tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20197246934876700162024-03-13T04:06:18.046-07:00The Big StudyThe Professorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07811807639219365621noreply@blogger.comBlogger551125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019724693487670016.post-71053392214839245942020-07-30T11:04:00.000-07:002020-07-30T11:04:08.717-07:00SUMMA FAERYOLOGICA, part eleven<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>The big question that is still sitting there is the one that's almost untouchable: IS there another reality alongside? Do we have any direct evidence? Is there ANYTHING that I can say without sounding like a complete lunatic? </b><br />
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<b>About 2 weeks ago, I thought that there wasn't much to say. But after a long meditation, maybe there is. For better or worse, let's begin by asking a few questions.</b><br />
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<b>If there is a world alongside, can we see into it? If we were inside, could we see out? If there is a world alongside, can we walk into it? Can we walk around inside it? Does light work there? Does Gravity? Would we feel generally normal? All of that sounds goofy to be asking, but is it really? We might just have enough hints on some of this stuff</b><b> after all</b><b>. </b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Diarmuid MacManus & The Stray Sod.</span></b><br />
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<font size="3"><b><span><span>Our hero (MacManus) comes through again. The first case was from MacManus' minister. He had a visitation to make and set off walking to the place. The walk was able to be shortened quite a bit by crossing a very large field. Though big, it was open and you could see the two large trees near the middle and the rough path leading to the distant exit stile far away. The priest opened the entry gate and started crossing the field as he had done dozens of times before. But when he reached the far side, there was no stile, no path, no cleared area which would allow him to even climb out. <br /><br />Completely puzzled, he did the obvious: searching all along the hedged area for the missing stile and open patch. Nothing. As he went on he ultimately circumnavigated the entire area: no stile but also no original entry gate either. No matter where he arrived, there was the same impenetrable wall of thick plant staring back at him. He had, as the Irish say, stepped upon the Stray Sod and was trapped within its trickery. An hour or more later, he came to the spot where the exit stile should have been, and there it was. <br /><br /></span></span></b><b><span><span>What should we take from this? Although the field was familiar, and the entry was normal, certain pieces of the area, (</span></span></b></font><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><font size="3">the initial entry gate, the joining patch, and the exit stile) were gone. One's best hypothesis would be that this was imitative of the real field in the normal world, but NOT the real field. It could be walked into, but not walked out of until something changed to allow that. The priest also said that when he initially came to the spot where the exit stile should have been and found it changed, he heard a chuckling as if someone far off were laughing at him. <br /><br />MacManus' second case was that of a young woman who was a housekeeper at a great house but was going to take the</font> <font size="3">long walk back to her family in a nearby village. In order to get to that village</font>, <font size="3">she had to cross over the hill called Lis Ard Fort, known as a "fairy fort" by the locals. She did that, and stood at the summit a while enjoying the view outward towards her own village in the distance. Down the hill she danced until she came to a ditch at the bottom. She headed for a gap in the ditch, but when she arrived she blanked a second and was walking in the precise opposite way. She composed herself and turned and walked to the gap. The same thing happened again. It kept happening. Frightened now, she searched along the ditch, always coming up against some "barrier" which refused to let her pass. This happened for hours. She began feeling a sense of hostility radiating toward her from the Fairy Fort. <br /><br />Feeling hopeless, hours went by. People from the village got concerned and sent out parties. She saw the lanterns coming. She was standing shouting waving, but they showed no sign of seeing her, even though they passed within twenty yards. Finally hours more gone by, she realized that the barrier was gone, and scrambled quickly out and went to her village and family. This case is almost identical to the first with one added piece of information. She could walk in and ultimately walk out. Light, gravity, and other forces seemed to be normal. Time passed normally. The area was as she knew it. The "addition" to reality was the barrier; and the addition to our understanding was that she could see out of the Stray Sod though others could not see in. <br /><br />MacManus' third case was one in which a man left a party at one house of an estate to go across a large field to another house for the evening. It was past midnight, and the walk began as usual, but very quickly the entirety of the environment changed. He was immediately aware that he was no longer in the familiar field. He as a good Irishman suspected fairy involvement, so he employed the old legend idea of turning his coat inside out. It didn't work. Nothing changed and he couldn't find any sign of a way out. He walked around and worried himself into a nervous sweat. Finally hours later, a glimpse of a way out occurred, and he hurried on. The opening was in the direction of the first house, so he took the opportunity and straggled back there, showing up at the door "in a state." <br /><br />Again, walk in, walk around, environment changed but not changing the way things like light and gravity work. Could not see out until the very last moment. Time operated normally. This one seemed clearly like a separate Stray Sod bubble out of touch with the normal world. None of MacManus' three cases were of very large places-alongside, even though the priest's field was a very large multi-acre area. <br /><br />So, MacManus, as usual, helps. What else do we have? <br /><br />We have Ron Quinn's three cases for starters. In two of those cases the witnesses were presented with mists, small islands and bridges to get there. In both of those cases they walked across the bridges out of curiosity and voluntarily. The island acreages were similar to the fields in the Irish cases, but within both islands the witnesses saw faery folk (with whom they did not interact.) The witnesses could also see our normal world from the fairy island shore. Light, gravity, and the forces seemed normal. Time passage was also normal. The third case was an entry (again entered voluntarily in the sense of accidental) but this experience included significant change of visual atmosphere once crossing over. The crossing was into a similar physical environment (mountainous) but distinct from the normal. The main addition to our understanding here was that this environment alongside was a very great terrain --- no small field nor island. <br /><br />In the fairy census there is a good narrative about a hiker pushing aside some forest bushes and noticing a different type of forested area beyond, which was explored for some time, and found very large just as a mountain area should be. Again no time rate issues. <br /><br />The Trickster phenomenon indicates that transaction of objects out of our normal space to another may even be common. The few faery-world witness cases seem to show that these thousands of small object translocations do not have to disappear into tiny cubbyholes of almost dislocated spacetime, but might have a whole other world into which they migrate. But this is, without need to say it, pretty speculative without more cases of witnesses "going" into there, walking about, and coming back to tell us about it. <br /><br />There are a fair number of encounters wherein the experience is of a house or even a village out of place which, later, cannot be re-found. I have a list of maybe two or three dozen of these. I'm tired though ... and I don't feel like making ANOTHER lengthy study of a separately defined anomaly, and so, as I know that you know these things already, I'll just leave it as a claim: there are lots of reports of things like cottages et al (even visited inside) which later can not be documented as existing. <br /><br />But, I am going to revisit one special case ... Helen Lane. <br /><br /><br /></font><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZK1hhJu2GwHSosTkQFUX9eGRLivM4noixZz28_R8iUHFrZ96-mgm82uuR4Tu-tU_TiOm6Y0D6vNNr2V6MjEPgG28aX0DiVDux3V1xyBCEoJ6poksYHXzaemxJSW-8y9P8TcdWOtXDIa7m/s1600/helen.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1095" height="625" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZK1hhJu2GwHSosTkQFUX9eGRLivM4noixZz28_R8iUHFrZ96-mgm82uuR4Tu-tU_TiOm6Y0D6vNNr2V6MjEPgG28aX0DiVDux3V1xyBCEoJ6poksYHXzaemxJSW-8y9P8TcdWOtXDIa7m/w429-h625/helen.jpg" width="429" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><font size="3">I'm going to repeat my telling of this encounter because it is not only inexplicable but the mere fact that it happened threatens to discombobulate almost any model of reality one chooses to lean upon. <br /><br />I have several brothers. All of them are great fellows, and all of them are somewhat different. One of them is "grounded" in the real world of work, teaching, service, hammers-and-nails, small town orientation, etc. more so than most people I know. He is not a fool, and is not to be fooled. He goes very slowly to conclusions outside of the normal. His wife enjoys the thought of the unusual much more than he, but she is also an intelligent, substantive woman. I know them very well. There is certainty that the incident that they recounted to me was exactly as they experienced it, to their honest perceptions. </font><br /><br /><font size="3">It was July 1998. My sister-in-law's grandmother was dying and she, my brother, her mother, and other family members had gone to the old home area to be with her in the last days. People were spread out, residing with other extended family members et al, some quite a few miles apart. My brother and sister-in-law got a call saying that the time was probably near, and late in the evening (c.11pm) began driving to pick up her mother at another location and then drive to the nursing home. My brother was driving. The trip to the mother's temporary residence was through a relatively non-built-up stretch but which contained suburban structures at intervals and was normally quite well traveled, even at night. (My sister-in-law grew up in this exact area.) <br /><br />This night there were no cars at all. Out ahead, alongside the road, they could see someone walking dressed in white. As they passed, in a hurry to pick-up the mother to get to the grandmother's location, they saw that this was an older woman in a white nightgown. As they proceeded on down the road, they had a wave of guilt as they felt that this was almost surely an old lady, probably with Alzheimer's, who needed help. They picked up the mother and a cousin and retraced their drive down the still empty road. Up ahead again was the old lady. This time they slowed, asked a question, and the "simple" reply indicated that they must take the woman in and try to help her. Her comment to them was: "Oh God bless you. I am trying to get home". She sat in the rear of the car between the mother and the cousin, and was generally "normal", saying that her name was "Helen Lane" and giving an address and phone number. <br /><br />My sister-in-law's family had originally lived in this area [some still did] and they knew enough about the place to find the street address. That did not work out due to there being no numbers on any of the houses, and not wanting to wake up the entirely unlighted neighborhood by trial-and-error. They drove instead to a fire station that the family knew was active at all hours. Still no traffic. The fire station was brightly lit as expected. They knocked at the door--nothing. They circled the building looking in windows and knocking--nothing. This was a major establishment as it served, among other locations, a wealthy area of town. But, feeling a little creepy now, they drove on, for up ahead was a police station that the family knew well. [by the way, they had also somewhere in this sequence tried the phone number and only gotten an irate individual who said he'd never heard of Helen Lane and that they'd woken him up]. <br /><br />The police station that they headed for was run, as Chief of Police, by another of their cousins. They didn't expect him to be there at midnight, of course, but they had confidence that the station would handle the old lady and her problems. [she had said a few "childish" things by now which convinced everyone that they were dealing with Alzheimer's]. The police station was there, as it should be, but still with no traffic. It was brightly lit but showing no activity. Through the large front windows, one person could be seen. Greatly relieved, my sister-in-law took Helen Lane up the steps while my brother watched closely. Within there was only this one person. She was a middle-aged woman dressed in civilian clothes. There were no policemen to be seen anywhere. When they came through the door, the woman said "Hello Helen." My sister-in-law told the story, in brief, and the woman said "We know Helen. We'll get her back home". Taking some information on paper, she said not to worry about anything, it would all be taken care of. <br /><br />As I said, my sister-in-law was familiar with this station. It was far too empty. No dispatcher, no desk sergeant, no policemen of any kind. It just felt wrong---but who knows? They let it go and went back to their car and on to the nursing home where the grandmother had just died. The next morning, both my brother and sister-in-law wanted to lay this to rest. They called on the police station and asked. The Chief, their cousin, was in a position to find out. He told them the following: 1). the station had no record of their visit, nor any particulars; 2). there was no record of the existence of any person named "Helen Lane", as far as their files were concerned; 3). the station should have been busy and active with several uniformed officers on duty; 4). no such person as described as being behind the desk has anything to do with the station, nor does anyone know of such an individual being in the station. </font><br /><br /><font size="3">What are we to make of this? Some people would like to say that this is "just" another instance of the "Phantom Hitchhiker" phenomenon. Well, if it makes anyone feel better to give it a name, then God bless you, but that's hardly very helpful. This case seems to be telling me that my relatives "slipped into" an alternate reality for an hour or so, wherein the circumstances were very close but not identical to our "real world". I have to believe that the details as stated happened--multiple witnesses, including some that I'd trust with my life. If they did, then it SEEMS that they were driving about in a world which was in imitation of ours but not quite identical. As my brother said: "we know the woman in the police station didn't exist." Well, what DID exist? What-the-heck went on here? This experience hardly stands alone. The illustration above is meant to picture a roadway encounter in the early 20th century, where after a brief interaction, the man dressed in olde-time clothing just vanished before the witness' eyes. In the UFO literature, cases of this "same-but-not-same" environment crop up now and again. And the mysterious "empty" road is common. I have no good "model" for this reality. I find it difficult to incorporate these displacements or slippages into a coherent way of thinking about anomalies. And there seems to be more than random accident here; more like an "intention". My brother said: "I think it was a test." Maybe, Bro, maybe</font>.<br /><br /><font size="3">This event, which I heard about from my family long before any study of Faery and Stray Sod, seems incredibly useful to me in understanding some bits of our current inquiries. My family members seamlessly drove into a reality of which they recognized nearly every aspect. Other than the emptiness of the usually busy road, everything was so much as it should be that there was no thought of something strange going on. Light worked; Gravity worked; the car engine worked; everything still worked. BUT it still was not our reality. Somehow a near perfect matching of familiar reality was in place, but my family and their car were not in our space. Their experience doesn't seem much like being in Faery, but if "someone" wanted it to be, then ... how much more would they really need to add? (By the way, the rate of Time seemed normal here too.) <br /><br />I know that you cannot buy the Helen Lane mystery with the assurance that I can. Maybe the MacManus and Quinn and Fairy Census and all the other displacement tales can fill in that credibility gap. I hope so. Because for me, the Helen Lane event broke the barriers of stubborn skepticism. Also, it about exhausts what I can usefully say to you about all this "other dimensional" stuff. I could utter pseudo-scientific vagueness about the Quantum Front of the Universe-to-come surging into the Uncollapsed Sea-of-Indeterminism (Ouch!) and the possibility of more or less Likely universes being "crystallized" (our own but also slightly less endowed realities) or twin universes with variable particle spins, which only become interactive via exotic force situations in boundary interfaces, or Block theories of Time and re-running of fixed matter relationships a la filmstrips, etc etc until we all went completely insane or at least went out for a drink.<br /> <br />But I'm not falling for that. The truth, if ever we find it, resides in only one area: The Case Reports, The Actual Experiences of Real People. Never drift too far from that. Anyone can dream up neat sounding BS.<br /></font></span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_FVyVNKDyd7DFIwVuaoLewEhOIROveql6muc9hRsAUytLMl0zcb2U3hnr6PM1Nw_J90NhUWBy94jZfPvwb5uOrbDbyMnaW84WWVhkd8TcA5WzFOWFt9vTnkHDKxTD2Qb5SqutrBgySzvD/s640/ufol1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="494" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_FVyVNKDyd7DFIwVuaoLewEhOIROveql6muc9hRsAUytLMl0zcb2U3hnr6PM1Nw_J90NhUWBy94jZfPvwb5uOrbDbyMnaW84WWVhkd8TcA5WzFOWFt9vTnkHDKxTD2Qb5SqutrBgySzvD/w309-h400/ufol1.jpg" width="309" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><font size="3">I have been blessed with just the happy amount of great anomalistic experiences. A good UFO close encounter (which is irrelevant here since advanced aero-tech is part of normal universal behavior), a great Trickster (my watch) translocation, and Helen Lane (plus poltergeists et al) from my family. Helen Lane and the translocation(s) pretty much end discussion for me regarding the existence of another space-time. The translocations and the Trickster pretty much end discussion for me that at least some of these experiences are "intentional" and not by us. <br /><br /></font><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh67ioIfXEIucIz0jjAhkG4Nl6B93DEV4FeJxUq7VK7lMZPeIbFVOhvevxTPNP7zWo5H16nlqNsVN31VC-0FwUocP7UwFW9Y4nMcWr6P94LR4YqbeZkXszifJFzdcn_2AQ2HyuqDjVD72iQ/s834/_Trickster___KOOZA__by_BlueBunnyDoll.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="834" data-original-width="617" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh67ioIfXEIucIz0jjAhkG4Nl6B93DEV4FeJxUq7VK7lMZPeIbFVOhvevxTPNP7zWo5H16nlqNsVN31VC-0FwUocP7UwFW9Y4nMcWr6P94LR4YqbeZkXszifJFzdcn_2AQ2HyuqDjVD72iQ/w296-h400/_Trickster___KOOZA__by_BlueBunnyDoll.png" width="296" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_FVyVNKDyd7DFIwVuaoLewEhOIROveql6muc9hRsAUytLMl0zcb2U3hnr6PM1Nw_J90NhUWBy94jZfPvwb5uOrbDbyMnaW84WWVhkd8TcA5WzFOWFt9vTnkHDKxTD2Qb5SqutrBgySzvD/s640/ufol1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><font color="rgb(0, 0, 0)"><font size="3">NAUGHTY?</font></font></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5joK6mH8VVQ4o4imviFQsRG4zLA-Dwk1tFctf5ORJ5YbP7x04Xc2N_GqrSFOW0idxhzsHDKjLxnAp6pPhHzETSh30e8P_AItlTZ53mW5E0i0XIrxas13nLhz44N50UA4W5Uejz1mLspJk/s400/_Trickster___KOOZA__by_BlueBunnyDoll.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="296" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5joK6mH8VVQ4o4imviFQsRG4zLA-Dwk1tFctf5ORJ5YbP7x04Xc2N_GqrSFOW0idxhzsHDKjLxnAp6pPhHzETSh30e8P_AItlTZ53mW5E0i0XIrxas13nLhz44N50UA4W5Uejz1mLspJk/w296-h400/_Trickster___KOOZA__by_BlueBunnyDoll.jpg" width="296" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><font size="3">or NICE?</font><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5joK6mH8VVQ4o4imviFQsRG4zLA-Dwk1tFctf5ORJ5YbP7x04Xc2N_GqrSFOW0idxhzsHDKjLxnAp6pPhHzETSh30e8P_AItlTZ53mW5E0i0XIrxas13nLhz44N50UA4W5Uejz1mLspJk/s400/_Trickster___KOOZA__by_BlueBunnyDoll.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><font size="3">I think that I'm done now. Maybe for a long time. Whether anything more gets published in this blog is unknown to me, as other work (a review chapter on CE2 electromagnetic effects, plus a possible piece for Simon Young, plus a book maybe) encroaches, which work has been long put off. If anyone has a particular request, and I think that i have anything worth saying, maybe that will move me to resuscitate this enterprise again. <br /><br />As I leave, you might be interested in one of the wilder "World Alongside" claims published and updated earlier on this blog. Way back in 2009 I did an entry called The Man Who Found a Door in the World --- it was from a letter and packet of geological information sent to Dr. Hynek. Later in 2015, I received a little more information on the case and published a second blog entry titled Are There Doors in the World? It at the very least is fun. "Search it" on the blog and have a good read. <br /><br />Blessings to all of you, and stay close to the "data" (the reports) on your quests --- they will inoculate you against the tiny minded reductionists whose words blow hot against the Soul. As to that: someone told me once that my name could be scrambled to become Charles Wisdom. I thought that was pretty inappropriate and over-inflated (picture pun on this shortly). So I tried one for myself. My spelling wasn't as good but I got Wilde Shamrocs. For this time-displaced Irish Catholic Boy, that felt just about right. The two persona then had a conversation with our cousin, the West Virginian philosopher, Mountain William. <br /><br />CW: My dear WS, don't you think that you're a bit rough on the academics? <br />WS: Perhaps, some of them are OK. But others .... <br />MW: Seems to me that most of them are like fancy cars with four flat tires. <br />WS: Yeh. 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<b>OK, folks, I need a little more "tolerance" than usual this day. Throughout the past 50 entries, the contents of this topic have seemed to push towards the concept of a "World Alongside" or some sort of parallel reality which our reality has brushes with. It would of course be "nice" if there was any evidence that any such thing could make any sense. Theoretical physics has BS'd quite a lot about that sort of thing, and frankly for me their ideas have been utterly unhelpful .. and as far as I can tell unhelpful to them as well. The only thing we can take from the theorists is that considering such thoughts shouldn't be considered a form of insanity. </b><br />
