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What they are saying about Jorell

Comments from children:

“I looked forward to Daddy reading it to us every night. I liked all of the story.”

Emilia McDonald 5 years

“Most exciting story I’ve read in ages. Very lively.”

Joe Jackson 8 years

Your book makes me believe in fairies. It is my favourite book that I've got and hope other people like it too. Also your book makes me feel happy, light as a feather and loving of my sister and my mum and dad. It makes my dad feel happy in heart. The book to my mum makes her feel she can do anything. The book makes my sister feel pretty. I would like you to write more of this book. I will pass it on to my children. Your book makes me think fairies are part of my family. Your book makes me feel like I can fly and I hope it makes other people feel they can do the same.

Coen Jennings-McKay 8years

Jorell is a wonderful story of a young boy called Tim who sees a fairy in the forest and tells his parents. His Dad gets angry and says he’s talking nonsense. It was very beautiful in a way that made you think twice about the possibilities in life. I love the descriptions as I could get a very clear picture in my head in every scene and of every fairy.

Cassandra King 12 years

Comments from adults:

Jorell is a feel good "Faery Tale" told from the perspective of a young boy named Tim. In it he makes a believer out of us all. The story gets us in touch with the earth and the magic of life as we may or may not know it. It transports us into a time of our own childhood when we believed in a lot of things we may not believe in as an adult.. The story has a great environmental message too which should be read to or by all children, adults and politicians. After all it is the responsibility of adults to teach children the value of saving the environment. This book is a great tool for that. And as we know, it is the children that will change our world for the better in the future...Along with the faeries of course. I don't know about the politicians!

Michelle Ball, Entrepreneur

I loved the book, I read it in one sitting and couldn't wait for my grand daughters to read it. Reading Jorrell took me on a magical journey! It transported me into the mind and body of a small boy who has a belief in the enchantment of a world that few adults remember or experience. I loved the tapestry woven into the story of not just magic but also protecting our environment. The book was wonderful and I would highly recommend it.

Diane McCann, Personal Development Coach & Trainer

When you combine the magical world of Fairies with important global environmental issues, amazing things can happen. Jorell, Andrew E. Wade’s first self-published children’s book, covers these two issues in a way to help young people understand. This book is for young school aged readers, the young at heart, environmental enthusiasts, and all those who want to emerge themselves into the magical world of fairies. For those who believe, and those who don’t, this book will sure warm your heart and pull you into their very special world.

Kate Roseler Student

Thank you so much for introducing me to Jorell......and so vividly transporting me into the realm of nature spirits with ease. I devoured the book in a couple of hours giggling, crying and belly laughing all out loud. My inner child is in ecstasy! Every school and library in the world should have this wonderful book in stock.

Raeline Brady Reiki Master and Essence Practitioner

For those who believe in fairies … and those who don’t
by Andrew E. Wade

© Andrew E. Wade 2006

©The estate of Andrew E. Wade 2012

All rights reserved. Apart from fair dealing for the purposes of study, research, criticism or review as permitted under the Copyright Act, no part of this book may be reproduced by any process without written permission from the publisher.

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First published 2006 Australian Booksellers Association


Second Edition Published 2008 By Life Magic

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Edition Published 2017 by Content X Design


ISBN 978-1-942005-30-8

National Library of Australia

Cataloguing-in-publication entry (for paperback edition):

Wade, Ewart Andrew, 1929-2012.

Jorell: for those who believe in fairies and those who don’t.

