Subject: The Wee People. 
Feb. 19, 2012.

  As I have stated before my son has a lady friend who can see what
she calls the peek-a-boo people. This person's name is Debby.  She says
they are in the forrest about anywhere and they peek around the sides
of tree and as you come closer they pull there heads around the back
of the tree and dissapear.  They are about 15 inches tall, if I remember
right.  Alice Ray Golden can see them also. She calls them Leprechauns.
I once read that Leprechauns like to drink Irish ale, sometimes called
Lephecaun Ale, but I not for sure that is true.  Just give me the fast,
man.

I thought I'd go along with Debby and see if she could pick them out
and show me them also.  I'm pretty sure that she will be able to see a
Bigfoot that may be trying to hide from me.

   Here is some information from the C-nspiracy Journal about these type
people.

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- FACT OR FANTASY DEPARTMENT -

Meeting with the Wee Folk

MANY CULTURES AROUND the world have their legends and folklore
about "little people" - elves, fairies, gnomes, elementals, or
simply the "wee folk". In Scandinavia they are the Tomte or
Nisse; the Nimerigar, Yunwi Tsundi, and Mannegishi of various
Native American tribes; the Menehune of Hawaii; and most famous,
perhaps, are the Irish Leprechauns.

Some of these wee folk are friendly, even helpful creatures,
but mostly they have a reputation for being mischievous,
conniving, and always elusive tricksters - seeming to live just
on the edge of our reality.

Do they really exist? Are they merely the inhabitants of
legends, fables, and children's stories... or are they the
products of fantasy and wishful thinking, stress-induced
hallucinations, or the visions from a shot too much of whiskey?
Like all phenomena of this kind, you'd have a hard time
convincing the people who claim to have actually encountered
these creatures that their experiences were anything but real.
Here are some reports from readers:

ATTACKED BY A WOODARJEE

I live in Australia and wonder if anyone has heard of the
woodarjee (spelling? pronounced wood-ah-gee). I learned of them
a few years ago when relating a story to a Noongar friend of
mine. Noongars are the main aboriginal tribe of Australia's
southwest, and in their lore the woodarjee are mischievous,
sometimes violent little people.

My encounter happened in Perth in the suburb of Coolongup in
the 1980s when I was about 6 years old. My brother, cousins, and
I were playing in blackboy bushland (grass tree or Xanthorrhoea)
and I was hiding from them. I heard a rustling noise to my right
and looked over to see a small aboriginal man about ten feet
away from me. He was about 13 inches tall with a bushy beard and
wearing nothing but a loincloth. I assume he was hunting as he
had a spear notched to his woomera (a spear throwing tool) and I
might have disturbed him. He looked at me with angry eyes and
threw his spear, which sank into my foot before he, the spear,
and the hole in my foot vanished. Only the Noongars believe me. -
Karl

HAPPY LITTLE ELF MEN

When I was 6 years old, I'd just moved from England to Canada.
One night I woke up and saw 6 or 7 little men. They seemed so
friendly and asked me about all my toys on the floor and what
they did. But what amused them the most was my Softoy bunny
rabbit at the end of my bed. When I showed them that it had a
zipper and that's where my pajamas were kept, well, they just
cracked up. They stayed awhile, but my greatest memory of them
is how happy they were. And I will always treasure that. -
tlittlebabs

SCARY ENCOUNTERS

I do believe in fairies. My daughters and I rented a trailer in
El Cajon, California in 2010. One morning we were all eating
breakfast in the kitchen, and out of the corner of my eye I saw
a fairy floating in the air. It was a female about three feet in
height sprinkling gold dust all around her. At the same time, my
oldest daughter said, "Mommy , mommy, there is a fairy
sprinkling gold dust everywhere over by the window."

My daughters and I also experienced some other unexplained
phenomena in that trailer. It was getting a little too scary for
us. We only stayed living in that trailer for 10 days and moved
out as quickly as we could. I think my daughters and I somehow
attract the unexplained, paranormal, whatever you want to call
it, because we have encountered several more experiences with
the paranormal that were scary. Thankfully, it has been almost a
year that we have not encountered anything. We have seen things
that no one would believe. P-ayer and f-ith have kept us safe. -
Danica

PETIT PEOPLE

I grew up in the countryside of southwest France, and today I
am 48 years old. As far as I can remember, I always saw these
beings. We also heard their music. They are very numerous in the
thickets, woods, and forests. Do not try to meet them, for they
will come to you. I played with them as a kid. Many are small.
They do not live on the same plane of existence, but in worlds
in-between. Fa=EBrie is a reality for me. Moreover, it changed my
life, but I do not care when I go into the forests. -
Wisigothic78

THE ELF OF PYMATUNING PARK

Sometime during the month of August, 2004, I was at a place
called Pymatuning Park in Pennsylvania, picnicking with my
family. I was ten. I had wandered off alone into the nearby
forest and was looking at all the trees. I was walking around
when I heard the sound of music. I followed it until I reached a
clearing. Like a scene from a movie, sitting on an old stump on
the edge of the clearing was a little boy. He looked like he was
about seven.

He had medium-length blonde hair and was playing a recorder
made of wood. He must have heard me because he looked up at me.
He had pointed ears and dark green eyes. He looked at me and
smiled.

He asked me if I would play with him. His voice was really
strange, almost like a bell. I told him I couldn't, and I had to
get back to my family. He looked really sad for a minute, but
then started smiling, and told me that it was okay, and he would
wait until I could play with him. Then he stood up and walked
off into the forest.

I've been back to that area several times. The clearing is
still there, but the stump he was sitting on is long gone. The
second or third time I went back, I left a slice of apple
sitting near where the stump was. When I went back the next day,
the apple slice was gone and in its place was a very smooth
stone. - Emrys

THE LITTLE PEOPLE IN THE MOUNTAINS

My father was and still is an avid hunter. He has heard all
kinds of tales through the years of what others have seen while
hunting. He said he has never seen anything, but had only one
weird experience when he was around 17 years old. He was hunting
for elk with his father and brothers in Salmon, Idaho in 1965.
They had all split up to chase down an elk herd they spooked by
chance, and my dad was sent around the mountain by himself to
cut them off.

It was a mildly warm day and he stopped to rest in the shade of
some large boulders to strip off some of his gear and have a
drink of water. When he sat down to rest, he felt a rock zip
right by his head. Thinking it was one of his brothers playing a
trick on him, he yelled at them to stop. That's when he noticed
tiny footprints in the soft dust under his feet. And again
another rock was thrown in his direction, closer this time.

Now my dad had always been told about the little people who
lived in the rocks and crevices of mountains and hills, an
ancient band of Native Americans who barely escaped from the
w-ite man. They made their home in the hills and if bothered
would put a c-rse on you if you failed to heed their warnings.

Feeling a chill creep up his spine, he slowly rose, gathered
his things and said in very slow Shoshone, "I am leaving. I'm
sorry I disturbed you." As he was walking away downhill he heard
small feet slapping the rocks behind him, but being a tad afraid
he never looked back. He never told his father or brothers and
could hardly tell me for fear of me thinking he was crazy. I
believe him. - Alex N.

Source: paranormal.about.com
http://paranormal.about.com/od/fairieslittlepeople/a/Encounters-
With-Little-People.htm

John Winston.  johnfw@mlode.com