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<b>Since the "professionals" don't give us much help, what's left? Hmmm... how about empirical facts? THAT might even be considered "scientific"? </b><br />
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<b>What facts do we have? (The last 50 posts include quite a few; I have however positive proof that something like this is true.) "Once upon a Time" ..... </b><br />
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<b>There was a fellow who had a simple habit, which actually wasn't a terrible thing, and though he did it every day, he probably wasn't really Obsessive-Compulsive. He had this open place on his sink top which was a really good spot to empty his pockets at the end of a day. He always had the same stuff (wallet, watch, keys, Cursillo cross, coins) which he could leave there until re-stuffing pockets the next morning. </b><br />
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<b>One morning he woke up, got his act together, and began to stuff pockets. Whoops! No watch! Where the heck was it? Well here we go --- search the whole sink top. Search the drawers. Search all yesterday's clothes. Multiple times. Search the floor. etc etc. There had been a Doctor's appointment, a lie-down-in-the-grass, a car ride from a friend. It was "obvious", it had just fallen out and gotten lost. </b><br />
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<b>The next morning --- no watch again. What a pain! Let's search it all again. This time the whole wardrobe --- maybe it was a different pair of pants a different shirt. Search the whole sink top again. Nothing nothing nothing. Ugh. Go about the day. </b><br />
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<b>Next morning ... well, hell. Search again. Heart not in it as much this time. No watch. What a pain in the butt.</b><br />
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<b>Fourth day. Going without a watch was getting inconvenient. </b><br />
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<b>Fifth day. Well, there needs to be a decision. Without a watch for five work days.</b><br />
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<b>Made the commitment. Bought the new watch. A simple pocket watch. It'll work.</b><br />
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<b>Next morning. Two watches --- the new and the old. COME ON!!!!! Somewhere in reality someone was laughing really loud (even though I couldn't hear it. --- and yeh, the guy was me if you didn't already know.) </b><br />
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<b>This Trickster event went exactly as I have related it (though not with the "drama" caused by shrinking a week into a few sentences.) I'm uncomfortable placing this experience in front of you. Why? It's really TOO good isn't it? No paranormal event should be this clearly strange. I'm no magnet for weird experiences (other than my UFO sighting, there haven't been many), but this Trickster event occurred exactly as I've described. I don't try to ask "Why me?' but I have to say that this little experience proved to me that there is in fact some "other place." </b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">So, I "know" that things do vanish and reappear. And I have extra reasons to be certain of that, as one of my best friends had a story similar to mine, and one of my sisters is victimized by this phenomenon of the disappearing and returning object often. If you haven't been so blessed, then you can gain confidence by going to one of the internet sites where people tell their tales. Normally I wouldn't put a lot of stock in that, but the numbers of such tales are just about uncountable. Even though I reject 95% of these (I've read several hundred now), there are plenty which seem responsibly reported and not at all told by foolish wannabees. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">This phenomenon tells me a few things. Physical objects from this reality can move somewhere else. They don't just become invisible. They aren't "there" at all. I ran my hand through that disappear/appear spot a dozen times --- there was no mass there. This thing (the watch) was gone. Gone where? The mass, the essential quality of matter, left that location and, since it later came back, had persisted in its existence until it returned from "there" back home. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">So there is a "There." What is it? That question is still too big. Let's look a little longer at smaller matters. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Small things can go somewhere. Is that a mere cubbyhole in the Universe, or is it something more substantive? Creeping up on that question, we could ask if anything of substantial size ever seems to disappear or mysteriously appear and preferentially both. And ... I'll bet that you have an opinion about that already. But to try to substantiate that bigger claim, I went looking for those larger scale displacements in space. And we can find them. I'm going to toss out a bunch of listings next. Just have the fun of running down through the claims. The list is one I put together from the Paranormal Database (of the UK and Ireland) site.</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">All of those things are potential candidates for things coming or going to "another place." They are also indicators that such an other place would be of significant size. They indicate in fact that this other space is voluminous enough to swallow cars, buildings, roads, maybe even forests and valleys and mountains. ... maybe even what the Old Irish folks called The Stray Sod. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">I tried to do due diligence and comb my own files and the Leprecat for other such anomalies. I wasn't surprised to find a fair number of them. Carl Jung had his own incident. So did Ivan Sanderson. Fellow ufologist Peter Rojcewicz had his case. Diarmuid MacManus investigated three good ones. Ron Quinn told two cases. FATE magazine had four pretty good ones. I stopped logging these at about 80. ... I think that there is enough here to entertain the thought that such a large place might well exist "somewhere." Is it a World Alongside? </span></span></b><br />
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<b>Can I add anything to this without the speculations getting embarrassingly far from any data at all? SUMMA FAERYOLOGICA, indeed. Like a minor St. Thomas (very minor) I'm coming down to the gritty core of this, and am faced with the inevitability that I can't get much further. </b><br />
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<b>I don't want to cut this off today, but I can't think what else to write. It has a feel that there is a little more in these reports though. I'm going off into a Cave for a bit and see if there is anything else to share with you without wasting your time. Till then .... </b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">There are surely plenty of reasons to see the issues surrounding "Wildmen" as analogous to those involved with the water cryptids. So, maybe, "Bunk", misinterpretation, biology, and faery are the categories of choice.</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Well, you know my view of the "bunk theory" BS. There is no way that the vast numbers of reports on this subject by all manner of witnesses can be hoaxers or con artists or fish story tellers. So, to hell with that category and on to the others. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Misinterpretations? Sure. Some incidents could be people not realizing how big some rare humans are, and encountering them just at the wrong moment and the wrong environment. And that's saying nothing about the more likely brush with an adult bear. But many interactions are way too close for this.</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">A more serious alternative hypothesis would involve the genetic abnormalities causing extreme hair growth. If you put this sort of gene into a very tall person, and have that person banned from society after his condition manifested. Like the famous "boys raised by wolves", such a (admittedly rare) combination would make a VERY good Wildman of the Mountains.</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"> It seems just possible that such a situation could lead to a cultural legend. Thinking WAY outside the box, if the genetic issue was dominant genetically, and not an early killer, a small tribe of hyper hairy humans could multiply. Other genetic clustering has been known to occur</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">(ex. the large numbers of albinos in a native Panamanian culture in the Darien Province.) </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">But this scenario shouldn't also selectively produce giganticism, so we really should look elsewhere. Because of the numbers and the quality of at least some of the reports, the core alternative theories should reduce to "Bio" vs "Paranormal." </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">He covered all the classic evidence (such as the Shipton Yeti print above.) He mapped everything he could. He theorized on the "standard" shapes and structures of the dozens of reports that he had in his files. He chased The Minnesota Iceman hoax all around the country hoping that it was a true carcass. (That's what Ivan is staring at in the picture two up.) Until Grover Krantz showed up, Ivan was about as scientific about this possibility of these critters being biological as anyone in the world. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"> When I began to get a little serious about looking at ABSM mysteries, Grover Krantz, PhD anthropologist from Washington State University was really getting rolling in terms of analyses of west coast cases. I sat enthralled by his approach (and fired off a few photos like the above when I thought it wouldn't bother anyone listening.) He was offering a rational hypothesis which involved mapping human populations and bigfoot hotspots, structural analysis of certain footprints which showed (he said) things that a footprint hoaxer would not know, and (as he is holding up above) a reconstructed skull of the extinct anthropoid Gigantopithecus, a possible biological candidate for Sasquatch. Krantz' complexity had so many angles going for it, that I took a long step back from my skeptical first impression, and said to myself: this just maybe could be true. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">The first parts of my own forays looked promising. There were plenty of PNW Native American references to such a creature, and some could easily be interpreted as biological.</span></span></b><br />
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<b>I would have had a better BBall career if I'd have had that kind of handsize. The hand cast was sort of fun, but the Bossburg Cripple cast was the one that Krantz claimed had structural odd aspects which for him eliminated the hoax hypothesis. What was even more intriguing to me was the casting which was done from such fine particle sand that the cast showed clear signs of "dermoglyphs" (what you and I call fingerprints, or toeprints in this case.) Dermoglyphs on a faked footprint seemed VERY hard to imagine to me. </b><br />
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<b> This too seemed good. Above are "A"a page from a very old Chinese "encyclopedia" showing the Hairy Wildman; "B" the famous Shipton ape-like "Yeti" print; and my photo of an alleged hunk of Snowman chest hair handed around to us at a cryptozoology meeting. The persons controlling that sample promised a fairly quick scientific analysis. IF that hair proved unmatchable with known animal hair, we'd be pretty close to certain that Yeti was not only real but textbook biology. </b><br />
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<b>A puzzling (to me) wrong thing was that the hair sample was either not analyzed or the results never published. I'm sure that not only I but also the entirety of the International Society for Cryptozoology were watching eagerly. ... but silence. </b><br />
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<b>What went right was the Ivan Sanderson library. In that library was an amazing and very rare resource.</b><br />
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<b>I hadn't paid any attention to these things; they were in Russian afterall. Five monographs. I got interested when, buried in the SITU files, there emerged translations of almost all of these --- Ivan couldn't read Russian either, so he had people do this service for him. I didn't know it at the time, but later someone told me that he knew of only three copies. </b><br />
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<b>They were commentaries and diaries of joint Russian military and scientific explorations across Asia from the Black Sea area to the China borders looking for evidence of the Hairy Wildman. As needs no mention: Quite interesting. </b><br />
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<b>Asian Wildman reports clustered in several areas, but once again, no carcasses. (I can't remember where, but during this same time I read an explorer who had gotten into a closer relationship with a High Lama than other authors that I've read, and this writer-explorer was told a more frank comment. The Yeti, it was said, surely existed, but not as a mere biological beast, but as a spirit which appeared as a sign of spiritual and practical needs. I found this interesting at that moment but was more on the trail of biology at the time.) </b><br />
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<b>There even seemed to be support (in the Russian volumes) for an "Almas" site/region and maybe supportive of the relict primitive human/neanderthal theory prior to Myra Shackley who more fully expostulated that idea. But hidden in these pages were all manner of references to Wildmen which sounded much more paranormal than biological. I hadn't gotten into that much as yet, but there was a definite tug that way. </b><br />
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<b>The biological argument requires you to quit just humming a happy tune about single good cases, but to think like a biologist. This Bigfoot you think that you see cannot be a stand-alone Bigfoot. There must be a reproducing population. That means not only "two-by-two" or even "seven-by-seven" as Noah would demand, but probably 60-100 to keep things genetically right. </b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">He wanted to read some of this, but what he really wanted to do was tell me about his younger life in Oregon. He had grown up in the area of Sweet Home Oregon (I don't know if his father was employed by the lumber companies but that's likely.) They used to take hiking and camping trips into the mountain woods. When my worker was grown and on his own, he and his brother continued this. The brother's main interest was in sampling his illegal pot plantings up there, and my worker admitted that he wasn't objecting at all to that at first. As time went on, my worker decided that the time in the mountains was wasted if all he was doing was smoking marijuana and zoning out, so when they went, his brother would go one way (towards the pot) and he'd go another. </span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">So I asked him: how did this meeting end? He replied that the creature just turned away and vanished. I asked: Vanished? Or just walked away? He said: well, he just seemed to vanish. </span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">But what of all the others? What of the unfindables? What off the vanishers? Who do we know that acts like that? Either the mass of this is some huge social phenomenon or ... you know what. </span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">I can't claim status as a cryptozoologist. But I'm not stone ignorant about that field either (above is the shelving unit for my book library on these matters and there are a few file cabinet drawers.) I can't claim to have earned a "professional opinion" on all I'm about to type, but I can promise you that I've given most of the "big" crypto topics an honest try. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><span style="font-size: small;"><b>I've had a lot of exceptional help. As many know, I've been privileged to be tasked with the preservation of Ivan Sanderson's famous three-ring notebooks wherein he collected much of his raw materials for his own launching into these things. (above are most of the cryptozoology ones.) Here and there you can, by surprise, turn up other bits and pieces of crypto-joy in the larger SITU files. This, plus having close friends involved (Jerry Clark, George Eberhart, Henry Bauer), .... well, it's been an honor and a lot of fun. I'm only mentioning these things because I want you to know that the following "crazy" remarks about several of the cryptids haven't just sprung forth out of shallow imagination. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Everyone's favorite cryptid (well almost)</span>, <span style="font-size: small;">Nessie, and all her lake and sea serpent cousins? Bunk? Bio? or Faery? Let me start with the Oceans ...</span></span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sea Serpents: I gave this one a good try on this blog between May and July of 2011. There were 14 posts covering Ivan Sanderson's Sea Serpent files notebooks, which looked at 114 different claims. The claims were mapped crudely at least, and the best cases, in my opinion, were highlighted in the texts. The analyses made at least one thing very close to certain for me: none of the claims of sea serpent carcasses hold up. (There's a skeptical fellow going by the e-name of Markus out there who is a relentless attacker of such claims, and though I lack affection for that mindset, I know enough of the biology to realize that such debunking in this topic is legit.) </span></span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Some reports are surely the products of hysterical people, and even a fantasy-prone person here and there. Even if one is very liberal with such opinion, very few cases sound like that at all. Some of the cases DO sound like mis-identification of course. If everyone knew about Oarfish etc the data pile would be cleaner. But there are way too many "close encounters" with good witnessing to honestly claim universal debunking statements anywhere. Some serious numbers of the cases are "good anomalies." </span></span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"> So, what are they? Biology or something stranger? I don't think that Biology is the correct answer. Biology should have carcasses. I've heard all the decades worth of anomalists dancing around this, but No. These things are a big deal --- not just in size but interest. We've had centuries of real interest in these things. NO carcasses. </span></span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Maybe I could "forgive" that lack if we were still in the 19th century. Not now. In the 20th, the probable only real bio-monster (the Giant Squid) has been found, and found pretty much several times. Maybe a similarly gigantic octopus cousin could still hide out as a region-restricted bottom liver. So, OK if that character finally shows. But we are "radar-ing" the entire oceans now. We NEED to know submarines from underwater serpents, and apparently we are just fine with the knowledge that no such physical serpents freely roam the seas. But some serpents DO seem to occasionally roam. If not "physical", what? </span></span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">If I was going to find a real crypto-beast and a biological animal, this was a bigtime shot. I put everything together that I could. The beast seemed to be very like a zeuglodont, a primitive whale with front legs but none at the rear --- an odd fact to be replicated in a myth and esoteric palaeontology identically. The research seemed to push the mystery out towards others, like Ogopogo. I liked the data. No matter how good it was, however, it really didn't distinguish between the paranormal possibility and the biological. I published this in the Journal for Scientific Exploration and am proud of the piece, but I really can't say that I solved the mystery. Here was the best case of a "sea monster" that I could ask for, and I was still juggling two hypotheses --- and no carcass and no high technology supportive evidence. What I DID have were local stories from the Native American cultures which pictured encounter incidents with the Wasgo very much like a fairy incident AND a list of common tribal crests which listed the Wasgo amongst the most popular choices of spirit icon entities. I am as sure as I can be in such a situation that the Wasgo exists, but not at all sure that it can be bio-textbook physical. </span></span></b></span><br />
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<b>I'll break Loch Ness tradition by saying that I strongly prefer many of the witness reports (ex. the ones from the monks at the old monastery or some of what Alex Campbell reports or the witnesses that Ted Holiday audiotaped --- I had the privilege of listening to Holiday's old tape with several of them in the company of a good friend and Nessie enthusiast, Will Matthews) to other film classics even including Tim Dinsdale's black triangular hump-above-water filmstrip. In heresy, I am almost unmoved by the "film evidence" even including the flawed hi-tech sonar stuff. But the witnesses tell a very different tale. ... and I'm sold on them. </b><br />
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<b> So, again in heresy, I find myself sitting in this boat with Ted Holiday and the priest who is trying to exorcise a local loch. As to exorcism for paranormal Orms, I don't know about that. But the paranormal part seems ringing true here ... even more so than in the oceans or the Vancouver Strait of the Wasgo-Sisiutl. </b><br />