ISBN 09752485 1 0

1. Fairies – Fiction. I. Title


Cover art ©Tom Giffin 2006

Cover design by Content X Design, based on ideas by Tom Griffin


Jorell was published with the assistance of the Australian Booksellers Association. I wish to thank them and my editor, Ann M. Philpott, whose meticulous attention to detail saved me considerable embarrassment and led me to new paths of research. Thanks are due to The Wilderness Society; the Murwillumbah branch of the State Emergency Service; the NSW National Parks and Wildlife Service; and Paul Hopkins, co-ordinator of the Caldera Environment Centre in Murwillumbah, who helped me understand the complex issue of forest management. My thanks are extended to Sharon Brown of Wollumbin High School in Murwillumbah and Elaine Armstrong of Pottsville Primary School for their guidance. I also wish to thank Harvey Bennett of Live Oak, Florida, USA, whose personal search for fairies was the inspiration behind the character of Tim in this book, and Harvey’s parents, Patricia and Daniel, for their generosity and enthusiasm. I wish to give special thanks to Ch’kara Silverwolf, who introduced me to Jorell, with whom it all started.

To my wife, Rosemary, I extend my deepest thanks for encouraging me in my search for the truth about fairies. Without her support this book would never have been written.

I am grateful to Neale Donald Walsch, author of Conversations with God and his publisher, Hampton Roads Publishing Company, for permission to use information from chapter 18 of the third volume. In addition I wish to thank Thom Hartmann, whose book, The Last Hours of Sunlight, published by Random House, New York, was a valuable and inspiring reference source. Finally, I wish to pay tribute to Paul Hawken, whose book, The Magic of Findhorn (now out of print), told the full story of the extraordinary Findhorn community and courageously expressed the view that ‘Findhorn may be a manifestation of a light and power which could transform our planet within a lifetime’.

I am still humbled by the generosity of my wonderful friends who assisted me financially with the preparation and publishing of this book. Without them the manuscript would still be on a shelf somewhere. They are Anita Heiss, John Hopkins, Harry Baruhas, Patricia Mann, Alex Robinson, Ian and Leanne McDonald, Patricia Bennett, Raeline Brady, Caitanya Kuligowski, Diane and Robert Mathews, Robert L. Suggett, Ch’kara Silverwolf, Peter and Bonnie Joy, Magdi and Steve Grgurich, Ursula and Frank Noordhoorn, Jennie Fraine, Margo Bunt, Robert Hind, Michelle Ball, Marg Watson, Yvonne Brady, Roger Carr and Helen Wells, Nik and Julie Pritchard and Arthur Pike

-Andrew Wade

For Jonathan, Kate, Darcie and Emily

This book is dedicated to Eileen and Peter Caddy and Dorothy Maclean who co-founded the community of Findhorn in the north of Scotland. There, with the co- operation of the devas and nature spirits, on windswept sand dunes and gravel held together by couch grass, they created a garden. This became the focus of attention of the international community. Thousands have since come to view this extraordinary achievement - the inspiration for this book.

This book is also dedicated to Eileen ...

Nature spirits rarely choose to be visible to humans, and when they do, it’s for a special purpose.

Among other reasons, it can be to give to the person to whom they are appearing tangible proof of their existence, or it can be at a moment of high celebration about something that has been accomplished between the nature spirits and the humans involved.

From Behaving as if the God in all Life Mattered,

Copyright Machaelle Small Wright 1997

Reprinted with permission


Chapter One: A Friendship Begins

Chapter Two: Lady Faery’s Message

Chapter Three: Jorell Creates a Garden

Chapter Four: Tim Meets Lady Faery

Chapter Five: Plotting

Chapter Six: Tim Tells the Truth at School

Chapter Seven: Mrs Simons Asks Questions

Chapter Eight: George Seeks Revenge

Chapter Nine: Tim Loses His Nerve

Chapter Ten: The Class Comes on Side

Chapter Eleven: Sally Sees Jorell

Chapter Twelve: The Storm

Chapter Thirteen: A Change of Plans

Chapter Fourteen: A Breakthrough

Chapter Fifteen: Seeing Is Believing

Chapter Sixteen: Questions and Answers

Chapter Seventeen: Accident at the Mill

Chapter Eighteen: The Crisis

Chapter Nineteen: Lost

Chapter Twenty: The Cave

Chapter Twenty-One: The Rescue

Chapter Twenty-Two: Safe

Chapter Twenty-Three: A Change of Heart

Chapter Twenty-Four: New Beginnings

About The Author

About The Artist


A Friendship Begins

Tim was tall for his age, and strong. As he walked down the path towards the rainforest, his long blond hair hanging loosely about his shoulders, the eucalyptus leaves crunched under his feet. He walked slowly, his eyes darting first to one side then to the other looking for any sign of the fairies he knew were there. He never doubted their existence, even though in all of his eight years he had never seen a member of that other realm.

