Well ~I really feel that calling this ‘Faerie Ring’ alone would immediately have some readers jump to the conclusion that this story has to do with being ‘gay’ or about ‘gayness’ . But no, that’s not it. Elf Circle ~ I can relate to more ‘personally’… And Yes, it is about my relationship and experience with these beautiful beings ~ faeries and elves who also populate our planet ~ or nearby our planet in a dimension so close but so far away. Perhaps Now ~ because of the transformation of the ‘etheric web’ of our world due to exponential expansion of the human ( over ) population, the internet, and the increasing saturation of ‘ human-made ’electromagnetic fields ~ cel phones with their microwave broadcast towers ~ they exist more rarely in the same vibrational frequency that we inhabit ~ but they still Do Exist ‘on’ our planet in a nearby ~ but safely enough, far away ~ vibrational dimension.
Caroline pointed out to me that when I shared this with her back in the 1970’s that I was one of the ‘L’ people. The ‘L’ vibration is in my mother’s maiden name ‘Truell’ or True L. It’s in my father’s name as well Louis NichoLas IasieLLo. The vibration was passed on to me as my parents named me RaLph Louis IasieLLo.
The Elves are who she was referring to.
In the late 1950’s , approximately 1958, I was 7 years old and in the 3rd grade of Saint Joseph’s Elementary School in Brookfield, CT. It was a good year in contrast to the fear and misery I had experienced since kindergarten in the Catholic school system. Sister Marvelous was kind and recognized that I was truly bright. She did not punish or humiliate me as every other teacher had done and I experienced much less anxiety both in and outside of the classroom.
I came home from school one day in the Springtime, after Easter past the middle of April. Mom, Dad and Gail my sister, were not there. I was alone. The sky was a light pale blue that afternoon, the misty clouds were dispersing and the budding trees and plants were waving in the breeze. It had been raining for a couple of days and now it was clearing. You could sense that rainbows appear in conditions such as these. My heart and spirit also felt bright and felt relieved to be ‘by myself’, sort of. I gazed out of the large picture window that faces the Southeast from the ‘ living room’ into our sloping yard. Almost a mile away in this direction past the yards of two of our neighbors, across Huckleberry Hill Road towards Green Knoll Day Camp. At that point in time all of that property on that side of the road belonged to Green Knoll ~ most of it a thicket of undeveloped woods with sloping hills and valleys with trails, while the camp facilities were laid out around a small natural pond beyond these woods and further down the road.
The camp was not yet open for business @ this time of the year. I was very pleasantly surprised that I could see right down into that field near the pond ~ even though the view is definitely blocked ~ even to this day~ by the woods the hills and trees, even in the Winter when the trees were without leaves. Some years later , the camp owners son fell into the blades of a large mowing machine and they got out of the business, selling off many of the acres to developers ( perhaps to help pay for their sons medical treatment) who interspersed the landscape with rather large houses and new roads. A few decades later in my 20’s I walked again in these woods ~ once with my friend and soul brother, Alan Blackman as we searched for solace from our intense demanding , post-high school, college lifestyles. On another occasion by myself ~ the soul of the forest communicated to me that it was waning ~ it’s “ spirit was crying for leaving” as Led Zepelin expressed in ‘Stairway to Heaven’.
On that day when I was 7 years old ~ for me the vista was clear. What I saw with my young heart and innocent mind was a group of tiny luminous translucent beings who’s heads and 4 limbs ~ two arms and two legs each ~ were shaped like pentacle stars shimmering with pink and green fluids within. I could see their bright happy faces and hear their tiny voices twinkling like wind chimes, singing with joyful laughter as they pranced and danced around in a circle.
They were calling to me ~ even calling out my name ~ to come and join them ~ to be like them ~ and to go with them to be happy forever and ever. I was delighted and felt no fear whatsoever for a moment. Then I instantly realized in my heart that going with them would be the end of my life, the end of being the person who I was in the ‘outer world’. That did not bother me because I knew that in my innermost essence I was one of them. However I realized that I would become ‘ disappeared ’ to my family, my friends and from my community, mysteriously vanished. I knew that everyone would be devastated by my abrupt and sudden absence. Perhaps my parents would not recover from the shock. There would be fear throughout the land that other children were in danger of ‘being kidnapped’, perhaps murdered or sold into slavery. All efforts to locate me would be in vain, fruitless.