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<b>On the right is a page of one of the rarest books in the world. Sorry for the quality of viewing but we can't have everything from a book of only two known copies. (The book was "discovered" by some great detective work and industry by Theo Paijmanns.) </b><br />
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<b>One of its few chapters describes local (north Scotland) interactions of folks with their lake monster, The Mhorag. Here is an old group of stories about a Nessie cousin. These stories indicate a beast well known to people, but one which is clearly paranormal. Mhorag is a ragingly dynamic "Kelpie." Not a biological specimen. </b><br />
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<b>If we cross the world, we find these things all over --- and all over in impossibly small bodies of water. But we moderns continue the dance of trying to believe that these are textbook physical. Thankfully I am not an honorable member of the crypto-tribe. That allows me to step back a bit and say: Stop the absurd Dance of rationalization. The academics are never going to buy any of this anyway, so give it up. </b><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">This topic is not rich in data. Although there were 119 claimed incidents that I was able to dig out and log (the blog posts on the four main entries are from 2015, with two earlier ones from 2011 and 2013, and a scatter of comment inter alia), the quality of those reports was nowhere near that of the sea serpent or lake monster narratives. As usual, no legitimate carcass cases --- I am sort of relieved about that given "who" we're talking about here. More sadly, in my opinion VERY poor credibility in the narratives or very poor detail. I've forgotten the 19th century folklore collector who I'm about to quote, but he, operating along the western shores of Britain said: you can get a tale about mermaids almost anywhere, and none of them is like another. I am not sure that I'd go that far, but there are very few close encounters which are also attested to by credible reporters, and whose story has some reasonable second party to report and attest to anything about the case. </span></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">... and a sudden fog came down, and there ahead was a lantern light beckoning. Should we follow? .......... off in the distance, the sounds of children giggling. </span></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>And so ... what's next?</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">The things that go "BUMP" in the night.</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">What to say? As this project has gone on (and on), some further intuitions have arisen. I make no claims for originality, only that they have grown stronger in me --- from no cognizance at all to a nervous feeling that maybe they are true. Finally, the other evening, I drew the following crude diagram. No big deal, but if you read it maybe it says something specific to you that you may either want to accept, reject, or, best, research. </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">In this diagram we know that our world of physics exists with its strengths and limitations (that is we know that unless we are some over-heated philosophical lunatic), and I think that we know a few other things. We know that we have a lot of anomalous reports, some of which seem pretty good. I think that it is without much debate that we have anomalous BOLs, and that some dozens of them can be interpreted as "acting" in intentional ways. And I KNOW that poltergeist phenomena exist. </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Veteran readers of this blog know why I know this. Above is the poltergeist house owned by my family members (brother and sister-in-law.) I've written about it in earlier posts. There's no arguing with me anymore on this topic. I know my relatives, I know their absolute intelligence and honesty, and I know that the manifestations there were many. Poltergeists, whatever they are, are real and NOT explained by the kneejerk flapdoodle analyses by professional skeptics.</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">The fact that I have been privileged to know such (for me) perfect witnesses, allows me to list some of the things that I know poltergeists do: (from roughly simple to more spectacular) creaks and odd sounds; footsteps on stairs or upper floors; "jumpings" on the beds on upper floors; doors opened when shut, and shut when formerly open; locks unlocked, and unlocked locks locked; lights turned on; lights turned off; radios and TVs turned on; radios and TVs turned off; objects moved, and in rare cases, objects "thrown." Plus, apparent communication with one very young child when she would visit. </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">And that's it for my relatives' home. No violence, no fires, no breakages. These things might happen elsewhere, but not there. The "phenomenon" was more amusing than frightful, in fact it was not frightful at all. It WAS irritating now and then when my brother would wake up and have to turn off a blaring TV. Other than that my relatives considered the whole business to be somewhat of a hoot. </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">A very good friend (Jerry Clark) told me of the experience of one of his very good friends. She heard "bumps" in the basement, screwed up her courage, and went down the stairs to investigate. There under the stairs were three dwarfish men sitting facing one another. Not looking as friendly as Snow White's friends above, she beat it out of there back upstairs. </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Agricola told us that he would not put anything into his writing that he had not seen himself or had not been seen by someone that he knew and respected. He, as we've seen, was THE Renaissance expert on all things metallurgical and mining. He wrote that it was common for miners to hear the knockings in the deep mines, and not uncommon to even see the Coballos beings who were making them. John Lewis wrote John Aubrey that he knew of the Knockers of the Cornish mines and of persons who had seen the pixie knockers. </span></b></span><br />
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<b>My favorite female author of all time, Catherine Crowe, told us in the NIGHT SIDE OF NATURE that there were "hauntings" taking place in her time (the first half of the 19th century) that she had personal knowledge of, and had investigated/interviewed the main witnesses. </b><br />
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<b>Catherine relates things like this (I'll make a composite story which characterizes these cases): a property which consisted of an old carpentry business (or something similar) on the bottom and the basement, and living quarters on the top. Residents (usually when alone sleeping there at night) would hear knockings-about downstairs in the old shop area. Creeping down to investigate, the doors would be firmly locked, but knockings might continue. Peering into the lowest area, some evidence of activities would be found as if the occupants of the old shop had been at work. Occasionally there might even be a fleeting glimpse of those night worker entities. ... hmmm .... what were the Brounies supposed to do again? </b><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">And my favorite Catholic priest-investigator-of-things-paranormal: Fr. Herbert Thurston, advisor to popes on all things off the beaten track, and hands on investigator of many. </span></b></span><br />
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<b>The Old People talked of Daemons and these daemons did not equal "devils." They were powerful paranormal non-human entities who pursued their own paths. Some of them were large; some of them were small; some of them were winged, most of them were not. Some of them roamed the woods, some the waters, some the air, some the caves. Some were rooted to locations (called the genii of the places they watched over.) Some were nice; some not; most generally indifferent. </b><br />
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<b>They were from all over. Perhaps no location lacked them. Some mimicked; some did not. Some were beautiful; some were not. Some seemed to believe in a Duty; some seemed to believe in nothing. If you left them alone, and the things to which they were attached, you usually had no problems. They seemed willful, but rarely purposeful. What is their game? Is there a Goal? </b><br />
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<b>The Old People did not think that these things were "devils" and it took a strong promulgation of warning dogma by the Protestant Churches in the 1500-1600s to cram them together with Satan's minions. The Middle Angel theory does not see them as devils but as Earth-bound and restricted cousins... and our long consorting with them on the fairy woods paths doesn't see them as devils either. Their nature remains obscure. Their actual "moral state" more so. And, unless we could get some insight there (across the whole class of these beings) I don't see how much more progress understanding them can be made. </b><br />
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<b>Maybe we are stuck confronting the dreaded Bell-Shaped curve: Some paranormals better than others morally, some worse. Some consciously trying to show by their actions that they are ready to finally answer that big First Question that they passed by. Some still saying Screw It and slumping further down into an immoral black hole. If any of that could make any sense at all, the reports of the Little People would place most of them still happily childishly in the middle of our Bell Curve. They kind of just don't care.</b><br />
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<b>The diagram again. Little People reports. BOLs-of-intention reports. Poltergeist reports. The obvious next addition is The Trickster. After that??? What other Cryptids belong within this tribe? The one thing that I know Does NOT belong there is the "Advanced Technology operating in our Atmosphere." UFOs are not Faery. (Light balls? OK.)</b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Are There Any More Paths To Search For Faery? </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">We have made a respectable effort looking at the basic encounter phenomenon. I think that it was worth it, and that it seems to indicate a true mystery, and one which involves a form of intelligence not our own. But with anything which would have this character, the research at some fundamental level is not controllable, and, unless the "other side" cooperates, will probably remain an anomaly forever. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">.... and that's alright with me. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">But it doesn't mean that I'd just give up the fun of looking, just because I felt that I'd never get all the way to a "scientific" de-mythologized answer. My guess is that I'll keep reading about this stuff until the day of "Passing over to the Other Side" and seeing the answers then (I hope.) And ... I have some intuitions that there are three more areas of research which are closely related to Faery anyway. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">1. The mystery of The Balls of Light;</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">2. Poltergeists: "Bumps" in the night and "Knocks" in the mines;</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">3. Jottles: Disappearing Objects and Straying Sod. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">One of these seems to allow some actual science-like research (BOLs). One of these has sort-of been research but (to my mind) largely botched. And one of these we are just now slightly taking seriously. I'm going to make some VERY modest attempts at addressing these three mysteries before letting this Faery blog glut go. Today, BOLs. As an old UFO researcher, at least I can claim to know something about that.</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">As you see, the category is a complexity, and therefore in bad need of unraveling. I'm not going to do it --- here anyway. I've made about ten runs at this area of mystery in blog posts of the olden past, so you can search back into these if you wish. I WILL steal freely from those posts though. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">There are THOUSANDS of Lights-in-the-Sky reports in UFO files. There are over three hundred in my file drawers alone. A bunch of these are just because whatever-it-was was a long way away. UFO, Faery, or X?: we won't worry about those very distant lights. Some of these are just because the light was so bright that you couldn't see anything else. Let's skip those too. A few actually ARE ball lightning, and a few even are marsh gas. But there is a lollapaloosa of a pile which are none of those, and some of these get very close indeed. For me, it has been the biggest conundrum in UFO research as to whether to include close encounters with BOLs part of the core UFO research field. My intuition has been "No." </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Here's a taste of what an UFO researcher gets dumped on his desk: a few years back (only a couple maybe), a colleague was interested in finding out every UFO report which featured a physical effect (particularly an electromagnetic one) and whether those kinds of cases continued to occur in large numbers after the year 1957. 1957 was a data anchor because it was the year that the US had its huge flap of UFO cases involving car engine stops and other E-M effects. As he collected, he would send copies of the cases to me. I was swamped as usual with too much case logging et al, but I tried to do a little. The following panels are three such tries. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"> So, cases of all types of shapes, and all with allegedly some kind of physical effect on the environment. A lot of them had clear technological shape, and another lot seemed to just be really blindingly bright. But a bunch were just BOLs. I can't read the reports and the craft descriptions and conclude that all the agents behind these effects were of the same nature. Maybe they were/are, but it is not obvious to me. (Other than the Betty and Barney Hill case, by the way, my favorite encounter from a "romantic point of view is the "window" which seems to open up in the sky and shine a bright lightshaft downwards.) </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">If I'm honest (I am), I'll look at these things and say: I can't see the technology in some of these descriptions, so, maybe for them, I should entertain the hypothesis that those particular BOLs are not part of the UFO core. But if they are not, then what are they? Not something which matches nothing in the reports (like lightning) and not just "ghosts" which don't have a track record of physical effects. But what in the anomalies pantheon does have these possibilities? The Old People might say: Jack O'Lantern and Joan O'Wad the King and Queen of the Pixies. "They" supposedly looked like BOLs some of the time, and could play physical tricks on you. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Alright, somewhat crazy thinking. But while researching the UFO case files, I was also amazed to see the numbers of reports wherein the witnesses felt that they were being "accompanied," or "paced," or "curiously observed," or even "stalked" by the UFO. Sometimes the UFO looked like a machine, but a big number of these cases were BOLs. Here, for what it's worth, are my crude table notes for these cases. I include them just to show you that the cases exist in quantity. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Alright. So far I haven't added much other than BS to the discussion. So, there are BOLs which MIGHT exhibit intelligent behavior, but what else? You and I might have gotten lucky here (for a change.) Our luck has to do with an unrelated research agenda by a physicist who became interested in cracking the mysteries of lightball field areas where such unexplained phenomena appear sort of regularly. You've heard of all these: places like Hessdalen, Yakima, Marfa, the North Carolina "gold hills", etc. Hessdalen, the most famous in UFO research circles, is the home away from home of Erling Strand (a very long time researcher of these matters.) </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Well, here we are at that famous (infamous?) thing, The Rockefeller-Sturrock workshop. (Dick is smiling broadly as he's just played a trick on me --- rocking backwards to block me partly in the photo. It was OK; I'd been kidding him.) I've circled some of the "players." Erling is on our far right. The amount of scientific brainpower rattled him at first, and he even seemed to lose his fluency in English. (Erling is a really nice guy and I felt terrible for him.) But a day later, he got it together and made a fine presentation on the Hessdalen lights. Noting his earnest use of instrumentation, the outsider science invitees stopped smirking for a moment and showed some interest (They still, three of them anyway, behaved largely like jerks). After listening to Erling, the more jerk-like of them suggested that this was a scientific issue, yes, and they probably could solve it "over the weekend" if they had the instrumentation. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Of course they couldn't and they didn't try. Erling continued his decades long questing and along came the right scientist to truly help out. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">These are examples of the equipment used and at the left some of the target BOLs. Teodorani captured data from many BOLs at Hessdalen and was certain that he had demonstrated their real world presence, but what caused them? Ball lightning and anything similar to that was a laughable non-starter hypothesis as became clear. He wondered (in print) whether esoteric ideas like mini-black holes or tiny wormhole exits could have anything to do with this, but knew that such commentary was just that: talk. There was neither math nor science to connect these things. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"> I'm leaving this probe into this unknown here. Read Teodorani's work. It is in a report on a symposium talk that I read the "reluctant conclusion." I don't blame him for any reluctance he may or may not have had --- anything such as that requires great courage. And I applaud him. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">I'll belabor just one last story: he became much in demand to give opinions on all sorts of alleged anomalies, and one of these was crop circles. He tried to be open-minded, but every one of these that he was taken to was an obvious hoax. (I agree with him on this topic.) He'd go into the circles with some equipment and immediately see the central holes used by the hoaxers to ensure symmetries. He couldn't help laughing to himself about those inevitable "revelations." But there was something strange which happened that boggled him. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">After going through one hoaxed circle, he was walking back through a little tunnel to a train stop. There he met an old woman that he didn't know. She wanted to talk with him for some reason. She said that in the morning she had passed through this same tunnel, and all sorts of little colored light balls had been floating in the air just there. This was a head shaker, as he did not know the woman, nor did he think she should have known him. So why that information? </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">When he produced the photo later via the computer screen, he got a shock. There across the fence in the crop circle field was a dark shadow image. The image to his eyes looked just like The Mowing Devil of the famous old chapbook drawing that you see below.</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"> He said that while he thought that this was a simulacrum </span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"> fortuitously </span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">created by a plant, it still made him wonder. Were his two experiences after the crop circle hoax expeditions the Universe (or something within it) playing little trickster games with him? </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Next time? Who knows? There's not much left for me to say ....</span> </span></b>The Professorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07811807639219365621noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019724693487670016.post-80572770263969375582020-07-08T18:26:00.000-07:002020-07-08T18:26:06.652-07:00SUMMA FAERYOLOGICA, part five<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>Old readership from the early days know that we used a term here called "Out Proctor." It was for the fun of it but it served a purpose too. When we went Out Proctor, we were admitting to ourselves that we were getting into unexplored and confusing territory. The term originated because Proctor WV is a little place near my family's last WV home (New Martinsville.) The folks around there had a local joke that the further you went Out Proctor Road, the more you entered weird and uncharted spaces. We would assume that very far Out Proctor was the home of Mothman and The Flatwoods Monster. For all of us familiar with the blog, going Out Proctor was giving ourselves license for "All The Way Fool" level speculation. </b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">UFOs and UFO occupants are the fairies in modern dress? Where did this idea come from? To say that Jacques Vallee did it is pretty much true, but doesn't quite say enough. I'm going to say a little bit more (as I believe that the history here is germane.) </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">In the late 1960s Jacques Vallee was studying UFOs with Dr. Hynek in Chicago. The USAF Project Blue Book was becoming irrelevant to Hynek (except as a paycheck) and he was becoming more and more irritated with the USAF approach. Hynek wanted a scientific approach and so did Vallee. Along came the Colorado Project and the alleged Scientific Study of UFOs. And it was thoroughly botched. Meanwhile Vallee was getting discouraged about research through fieldwork on single cases no matter how good such a case was. So he decided to try a statistical approach. Being a stats and early computer expert, Vallee was well qualified for doing this (and he helped David Saunders of the Colorado Project decide that such a project was the correct way to go as well. Plus, all of that led ultimately to the massive UFOCAT maintained by Don Johnson.)</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">All of that should have created optimism, but it did not. In particular, Vallee gave up on the idea that we could explain the UFO phenomenon using a scientific approach. As Colorado and the USAF Blue Book collapsed, Hynek pushed on. But Vallee left the States and went back to his home country seeking a different path. While in France, he is said to have "discovered" the great book of fairy field research, WY Evans-Wentz' Fairy Faith in Celtic Countries. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Vallee was very impressed. So much so that he began reading much about fairy lore and (since he is nothing if not a creative mind) began synthesizing some fairly unique ideas about connections between UFOs and fairies.</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Vallee was also influenced by the rather weird idea environment which existed in those days. This was personified by John Keel, who had his moments where one might legitimately label him the craziest writer claiming to be writing about "truth" on the planet. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">For Keel, anything was game, as long as it claimed that things thought to be unrelated were actually related or identical at some sort of fundamental levels. Deserved or not, Vallee and Keel became looked upon as congenial thinkers by readers who preferred novelty and conspiracy to the harder pursuit of facts. Vallee didn't really deserve the comparison, even though some of the trajectory of his new thought seemed to point that way. </span></span></b><br />