His Mum had read him lots of fairy stories from an early age. When he had discovered what he thought was a place in the garden where fairies might gather, his Mum had encouraged him to keep a look out for them, both in the garden and on his walks in the forest. He knew in his heart, though, that fairies only allowed you to see them when they knew you were ready.

As he walked, he sang a song he had made up himself.

Fairies, elves and forest folk

Show yourselves today

I know you’re there watching me

Oh, do come out to play!

And he was so absorbed in his singing and looking around that he didn’t see a hole in the path ahead. His right shoe went straight into it and Tim fell sideways with a cry.

‘Oww!’ he yelled, pulling his foot clear and leaning down to rub his ankle hard. ‘Oww!’ he cried again, this time not so loud. A small tear trickled down his cheek as he tried to rub away the pain when a tiny fairy, curious about the noise this human was making, alighted on a mushroom near his foot.

Her four delicate wings shimmered in the sunlight. She watched as the boy kept rubbing his foot vigorously. Humans are strange creatures, she thought.

Just then Tim stopped rubbing and looked up.

His eyes widened. ‘Far out!’ he said, letting go of his ankle and leaning forward to where the fairy was sitting.

The fairy thought the boy was looking at the mushroom she was sitting on and wasn’t sure what to do.

‘Are you real?’ Tim said.

The fairy nearly fell off the mushroom in surprise.

‘You can see me?’ she stammered.

Tim blinked several times. ‘Of course, I can see you. Are you a fairy?’ he asked slowly, his face only a little way from where she sat.

‘Yes, but…you’re not supposed to be able to. Humans can’t see us!’ the fairy said firmly.

‘Well...I...’ Tim tried to find the words to tell her how happy he was to see her, but all that came out was ‘I’ve never seen a fairy before’. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was even more beautiful than all the fairies he’d seen in books. She was tiny, only eight centimetres tall, and her body, which was a bright emerald green, had a smoky quality. It didn’t seem to be solid like his. Her eyes were small and he couldn’t see any eyelids or eyelashes. And shining from the place where her heart would be was a pulsating golden light. On her head was a leaf-like hat that had been pulled down around her head and over her ears.

‘So what do I look like?’ the fairy demanded, her voice a little shaky.

Tim described her as well as he could.

‘This is very puzzling,’ the fairy said with a sigh.

‘What’s your name?’ Tim asked.

‘Jorell,’ the fairy said.

‘Hello, Jorell. My name’s Tim.’

He also noticed that something very strange was happening. He was hearing the fairy’s voice clearly but her mouth wasn’t moving.

He watched her closely. Again her voice spoke to him but her mouth, a thin line across her face, didn’t move. ‘What’s the matter?’ Jorell’s voice said.

‘I can hear your voice as clear as anything, but your lips aren’t moving.’

‘Of course not, silly. I’m talking to your mind.’

Tim screwed up his face. Now he was really confused.

‘Look,’ Jorell said, ‘you try it. Don’t speak what you want to say. Just think it and I will know what it is.’

Tim started to say, ‘But—’ Then he thought, ‘This is stupid!’

‘It’s not stupid at all,’ Jorell said firmly.

‘But—’ he said aloud.

‘It’s simple,’ Jorell said. ‘We can talk to each other’s minds.’


‘It’s easy. I think of what I want to say to you and I send that thought from my mind straight to yours.’

‘You’re very beautiful,’ Tim said in his mind.

Jorell blushed, her green face tinged with emerald, and the thin line of her mouth became longer and curled upwards.

