Missing
Them
September 15, 2009
There is no question…
Dear kin,
… that we miss them. Just a few years back when the Lord of
the Rings movies were in the theaters, we were getting nearly 100,000
hits a month on our website, dozens of requests for elf names, and
it seemed that elves were awakening everywhere. We knew at the time
that this was an illusion, but it was a very pleasant illusion,
and one we were somewhat sad to see end.
At that time, there were also those who took their new found understanding
of their elfin nature so seriously (this is some form of oxymoron,
isn’t it?), that they called others who were less serious about
their elfinness “posers” and looked down upon them with
self satisfaction. As we wrote at the time, “posers” to
elfinness have never bothered us, for they are but aspirants as
far as these elves are concerned. And as we predicted, it is not
only the posers who have now moved on to other interests but also
those who scorned them so readily.
And yet we miss them, dear kin, both the posers, and the serious
ones who doubted their elfinness so profoundly that they could only
exteriorize that doubt onto others, never admitting to, nor examining
their own reservations. For while they had uncertainties about their
true nature, we have never doubted them a bit. They were drawn to
Elfin/Faerie due to the elfin that lives within them, and though
they now wander elsewhere, many entangled by the dark magics of
fear and uncertainty that traps them into the illusion of the world,
that bit of elfin lives within them still, and someday, or more
likely night, in this or some future lifetime, they will inevitably
find their way back to us again.
In the meantime, those ancients among us, who having awakened, never
forget our elfin nature, continue on, invisible for the most part,
radiating our magic through the world, leaving trails of energy
as clues for our kindred to find. For Elfin is not just, or even
primarily, a place to us, nor is it simply a culture, it is truly
a family and without our dear beloved kindred, Elfin would be a
very lonely place, and a lonely place is the very opposite of Elfin.
Thus, we are ever seeking our own through time, awakening kindred
and leaving hints along the path to that magical place where you
are beloved, and part of the family, where your kindred are ever
awaiting you, where you are always welcome and we are always awaiting
your return. That magical place we call, among other things, Elfland.
Fost Tae Lodver (Touch the truth),
The Silver Elves
