Troubles with Trolls

Having touched upon the subject of fairies and the elemental world in my last blog, I now want to talk about trolls. For those unfamiliar with this type of elemental, I will describe them by the quality of their energy, when negatively and positively aspected, from my own experience.

Some years ago - 1997 to be precise - I was managing a rather good area regeneration consultancy project, through my business, EPONA. So good was the project that a couple of other people thought they should have won the contract, and endeavoured to make my work difficult. One of these individuals, a white or, possibly mixed-race, woman had a quality of negative energy the likes of which I had not encountered before, and was particularly challenging for my consultancy client (incidentally one of the best local government clients EPONA has ever had). Nevertheless, the work proceeded well and was duly completed.

However, I was aware towards the end of the project that I too was feeling drained. One night, I dreamt that I was being chased by a female giant (big troll) somewhere in Iran, and managed to escape through a passage on a black horse. I awoke from what was a nightmare both stirred and shaken, but later felt quite relaxed and decided to do some household chores. One of these was to recycle several bags of bottles, and off I walked, placing the bags on the pavement in front of the re-cycling bins. At this point, two teenage girls came cycling along the pavement, knocking over the bottles and pushing me aside. I started to remonstrate, and took hold of the handle bars of one bicycle. The next thing I was being physically assaulted and started to retaliate.

At this point, what seemed to be an inner voice (but some might interpret as a spirit helper) told me to cease all retaliation.."otherwise this girl may stick a broken bottle in your face, or you push her into the road and in front of an oncoming car." So I stopped fighting, but the girl continued to hit me, although her companion attempted to discourage her. Both girls were probably african-caribbean or mixed-race, and when I asked for help from a passing black man, he just smiled. After a time, however, I attracted the attention of people in a nearby pub, and, about this time, the girls ran off. The police were then called and took me to the local hospital : not allowed, but they didn't want me to have to wait too long for an ambulance.

At the Accident and Emergency Department, I met a woman whom I vaguely knew. She was a gardener by profession and had a foot infection (her reason for being at the hospital). However, she - a white european - had recently been held up at knife point at a local cash point by an asian man. I found talking to her therapeutic, and was somewhat recovered by the time I saw a doctor, also asian. He confirmed that my nose was broken, and indeed my face was a big mess by now. I eventually took a taxi home, contacted a neighbour, who hailed from the Caribbean, and who was most supportive during my recovery. This recovery was surprisingly rapid, and once my nose was repaired, left me psychologically undamaged but, perhaps, spiritually wiser.

Since the time of my "attack", I have reflected quite alot on the subject of troll energy. In its negative form, this can take the shape of physical (and verbal) violence to people and property. However, although these "outbreaks" can, in various degrees, be shocking to experience - ie minor to major shock depending upon the circumstances - the "aftershock" soon disappears provided appropriate lessons have been learnt. These lessons generally concern the use of power by the victim of the attack, and her (I am speaking personally) understanding of the circumstances surrounding the attacker(s). However, this is not necessarily the end of the story, so I will take the subject up again at another time. It is also important to recognise the positive aspects of troll energy, which can include : teaching us who are friends really are; spontaneous generosity and helpfulness from strangers, and good advice from such people....