‘You’re the most beautiful fairy I’ve ever seen.’

‘Oh, but you said you hadn’t seen a fairy before.’

‘Gosh! This really works!’ said Tim, mind-talking. ‘I haven’t seen any fairies in real life, but I’ve seen lots of them in books. And none were as pretty as you. I can’t wait to tell my Mum about you.’ He paused. ‘Can I see you again?’

‘Yes. Call me and I’ll come.’

Just then Tim heard someone coming along the path. A voice called, ‘Tim!’

Tim turned his head quickly towards the voice and shouted back, ‘Over here, Dad!’ He turned back to talk to Jorell, but she was gone.


Lady Faery’s Message

Jorell had not really gone at all. She had stayed sitting on the mushroom, watching as Tim’s father picked him up and carried him away through the trees.

When Tim looked back, he couldn’t see her and he whispered, ‘Jorell, where have you gone?’

‘Silly Tim’, she mused. ‘I wonder why he couldn’t see me anymore?’ She decided to visit Lady Faery, the Queen of all the fairies. She would know the answer. Jorell always felt happy in Lady Faery’s presence — she was so warm and loving. Jorell closed her eyes and imagined Lady Faery. When she opened them, she was standing in a glade filled with lilly pilly trees, palm lilies, violets, cunjevoi, walking stick palms and midgen berries.

‘Hello, Jorell.’ Lady Faery’s soft voice caused Jorell to flip her wings and swing around. ‘I was feeling your presence and here you are.’

Jorell alighted on Lady Faery’s wand and marvelled, as she always did, at how beautiful Lady Faery looked.

‘Lady Faery, this morning a boy called Tim fell over in the bushes next to me and, to my surprise, when he looked up, he saw me. He talked to me too. And he received the messages I sent him. I send humans messages all the time but very few sense them and no human has ever seen me before or talked to me. It’s the first time anything like this has happened.’

Lady Faery smiled. ‘I’m so pleased for you, Jorell. That’s wonderful. And what a surprise! Many times I’ve reached out to children, but they are afraid to open their hearts to me. And even when they see me, they don’t speak of it to their friends for fear of being teased and told they are just making it up.’

‘Lady Faery,’ Jorell continued, ‘Tim’s Dad came along and Tim couldn’t see me anymore. Why would that be? I was still there.’

Lady Faery leaned forward. ‘He must have broken the spell. Humans have to be very quiet and still to see us. Tim must be a very special young man.’

‘Oh, yes, he is,’ Jorell said enthusiastically.

‘You must encourage him, Jorell.’

‘How do I do that?’

‘You will know, when the time comes.’

Jorell was quickly back in her patch of forest where she was soon tending the plants and the flowers. She had decided that it would be better if Tim came to her, but a few hours went past and there was no sign of him.

He was so interested in me this morning, she thought to herself. ‘I did think he would come back. Perhaps something has happened.’

Jorell, who had the power to be anywhere instantly, pictured Tim in her mind and just as quickly was seated right next to him on a log in the garden of his house, his head in his hands. A grey cloud swirled about his head.

Jorell dropped down to the grass where he would see her. Tim’s eyes were open and he was looking straight at her but he said nothing.

‘Tim!’ Jorell sent a strong thought message to him, but still he did not react.

‘Oh, dear. He is so sad. I can’t get through to him.’ Flying quickly above his head, she sprinkled fairy dust over him. The grey cloud disappeared and Tim suddenly sat up straight. ‘Funny’, he said to himself and shook his head. Jorell swooped down so that now she was right in front of him. This time Tim reacted.

He pulled a face. ‘Go away, Jorell. I don’t want to see you anymore!’ He leaned forward, resting his head on his hands.

Jorell took no notice of Tim’s rejection. She knew something had happened to make him like this. ‘What’s the matter, Tim?’ she asked.

