The faeries are restless; a stirring of the Air; a gentle breeze. A coming together of the villages.
A Soul is preparing to leave Earth. Faeries gather around to assist.
They weave fine clothes, sewn with serenity, peace, and homecoming.
They sew gauzy wings, full of love, music, and swiftness.
What's going on, a young faerie asks?
A Soul is preparing to leave the Earth Plane and we must help.
Why? Because this is what we do. Otherwise there would be no meeting of Worlds. The Humans would stay in their World and we would stay in ours. No Veil. No Crossings. Each World separate.
There was much movement in the Air. Faeries coming and going. Each one performing a function. Each one important in the Ceremony. Lots to do. An ebb and flow to the movement. Each one connected by the heart. Each one knowing just what was needed.
When? asks the young faerie.
We don't know. Only the Great Spirit knows the answer to this.
We just prepare. We just do what we are guided to do.
But what if the Human is not ready? Ahhhh, then we wait. And sometimes we leave that Human alone for a while and go on to someone else.