This article was written and published by Linden Alexander Pentecost, and was published on the 6th of March 2026. No AI was used in this article nor in any of my written works. This article is published only on this UK website, this article is published in the UK and I the author am a resident of the UK and am from the UK. This article is unrelated to and separate from any and all of my other publications. The three photos in this article were also taken by myself the author and were taken in 2015. I have taken and published other photos of the Great Orme Bronze Age Copper Mines in other publications, from other times. The photo descriptions in italics contain information not in the main text. This article contains a total of 2488 words. 

I have seen the beings that people would describe as fairies. I have told about a couple of these experiences already, including one time when I was in Wales and I closed my eyes for a second and saw who I would describe as the Tuatha Dé Danann. I have told about further other dreams & vision experiences in dreams where I have encountered fairy-like women, and I have mentioned having seen them with my third eye. I am not always very forthcoming about all of these experiences, and I never will be, but needless to say, if you are wondering, I have never seen them with my own physical eyes. The experience I described in Wales was one in which my eyes were closed for a second. But there is another experience I would like to speak about, although I would never tell where it happened. And to be honest I do not entirely remember. Which is a part of these experiences, there is an element of secrecy and privacy, because when a person encounters something like this in a positive way, it is so sacred, and by its very nature it is protected. It cannot be told to anyone in its fullness because the experience is meant for the individual. 
But I will tell what I feel I can tell. I was at a place, some kind of place where there was an ancient vibe, and indications of ancient people. Despite that this article does also have a focus on the Great Orme Bronze Age Copper Mines, the place in which I had the following fairy experience was in a forested area in England. I was sat upon a rock or a fallen tree or something, I was sat down, and I closed my eyes, and looked towards where a line of foliage was. I saw, when my eyes were closed, a normal experience took place to begin with, and I saw, when my eyes were closed, the patterns of leaves and of twigs, complex, geometric, live ivy leaves, located in my vision just where the actual undergrowth was visible when my eyes were open. 
The leaves became so detailed as my eyes were closed, and all of a sudden I started to see the leaves, as a complex whole, changing, almost revealing other layers of existence and pattern, which then revealed some eyes, some faces. The eyes were like those of the Tuatha Dé Danann I had seen in the vision in Wales, wide, like those associated with elves. Their faces were long and thin, and their countenances were old. Thousands of years old, ancestors of human form, but so old, thousands of years. They were not tall. They had those ears that we commonly associate with elves. Their skin was like bark. One appeared, then some others, one next to him, the first one who appeared. There were of smaller size than us, but ancient, maybe 4-5 foot tall. 
I have some vague memory that associates them with having bows. Perhaps I saw one with a bow, perhaps something like a Neolithic bow. There was one who I saw most, and another next to him. I think the first one I saw, the one I saw the most, was a spiritual leader of some kind, some kind of shaman, and he appeared to me to greet me, and also to state their presence. He looked at me as I looked at him. His expression was one which reflected mine, I saw him, and I knew that he was looking right into me. I felt that he saw me, and knew that I saw them. They appeared from behind a log, curious and staring at me. 
The vibe I received was nothing negative at all. They deliberately revealed themselves, and stared at me. Perhaps they had not stared at a person like me or shared a look with a person in a very long time. But they were open to that I was there. Their looks sent, not a warning, but a statement of “yes we are here - we are still the people of this place. You have looked to seek and be open to us, and I am stating that we are here, we are the people of this place, we remain here, we are strong”. And I took the memory with me. Even though I cannot remember where it happened. 

Photo below: one of the, presumably "altered" passages within the Great Orme Bronze Age Copper mines. Many of the tunnels (those suitable for ordinary sized folk) are naturally very narrow, but I believe that this one must have been altered slightly for the visitors to the mine, who can explore it - after paying at the centre, getting a hard hat etc. 

Actually, my belief in them was crucial to me developing my religious or spiritual identity, which is not a clearly defined thing, but I only came to make sense of God, when my spirituality came to discover a belief in these ancestral figures. I have only felt truly myself when in nature and among ancient places. The belief in ancestor spirits, guardian spirits, and protectors of nature - of the spiritual animation in nature, is the only spirituality that ever felt right to me. Because it includes animals, it includes our whole world, it seeks something more sacred and true that takes us back to a place of love and to a place of universal understanding, whereas to me religions and modern spirituality do not encompass this. I first started to think about the folks of the Fairy Realms in 2008. By 2009, when I was 16, I firmly believed in them, although it was not for many years until I saw them through my third eye on several occasions. I think when it comes to this stuff, the commitment to the subject and the commitment to understanding their presence in our history, ancient land, languages and cosmos, often comes prior to the actual interactions. It’s as though some people in a sense have to prove their preparedness and seriousness about encountering them. I believe also that they interact with the human self on more subtle levels, which are intrinsic to the different aspects of the human self. The Fairies do I think inspire romance. Our connection with them is not necessarily romantic, but they are connected to the very essence and life force of romance, and to the life force and essence of music, and of life. This is why I think in our mythology Fairies and their realm are often connected with Romantic love, with often people marrying fairy women, or women marrying fairy men, or any variation thereof. Even in a less direct sense, most of our most famous Romantic plays and historic stories are intrinsically connected to the Fairies and to the Fairy/Faerie Realms in some way. Again, the Faerie Realm is not only another world, or other worlds, it is also the wild, romantic, in some ways fertility-related, but pure and holy elements of this World, hence one can enter the Faerie Realm through their third eye, as I have done, especially if one is in a place where one feels at the edge of our world and close to theirs. The Faerie Realm can also be within our world, certain forests, certain rocky ancient places, when these sorts of places inspire a romance in you and an admiration of the holy beauty inherent in life, you enter and experience the Faerie Realm on some levels. We can just tell, and feel these things, by the way in which certain places, pieces of art, music and language inspire us. 