Tim kept looking down at the ground. ‘Well, I told my Mum first that I’d seen a fairy, and she was really pleased and asked if I thought I would see you again. But when I told my Dad, he got angry. It wasn’t like him at all. He told me there were no fairies. He said it was nonsense.’ A small tear trickled down Tim’s cheek. ‘I’ve always told him the truth, Jorell. I don’t understand why he got so mad.’

Tim kicked the dirt. ‘I wish my Dad would believe me,’ he said sadly.

Jorell was silent for a minute. This wasn’t good at all. What could she do?

‘Tim—’ Jorell said firmly, but Tim continued to look at the ground.

‘Tim, please look at me!’

Tim slowly looked up to where Jorell was floating in front of him.

‘Now, do you see me or don’t you?’

‘I see you.’

‘Do you think you are imagining me?’

‘Of course not!’

Jorell did a backflip, shot high in the air, did a couple of aerial somersaults, then swooped down to the ground screaming with delight before landing on the log next to Tim.

‘Oh, wow!’ Tim exclaimed. ‘I wish I could do that.’

‘I think better when I’m having fun,’ Jorell said. ‘I have an idea. Listen carefully!’


Jorell Creates a Garden

Tim lay on the grass, leaning on his hand. Jorell, sitting on the grass nearby, spoke intently for the next few minutes. When she had finished, Tim sat up straight and crossed his legs.

‘That’s real cool, Jorell. Dad might get mad, though!’

‘Yes, he might, But more likely he’ll be so interested he’ll ask you for your secret.’

‘I can’t wait to see Dad’s face.’

‘Neither can I.’ And with that Jorell streaked up in the air yelling, ‘Wheeee!’ She spun around a few times and dropped back down to alight on Tim’s shoe.

Tim breathed, ‘Wow! That’s so cool, Jorell. I can’t get over how you do that.’

Jorell chuckled. It was fun being with Tim. ‘I’ll show you lots more things I can do later. But tonight you must do what I tell you. I’ll go and ask all my friends for help.’ The figure of Jorell faded and she was gone.

That night Tim waited while his Dad ate his dinner. He seemed to be in a good mood, although Tim knew that he was having a difficult time at work. He remembered how happy his Dad had felt when he was offered the job of managing the timber mill. They were living in the city then and the move to the country had been wonderful. Tim loved living near the forest and the mountains. He loved the open spaces, the trees and the clean air. And he noticed how much happier his Mum and Dad were. He sometimes went to the mill to watch the trees being cut by the huge saws. But now protesters were attempting to shut the mill down and Tim knew that his Dad was worried about the situation. He waited until his Dad had drunk a cup of tea before he asked his question.


‘Yes, Tim.’

‘Is it okay if I dig a vegetable patch next to yours?’

‘I didn’t know you were keen on gardening, Tim.’

‘I just wanted to see if I could grow a few things.’

‘I’m not sure if that’s a good idea. You know how badly my veggies are doing.’

Tim didn’t want to tell his Dad the real reason. Jorell had told him that she and her friends would help him grow vegetables quickly, and he believed they could. He so wanted his Dad to believe in fairies and this was a way to convince him.

‘Yes, I know, Dad, but maybe I can do better!’

Ross Simons smiled. He didn’t want to dampen his son’s enthusiasm. Besides, he thought, it will give him something to do outside instead of watching TV. ‘Do you want me to help you dig up the ground?’ he asked.

Tim thought for a moment. He was pretty sure Jorell had said she could do that, so he decided to take a chance. ‘No, thanks, Dad. I’ll be fine.’

The next morning Tim went out into the garden and called Jorell. She appeared instantly and Tim told her what had happened, including the bit about not knowing what to say about digging up the ground.

‘Don’t worry, Tim, my friends are really excited about preparing the ground for you.’

When Tim climbed into bed that night, he found it hard to sleep. He couldn’t wait to plant the seeds and watch his vegetables grow. But what was even better was the thought of seeing his Dad’s face when they grew to be better than his Dad’s vegetables.

He knew nothing about the way fairies worked but he believed Jorell when she said that his vegetables would be very strong and healthy.

