The Pixie Encounter

​The Pixie Encounter
Gatekeepers of the paranormal, stand down—my security cams have been flawless for eight years, tuned strictly to human detection. They've never once flagged bugs, birds, cats, rats, bats, owls, possums, raccoons, or passing cars. So when the alert hit at 4 a.m.—my sacred hour for lucid dreaming, meditation, astral travel, and remote viewing—something real crossed the line.
In quick succession: a small vase tipped over on the porch table, the house cat bolted from its open-window perch in the next room, my bedroom porch window stood invitingly ajar. Whatever it was slipped not just into my room but grazed the edge of my consciousness—a brief, electric flash—then fled, rattling the yard gate latch.
Over 55+ years of studying the unseen, I've collected plenty of "we're not alone" moments, but this one's physical tricks mixed with video evidence and that psychic brush feel straight out of classic pixie lore: small, mischievous, green-clad tricksters from English folklore (especially Cornwall and Devon) who love tipping things, rapping walls, playing pranks, and dipping in and out of our reality for a laugh before vanishing. Mostly harmless, but always a reminder that the veil thins when you're half in the otherworld yourself.
Am I spooked? A little—enough to keep the porch light on and wonder what else might RSVP next time I go astral. But mostly? Intrigued!
Are we alone? Have we ever been alone?  The night just got a lot more alive!

What do you see?                https://youtu.be/rVOfOjyhpyY           ​

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