Photo below: another section of passage in the Great Orme Bronze Age copper mines, this one sloping steeply downward. These tunnels are very much a maze of complex workings, and when I wander around this place, I find it a little hard to get my bearings. Some of the tunnels are quite straight, others twist and turn like funnels, moving from chamber to chamber.

I first became a believer in them, when I was also really going deeper into my interest in Celtic languages and my interest in pre-Celtic languages, and the peoples associated with these languages. I was listening to a lot of traditional Irish music at the time, as well as traditional music in Scottish Gaelic and in Welsh. I spent a fair bit of time at several places that summer, including in Western Scotland, Western Ireland and North Wales, particularly Anglesey and Y Gogarth. I remember being in that landscape of North Wales and practicing Irish and Welsh simultaneously, with both languages being connected to that landscape on the coast of North Wales, and of course, the Fairies and “goblins” associated with the ancient copper mines on Great Orme for example - I knew that they were in some way associated with those pre-Celtic speaking peoples. I remember actually (although I can nolonger find the photo), taking a picture inside the largest chamber in the Great Orme Bronze Age copper mines, and seeing orbs in the photo afterwards, within which one could see them, again, with those big, dark eyes, long thin faces, the ones in the photos were seemingly hairless, and of different sizes (a photo of this chamber is included in this article, but this is not the photo showing the orbs). One of the faces was giant, others were much smaller, which is consistent with what I have written elsewhere about the possible presence of “giants” involved in the mining at Great Orme, whilst the often incredibly narrow passages within the mines themselves - some of them are only big enough for adult humans or adult humanoids of much smaller stature and size to be able to mine in. 
I remember also being at Mullingar in Ireland and going to a kind of Fairy Ring, surrounded in oak trees, which I have discussed elsewhere. It felt incredibly sacred. I have commented on similar themes elsewhere and other experiences in Ireland, but when I was 16 in 2009 this Fairy romantic magic seemed to flow through me in a profound way. I had been a bit heartbroken but at the same time, I was not upset about it anymore. I was so happy and content in my pursuit of ancient languages, cultures, and the sacredness of the ancestors, that I felt aerach - gay, happy (note I have written another article concerning this word and other experiences in Ireland, I wrote the article not that long ago, it pertained more to when I was 18 and older, but when I was 16 I experienced this most profoundly). That summer I had fallen for two girls my own age, had been invited to Brittany by someone who was about 24, then, after a brief period of being sad, I embraced by inner aerach and explored and walked happily in the Celtic lands, with little to nothing able to get me down. That time, when I was 16, was another time when girls my own age, and women 10-20 years older than me also showed romantic interest in me - which is I think is due in part to being so in-tune with myself, with God and with the ancestors at that time. Also, at the time, I did kind of resemble some kind of elf-human & I remember having with me a necklace of periwinkle shells, which I had put holes in for the string, and as I have discussed elsewhere, this kind of necklace using these shells with holes in is an ancient form of jewellery found in ancient Europe. I have also included a photo of me in the Great Orme Mines when I was 16 in an unrelated publication.

Photo below: the largest chamber in the Great Orme Bronze Age copper mines, and probably the largest prehistoric mining chamber in all of Europe. This chamber is to me a bit like a temple or theatre, and I have wondered if perhaps this part of the mine was in a sense like a temple. This is the chamber in which I photographed the orbs, and from that photo (not the photo below) I got the impression that this chamber was a kind of meeting place for the ancestral spirits of this mine, perhaps even a place where later miners could have consulted them. I am not sure why this chamber was backlit with such colourful lights. Personally I think that this show mine could do more to acknowledge the people who worked in this mine and the spirit beings present there, and that maybe the lighting doesn't need to be quite this colourful - although I don't dislike it. 

I personally feel that the Great Orme Copper mines are a very sacred place. A psychic friend of mine went there with me once, someone who could see ghosts and who on several occasions interacted with a Neolithic spirit tribe connected to the area around where the rivers Machno and Conwy converge. Yet when he visited the Great Orme Bronze Age Copper mines with me, he felt that the place was utterly spiritually empty, he felt nothing, which he found strange. I on the other hand feel very differently about this. It is curious that a psychic person would pick up nothing from this site, when to me, and from the photo I took, it was obviously full of spiritual activity. But perhaps that activity was so calm and peaceful that it didn’t register for my friend in the same way that other kinds of psychic interactions do. It has always registered with me however, it has always felt like a “Faerie” place, although there is also the subject I have discussed elsewhere regarding the possible presence of giants at this site.