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<b>The new breakthrough book, Passport to Magonia, appeared in 1969 and caused a sensation of both approval and criticism in the anomalies community. The text is intelligent and if you are interested in the subject at all, readible (I read right through both Evans-Wentz and Passport, for instance, while never being able to stomach the nonsense being spouted by John Keel.) </b><br />
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<b>Embedded in the book's ideas were however signs that the research wasn't carefully </b><b>enough </b><b>pursued . The book at its depths calls for us to believe that UFOs were the same phenomenon as not only fairies, but also angels and devils and ghosts and cryptozoological creatures. You, who have been reading these blog posts, already will note that examination of the actual data does not indicate a sameness of faery and ghosts, and really studying the folklore would have shown that the old cultures believed that these were entirely separate. Plus, despite support from neophiliacs like Keel, there is no good reason to state that faery is the precise same thing as either angels and devils (as seen in the last blogpost about the middle angels.) Nevertheless, the time of publication was ripe, and the concept stuck rather strongly, despite the surface-level-only research of the hypothesis. This does not mean that the hypothesis has to be false. It SHOULD mean, however, that the hypothesis needs to be examined by someone(s) who has spent a very large amount of time studying BOTH fields, both field report sets in depth. There is no evidence that the folklore encounter side of this has been studied with that intensity. (This is why I've bothered to give you this history.) </b><br />
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<b>This is the guy, Agobard of the 9th century in Lyon, France, who wrote about a claim that local farmers were being bombarded by bad weather caused by rogue demon sailors who rode the skies. For no good reason, they would create whirlwinds out of nothing and flatten fields with huge ice falls. Somehow, the locals knew that these no-goods were from a place in the Air called Magonia. Agobard wasn't so sure. He wrote that these stories demonstrated how stupid most people were, that they could believe such rot. ... so it's a little "amusing" to think that our original reference for the Magonia claim is from a fellow who thought that it was nonsense. </b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"> As the years have moved on, the "feeling" about Passport has changed, as you see above. And, it has been joined by a herd of other authors.</span></span></b><br />
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<b>There in fact seems to be no limit to the amount of Keelian Speculation turned into entire books. The ratio of the claims to the evidence quoted in support of them is a powerful inverse relationship. We are trending towards a society desiring to spew forth exhaustively without the bother of fact. Facts are, as the saying goes, are a real bother as they restrict the full flow of the imagination. </b><br />
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<b>I felt that it was necessary to explain this sociology and history to wipe away any un-useful preconceptions about the evidentiary status of the "fairies = UFOnauts" speculation. This popular hypothesis is not based upon a strong evaluation of case histories, but rather an intriguing possibility. </b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"> What Does The Evidence Say? </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">As I studied UFO cases for 40 years rather intensely, and when the Magonian thing came into my perception, a natural thought was "why not?" A second thought was: if I've found "comfort" in reading credible UFO witness reports, why shouldn't I give fairy encounter witness reports the same level of not only critique but also (when earned) confidence? So, a few thousand UFO reports in, I shifted to creating the Leprecat in hopes of giving these ideas an honest attempt.</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">You've read the past blog entries. You know what the evidence says. And that is ... </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">FAERY and UFO Entities are NOT the same thing --- not the same thing at all. And why do I say that? </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">The UFO CE cases cannot prove this conclusion by themselves.</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">The Fairy encounters cannot prove this conclusion by themselves. </span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">BUT, reading a few thousand UFO cases AND reading several hundred faery cases --- that pushes one, in my opinion, inevitably to that conclusion.</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">But it's "feeling"....</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Here is the concept"UFOs":</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">How do these two realities feel to you? </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Feel free of course to disagree, but to me these are utterly different. One of them is vitally alive, full of Nature, dynamically unpredictable and quirky. The other one is to me robotically cold, full of technology but not "life", unpredictable but simply mysterious. One "hates" technology; one thrives on it. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Utterly different --- a big statement, but I think that the constant reading of the faery cases should bring everyone to this. The only similarity that I find in the two is that they are both unsolved anomalies. That is apparently enough for John Keel and the unthinking Keelians, but good only for a Ship of Fools. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">But am I being too rough minded? </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Now, I guess, is the time to lay out my most controversial opinion which relates directly to this: the alleged identity of UFO abductions and Faery Baby-stealing Changelings. This constantly restated "obvious connection" is really bad on two levels. The first is: if we sat together and read several so-called abduction cases and then read several changeling claims, we'd be rolling on the floor if anyone had the opinion that they were anything like one another. Having done that, I begin to doubt the intellectual integrity if not the entire intellect of anyone who sees these two things as having ANYTHING to do with one another. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">But the second level is even more "amusing."(with for me a bittersweet side). The pushers of the UFO=Faery theory like to believe that the "Abduction Phenomenon" dominates and characterizes UFOs. But, I've known, rather well, the leading ufologists who were involved with creating the abduction story. This does not make me popular with some of my UFO researcher friends but, as I've hinted to you in old blogposts, my experience with the two most influential proponents of massive abductions, missing time, and messing around with reproductive systems (and "hybrids") has regrettably demonstrated to me that much of this mass phenomenon is investigator created --- unconsciously on their parts, but due to (Bless them) really bad research nevertheless. I DO think that there have been a small number of on-board experiences, but the "millions" and the alien agenda, no. I've read the unpublished materials, know the techniques, watched the emotions of the researchers. This opinion is not superficially arrived at. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">What then about the other side of this identity? The initial thing to understand is that there are NO credible reports of "changelings." There are tons of fairy tale type stories, but no witnesses. AND, there is a real probability that even the fairy tales are based upon something other than fairy. When I was teaching human genetics at Western Michigan University, I naturally came across the chromosome trisomies (ex, Downs Syndrome and the worse ones) but also rarer things like so-called "gargoylism" and some related (thankfully rare) horrors which "turn" the appearance of babies into short-lived old and deformed looking children. Reading that terrible literature, the thought automatically came that the way a less advanced culture might deal with such a horror would be to blame it on some other nasty beings. I even began to write this concept up in an academic way, but found out in mid-flight that a good folklorist named Susan Eberly (I think that is her name; it's been a long time) had already seen the connections. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">So, the big braggadoccio synchronicity: Mass UFO Abductions messing with reproduction and producing hybrids plus fairy changelings --- neither are factual. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">But don't SOME UFO cases look like Faery? We've already talked about that. VERY few do. If 99% of UFOs look nothing like Faery, and 99% of Faery looks nothing like UFOs, should one percent (and one percent unsolved mysteries) rule the day? Obviously not, but let's look anyway.</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"> What about Rosa Dainelli's imps? </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">A 1954 "UFO" case. But I think maybe not. </span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Why not just put it in fairy files? The so-called UFO was never in the air.</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">What about the hoop of fire with fairies standing on it seen by Davydd Fawr in the 1800s? Was it a UFO? Why? Looks like Faery to me. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"> You and I could dig out some borderline cases here and there. A few might be faery; a few might be UFO; but why claim that they are the same thing --- especially when all else are so different? </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">And .... since we are completely Out Proctor: a final goofy speculation by me.</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">People constantly puzzle themselves about what the heck the UFOnauts were doing all these years just messing about when we are not that complicated? </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">What if WE were not their main research interest? </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Till next time? </span></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>HEADING DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE TO ??????????????</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">I guess that I can't avoid it any longer. It appears in this posting and the next, that I'm driven to making a fool out of myself, by going far beyond the data into the bizarre lands of speculation. I'm hoping to make a little sense while doing this, but I can't honestly promise anything. </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Two "practical(?)" remarks up front:</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">1. I got a bit "old and cranky" at one point in this post, but I don't take it back. My views on the actual damage to the search for truth done by cowardly academics sometimes outrages me; </span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">2. The awkward path of this post became so long, that I never got to the UFO vs Faery "thing" which is important to me, but will have to wait till another day.</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">But, to begin: </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">A friend of mine remarked on the titles of these last posts (The Summa Faeryologica's) that I was giving a nod to St. Thomas Aquinas. That is sort of true, but mainly in a subtle way that should be mentioned now. When Aquinas wrote the Summa Theologica, he plowed along at the task for years and then just quit leaving it unfinished. I find that to be the first proper comparative point of the very few that could be made between the great genius and my feeble production. </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Thomas quit because he came to realize that his subject was too difficult for him to wrap his head around , and he had to admit to himself that he would never quite know what he was writing about. THAT is also a proper comparison with my current efforts.</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Finally, though Thomas could never (just using philosophy and reason) PROVE the existence of GOD, Souls, The Spiritual Side of Life, another good friend of mine often reminded me that he nevertheless provided us humans with a great service: with all his heroic efforts, Aquinas demonstrated that it was REASONABLE to look into and think about these topics. </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">In my embarrassingly minor way (and despite our very minor topic), this latter "Thomistic" accomplishment is all that I hoped for. I hope that our adventure down these paths and through these old forests have shown that it is not an unreasonable topic. And ... that thinking and being interested in these matters are not de facto childish nor deserving of derision. If I've done that for any of you, this has been a success.</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">So. If there is a reasonable excuse for exploring this topic, what is it that we've explored? My approach to that question is to trust the old folks.</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> I think that it is "reasonable" to ask the old culture what they believed about these things for two reasons: One, they were a lot closer to this stuff than we are, or I am. Two, what they've "told" me so far about the Little People has more or less matched what I've found. What did they say about The Little People or The Fair Folk or The Other Crowd? Fortunately for us twenty-first century inhabitants, there were a few dozen people who felt that the 18th and 19th century influences were threatening to destroy the old understandings, and that this was a very bad idea. So they went out into the field, into the rurals of Ireland, Scotland, Cornwall, Wales, but also Scandinavia and Germany, and interviewed ordinary folks to save their stories and their vision. Our still-existing antiquarian books gladly tell us what those beliefs were. And, they were remarkably similar in what is to me a helpful way. This is it: </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">The books tell us that the old cultures believed in four separate types of anomalous things: one was "Magic", another was "Witchcraft", a third was "Ghosts", and the fourth was "The Little People, or Fairies." The key point is: these four things, from their experience, were four basically distinct realities. The World of Faery had nothing to do with Magic (i.e. it was not based upon humans who had, by learning or close attention to Nature's behaviors, achieved the ability to do things that normal humans could not, and who did these things by strict discipline in following learned "rituals" or "recipes" or "actions.") Secondly, the World of Faery had nothing to do with Witchcraft (i.e. it was not based upon humans who had made contracts with fundamentally evil beings, and who through those contracts could do things that other humans could not do.) This second stance contains an important corollary: Faery is not Demonic. It is not demonic despite the majority Christian authority trying to make it so. That misplaced attack from Protestant Christianity may have had something to do with the fading of Faery across the decades, but, if so, it did not do so because the two were directly related --- only related through the misplaced prejudices and sometimes deadly emotions of those eras. </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">A quick word about Clairvoyance or Second Sight: That "talent" is basic to none of the four concepts, although we humans might also get involved with that anomaly during experiences with any of the four. My guess as to why the folklore collectors did not include paranormal insight as a fifth "odd" belief, is that our ancestors thought that it was natural and not anomalous at all. So that leaves us with "Ghosts" and "Faery." To start we can say that our old ones "knew" that fairies were NOT ghosts. </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">There's a bit of an issue regarding "Ghosts" --- what did they mean? This was a tougher issue for me. Here's my conclusion: The old folks did NOT mean what we call "poltergeists." They also would not have meant what we now call "tricksters." They DO seem to have meant the apparitional appearances which look perfectly "solid" even though they are not. They include the doppelgangers --- appearances of actual or recently deceased humans. The world of ghosts probably included things like the "banshees", or the apparitional carriage, or whatever images might announce a death. This gray area could be shoved into either the Ghost or the Fairy category depending upon the region, but if they do, they do not soften the cultural position that the entities of Faery are not ghosts nor the disembodied souls of humans passed away. </span></b></span><br />
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<b>The above are the cartoon images for the better credentialed cases where some creepy black-cloaked creatures were sighted. These things do not act like the other entities associated with fairy reports. They usually do not move at all, often standing like inert (yet creepy) black statues, which if they do move, seem to have instantly translocated to another location, again standing motionless. This is universally true for the multiple groups of three formations. Some of the singletons also stand motionless. Some do seem to drift or even come forward. None of these things seem to have a real feeling of life in them. I don't know what these things are, but relate them more to apparitional manifestations than the biologically-imitating Faery.</b><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">So, Faery stands on its own. It is not a realm of Devils nor a realm of tortured human souls. What's left? The people of the Dark Ages world faced all the same experiences in the fields and forests that the folks in later centuries did, but without the "benefit" of the scowls of 16th century Protestantism. (I'm sure that when early pre-protestant monks came to the isles there was a real adjustment needed but there seems to have been an early "understanding" between those two cultures, which often merely overlain a Biblical veneer onto the ancient celebrations and beliefs.) It is my belief that in these areas of the world, there was an era in which the culture of the past melded with the "new" ideas to form syntheses of belief. Such syntheses might even have made enough sense not only to survive but (maybe) even reflect what is real. </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">And out of that came the majority theory about what Faery was. It is a truth that the old people were trying to figure out what this fairy business was. Modern theorists have lined up their own conclusions, often with stunning lack of humility. One oft-mentioned idea is that these creatures are a legendary culture, the Tuatha Da Danaan. For me, writings about the TDD leave me more confused than enlightened. They were supposedly powerful, brilliant, beautiful ... and somehow not able to hold onto anything in the face of crude outside invaders. For me, they don't make any sense. Not only don't they make any sense to me, but they don't look much like Snow White's seven dwarfs (or a faun/satyr, merperson, Ent, giant, or anything that witnesses actually report.) Heck, they don't even look like Tinkerbell. </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Another prominent theory is that they are remnants of primitive original peoples, or invaders from Denmark or some such "mysterious" place. It would be nicer for this theory if palaeontologists found any such peoples, or if they could be conceived to look anything like the fairy folk clan. I find it "unusual" for human pygmies to instantly appear and vanish before your eyes. The bottomline: one might allow a rare interaction to be with something like a genetic dwarf, but "POOF VANISH"?, no way that "Picts" do that. But all of this sort of alternative theorizing are the products of academia and therefore can be almost assuredly be classified as nonsense, if not the lucubrations of morons. (pardon me, folks, but these armchair reductionist "experts" have really irritated me in my own ancient years.) </span></b></span><br />
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<b>Recently, a good friend tasked me (gently and gentlemanly,) with looking into a "new way" of understanding fairies. Drugs. Naturally this is something so anti-scientific and misguided that only a lifetime brain-basher (Terence McKenna) or an academic (will remain anonymous) could seriously consider it. Belief in Fairies is, to our great surprise, the result of smashing our brains with DMT psychedelic. </b><br />
