Tinker Bell and the Lost Boys

Dear Fairy Godmothers, Covens and Dyads of Fae and others who hold a Tinkerbell within, I resign as Tinker Bell who works for the Lost Boys.

I have held a Tinker Bell inside me for a lifetime, and often choose to associate with Lost Boys, however this has not served me or many of the Lost Boys well. These wanna-be Peter Pans live as if they are some kind of hero on a fictional island that is a place where time stands still, and the inhabitants, never age. They think life has not changed or that they have kept up with changes because they can use technology and manipulate others to have their own way.

Before I go on, I have no problem with being young at heart or using technology. Furthermore, my tendencies to Tinker are sincere. I have had a close relationship with the Fairy Godmother and know how to make what seems like magic to appear. Dishes get done and put away, counters and floors cleaned, laundry washed and folded and delicious meals and sweet treats are made available. I would be a liar if I did not say it gives me great pleasure to do what I do, tinkering to make life a little brighter, a little easier, a little more kind and generous. I work, pay bills, manage household chores and find time to socialize and enjoy hobbies and activities. Each of us does what we must to be part of a functioning world. However, physical and mental abuse is sometimes hard for we fairies to recognize. There is a point at which abuse can happen and is recognized and that is when it is essential to know that is not what we have signed up for.

Fae were said to have inhabited the spiritual realm before Earth. One of the original Tinker Bells, made famous through J.M.Barrie and Walt Disney, was thought to be very small and possibly thick, both mentally and physically. Some consider Tinker Bell to be a flash of light or a pygmy people, but over the years selective breeding has led to a new clan of fairies being more hobbit-size and there are even some giant fairies known to roam the Earth. The Fae come from “stardust” but so do humans, the difference is that the fae dependably try to mend and help develop nature whereas humans are not always so inclined.

For clarification, fairies are female and male. However, the Irish call males a gancanagh from gean cánach 'love talker'. Oh my, they are truly known for seducing women with their charm. The leprechauns and clurichauns, goblins, lutins, gnomes and many other are close relatives, some associate with the Lost Boys but usually, they are not interested.

The question you may ask is “What is it about the Lost Boys that makes them not interested?” I cannot answer for my male and female counterpart fairies, but in my opinion, the Lost Boys forget how to get where they belong, as a member of the world. They often become a hierarchical tyrannical ruler who creates their own invented fictional island where their selfish tendencies are favoured, often through aggression. The Lost Boys deflect problems, make excuses and even lie. They have little motivation for action other than getting some semblance of a feeling of what they recognize when they respect or see someone who is respected. They have a false sense of judgement of what is done well and is respectable.

Captain Hook has snagged many a Lost Boys’. The cell phone and social media is one of the lines and sinkers that Hook can use to keep a Lost Boy from finding his way. Lost Boys are easily addicted. The allure of the vagus nerve stimulation by the thumb movement on the keyboard of the phone makes them behave as if they are on some sort of mind altering chemical. They make excuses to have phone time, often running to the bathroom because of intestinal issues that are only relieved by sitting in privacy to catch up on who knows what. It can be sports, items on eBay or marketplace or chatting with friends about some drama of the day. The Lost Boys love drama. They feel like their lives have meaning because of drama. They love when they are heard and their imaginary world is believed.

I have spent most of my life believing that the Lost Boys may not be able to help who they are, or are not able to help themselves be who they want to be. I think that most of them cannot face the hurt that made them go to Neverland in the first place. They needed to escape from a world that was painful, and for that I feel bad for them. Many tell their own story and make a checklist of all the good they do while being oblivious to their shortcomings, and the hundreds of things we fairies or others do. They have lost their way to enjoy life and the pleasures of friends and family.

As a Tinkerbell one of my favorite repair jobs is to work with a Lost Boy who work to repair an inferiority complex that is deep seated. When they want to fix the hole in the bucket, that does not let the bucket ever fill up to overflowing, we can work together. Repairing the hole involves sanding down the abrasive bits, finding the correct glue and material to create a seal, then letting it cure long enough without stress. The results are incredible.

However, many a Lost Boy ignores protocol. They rip off repairs, making excuses and deflecting blame. Without alternative strategies, they revert to old habits and long for what they imagine they want without acting and believing that they have it. The hole in the bucket is never repaired and they get deeply immersed into Neverland, finding other Lost Boys. Sometimes they find various women with a Tinkerbell inside and get angry when they too, sooner or later resign.

I choose to carry my personal cross in assuming the role of Tinker Bell. I love when my smile flashes a dart of light that brightens a room. I love when my laughter delicately makes healing solfeggio bells ring. I love when, with a bit of elbow grease and determination, I can help someone get a job done, and even stealthily complete a task so that it will make the home glow and causes the heart of anyone who enters the home to glow. As Tinkerbell, there is an endless series of things to do. Truly, I am not complaining that it is work that I do not enjoy but the Lost Boys take my good nature for granted and abuse it.

Take for example my acceptance to do the laundry. The least a Lost Boy can do is use their towels more than once, and they could put their dirty clothes in a hamper and put away their own clean clothes. I find the Lost Boys are less problematic when they have two outfits, to have one for clean when the other is dirty.

Many Lost Boys believe they never grow old and hence never prepare for the inevitable fact that they do. They have no stamina nor ability to think of how to care for themselves, and are incapable of thinking of how to care for their loved ones after they die.

I have been known many a Lost Boy. I also can happily say that I have known many a Man, who has learned to heal and define love while protecting and guarding his inner child. They can create a wonderful world that allows fantasy but they do not become frozen in time or Neverland.

So, dear friends who hold a Tinker Bell inside, I resign from being Tinker Bell who works for Lost Boys, but I will work with those who know the Boy inside is never lost and has learned how to love.