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“Fairies, Dream and Spiritual Awakening!”

Not many nights have passed,
I experienced a spiritual awakening
in the middle of a night.
My senses have gone,
feeling all numb, I enter into
a different world, unknown to me.
Hearing some intermittent flapping sound,
my sleeping brain cells woke up, perturbed.
As I opened my eyes, everything luminous, glittery.
I found myself laid in a large wild flower, kindled!
I saw dazzling little figures fluttering tiny wings
pouring shimmering fluid of crystals over me.
I saw beautiful fairies smiling, dancing in joy,
some seated in each petal of the flower
as if they were waiting for me, all brightly ecstatic.
I return my look towards my body,
to my surprise, I saw myself in a white dress
sparkling in a refined way, charming and lovely!
I was confused as to why, where and how
did I landed here?
One of those elegant white fairy whispered in my ear…
“You’re in your awakening process, darling!
Trust the process, it is the world of enlightenment!
You’re blessed with magic and power!”
I wandered around every corner conceit
of my abilities and finally back to the wild flower
closing my eyes again to obtain enlightenment.
They said my spiritual energies were strong
for spiritual alignment and suddenly I woke up.
I woke up to actually find my eyes opened and
remain wondering if it was true and real..
Resplendent Fairies spinning around my body
in a mysterious world of enchantment!
The unreal fantasy, eclectic holy dreamland,
glittery illusion, supernatural creatures, indeed ethereal.
I wanted to go back to the mystical fairy tale dream
Until I realized, I was delusional, living in illusion
of my own. Entangled, whirled, drowned into spirituality.
For I have been habitually seeing angel numbers
from past few months and its obvious
that my guardian angels have been trying
to convey a special message to me!
“Oh dear fairies, teleport me to your land
as I never wish to exist here. I belong to the fairy land.”

~an impromptu poem for #NaPoWriMo day 25

Prompt Day 25: Today’s (optional) prompt is based on the aisling, a poetic form that developed in Ireland. An aisling recounts a dream or vision featuring a woman who represents the land or country on/in which the poet lives, and who speaks to the poet about it. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that recounts a dream or vision, and in which a woman appears who represents or reflects the area in which you live. Perhaps she will be the Madonna of the Traffic Lights, or the Mysterious Spirit of Bus Stops. Or maybe you will be addressed by the Lost Lady of the Stony Coves. Whatever form your dream-visitor takes, happy writing!


You have come across repeated numbers and I’m sure you have heard of numerology and angel numbers?? Is it really coincidence that you caught up with such numbers in a day, or maybe daily??

My poem doesn’t really take a form of aisling poems but here’s a thing, since I have encountered a supernatural dream and I was dying to tell someone about, I expressed it here… Its like really in a dream, where I teleported myself into an magical place and that I have been seeing repeated numbers/ angel numbers as they say the spirit angels tries to connect with the individual by showing spiritual numbers and they provide guidance, protection and awareness about the individual and the environment they are living in. Oh and I have been into spirituality actually! Its really empowering, ignites the very presence of your true self, hypnotic and spellbinding… If you do manifestations on a regular basis or believe in affirmations and stuff you’ll know how uplifting it is to feel and absorb positive energies, cleaning your aura and aligning in a higher frequency with your higher self. It is indeed fascinating! Try out if you haven’t..