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<b>Yeh. THAT's the Ticket! That's exactly what all our witnesses from the last 500 years have been reporting!! I am so delighted to get this well grounded academic guidance on the subject. </b><br />
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<b>Our peasant witnesses must just have lacked the proper vocabulary. </b><br />
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<b>To add to my grateful understanding (while subtracting from the total amount of knowledge in the Universe), a website did an intelligent (if wrong-headed) explication of these DMT-is-the-Way speculations, and concluded it with a listing of "all" the theories which might be behind the truth of Faery. Since that is what I'm trying to do now, naturally I was intrigued. Here are a few of the theories offered: It's all hallucination; DMT shoves us into a higher dimension; DMT takes us down to the atoms; DMT activates our Reptile Brain (don't ask me how they say some of these with a straight face); Non-humans created us and left town, leaving a fairy-contact gene to contact them later --- sometimes you just wish that public firing squads were legal; it's all the Dead; it's all Aliens; it's all Time travelers. ... And you know what? These advanced human academics never mentioned one hypothesis: THAT THE FAIRIES ARE REAL ENTITIES just as the old folks and the witnesses say they are!!!!</b><br />
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<b>A writer once said about a confused constricted academic: It's a marvel that such a respectable intellect can exist in such a tiny mind. </b><br />
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<b>I'll make one more remark: IF anyone takes this DMT=Faery-Gate seriously, then the INEVITABLE academic conclusion to all of this will be --- It's ALL subjective hallucination. </b><br />
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<b>So, Bill, my friend, thanks for sending me down THAT particular rat-hole for a day.</b><br />
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<b>Now, back to something that might lead us somewhere worth the journey.</b><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">I am going to guess that the old people thought of these entities as real physical beings, not humans, and having some dangerous and arcane powers. Where they lived, who really knew? But they seemed slightly related to certain locations which may have had meaning to the Old Religion. They seemed mainly existing in natural settings, but might show up anywhere. The following I'm not as comfortable with, but it has felt to me that some of these ideas probably were linked somehow with the Cosmos of the druidical religion, or whatever preceded that. This is despite the fact that I cannot find any substantive connection between druidical religion and fairy belief. But some sort of synthesis between two important parts of a culture had to be present. (This lack of literature reference to such a connectivity should be viewed as hardly surprising and certainly no show stopper as there exists essentially NO written data on the specific details of the druidical religion --- despite what modern "druids" would want to be true.) </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Whatever that synthesis was, it was sitting there in everyday people's minds when the early Christian monks showed up with their own ideas. I believe that it is again obvious that one of the more esoteric concepts that the monks brought stuck, and gave the folks a plausible more specific answer to what these fairies were. It was an answer which fit the idea that fairies were real, yet not involved with ghosts or magic or witchcraft. They were the "Middle Angels." </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">This little disagreement was settled by some sort of spectacular conflict in which the "rebel angels" got their paranormal butts kicked. </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">GOD said: OK, losers, I've a plan for how you fit into the rest of the Creation with some LAWS as to what you can and cannot do. So get the Hell out and Obey! </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> Some of these paranormal beings didn't like the idea of saying No to The BIG FELLOW, but on the other hand, didn't really want to limit their options either. They refused to choose. </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> GOD, because He's the Good Guy, felt that these confused and childish characters did not deserve to be allowed to just go about their angelic business as before, but also didn't deserve to be cast into the (fiery) darkness (whatever that was.) They needed to go somewhere else, and be stripped of some of their angelic powers, while remaining essentially the creatures originally created. But where to leave them? And how to fit them into The Universal Plan? </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">There were "new" places popping up (evolving) all over the physical Cosmos. Why not assign these childish clowns to them? But as paranormals, they couldn't be allowed simple free reign. There had to be Rules. Different rules than the strict "no-contact (physically) without voluntary agreement" laws for the devils, but restrictive rules nevertheless. They couldn't be allowed to just constantly interfere with obvious continual presence in human affairs either. The humans must be free to go their own way. Maybe it would be best to place them in a "World-alongside" which was connected more deeply or more weakly with places of natural or spiritual significance. These paranormals could slip into and out of the physical world "like magic" but not due to the demands of the humans on their side. ... and there were doubtless other imaginings to try to fit experiences into a philosophy. </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">The result was a theory called The Middle Angels, wherein limited power paranormal creatures of GOD inhabited a World Alongside linked more or less strongly to Place. They weren't "ghosts" nor were they really devils. To what extent they could act and interfere might vary in regional belief, but the general concept could be made to fit the experience of the culture. The "moral" question of how much they were allowed to do, whether they could be "good" or "evil" and whether they might find Salvation differed culturally. </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Well, as a good Catholic boy, who believes in spiritual beings like angels and devils, I can adjust my theology rather easily to include "Middle Angels", as well. As an amateur student of Native American religion, I can adjust my understanding of Manitou and the Spirits of Place (The many Manitoug) to easily fit this as well. Heck, I can even fit C.S.Lewis' "Eldils" from the SF books Out of the Silent Planet and Perelandra into this ... and almost all the other cultures' concepts (not quite all, but most.) </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">OK. But. This is the point where I say that I'm not at any Jim McDonald (favored UFO hypothesis) stage and cannot, without cringing, state that one hypothesis (even the Middle Angels) answers the details of all our questions. But I like it. And I really don't think that counter theories like pygmies, unknown aborigines, hallucinations, aliens, or some of those other mentioned data-less spewings make any sense at all. I'm happy to work with anyone who would construct another "parallel reality" style model with a very minimalist nod to tossing out case reports involving human mental errors, as long as we embue the Little Folk with some paranormal abilities and some action limitations.</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">........ but this posting has gotten way out of hand, and I never broached the UFO vs Faery conundrum. That's going to have to wait till next posting. Sorry. </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">The things to say are so multiple and difficult to organize, hopefully you will forgive me if I just take on the sub-topics one by one as they arise. So the following will be a little disorganized, but you can put it together as you will. </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">A. Sub-topic one: Does the phenomenon change over the years? I think that people would like me to say "yes" to this, but I don't find that. For me, the encounters seem pretty traditional, despite what certain speculators seem pushing. Across these 400 or so years, I DON'T see the fairy experience taking on more modern or time-coincident trappings. Wollaton gnomes may have jumped into little colorful play cars and levitated and zoomed about like reveling kids, but even there those cars are caricatures of modern autos and way less "technological" seeming than the "more-so" UFO spacecraft for instance. Plus, those gnomes are essentially unique in my reading concerning anything that is relatively "mechanical" or self-motivating. The fairy cases continue to be very "nature-based" and very "engine-abhorrent." The technology shows almost no evolution of any significance for centuries.</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">B. Sub-topic two: traditional creature types other than dwarfish folk. Are there any?</span></b></span><br />
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<b>There were a few satyrs/fauns. These things are spread out from the 19th century case to the modern period. The 1863 case could be good if we are to trust the narration given by "Royalty." The strongest case is probably the Moyra Doorly incident from 2000. The cloaked faun/"Pan" case from Portugal had a decent investigation. One case is Findhorn, and all of that seems dependent upon trance, so ...? Maybe Royalty plus Moyra Doorly is good enough to give hope. </b><br />
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<b>I have 15 cases pictured, but I'd probably trust the fauns more than the wings. Let me note a few worries. The great majority of these things show up in modern times, usually VERY modern times. The earliest case in the "preferred incidents list" is from the 1950s, and only three encounters are claimed before the late 1980s. Sure the winged creatures appear in older literature, but none of those claims have felt good enough in the credibility area to include in Leprecat. I'll be happy to be wrong about this. But I'm still waiting for the credible good winged fairy case. </b><br />
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<b>The question that really presses on you as you read the wings cases is: How much of this is excited romantic wannabee-ism? I can't defend that statement to you; it comes, I believe automatically, if you sit down and read the internet fairy encounter sites and drench yourself with all the anonymous (sometimes with first names) "Wow! I saw a Fairy!" claimants. The words "childish gushing" can't be blocked from my mind. Maybe it's all true, but claim after claim sounds like "I saw this light moving in my room; and I know it wasn't an insect." Or, "it went by real fast and my Dad didn't see it, but I know it was a fairy." Or, "I didn't get to see it well enough, but it had wings like a dragonfly." etc etc etc followed by " It made me feel so good to have finally seen one!" </b><br />
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<b>Maybe a read-out of the sizes of the above 15 pictures will help a little. </b><br />
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<b>A. The top row left to right: 1 foot; 6 inches; 1 or 2 inches; "8"? inches; 7 FEET!!!</b><br />
<b>B. The middle row: less than a foot; 1 foot; 1 inch; 6 inches; 3 foot.</b><br />
<b>C. The bottom row: 1 foot; 6-8 inches; 1 to 2 foot; 1 inch; 1 foot. </b><br />
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<b>There's no sense trying to make sense of those numbers. Almost everything is small, maybe even ridiculously small. There are two sizable winged fairy claimants: a three footer and a seven footer. </b><br />
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<b>None of these cases made the 50+ credible investigation/interview category. So on to the weaker question: could I read any of these narratives (and remember that these were all narratives that had "something" to recommend them enough so that I bothered to make an illustration) without shaking my head or not getting excessively uncomfortable? (I am, in my foolishness, just now going to hit "save" and go back to the original narratives and ask myself this specific question.) [Just like nodding off, you won't notice the delay, but my own CNS will pay for it, I'm sure. :=} ] </b><br />
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<b>.... well, that was another wasted hour that I'll never get back. Most of these winged fairy cases were from the Fairy Census but just about two-thirds. Re-reading them reminded me that I had sluffed off a bit when it came to cases with winged entities. I did that because I knew that I'd come into this business being somewhat prejudiced against them, so I eased up so that some of this sort would be included. </b><br />
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<b>A majority of these cases happened in association with just waking or just drowsing or lounging quietly somewhere (i.e. in danger of the hypnogogic and the hypnopompic states.) Many cases are claimed by very young kids. So ... tough to get comfortable. I am therefore reduced to just "feeling" something from the narrative. Admitting that: the best feeling that I get while reading a narrative was the one from Eliot, ME in the 1950s. This was a report from Alternative Perceptions (on-line) Magazine of September 2007. </b><br />
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<b>The report was from two witnesses (a parent and a young child.) The child was one who had "Invisible Playmates" as a very young kid. In this case, the child called the parent to a window to look at several entities mounted on the snow-covered limbs of a spruce tree in the front yard. </b><br />
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<b>"Imagine an angel with gossamer wings and wearing velvet dresses. There were six or seven of them, as I remember. Dresses were deep red, rich blue, and a deep purple and one pink. Several of them wore red dresses. About twelve inches tall." </b><br />
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<b>The adult told of several family members who had an anomalous experience here and there (a mother, an aunt, a granddaughter.) It is slightly more comfortable to the researcher if narratives don't involve a lot of other claims, but that is a prejudice and there were not other claims made by the primary witness. ... not the greatest "strongest case" but it is what we have. </b><br />
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<b>OK. What about the Giant blonde-haired, pink-skinned, seven foot tall winged fairy? What can I say? Huge personage floating across the floor, scattering pink glitter fairy dust around. The witness was very sad before the vision, felt that the atmosphere of the place changed just before the appearance, and that this interaction made her very happy and even changed her life. </b><br />
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<b>... And the other Giants? </b><br />
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<b>A real bunch of Oddballs. Maybe five tree-like entities, the Big Blonde, three Black Cloaked menacers, and six other unique characters. The heights of the alleged entities are:</b><br />
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<b><top row=""> All seven footers.</top></b><br />
<b><middle row=""> All seven footers.</middle></b><br />
<b><bottom row=""> 7', 11-12', 10', 19', 9'. (the non-pictured Grey Man was a 9-footer.) </bottom></b><br />
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<b>We humans have a love/hate feeling about giants. Fascinating, awesome, dangerous. Some of these cases have stronger credibility than some of those just previously discussed. Two of those seven footers are parts of Moyra Doorly's Arran experiences. The "Ents" surprisingly have better narratives than you would expect. I wasn't expecting to come out of this with much confidence that interactions with truly large beings happen. But Ms. Doorly and the "Ent" cases are getting to me --- still, this is not like the classic Little People in the 2-4 foot range, which have several dozen decent claims. </b><br />
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<b>This is the moment, I believe, to make a point: There is almost no organized approach to collecting Faery folklore encounter reports, but what there is --- The Fairy Census plus the anonymous fairy report sites --- might be asking for the wrong responses. They tend to (very simplistically) ask people to report "fairy" encounters. How do potential reporters take that? How do they interpret "fairy?' I know that many persons do NOT interpret this in a way that I would like them to. I have read the occasional apologetic report saying "You probably don't want this sort of thing" or "this is not a fairy, but ... " and then mention a faun or a boggart or even a dwarf. I believe that LOTS of people think that the collectors want "fairies" (little winged Tinkerbell creatures) so that particularly things like Giants aren't being asked for. In the future it would be nicer to collect a wider class of entities by making the original asking more descriptive of the variety of entities of interest. </b><br />
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<b>... I can feel the years a bit just now, so I'll retire until next time. My brilliant plan (Ha!) will be to say something about the following:</b><br />
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<b>1. What did the Olde Culture think that these things were, and were not? and relatedly,</b><br />
<b>2. How do Faery cases and Apparitions relate?</b><br />
<b>3. Finally: Are Fairies and UFO occupants the same thing? </b><br />
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<b>Beyond these, there feels to be a need to say something about Balls of Light, Certain other cryptids, Tricksters and Poltergeists, Stray Sod and parallel realities, and, doubtlessly, incredibly stupid speculations by me. </b><br />
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<b>So, from all of the stuff from the previous dozen posts or more: YES to both of those questions.</b><br />
<b>But what IS this "FAERY" anyway? </b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span> <span style="font-size: small;">I've combined the cartoon illustrations of the more credibly investigated "50" cases and we've seen those displayed for all of us to judge. I'm not terribly unhappy with the impression that they give. If I was just a little smarter. maybe our large family of Little People who cluster around the 2-to-4 foot tall size would be drawn a little less chunky, but, because some witnesses DO describe them as "stout", or like typical gnomes, or even like Snow White's dwarves, maybe my pudgy little fellows aren't THAT far off. For sure there are plenty of exceptions to the dwarfish clan, but these characters dominate. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">I didn't just look at the 50 credible cases in this way. I looked at a lot more. The above represent the "art" for over 230 of the incidents in Leprecat (some of the 50 are in there but there were many others of the best Fairy Census types as well as encounters spoken about with generally better narratives.) When I look at that larger array. I get both more confident of some things, and less assertive on others. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">When I look at the whole mass of Leprecat incidents, that process (more confident about some things; less assertive about others) continues to magnify. So here those views are:</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">A. People have objectively real encounters with what look to be entities as often described in folklore. These "Little People" are generally of a two to four foot height (almost wholly so in the best interviewed cases, but spreading out to include entities below one foot and over normal sized in the fuller set of reports.) Small sets of entities which do not fit into this category will be discussed later;</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Comments on this graph:</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"> 1. This was a LOT of work, and I still can't face you and say "take this to the bank." I've commented somewhat on this effort in a previous post. People just don't take care in their descriptions (usually) so as to make a researcher's logging job easy. The biggest deal here was the common use of the phrase "the size of a child" to describe height. Well, I did my homework on that, and we humans reach three feet high rather quickly. The common phrase COULD refer to someone taller (4 foot?), but context and comparison with cases where an actual number was used seemed to be pointing to the three foot measure. SO: I've dumped all those "size of a child" cases into the 2 1/2 to 3 1/2 column above. I feel OK about that but maybe you will not. </span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"> 2. Given that decision, you can see the resultant peak. This peak and the other columns (with the exception of very tall entities) are dependent upon "classically" described entities of the dwarfish/ elvish/ gnomish/ leprechaunish kind (The Dark Green number, plus the lighter green for classic hairy wild dwarves, and the brown/ [showing black above] for the Native American classic entities.) Classic Little People figures very much dominate the peak and middle of the graph. If you "Go down to the Woods Today" and get lucky, they are what you'll likely see.</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">B. Most of these entities are dressed but not in modern clothing. They continue to mimic the clothing as described in the older literature. In the cases involving Native American witnesses, this clothing mimics Native American "frontier" attire. Exceptions to these sentences will also be made later. Of the dwarfish tribe, for instance, wearing NO clothes is abnormal, but not non-existent;</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">C. Interactions with humans vary widely. Most often, the interaction appears on the surface to be accidental. Other times, it is more as if the "Other Crowd" sought out the human involved. Whereas there is much talk of humans deliberately seeking out the Fairy World, there is, with one notable exception, no credible case where that intention actually succeeded. The notable exception is the Moyra Doorly experience(s) on the Isle of Arran, where, on a lark, she and her camping mate, tried a recently learned meditation/ "defocussing" technique to see what might happen, for the adventure of it (and having no real hope that anything would result.) In by far the majority of these encounters, even when the interaction appears on the surface accidental, the feeling that I've received about this is the same one that I've ended up with regarding UFO cases: The interactions occur, perhaps even always, on purpose. The moments of interaction are chosen by the Other Crowd and are usually "Display" for some unknown intention. In Simon Young's Fairy Census, he had a query where the witness could respond concerning this, and many witnesses DID feel that their encounter was a display for their benefit, but still not knowing WHY it happened. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">The cases do not support the general statement that Faery Folk are friendly. The more common case would be that they are a folk with individual varieties of behaviors just like ourselves. However, they do not seem to merely ape the behavior of their "chosen(?)" witnesses --- i.e., if the witness is a "bad" person, he doesn't automatically get a bad fairy; if good person, not a good fairy. One MIGHT do so, but these are not some sorts of Justice Machines. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">I'm quitting for this post now. ... a lot went into it, and there's much to meditate upon.</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">I still intend to write about some of the less numerous classes of beings, also the Faery/ UFO question, and go "ALL THE WAY FOOL" with some non-defensible speculations. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">But, next time. </span></span> </b>The Professorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07811807639219365621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019724693487670016.post-31262291420006211342020-06-26T16:36:00.000-07:002020-07-03T15:11:18.698-07:00SUMMA FAERYOLOGICA, part one<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>I suppose that the honest way to begin these last few posts is to simply admit that I'm prejudiced. I'd REALLY like this forbidden topic to have some "external reality" about it. That is: it is not we humans just making it all up, by whatever conscious or unconscious means our own anomalous minds are capable of. But I can't fool myself into thinking this or that without giving the quest a genuine try. The difference between reading Diarmuid MacManus and Charles de Lint is starkly clear to me. So, several years ago, stimulated by wonder and also the peculiar thought that some were pushing that my own favorite anomaly (UFOs) was "just" Faery in modern dress, I started that quest. </b><br />
