Fairy Cross found in Brasstown, NC
Mountain Bred: The Fairy Crosses – Brasstown written by John Parris
Even the Fairies in the Great Smokies wept when Christ died. And the tears they spilled turned to stone and formed tiny crosses-symbols of the Crucifixion. That is the story old Indians tell.
For the skeptical, the Cherokee will show you the tiny crosses to prove the story they tell-a story that has been handed down through almost 2,000 years of telling. No human hand carved these crosses, which lie scattered upon the earth near here. And nowhere else in all the Cherokee land will you find them except at this one spot in the Clay County hills.
I first heard the story of the fairy crosses many years ago, but it was only recently that I went searching for the spot where the strange miracle occurred.
A friend of mine, Lynn Gault, led me to the spot and I have a hundred or more of the tiny crosses which I picked up to prove they do exist. But unless you know what you are seeking you probably would never notice them, for they are the color of the earth and at first glance look like so many pebbles. The little crosses only become significant when the story about them is told.
And the story the Cherokee tell is a story that rightfully belongs in the treasury of world folklore and myth and legend.
“My people,” said Arsene Thompson, “have told the story through the ages about the crosses. It is a beautiful story.”
Arsene is a Cherokee Indian preacher who plays the role of Elias Boudinot, the Indian missionary, in the Cherokee Indian drama, “Unto These Hills.”
“Yes,” said Arsene, “it is a strange story. And this is what the old men told me when I was a boy. When the world was young there lived in these mountains a race of little people. They were spirit people. Like the fairies you read about. Now, one day when these little people had gathered to dance and sing around a pool deep in the woods a spirit messenger arrived from a strange city far, far away in the Land of the Dawn. But soon the dancing and singing stopped, for the messenger brought them sad tidings. The messenger told them Christ was dead. The little people were silent, then they were sad. And as they listened to the story of how Christ had died on the Cross, they wept and their tears fell upon the earth and turned into small stones. But the stones were neither round nor square. Each was in the form of a beautiful little cross. Hundreds of tears fell to earth and turned into tiny stone crosses, but the little people were so dazed and heartbroken they did not notice what was happening. So with the joy gone from their hearts, they wandered away into the forest to their homes. But around the spot where they had been dancing and singing, where they had stopped to shed their tears, the ground was covered with these symbols of the death of Christ.”
What happened to the little people? I asked. Are they still here in the mountains? Has anyone ever seen them?
“No one knows for sure what happened to them,” said Arsene. “I first heard the story when I was a boy and the old men of the tribe who told it to me said that after that day the little people were never seen again. But the old men said that on still nights you could hear them whispering along the river and that when there was a gentle breeze their sighs could be heard in the tall trees.”
I don’t remember where I first heard the legend of the fairy cross, but it seems like I was very young when someone told me about it. I’m thinking it might have been Pap. There was a gentleman along his oil route that collected Cherokee artifacts and one time he sent home a fairy cross with Pap for us kids.
One of the girls found the fairy cross in the photo at the place in Brasstown that Parris described. Although he states that’s the only area that fairy crosses can be found, I believe there is a place in Fannin County GA where the rocks are common too.
Ever found a fairy cross?
*Source: Mountain Bred: The Fairy Crosses – Brasstown written by John Parris