornish fairy seer Ann Jefferies, who claimed to have received healing powers from little men and women clad in green whom she called “fairies.” 

    One thing that struck me while reading the book is how strongly Ann herself would have rejected the label “witch”—something that Young readily admits. Like many folk healers and fairy seers in places as far removed as England and Appalachia, Ann considered her powers to be spiritually legitimate—even Christian.

    The distinction between healer and witch was particularly important for people like Ann in the seventeenth century. The mid-1600s were possibly the most dangerous time for someone who claimed supernatural powers: not only was the witch hysteria still alive—which meant that consorting with fairies might lead someone to be branded a witch—the Puritans were in the ascendancy, and Ann, a royalist, was considered extra suspect because she prophesied a miraculous return of the King (whom the Puritans had recently imprisoned). When she was asked to tell her story in the 1690s, the situation had evidently changed: although she remained scared of the authorities, interest in prosecuting folk healers or fairy seers as “witches” had apparently waned. (Even someone as committed to Christianity as the Bishop of Gloucester now sympathized with Ann’s story.) This suggests that the automatic identification of “fairy healing” with witchcraft had also weakened considerably, and fairy familiars were no longer assumed to be diabolical. 

    The book got me thinking a lot about folk healers and fairy seers in the geography I deal with, especially New England and Appalachia. Like Ann, these healers and seers would also have objected to the witch label. While folk healing thrived in both locations, and the tradition of special people gaining power from the fairies appeared intermittently, these healers and seers never identified as witches and often understood their work as combating witchcraft. These traditions surfaced in various forms in North America: In folktales from Pennsylvania Dutch Country, we find a hunter who learned perfect hunting ability from a “little gray man” in the Blue Mountains; a healer who practiced white magic that he learned from an “old gray man” in the Netherlands; and a herbalist who claimed to have observed a mysterious forest dwarf deep in the woods of Berks County.

    In New England, we find that the fairies sometimes bestowed knowledge of the future on their favored people, just as they did on Ann. But this had nothing to do with witchcraft: I recently met a woman in North Kingstown, Rhode Island, whose Irish great-grandmother (called Mary Sullivan) claimed that “a banshee” had told her that a family member was about to die, suggesting that some New Englanders viewed the fairies as a source of hidden knowledge. In Southern Appalachia, folk healing sometimes intersected with older fairy traditions, even when people no longer openly believed in fairies as a coherent supernatural race. But such practices were clearly differentiated from witchcraft. These people most likely saw their skills as an attempt to counter the negative influence of witches.

    The one folktale I’ve come across in Appalachia where an ambiguous attitude toward witchcraft exists is “The Witchie Folk.” Originating in Scotland, this tale was collected in Pennsylvania but apparently took root originally in West Virginia. In this story, we find a fairylike community of “witchie” people who are first looked at with suspicion but are later embraced as sympathetic beings. Deriving their power from the moon, the witchie folk apparently represent a memory of the old Scottish openness toward fairies that once existed in early-modern Scottish folklore, something I discuss in greater detail in my book. The story also suggests that at least some Appalachians understood that the distinction between witches and folk healers could become slippery. Perhaps some people really did believe that the only effective defense against witchcraft was accessing the same powers feared in witches themselves.

    Rather than identifying as witches, most folk healers and seers like Ann—in Appalachia and England—identified as Christian and even performed their healings in the “name of the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.” Ann’s fairies justified their bestowal of special powers by referring to the scriptures. Where fairy traditions existed explicitly in Appalachia—such as in the tradition of naming staurolite crystals in Virginia, Georgia, and North Carolina “fairy stones”—these traditions had to be “Christened,” in this case by inventing a legend that would sanctify the naming tradition and turn the fairies, ostensibly, into “Christians.” Many of these themes—Christian fairy belief, folk healing, banshees, fairy stones, and the uneasy boundary between healing and witchcraft—are explored in my forthcoming book, Fairies of Northern Appalachia. There I trace how older fairy traditions survived, adapted, and sometimes disguised themselves in the mountains and borderlands of eastern North America.

    #AnnJefferies #Appalachia #banshee #christianity #Cornish #Fairies #Fairy #fairyStones #folklore #healing #history #Irish #Magic #NewEngland #NorthernAppalachia #witch #witchcraft #witches #WitchieFolk
  9. 混沌を彷徨う灯火 Світло, що блукає крізь хаос
    混沌を彷徨う小さな灯火達
    Маленькі вогники, що блукають у хаосі

    note.com/poison_raika/n/n87d3e

    <>

    #small #light #wander #through #chaos #gather #together #drawn #warm #flutter #cold #darkness #lead #lost #stranger #moment #healing #stardust #shining #fairies #starry #sky #earth #heart #mission #return

  10. Another sketch from the 15-year-old Richard Doyle's journal of 1841. This shows him as he imagined himself lying in a fever and being surprised by hallucinations of all manner of #fairies and otherworldly little creatures. #BookChatWeekly #booksky #Victorian #illustration #artsky

  11. Another sketch from the 15-year-old Richard Doyle's journal of 1841. This shows him as he imagined himself lying in a fever and being surprised by hallucinations of all manner of #fairies and otherworldly little creatures. #BookChatWeekly #booksky #Victorian #illustration #artsky

  12. Foxglove, also known by its scientific name Digitalis, holds a special place in folklore where it is often called the fairy’s glove. In traditional stories, the tall stems are imagined as perfect hiding places or tiny homes for fairies. #foxglove #fairies fairyland.blog/post/8105089324

  13. Foxglove, also known by its scientific name Digitalis, holds a special place in folklore where it is often called the fairy’s glove. In traditional stories, the tall stems are imagined as perfect hiding places or tiny homes for fairies. #foxglove #fairies fairyland.blog/post/8105089324