He wondered whether he should go to the window and wait for the fairies to come. It would be fun to see them working in the garden. He closed his eyes and pictured Jorell. She was so beautiful. With that thought he fell fast asleep.

Tim’s bedroom overlooked his Dad’s vegetable garden and the place where he would sow his seeds. When he awoke, the sun was streaming into his room. As he lay in bed he could see into the back garden and up to a rugged vertical rock jutting out of the nearby mountain range.

For a moment, looking at the mountains, Tim wondered what it would be like to fly up into the sky like Jorell, sit on one of the clouds and look down at their house. ‘What fun it would be to be a fairy,’ he thought. Then he jumped out of bed and looked out the window.

What he saw gave him such a start he cried out. There, next to his Dad’s vegetable plot, was a large, neatly dug patch of ground that was exactly the same size as his Dad’s plot, about half a metre wide and four metres long. Tim could hardly believe it. He had never expected it to happen so fast. How could he explain it to his parents? They wouldn’t believe he had done it all by himself, and it was no good telling them the fairies had done it. His Dad would get angry again. Even his Mum might tell him not to be silly.

He quickly dressed and went quietly out the back door and around the side of the house to the vegetable plot. He was about to call Jorell when she was suddenly floating in front of him. ‘So what do you think, Tim? Are you pleased?’

‘My Dad’s going to get so mad when I tell him the fairies made this garden. He’ll probably take away my pocket money for weeks.’

Tim’s reaction surprised Jorell. She thought he would be excited.

‘He’ll never believe I did it myself. He’ll think it’s some kind of trick,’ Tim added.

‘Do you want your Dad to believe, Tim?’

‘Yes, of course, but…’ Tim’s voice faded away. He dropped his head and stared at the ground.

Jorell thought for a moment. To persuade his father, Tim would have to be convincing when he spoke about fairies. ‘I’ll have to do something special,’ she thought.

Tim looked sad. ‘I don’t know what to do, Jorell.’

‘Well, I do. Now close your eyes.’


Tim Meets Lady Faery

Almost immediately Jorell said, ‘You can open them now.’

Tim opened his eyes and stared in disbelief. He was surrounded by hundreds of fairies in a vivid display of rainbow colours — fairies of all sizes, from small ones like Jorell to large fairies up to two metres tall; the smaller ones were darting about, leaping and hovering, then gently descending to the ground before shooting up into the air again. To Tim they were an extraordinary sight, and they were all smiling at him as if they knew something he didn’t. And they were having so much fun.

‘I told them you were coming,’ Jorell said.

Tim gasped as the fairies sprang into the air, whooping with joy and cheering. Some joined hands and, forming circles, flew around and around singing songs that Tim didn’t understand.

Tim watched in amazement. ‘Is this really happening?’ he thought. ‘Maybe I’m asleep and having a crazy dream.’

‘Tim, please sit here on the grass,’ Jorell said. ‘I want you to meet some of my friends.’ Tim sat down and began to take in his surroundings. They were in a clearing in a forest. He noticed that it was cooler and there was a musty smell. He stretched his neck back as far as he could. The trees soared hundreds of feet overhead and their interlocking leafy branches provided a protective canopy. Rays of sunlight filtered through to the forest floor.

‘Ahem.’ There was a coughing at Tim’s side and he turned quickly to see Jorell with another fairy, a delicate being thirty centimetres tall. She had a golden brown face and a bottle green body. The fairy’s nose and eyes were spaced wider apart than a human face giving her a permanent look of surprise. At her back were two wings, which looked almost too delicate to use.

‘Tim, this is Jerildi’, Jorell said.

‘Hello, Jerildi’, Tim spoke softly in the mind-talk that he now used all the time with Jorell. He wanted to ask Jerildi some questions but thought he might say the wrong thing.

‘Jerildi is a garden fairy,’ Jorell explained. ‘She was one of those who came last night and prepared your plot.’

Tim brightened. ‘Oh, thank you, Jerildi. That was cool!’

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