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<b>The first thing that I noticed on this quest was that it wasn't going to be anywhere as orderly nor robust-in-credible encounters as searching out UFOs. For every investigated fairy incident there were probably a thousand such UFO incidents. Even if I admitted (as I did) that the proper way to compare the relative richness of credible information between the two would be to compare the fairy cases to UFO Close Encounters, the overabundance on the UFO side is still hundreds to one. But the path was through this forest, so why not just go and see what, if anything, was there? </b><br />
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<b>Was there a hypothesis to use as an intellectual clarifying guide? In UFOlogy, the proper hypothesis is this:</b><br />
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<b>"Is there supporting evidence for the existence of advanced aerial technology in our atmosphere which exhibits characteristics beyond those of which we humans (Military, Scientists, et al) were capable of at the time of the incidents' occurrence?"</b><br />
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<b>When one phrases the "UFO question" like that (note that there is no mention of aliens, extraterrestrials, nor any causal agency --- you have to add that into your own head if you want to), the serious UFO researcher can almost SHOUT out a robust "YES!!!" Is there any such Faery hypothesis like this? </b><br />
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<b>To create such a statement one would have to know at least something about that word "Faery" wouldn't one? And then one would have to take the tempting causal agencies out of the hypothetical research question. As, at least originally, a stone-ignorant rookie, I couldn't yet do that. </b><br />
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The above pictures are a small part of what had to happen in order to attempt any slight comprehension of an anomalous field as complicated as UFOs. I had to really immerse for a long time to even hope for any clarity. As I said, the great quality of the cases helped me make little progress, but it was the immersion in the literature that --- well, this isn't "scientific", but when you do that, you begin to get an intuitive feeling for the whatever-it-is. So, particularly here in the pursuit of Faery, my only real hope for an approach was to just dive into all of the literature and hope for the intuitions to come. So, this I did. </b><br />
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<b>By the way, as soon as I got really into the readings, the most powerful impression that anyone should get (in my opinion) is that it is flat clear to the reader when one is reading a "fairy tale" like an elaborate around-the-peat-fire story vs a straightforward encounter incident. Both of these types of "tales" appear within the same covers of most of these books. Thankfully the separation of these stories is easy --- maybe the only easy thing about this research project. </b><br />
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<b>As those of you </b><b>know</b><b> who have been reading the previous (how many were there?) postings in the blog , the result of all of that immersion was The Leprecat. Leprecat (The Little People Case Catalog) had ten three-ring notebooks of encounter claims. Within those pages were about 500 case references. Added to that, The Fairy Census of Simon Young chipped in with 600 case claims. Janet Bord's book contributed more, etc etc. Though some of this overlapped, this journey encompassed over a thousand claims. Even then, it paled in comparison with my own UFO files (about 4000 SELECTED reports and good ones generally) plus CUFOS' files and the USAF Project Blue Book cases et al. But reading "just"a thousand claims is not "just" nothing. I'm not embarrassed about only reading a thousand claims. But before I start throwing out soft "conclusions", I just want every reader to know from where such comments are coming. The resource base is not ideal, but maybe just enough. (Of course reading the earlier blog posts would also help anyone to better understand. :=} )</b><br />
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<b>DO CREDIBLE CASES EXIST IN ENOUGH NUMBERS TO INDICATE THAT THERE IS A REAL ANOMALY HERE? </b><br />
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<b>I assessed all of these claims with my UFO researcher cap on, and came up with 50-52 cases (not including things like Black Fairy Dog claims) which I felt deserved my confidence that they were reported honestly, accurately, trustworthily. They had at least some levels of investigation/ interview, and knowledge of witness that bespoke Credibility. That is not a huge number out of all of those thousand or so claims. But, and here comes the first of the feeling-immersion statements: that amount of credible cases is enough for me. Those "fifty" cases are not only impressive to me, but they also match a very much larger pile of cases which, though they lack the strict bona fides which a researcher desires, in their accumulation they add to my confidence that we have a legitimate anomaly here and one which has persisted for many centuries. That's a big claim by me, but it's how reading all of those leprecat reports feels. I wouldn't stand in front of a typical academic meeting and defend too much of this to-the-death, but in front of a sympathetic audience I think I'd have the courage to do it. </b><br />
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<b>The "50" more acceptable case reports turn out to serve as a foundational core for perhaps a couple hundred more which have no real red flags from the claimants, and which fit well in detail and behavior with the original 50. It takes faith, but there may well be a big enough pile of these claims to support some type of reality. </b><br />
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<b>WHAT REALITY? DO THE CASES INDICATE THAT THE EXPERIENCES TAKE PLACE OUTSIDE THE "IMAGINATION?" </b><br />
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<b>The answer here is the same sort of cautious "Yes." Once one accepts the assertion that witnesses are generally honest in attempting to describe their experiences, then answering this next question is pretty straightforward. This is because many of these incidents are witnessed by multiple witnesses AND at very close range. It requires a VERY flexible and hard-to-buy counter hypothesis to assert that multiple persons have the same up-close "hallucinations" or other weird mental quirks simultaneously. I realize that debunkers love to put out speculative B.S. like this, but if the human race was THIS prone to serious detachment from reality, I do not think we would have made it this far. </b><br />
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<b><br />When the University of Colorado's "Scientific Study of UFOs" was funded by the US Air Force in 1966-69, it was faced with the similar problem of assessing "reality" for that subject. The de facto project administrator, Robert Low (picture to our left), thought hard about how to proceed. </b><br />
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<b>He made the remarkable statement that the UFO problem was really a nested set of three questions: 1. Do credible cases exist to indicate that there is a true anomaly here? and 2. Do cases exist that indicate that the aforementioned anomaly is "externally real", i.e. the subject matters exist outside the mere images in the human reporters' minds? Low said that he already had seen enough evidence to answer both of these questions "YES." </b><br />
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<b>The third question was: Are these UFOs "extraterrestrial?" On that he felt that such an answer was too far removed from science's methods to allow any honest response. </b><br />
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<b>If I stand beside Bob Low (which I would consider an honor), and substitute "Faery Folk" for UFO in the three nested questions, I will answer the questions in the same way that he did. "Faery Folk" claims, whatever their deeper reality base, are a justified anomaly, and whatever-this-is is "externally based." BUT what the deeper agency is which lies underneath these encounters, must remain a question. </b><br />
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<b>If the audience will allow me to stop my assertions at that point, then I'll acknowledge my further ignorance BUT MAKE SOME SOFTER SUGGESTIONS about the deeper realities which could underlie this stuff. This is where the "Immersion Intuitions" take over from the more cautious approach. </b><br />
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<b>THE REMAINING QUESTIONS IN THIS AREA.</b><br />
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<b>These are some of the ideas that I'd like to foist upon you in the rest of this post and the next:</b><br />
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<b>1. What do the witnesses see as far as the entities and their behaviors are concerned?</b><br />
<b>2. Is there any substantial change in entities and behaviors across the decades?</b><br />
<b>3. Are the entities winged?</b><br />
<b>4. What did the Olde People of the old cultures think that these things were? </b><br />
<b>5. If really pushed, what would I say that my own preferred hypothesis was? </b><br />
<b>6. Do I think that Faery and UFOs are the same thing, or even closely resemble each other? </b><br />
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<b>I'm going to leave off this post with the entity galleries from the cases that I felt had stronger investigation/credibility. Staring at them for a bit sort of answers some of the questions above. I'll have more to say about each of the questions next time, but for now --- the fun of the pictures will do.</b><br />
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<b> Till next time .... </b>The Professorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07811807639219365621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019724693487670016.post-71134428036595591372020-06-20T13:06:00.000-07:002020-06-20T13:06:07.725-07:00Odd Encounters in the new century's first decade<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>Unique and near unique incidents --- the researcher's nightmare but still fun.</b><br />
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<b>An array like that just makes me want to run a finger up and down across my lips and go "BUBBUBBBUUBBUBBUBB" for a while. The Zebra-Centaur doesn't even allow me to claim that everybody is a quadrapedal humanoid. But just because we like to meddle in the Twilight Zone, and gobble up novelty whether it's good for us or not, ready or not, here they are:</b><br />
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<b>The Fairy Census cases first:</b><br />
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<b>OXFORDSHIRE (Fairy Census Case #110)</b><br />
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<b>Several people were camping in a place called Bluebell Woods. Looking towards a veritable sea of bluebells, first one person (the census reporter) then two other campers saw a large numbers of small blue orbs rising from that field. This was just before dawn and the darkness allowed the little lights to stand out.</b><br />
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<b>The witness felt an unusual silence (like the OZ effect) and a sudden chill. The lights, maybe up to a hundred count, danced around making beautiful patterns in the air. This display took place 75 feet away. Several minutes into this event, the group of lights came together and coalesced into a roughly humanoid form. The form seemed to turn its head towards them, and flew away over the flower field. Are Lightballs part of faery? Obviously some census reporters think that they are. Are Lightballs "intelligent?" Some researchers of lightfields (like Hessdalen, Marfa, or Yakima) think so. Once in a rare while I've come across a case reporting a set of BOLs which seem to gel into something beyond just their individual selves. Key to the Mystery?</b><br />
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<b> DERBYSHIRE (Fairy Census Case #32)</b><br />
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<b>Four adults in their 40s or so were walking in the woods. It was nighttime but some light remained. There, only ten feet away, was a shadowy bent figure, apparently cloaked in black with a hood. The figure stood only two foot tall. (This is unusual for such "awesome" black cloaked figure cases, as they are typically normal to tall in height.) </b><br />
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<b>They, even with four persons, didn't want to confront this thing, and walked past. The entity however did not go on, but followed them, just as a stalker might. This </b><b>began </b><b>completely freaking the witnesses out. For five minutes this stalking continued, but nothing further. Upon reaching their hostel in the camping area, the thing was now gone. This case badly needs something a bit more unusual to eliminate the hypothesis of a child in a costume cloak. Just the feeling of menace isn't enough. </b><br />
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<b> CORNWALL (Fairy Census Case #22)</b><br />
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<b>The witnesses here were a husband and wife who were doing the very pleasant thing of hiking in Cornwall seeing the famous megalithic sites. They had parked their car and visited the Men-an Tol and were passing the Men Scryfa heading towards Nine Maidens Circle (in good weather this is a wonderful thing to do, and I recommend it to all you younger healthier folks out there.) </b><br />
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<b>Down a slight hill came a running "man." He was normal sized but hardly running at normal pace: the land was flying beneath his feet. He had shoulder length hair of metallic fools-gold color, a long sleeved loose shirt and olive colored trousers. At about twenty meters, he stopped waved and smiled, then took off again in accelerated pace. </b><br />
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<b>The witnesses were a bit spooked about this and went on to the Circle. The weather changed to foggy mist with a purplish tint, and they joked about "going through a portal, and hoping the car was still there when they got back." After a few minutes in the Circle they stepped out and the fog broke and the Sun shown again. (MAYBE this is odd, maybe not. Folks familiar with Cornwall will know that singular little clouds can just suddenly show up, dump their contents on you out of a clear sky, and go on their way. This exact thing happened to me at Boscawen-un Circle.) </b><br />
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<b>The good fun of the experience was capped off when they came back to the Men-an Tol to find a pagan ritual in process which they respectfully watched for a while. Their car, by the way, was just as they left it, and they laughed. The witnesses say the following:</b><br />
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<b>"We think that this fellow was an elf. One of the Fair Folk that live in the parallel worlds to our own. He was too solid to be a ghost, and there were no signs that it might have been aliens." {I agree on both counts, but for different reasons} The witnesses said that they felt they were very lucky to have seen such a thing.Yep. Wish I had when I was there. Charles de Lint also thinks that this is a good place to meet the Little People :=} </b><br />
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<b>LANCASHIRE. (Fairy Census Case #70)</b><br />
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<b>The witness was a woman in her 50s. Near her neighborhood was a dense wood area composed of old trees from what once was an orchard with trees of many types. She liked to go there and spend some nature time. This particular day she noticed that one of the very old Oak trees had lost a huge branch, almost as big as the trunk itself. </b><br />
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<b>HARTFORD,MD (About paranormal.com case, year 2000) </b><br />
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<b>MARU, NIGERIA (2003) and earlier (I am at a loss for good provenance here as the source only says "UFO Round-up." The narrative sounds like a newspaper report.)</b><br />
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<b>I included this one mainly "just because." It's "funner" than most as kids would say. I'd wish for some kind of substantial report though. </b><br />
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<b>PROSPECT, CT (2003) (a report from a UFO reporting site.) </b><br />
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<b>That's our strange Ten for today. All of these can be considered unique. Almost all of them could be tossed into the convenient all-inclusive "Boggart Basket." Most of these can be considered "walks in the woods", which is perhaps the only familiar feeling thing about them. The OZ Effect shows up now and then. The last two cases are like cases that one comes across a fair bit in the casual literature --- odd creatures stepping out in front of cars or running at people in cars, sometimes even being run-over by them. But ... what does any of it mean? </b><br />
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<b>The first thing that I noticed about this array of seven incidents was that only two of them were from the British Isles. Also, all of them are knee-high to chest-high (1 to 4 feet.) Their clothes vary in color choice but all are relatively sharply dressed except one. Only one leans strongly to "elfin" pointed features. Do the encounters contain any details of greater interest? Interest is in the soul of the beholder (and all of this is interesting to me) but maybe a few things should be mentioned specifically. Let's just briefly run through this crowd. </b></div>
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<b>A. The Cornwall case: A witness in her 50s (with a couple of others apparently) saw several two-foot tall gnome-like little men dressed with flat hats and a variety of colors working beneath a line of trees. They appeared to be chatting among themselves while clearing up foliage. They had blondish hair streaked with gray, beards, and ancient faces. As they worked, "Small bright balls of light" moved over their heads among the leaves. No comment on how this experience ended. (Fairy Census Case #25.) </b></div>
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<b>B. The Cornelius Pass, OR case: Two male witnesses driving on an isolated road in mountains. Ahead a creature was crossing the road. It was humanoid with very long arms, such that when it was slumped over its hands dragged on the roadway. (I picture a slow moving chimp in my mind.) It was four foot tall with "an incredibly ugly" face. The passenger panicked as they approached and screamed "A Troll!! A Gnome!!!" and demanded rapid removal from the vicinity. The creature wore clothes and a small brimless pointed hat. It also seemed to have a pack on its back. (About paranormal.com) </b></div>
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<b>C. The Puerto Rico case: This case has had a little publicity because the gnome named himself "Sebastian Polizar" and stuff like that draws attention. The gnome in question appeared to the witness three times, the third of which was seen also by the witness' mother. Sebastian was always dressed in all white with a pointed hat and shoes. He would always suddenly be seen, stare awhile, and then vanish. One time the witness asked his name and got the reply. It seems that the original witness still thinks that she sees him (meaninglessly) occasionally. (About paranormal.com) </b></div>