From my heart I sent a message to my faerie elf friends that I knew I would be happy happy happy with them in their Land of Forever Never-ending Joy and Light, but it was the wrong thing to do because of all of the pain it would cause to my present ‘world’. I turned my attention to other amusements available to me and awaited the return of my mother, father and sister, our evening dinner homework and television shows followed by sleep and returning to school the next day.
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As Caroline continued her recovery from Bell’s Palsy / spinal meningitis having escaped from Mass General Hospital after the doctors there asked her for permission to drill holes in her skull ~ we were given the opportunity to move our living quarters away from the second floor of the House of Karmu where we had our studio, Loka.
It was a great location for business @ the intersection of Green and Hancock Streets just down the hill from the Plough and Stars bar on Mass Ave, near Central and not too far away from Harvard Squares. There was also Karmu himself on the top floor who often encouraged his visitors to come see us because we were talented; had a lot of personal and professional resources and being in his good graces; he wanted us to make it and be successful.
We needed the quiet time for healing and staying balanced, away from the high vibrational intensity of the ‘Swami’s House’. Buckminster Fuller had designed the renovation of the attic apartment we moved into on Grozier Road just off of Huron Avenue in North Cambridge. Bucky Fuller had spent time @ MIT for several years and he designed the apartment so that it had a long pyramidic cylindrical ceiling and was bisected in the center by two alcoves which also had the pyramidic feature. So it was shaped like a cross and it incorporated the 4 directions. The kitchen was located to the South in the rear with the bathroom just off of the hallway entrance. In the center alcoves we had music, library and video equipment to the East and our library and meditation space to the West. Our bed was in the front of the apartment to the North, facing windows that we had draped.
It was a very cold grey November weekday morning when I awoke and observed my immediate surroundings. There was Caroline sleeping on her side, and there was me sleeping next to her. I realized that I was experiencing a lucid dream. I was soon to find out ‘why.’ My dream body’s eyes were drawn to gaze out into the silvery steel lavender and dark grey cloudscapes to the North over the Fresh Pond Reservoir of Cambridge that borders the town of Belmont and Route 2. In the sky waiting for me to behold, was a multidimensional emerald pyramid. It was pulsating and I sensed that it was emitting a humming vibration that had caused me to ‘awaken’.
On the side that was facing me there was a dark circular vortex that opened into it’s structure like a long tunnel. Toward the front of the opening it was glowing with purple iridescent light that receded into this deep, black corridor that appeared to be connected to the depths of Infinity.
The apparition seemed to be@ least 2 miles away but I could ‘zoom in’ and see these details clearly from where I was sitting in our home. The apparition and I acknowledged each other’s presence and existence. Then it withdrew its form into that black vortex and disappeared after instantaneously condensing itself into a point of black light. This was accompanied by a wooshing suction type of a sound that ‘popped’. I knew that I was only hearing this with my ‘inner ears’.
I realized that I was now fully awake and physically sitting up in bed, my dream body and my ‘regular body’ simultaneously superimposed upon one another. I had to lay back down to integrate these multidimensional aspects of myself back into unity. So I cuddled up with Caroline. Later, over breakfast tea I told her about it. She and I reflected quietly about it for some time.
References : ‘Contact with the Pleiades’ VOLUMES I & II ~ Swiss photographer Billy Meiers photo documentary in hardcover, full colour photos with NO detectable ‘special effects’. There are scores of photos documenting his numerous contacts and the ‘close encounters’ that he’s has had with similar ‘spacecraft’ AND their passengers.
copyright – RAY IASIELLO ~ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED, 2010
Certified Hatha Yoga Teacher
Certified Resonance Repatterning™ Practitioner