  14. The banshee in Irish folklore straddles the realms of ghosts and fairies, often seen as a spirit warning of impending death. #banshees #ghosts #fairies youtu.be/re_gM4soeKI?si=6PZda5

  15. The banshee in Irish folklore straddles the realms of ghosts and fairies, often seen as a spirit warning of impending death. #banshees #ghosts #fairies youtu.be/re_gM4soeKI?si=6PZda5

  16. Across countless traditions, the realm of Faerie is imagined as a place that exists just beyond ordinary sight, a world that wears many names depending on who tells the story and where it is told. #fairyland #fairies fairyland.blog/post/8024486672

  17. The Sluagh are fearsome spirits in Scottish and Irish folklore, depicted as skeletal figures in swarms that haunt the night. They are believed to be either restless souls of the sinful or ancient evil faeries. #sluagh #celticfolklore #fairies connectparanormal.net/2025/10/

  18. #FairyTaleTuesday ⛰️ #CapeBretonNS
    Irish settlers said #Fairies danced on Cape Breton’s barren peaks, hiding gold in rocky hills, while #Banshees wailed on dry ridges, warning of doom.
    🧚‍♀️ #FairyTaleFlash

  19. Calling all those who signed up for the Flower Fairies - The Fairies Of The Garden - March Club - it's time for the big reveal!

    Introducing The Lavender Fairy, a 100g skein of lace weight yarn comprising 80% Falkland Wool and 20% Mulberry Silk.

    Yarn parcels are already on their way. Happy knitting!

    You can still purchase this yarn as it is forming part of a brand new, permanent, hand dyed collection at Baa Baa Brighouse.

    Find out more:
    baabaabrighouse.co.uk/shop/yar

    #yarn #knitting #crochet #indieyarn #indiedyer #handdyedyarn #yarnclub #books #reading #botanical #flowers #fairies #lavender #flowerfairies #CicelyMaryBarker

  20. A Welsh fairy tale tells of a boy who, while skipping school, was invited by a pair of elves to come play in fairyland instead. However, after stealing one of their golden balls to give to his poor mother, the boy was exiled from fairyland forever. #MythologyMonday

    🎨: Emily Gertrude Thomson

    #Folklore #FairyTales #Fairies #Elves #Fairyland #Otherworld #Wales #WelshFolklore

  21. A Welsh fairy tale tells of a boy who, while skipping school, was invited by a pair of elves to come play in fairyland instead. However, after stealing one of their golden balls to give to his poor mother, the boy was exiled from fairyland forever. #MythologyMonday

    🎨: Emily Gertrude Thomson

    #Folklore #FairyTales #Fairies #Elves #Fairyland #Otherworld #Wales #WelshFolklore

  22. Dear Friends of #moulting,
    As we know lobsters
    🦞 and snakes shed their skins, shells. Politicians #shed their #words as soon as elected. Spooks kick everyone out of the #cuckoo #nest... And everyone is likely to #change their #favourite [insert 'immutable' choice]

    We are a strange bunch of coconuts.
    ​:dopefish:​ Some green. Some brown on the outside. Sum... don't add up.

    #Fortunately there is a #solution. Come to #think of it, many solutions. For example:

    - Principals are for
    #schools, not strangulation
    -
    ​:anarchy:​
    - Consider the grass of the fields, how they get munched to make room for milkers and honey space. Bee Power!
    - Romans, Nazi and Empires. Fall. (you knew right?)

    In other words,
    #step #aside and #find the #happy #place. Mine is in my head, #heart and Yummy #Tummy. Today I am having a day of #restitution. Went for a lovely #walk. Had a #shower. Gonna have #Pastafarian for lunch. Like a mama used to make. With fresh 'erb. Aye, aye, I an' I, an' a tooth 4 a #truth for the #fairies... and #pirates
    en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flying_Spaghetti_Monster

    Have a wondrous day. Because you are worth it
    🦋

  23. Dear Friends of #moulting,
    As we know lobsters
    🦞 and snakes shed their skins, shells. Politicians #shed their #words as soon as elected. Spooks kick everyone out of the #cuckoo #nest... And everyone is likely to #change their #favourite [insert 'immutable' choice]

    We are a strange bunch of coconuts.
    ​:dopefish:​ Some green. Some brown on the outside. Sum... don't add up.

    #Fortunately there is a #solution. Come to #think of it, many solutions. For example:

    - Principals are for
    #schools, not strangulation
    -
    ​:anarchy:​
    - Consider the grass of the fields, how they get munched to make room for milkers and honey space. Bee Power!
    - Romans, Nazi and Empires. Fall. (you knew right?)

    In other words,
    #step #aside and #find the #happy #place. Mine is in my head, #heart and Yummy #Tummy. Today I am having a day of #restitution. Went for a lovely #walk. Had a #shower. Gonna have #Pastafarian for lunch. Like a mama used to make. With fresh 'erb. Aye, aye, I an' I, an' a tooth 4 a #truth for the #fairies... and #pirates
    en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flying_Spaghetti_Monster

    Have a wondrous day. Because you are worth it
    🦋

  24. Located on the Scottish island of Fetlar, the Haltadans is a circle of standing stones that folklore claims were once trows (Shetland's fairy folk). The story goes that they were still dancing in a circle when the sun rose one morning and turned them to stone. #MythologyMonday

    📷: Martin Bennie

    #Folklore #Folktale #Scotland #Shetland #Fetlar #StandingStones #Trows #Fairies #ScotishFolklore

  25. Moira. County Down. c1910. Children hanging fern and gorse on May Eve, April 30th to keep the fairies out. (National Museums Northern Ireland). C/o NI Historical Photographical Soc. #Moira #MayEve #Fairies #Ulster