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<b>D. The Cork case: The witness was a woman in her 50s sitting in her garden. It was a portentous night, being Samwain Eve and full Moon. There had been a "solid" fog that day, and a farmer had said to her "Pooka come down in mist." So, we're fully "programmed" for the arcane. As she watched, scurries of little men about two foot tall scrambled about her garden. They had dark complexions, big noses, and raggedy clothes. They were all in and around the bushes giggling and tumbling away. The odd negative in this was the accompanying music. She said that this music was "hypnotic" but made her feel sick. Overall she said that she doesn't know what she experienced, but was thankful that she had it. (That last remark is sort of an investigator's dream, by the way.) (Fairy Census Case #144)</b></div>
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<b>"D2". A second Cork case, without an entity seen. I want to mention this incident because it happened at the megalithic site of Drombeg Stone Circle. I irrationally like Drombeg Circle (that is a picture of an earlier version of myself standing between the entry stones --- no, sadly, the fairies continue to view my presence as eminently ignorable. I'm six foot tall, by the way, so these stones have significant size. The recumbent stone, in the back, see-able just under my arms, is dedicated astronomically to key positions of Moonrise, for what that may be worth.) This incident, by a female in her 40s, consists of her being involved with some kind of Pagan Ritual within the circle. It was her task to serve the other folks something and she had brought a knife to do so. Upon producing the knife, it was forcefully knocked from her hand. Unthinking as yet, she picked it back up and it was thrown out of her hand again. Stopping to think, she recognized that her knife was Iron, and as such shouldn't be employed in any such ritual. She apologized to whatever spirits were involved and things went on normally from there. I give this for what speculations you may want to imagine, but it at least fits the anti-Iron, pro-Copper fairy traditions. (Fairy census Case #143.) </b></div>
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<b>They knew that the witness was watching but continued their task of pulling some kind of old stump down the stream, using leather ropes. His fascination was broken by a "Thump" to his rear. There were three more of these little men just like the others. These three were hi-jacking his crock jar back down the bank to the stream, laughing all the way. Then there was a loud "SNAP!" and all of them were gone. Only their footprints still showed in the mud. ... leading nowhere. </b></div>
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<b>I'm an old Environmental Studies prof as a few of you know, and I've studied a lot of these clear-cutting projects on the Pacific coast. When I read that these are just for fire protection, I have my doubts, but maybe this one was. Or maybe that's what some of the employees are told, and then cut more than necessary. Regardless of proper environmentalism, our primary witness in this instance thought that he was doing something honorable, even though "what" he encountered did not seem to agree. </b></div>
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<b>His buddy came running over to ask what was wrong. The gnome was gone, and the worker was just standing there in shock. His partner forcefully sat the man down and tried unsuccessfully for 15 minutes to get the witness relaxed and back into normal head space. Finally he had to bring the supervisor over. Under the scrutiny, the witness said: "I saw an elf! (with an impolite adjective thrown in there somewhere.)" The supervisor did not berate him. The witness was suspicious about the silence and asked: have you seen it? The supervisor said "no." The witness said: "Have others seen it?" The supervisor nodded his head "yes." (Fairy Census Case #215)</b></div>
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<b>A. HAMPSHIRE, UK. 2007. The reporter is a male in his 50s. There was one other witness and they were walking a dog. <span style="font-size: small;">The witnesses were walking in the woods in mid-afternoon, and had just entered a clearing. There came a profound silence over the atmosphere and the dog glanced up. There, rushing across the field in their general direction was a tree. It was about ten foot tall. As it passed in its closest point, both witnesses could see that it had the smiling face of an entity formed in the bark. It then raced away. Both witnesses agreed as to what they had seen, and felt that some "nature spirit" of some sort must have just crossed their path. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">"Seven foot tall, slim. I could clearly see a trunk like body from the waist up, branch like arms and a quite haggard face with short branches coming from the top of the head and sides, but not like a true tree, they didn't seem to taper to twigs.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;">" Haggard/wizened face, seemed old. Bark-like heavy grooved texture of body and face, long branch like arms bent at the elbow area, unnaturally straight and thin arms, long hands. A few leaves scattered on the body and arms. 'Stumpy' branches from head." </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">If that isn't the telling of a smallish version of a Tolkien Ent I don't know what is. I read this last one and said "This is too good to be true." But what is my criterion for that knee-jerk? This tale is wonderfully and precisely told, without hubris or romance. It lacks just the face-to-face investigation and credibility check to be a foundation stone. But it doesn't have that, so .... SAY anyone in Devon!!! would you please go interview this lady?! Do the search for truth a favor. Find out if she is as true as she seems. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">Having gone through those three encounters, it was impossible not to be reminded that the UK's most famous recent fairy case (The Moyra Doorly incidents in Arran Isle in 2000) have embedded in them a case of "sticks" fairies. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">Whatever these things were they were reportedly UNpleasant. By the way, for reasons unknown to me, there is some extra interest "out there" in internet land about "The Arran Enigma" as my blog gets more hits on an old posting of that title than these recent ones (about 100+ last week.) If you're interested in that old post (I think that I still stand by what I wrote), it's searchable on this blog, or just plow backwards in time to November 8, 2011. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">.... and, as an add-on to that: on the mail-in site "Fairy Encounters" came one of those no-name, no-location, vague-time period (2000s) stories of a witness seeing a "stick-man" in a grove of walnut trees (believed by the witness to be "associated" with that grove). The Stick Man was a humanoid formed entity made entirely out of sticks, and perhaps six feet tall. </span></b><br />
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<b>So, under the "shade" of a magnificent ancient gnarled oak (photo by a fine photographer named Brian Robert Marshall, who did the striking thing above, with some color adjustment by me), what can we say that we heard today? </b><br />
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<b>I heard some extremely interesting narratives about entities resembling smallish Tolkien Ents, but not so impressed by the winged fairy cases. All five of the tree-man cases seem "attractive." None of the three winged cases strike me that way. (for different reasons.) </b><br />
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<b>When I began researching Leprecat, if anyone would have told me that at some point in the walk in the woods I'd start seriously considering Tree-men as denizens of Faery, I might have even laughed out loud. </b><br />
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<b>Next time? Probably not so strange. But Faery always intrigues me regardless.</b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b>The Professorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07811807639219365621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019724693487670016.post-27506029128146918872020-06-11T12:00:00.000-07:002020-06-11T12:00:01.952-07:00Strangers in Strange Lands: 90s faery from About.com<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>Today, strange stuff at least "One Step Beyond" in most of these encounters. Are any "real?" </b><br />
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<b>Most "comfortable" one first (as mentioned above, most of these are from anonymous entries to the About paranormal. com site, so we're in Ripley country.) </b><br />
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<b>Starting with an old friend, the classic gnome. The witness' language sounds a bit more like a male than a female, but ...? The witness sounds like an adult living in a neighborhood in San Diego, CA. With that vagueness to begin with, here is the tale. </b><br />
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<b>The person was out walking the dog and in a large back yard area owned by a friend. As they reached the friend's garage, the witness saw three little men. They seemed to be standing and talking together unaware of the presence of the witness or dog. Their height is not stated, only that they were "little men." They were dressed all in green from clothes to pointed hats. They wore large buckles on wide belts. All were bearded. As the witness then came round the corner of the garage, they spotted the witness and the dog. The dog ran towards them barking, but they turned and hastened through a break in the nearby hedge. </b><br />
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<b>The witness had a good attitude about anomalies, simply stating that we should all be open-minded and take them simply as they came without overly interpreting them beyond what was seen. </b><br />
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<b> Tinkerbell strikes again. The narrative here is written in a very feminine mode, but again I cannot tell the witness' gender. The environment of the incident sounds like a young person camping at night in their own backyard. (no other location)</b><br />
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<b>The witness was looking out of the tent when a sparkling light and the "sound of butterfly wings" (it must be a very perceptive ear to hear those I'd think) approached. Hovering about a foot from the ground, there was a tiny winged girl, very pretty and giving off a blue sparkle. Her wings were red. The fairy "sat down" on a nearby rock and began to converse in a voice so low that the witness could decipher almost none of it. </b><br />
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<b>"She made me so happy. But her dress was the best. She had a Tinkerbell-style dress which was royal blue, and her hair went down to her shoulders, which was wavy and golden with blue sparkles. I believe it was the best moment of my life so far." </b><br />
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<b>Well, I wouldn't ruin that feeling for "her." I wouldn't put this in my A-category report pile either. (sadly.) I do put it here because it is a wings case. We need to look them in the eye, and judge if they make sense. </b><br />
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<b>This narrative has the sound of a camping trip in some mountainous region, so let's imagine a Rocky Mountain forest type of setting. The witness was 16 at the time. There is no legitimate way of guessing gender. The incident was reported in 2005, and seems still relatively young so I'm calling this a late 20th century encounter. Despite the vagueness of the labeling details, this is a wonderful story.</b><br />
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<b>So ... the witness gets separated from the others camping/hiking and gets lost. The surroundings are no longer familiar. Feeling that sooner or later there will be a recognizable landmark, wandering continues until there is a lagoon visible at the bottom of a modest sized cliff face. The ground gave way, and the witness fell over. </b><br />
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<b>During the possibly fatal fall, a shadow appeared which resolved into a black-haired woman dressed Native American style in animal hides. She had differently colored eyes (silvery blue and glowing green) which were fascinating even given the frightening situation. The woman grabbed the witness as they "fell." </b><br />
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<b>The word "fell" is in quotes because now the fall slowed unnaturally to the point that the two landed softly near the lagoon shore. The befuddled witness asked her if she was an angel. She relied "no"but that (in some unspoken sense) this place, this natural area and lagoon, "belonged to her." She then turned and walked away out of sight into the forest shadows. </b><br />
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<b>The witness ultimately re-found the way out, and told the others, who laughed and assured that there was no such lagoon plus cliff face feature anywhere around there. The witness was adamant and returned the next week-end to check. There was no cliff nor lagoon found. </b><br />
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<b>Well .... would that all of that were true. A misplaced stray sod geography that is now here and now not, plus a gentle Nature Spirit of The Place who is helpful. I am all in for that sort of reality. Manitou (God Creator) is said to place Guiding and Guarding Spiritual Beings (The Manitoug) in charge of everything from species to forests to mini-biogeographies etc. Did our witness get blessed with a modern interaction? </b><br />
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<b>The site of the encounter in this one is Rural Quebec, and as usual a forested area. The witness was a kid of around ten years old. The narrative once again does not allow a determination of gender. </b><br />
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<b>The witness was at Summer Camp with a whole lot of other kids staying in cabins. Two of them were out on their own at night but still quite close to the cabin circle. They could see the central fire and hear the music. This camp was near the ocean, and when they got a "strange feeling of being watched" they turned towards the shore where a line of trees intervened. Among those trees was a very tall (seven feet) figure walking. It was glowing a bright blue. The light shimmered like an aura around it, and it made no noise as it walked. A lot of thoughts, none "happy", about what this could be flowed through their heads. Nevertheless they shouted out at it asking who or what it was. There was no reply and the figure continued walking until it was gone.</b><br />
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<b>The witnesses retreated, very scared, to the camp but only one person believed them. He said that he had watched a tall blue figure moving in the trees from a greater distance. Needless to say, a good UFO-style investigation on this one (given the multiple witnesses) would have been great. It is virtually unique as far as I am concerned. </b><br />
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<b><br />This witness gave his name (applause) and it seems that the location was in London. The date too was given: April 1994. The witness seems to have been a young man in his twenties, as he was in the workforce by that time. The downside of the report is that it is an "I just woke up" report. The narrative goes pretty far to negate the problem that adheres to that however, so, tentatively, OK. The case, brief though it is, is quite Whack. </b><br />
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<b>The witness had just switched off his alarm clock, got up, went to the toilet, came back and grabbed a cigarette (this is why I'm not as worried about the waking dream hypnogogia in this one --- there is physical activity involving other objects.) "Something" then stumbled into the room as if it was not quite in control. It looked in the opposite direction, then slowly turned its head in the witness' direction. This was exceptionally unnerving. The being, or whatever it was, was a seven foot tall "dog-man." The body was more or less human, while the head was the head of a dog. The predominant color was dark gray.</b><br />
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<b>The most bizarre aspect of this completely bizarre experience was that the witness could tell as it turned that this had height and width, but no perceivable depth. That is, it was as if it was only two-dimensional. Plus, its body seemed composed of "angles." When the thing seemed to focus on the witness and began to walk towards him, he let out a loud shout. The thing did not vanish. It instead stepped backwards and out the room door. </b><br />
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<b>... OK, MAYBE that wasn't THE most bizarre aspect of this, as a few years later this witness was rooming with a successful London artist. He saw one of her pictures where a normal scene had an inclusion in it: a dark-gray dog-man. The picture was dated April 1994 (Uhhh. YOW!) When she saw his reaction to that, she said: "Oh, I see that you've seen it too." </b><br />
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<b>I'm way out of my league on this one. Once in a while in UFO cases we get an encounter which has the feel of what I call a "blundered interface." Cases where it seems something from somewhere else has either deliberately or accidentally intersected with our space, but hasn't gotten that good at it, or at least lacks some control. One vision would be: Zack from Zork is a talented but erratic garage inventor on Epsilon Indi Four, and is somewhat incompetently messing about with dimensional warping. Another would be that a parallel world is occasionally brought into intersection by universal hiccups, unpredictably catching both sides by surprise. Let your imagination roll. </b><br />
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<b>Whatever is true, this story seems part Faery (strange being) and part not (two-dimensionality), with an undisclosed wildly separate second witnessing tossed in. As I said earlier: Whack. </b><br />
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<b>The witnesses here are husband and wife. No location nor date is given. Guesses as to the date would place this at around late 90s or early 2000s. The incident occurs upon waking up. The character of the report is such that I would have simply disregarded it as a version of The Old Hag dream syndrome, but there are TWO witnesses, so that seems very unlikely. </b><br />
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<b>The husband woke to see a black-hooded figure bending over him. Its only features were red fiery eyes. He screamed and flailed his arms and legs (in the Old Hag you don't immediately have the brain hormones active to do either of those.) This caused two things: his wife woke up, saw the thing, and started screaming, and the thing stood up straight as if itself startled. Several seconds of this standing and screaming went on.</b><br />
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<b>Then it was as if someone had pin-pricked a stretched balloon, the thing zipped erratically around the bedroom trailing black soot like coal dust. (Yep. This happens all the time ... Yep. That's normal, REAL normal. ) The "soot trail" ending, the witnesses jumped up and turned on lights. Nothing. Little sleep occurred for the rest of that night. </b><br />
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<b> One female witness, apparently as a child, in an area north of Houston, TX where the urban sprawl was carving away the natural landscape. The source here was not About paranormal.com, but a sighting report site called Fairy Oracle. </b><br />
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<b>The witness was in her garden when approaching her came a faun/satyr. It/he was about a foot tall ("Knee-High"). Its appearance was exactly like the way fauns are pictured in the fairy and folklore books. Some form of communication was tried by the faun, but she could not understand him. She had a clear impression that he was very angry, and thought that it was about the destruction of the trees in the area. </b><br />
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<b>This is all that the interaction amounted to. No means of disappearance nor leaving was mentioned. The witness was affected by the incident, however, and planted new trees in her yard. Her belief in fairies now also led her to begin to leave out "fairy gifts", but she never saw another. I've included this because it is a different folk form than we typically have, plus the narrative is not over-inflated. </b><br />
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<b>1999, unknown location. A lady named Marlene. I'm including this one because I knew a lovely lady named Marlene once (on a rather romantic tour to the old megaliths and Arthurian sites of the UK,) who would have reacted exactly like this witness did. </b><br />
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<b>The witness was honoring the Moon with arms outstretched in thanks for the Creation and all its "beautiful people." Overtop her home, there were two hovering lights. She wondered: are those just cobwebs or something reflecting the light? The lady that I knew would have asked the "scientific question" first just as she did. But as would have been also true, the witness did not want to ignore the opportunity for something more interesting, and held her left hand out to say: I mean you no harm. </b><br />
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<b>The glowing lights then came slowly down, one nesting in her hand. She saw now that these were fairy forms: a female in her hand, and a male hovering near. Before anything else could take place, however, her daughter came running out of the house to ask for help with her homework and the fairies just vanished. (There is no description in the narrative about details of appearance by the way --- something that "my" Marlene surely would have given.) This witness went on to be somewhat fascinated with fairies (understandably) with no known other impact. She has never seen them since that night. </b><br />
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<b>8 claims today. What might I say without totally embarrassing myself? I have a classic gnome in San Diego that I like, and a superb Nature Spirit in Native American garb which I think quite wonderful. These two encounters I could easily see as part of Faery, but softly, given their poor reporting mechanism. I have "Marlene's" glowing BOL fairies and the little Houston faun, which fit the genre, albeit not the majority types. </b><br />
