I had a vision the other day, and just now understood the important part.
I'd Noticed the faerie wood at the back of a Cul-De-Sac neighborhood cut into the forests I grew up in while I was looking for a place to turn the car around.
The folken there acted startled, and even asked what I Was. I told them, and they seemed a bit surprised.
I think they'd never seen a human shaman before, just the people who live in the Boxes. To Them, -I- was the mythical creature.