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<b>And then there are the other four: A mini-classic Tinkerbell which I'm uncomfortable with NOT because of that so much, but because the age and environment here are conducive to imagination in the extreme --- this witness claims that "she?" could hear butterfly wings. Another is, of course the blundering two-dimensional dog-man. Nothing about that relates to Faery as it comes to me. The huge blue-glowing man in the trees doesn't either, and the evil red-eyed shooting about soot bag being is another hard fit for anything. </b><br />
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<b>Some of these seem softly real; others way off course. </b><br />
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<b>Today I'll cover a Baker's Half-Dozen incidents, coming mainly from sources like "Letters." If the details of cases like these tend to match others we've read, then I think we're getting somewhere non-trivial, and possibly ultimately important. So .... </b><br />
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<b> This case comes from FATE Magazine by way of Janet Bord. The witness was a 15 year old male and the location was the Aran Islands of Ireland. He was on a morning walk by the seaside. He saw two fishermen sitting on a bank ahead casting into the sea. On his approach, he saw that they were only three and a half foot tall, and dressed leprechaun/gnome style in all green with brown boots. One of the two had a flat hat and a gray beard. </b><br />
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<b>They began laughing and talking in Irish (content not described) and then just jumped over the bank, apparently into the sea. The witness hurried over to look for them, but they were nowhere to be seen. On the ground lay a pipe, which he assumed they must have left. He took it home and secured it in a locked box. When he attempted to retrieve it, it was not there. The witness was naturally somewhat fixated by all of this and took a camera and tape recorder out with him on his walks from then on. One day he did indeed see them again. Neither the camera nor the recorder recorded anything despite the try. </b><br />
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<b>Another case from FATE by way of Janet Bord. This one took place in that credibility nerve-wracking location of Mt. Shasta, CA. This one has a firm date of 1993. </b><br />
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<b>The witness was a young (I think) woman on a camping trip walk on her own. She enjoyed these closeness-to-Nature situations and felt that they induced a natural meditative state (I'm completely with her on this, by the way, so such commentary is not driving me away from this narrative but sympathetic to it.) </b><br />
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<b>Near dusk, she heard what she felt to be children singing, and walked into a clearing. There on the ground were eleven tiny (one foot tall) electric blue glowing beings. They seemed to flicker and pulse and were nearly transparent. They had large wings, delicate and lacy, which were larger than the bodies of the fairies themselves. She was holding her breath, but had to breathe out. When she did, the fairies looked at her, leaped up, and vanished. </b><br />
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<b>Going over to the site, she found blue powder on the ground. Believing this to be "fairy dust", she collected it, took it home, felt that it had magical properties to bring people good if she sprinkled it on them. ... ummmm. </b><br />
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<b>Let me try to "save the data" on this incident (hard to do, I know) by discarding her belief that she collected magical dust which grants good fortune to others. The case, even with that, runs hard against the explorer's soul due to Mt. Shasta being called a Sacred Site right off the bat, she seeing winged fairies against our collective grain, and then the Pixy Dust regardless of what its properties might be. I'm forced to go deep gray basket here. </b><br />
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<b>Ah. Just seeing that little Pukwudgee drawing makes me relax a bit. (Yes, I'm demonstrating a prejudice that I didn't know that I would have when I began this whole catalog long ago.) This case is from a Native American site which often has very authentic sounding stuff, and which gets critiqued by others. The witnesses were two males apparently in their twenties or thirties, at the Redlake Native American Reservation in Minnesota. These two cousins enjoyed taking long walks along the trails, one of which had an old stone cabin on it. </b><br />
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<b>One cousin decided to go out and camp at this building and the other was too frightened of the idea and stayed behind at what was on that night an empty home. As the night wore on, the scared cousin got agitated, and left in search of the other cousin. This was about 3am. Forest noises added to his fear and these woods had, for instance, bear in them. </b><br />
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<b>In the distance there was music, sounding like flutes. This terrified him even more and though driven to go forward, he actually fainted. When he came to, he saw a stubby little man with his back to him, playing on a flute. The music calmed him, and he tried to get to his feet without making noise. But he did. The being leaped up and turned. It had very long hair down to its knees, big black lips and beady eyes. It was three and a half foot tall. It spoke something not understandable and stepped closer. The witness ran wildly away, but luckily for him straight into the campfire area of his cousin. He told his story but wasn't believed. </b><br />
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<b>They went inside the building to sleep. Later in that night, his cousin woke him with a warning to keep quiet. Together they went to a window. Out in the clearing only six feet away, five of these little people were making music and dancing. At a noise caused by the second male tossing a rock, the five pukwudgee ran into a cavity in the tree and disappeared. </b><br />
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<b>This is a bit of a lollapaloosa of a story. The Minnesota little people do fit a pattern, but not flute music for Native American hairy dwarves so much. The main witness seems a bit hysterical, but I should admit that people differ in the amount of nervous fortitude they have. Maybe, as detailed and long as this case is, I should give it credit. </b><br />
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<b>Wow. Of all places. Roswell, New Mexico. The witness report comes through a source unfamiliar to me, despite that it claims to be generally a UFO gathering site (something called Nonhuman Research Agency by Robert Goerman.) This witness (an adult woman who saw this in 1997) wrote to Goerman but it is not known whether an actual interview followed. </b><br />
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<b>One early morning, the witness and her dog were out in her backyard at a picnic table. It was morning coffee time. She and her dog saw something just at the neighbor's fence. The dog sprinted over. The owner followed. </b><br />
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<b>The being was a foot tall, and very stocky. It had big bushy eyebrows and a beard, both gray. He wore a gray woolen shirt without buttons and gray pants. He also had soft brown boots. The dog turned and ran into the house and cowered. The witness stayed. She saw the little man turn and walk with a waddle towards a chinaberry tree. When it got to the tree, it appeared to just walk into it and vanish. Naturally there was no door or entrance in that tree. </b><br />
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<b>Wish that I had a good investigation on this one (but of course I always wish this, but the details claimed here are nicely in concert with the pattern of our best cases.) </b><br />
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<b>No location on this late 20th century incident, and a mediocre provenance: Jeff Wells' Rigorous Intuition blogspot --- nothing against him, but that means another anonymous claim. Despite all that, the case has a simple story. </b><br />
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<b>A person is trying to get to sleep in his parents' home. He hears something about the size of a large cat running on his roof. This bothers him and he cannot doze off. Instead he is confronted (while still in bed) by an old man, quite small (about four foot tall) and having a very serious old-looking face. The being had dark clothes, and carried a lantern and a sack across his shoulder. Several tings (cap, sack, and lantern light) were red. </b><br />
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<b>This is another in a set of 8 incidents which happened to the primary reporter and his family and friends from the area around his home in New Brunswick. The fact that this fellow tells so many incidents, briefly yet clearly, and nearly each for a different but well-known (to him) witness, has given me an irrational confidence in the whole set. (He could have been a New Brunswick MacManus with some effort.) </b><br />
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<b>In this one the witness was the reporter's high school art teacher. The teacher told the encounter to just a few favored students. The year was 1997. The teacher had come home from teaching and, upon entering his living room, there were five or six little men. A couple were sitting on the couch watching the TV and a couple were sitting ON the TV. The teacher dropped his jaw and his bag of groceries. They were classic gnomes dressed in red, blue, and green, all with red gnomic hats. The gnomes laughed at him, jumped around, and then ran off. (Since they could sit atop a TV set, they must have been quite small. I'll estimate this at about a foot tall.) </b><br />
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<b>This report came from one of those fairy encounter type sites. It is unusually lengthy, detailed, and in its way reasonable. It has an actual location (Platteville, WI) and a rough date of the very late 20th century. The case allegedly had two witnesses and would have been a great UFO-investigator opportunity. But there is almost no "fairy." What MIGHT be there is a "Stray Sod" element. If it wasn't for that possibility, I'd probably skip this.</b><br />
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<b>Two young men in their twenties I believe, decided to drive to the outskirts of town to an old cemetery. They had it in their minds that it would be fun to go in there, get into the right "atmosphere" and maybe see a fairy (they had just been reading Katherine Briggs.) As it was illegal to go into this cemetery after hours, they parked the car surreptitiously and slid into the place at a spot bounded by a large ditch (the cemetery sat below the roadway and the ditch bank hid them.) They sat there quietly for quite a time when they both saw a small dark figure spinning rapidly. It was a human-shaped figure of only five inches tall. It moved "gracefully." Five minutes later the thing disappeared. </b><br />
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<b>All of this is soft, but I kind of like the New Brunswick, Roswell, Minnesota, and Aran Islands encounters, all of which meet the general pattern of "known" Little People incidents. They are either one foot tall or three and a half foot tall creatures. The bedroom lantern gnome and the pixy dust leaving transparent winged beings have their peculiar awkward aspects. The dark spinning mini-figure might not have had a reasonable sighting at all. </b><br />
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<b>There are quite a few possibly entertaining cases from About paranormal. com internet site. I'll try to sift out a few of those next time and then we can get into the 21st century. </b><br />
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<b>This post will try to do what we can with this "modern world" situation wherein witnesses no longer bother to say much about their claims, and investigators are rarely to be found in any form. It's a shame. There are still very interesting tales being told; and I'll re-tell some of them here. But in these 90s we're in danger of losing all this data. Simon Young's Fairy Census saved some of that data even if in anonymous forms, ... but it's a step. ... and entertaining. Below I'm going to begin this decade with a big gallery of some of these tales. Then let's dive into some of the pictured critters encounters.</b><br />
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<b> The numbers that exist near some of the cartoons are erratically placed there by me, just to have some reference in case you want to check the appearance for the tale we're discussing. I'll begin with several of The Fairy census cases. </b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Fairy Census Case #114: Somerset, UK.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="font-size: small;">A woman in her twenties was walking along a forest path, her companions having gone on ahead. She turned a corner on the trail, and experienced a strange atmosphere of extreme quiet (The OZ effect.) There was an unusual mist on the path there. It seemed to be glowing. Within that glow, the witness saw a "procession." Now within the area of mist, a troop of small figures in mediaeval dress were marching. They were three foot tall beings who carried lanterns as they marched. They seemed to see her, but merely marched on by. She believed that the experience lasted 3 to 5 minutes, but once checking her watch, it seemed to her to have lasted ten times as long. (Cartoon#6.) </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fairy Census Case #136: Yorkshire, UK.</span></span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="font-size: small;">The witness was a woman in her thirties. The encounter occurred inside. (Which, for me, is usually worrisome.) This is a very poor narrative in that it does not tell the reader what the witness was doing. She does claim an OZ Effect just before the event. The happening involved the flying of a seven foot tall female winged fairy across the room. The fairy was blonde haired and pink skinned and clothing undescribed. The wings were translucent pink. As she flew about she sprinkled glittery pink fairy dust around. The witness said that she thought the fairy had come to make her life better. (Cartoon #5.) </span></span></span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Flying fairies sprinkling "fairy dust" around is a distinctly non-traditional idea, hardly being referred to in any sense until Walt Disney has Tinkerbell throw it around. Some "dust" does appear in old stories to blind witnesses or allow witnesses to see Glamour --- but even that is rare. This story is the sort of thing which rings all the wrong bells: No good narrative; piecemeal entity description; feelings by the witness that she has been specially gifted; a gut feeling on my part that this drama could have been a form of hypnogogic semi-waking dream. But ... I don't know this, so in the interest of objectivity, and because this case contains the dreaded "wings", albeit on a monstrously big Tinkerbell, I include it. </span></span></span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fairy Census Case #38: Devon, UK. </span></span></span></span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="font-size: small;">The witness was a female in her twenties.</span> </span>This is a case where the witness wants to appear "cool" and so degrades the narrative. The main difference between this claim and the last case is that this witness here narrates a fairly smooth sequence of events from the start to finish. If we disregard the glib talk, the story is credible. The strangeness of this narrative is equal to the Yorkshire case, but strange as it is, this one is not outside the range of the stories in the previous tales in the past blogs. So, on to the case description, but with a bit more confidence. (Cartoon #2)</span></span></span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Here goes: Four people were camping near "an ancient woodland." They had a cabin and were partying. She heard a babble outside that sounded like children's voices. The others didn't hear it. She went outside and got scared and ran back in. Later in the night, she got herself back together and went for a walk in the woods. She kept seeing movements out of the corner of her eye. She said to herself that she didn't want these to be fairies (she said that she'd rather see a UFO since that would be cooler.) Not wanting to stare at them, she still saw that they were a troop of "pixie-like folk" dressed in mediaeval ways, that seemed to exist in a smaller scale. When she brushed past a branch, it exposed the painted end of a cart which normally would be drawn by a horse. This rattled her enough that she hurried back to the cabin. </span></span></span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">After a while she got antsy and went back out. This time she saw them again, and challenged herself to prove to herself that she wasn't hallucinating. To do that, she intensely focused on the central figure in the mediaeval setting. This figure she called an "Elf Queen" and was standing on the far bank of the river, perhaps 20 feet away. She was "robed in a tight-fitting cream garment with copper-colored trim and she had brunette hair pulled into a matching ornate head dress." The accompanying fairy folk were dressed in "classic" red and green "elf type gear." She saw them far less clearly than she saw the Elf Queen. All this continued to shake her and she went rapidly back to the cabin and convinced one of her friends to drive her back to the city. She later wrote a letter to FORTEAN TIMES to report this incident. </span></span></span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">The witness was in her twenties at the time of the incident. She was driving on a country road in an isolated area. As she approached something off the road on the verge, she saw that it was a little person pushing a cart or a wheelbarrow there on the grass. The being was three foot tall, and dressed in a two or three piece light green suit, and having a green hat. The witness was shocked by the unexpected vision and just drove by. Looking in the rear view mirror, she found that the little man and his wheelbarrow had just disappeared. </span></span></span></span></span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">That's it. A good old fashion "now you see me, now you don't" crossing of paths. (Cartoon#34)</span></span></span></span></span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fairy Census Case #242: Carolinas, USA.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">The witnesses were two teenagers (one at least female.) The main discomfort in this story is that the two were out in the woods deliberately looking for signs of fairies. Just at dusk, and carrying "gifts" for the fairies, they walked 50 yards into the woods and halted in a clearing near some cedar trees. They made a small fire and poured wine into it, leaving some in a seashell as a more permanent offering. They then sat around and waited. They poured water on the fire and wrapped up in a blanket. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Quite some time passed and then they inexplicably<span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="font-size: small;">began to feel a "Wild Presence" which they could not put into words. They looked towards the seashell with the wine. Over it at about two feet there were hovering and dancing in a circle, a group of colorful small BOLs. The witnesses watched this for a while and then the BOLs vanished. The witnesses then panicked and ran all the way to their home. There were no shaped forms, just the colored lightballs, but both witnesses felt that there were presences associated with them. (cartoon #45)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">The main reporter here also said that she and her family members had seen at different times things like black-cloaked "ghosts", a mysterious Black Dog, and an odd tract of forest which location could not be re-located upon later attempts to locate it. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fairy Census Case #106: Oxfordshire, UK. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">The witness was a female in her twenties. (Yep. That again.) The witness was riding a bus back from work, when she got a tingly feeling. She had been distracted and this came just as she passed her stop by mistake. Getting off at the next stop, she began walking back. In time she came to a thorn tree (a tree type that she knew, as a druid aficionado, as a fairy tree.) When she passed the tree she thought that she saw movement and a shape walking behind her. She turned several times, but no one was ever there. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">She kept walking to the back gate of the field of her family's property. Turning slightly then, she saw a "classic gnome": two foot tall and dressed all in leathery brown, but with a cap instead of a peaked floppy hat. After that glimpse, she saw him many other times, once even bending over her cat and stroking it. This encounter seemed to open her up to other experiences of faery, as she, for instance, later on at an Easter Sunrise (Beltane ceremony?) saw some "bark-skinned figures" came out of trees to watch the service. She also had a couple of other incident types, including a "Green Man" sighting and one of a radiant figure by a stream. (Cartoon #1)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">The witness being a "practicing druid" bothers me as to independence of the witness' credibility. Other than that, the story doesn't violate previous encounter details. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fairy Census Case #27: Cornwall, UK. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">The witness was a male in his twenties (well, at least there's some variety here.) He was driving down an isolated road which was bordered by hedgerows on both sides. There came into the moment a strange feeling of "definite silence" in the air (our OZ Effect again.) At the same time he felt compelled to look closely at the hedgerow. There standing was a two and a half foot tall "old man." The description was: brown-leathery skin, old looking face, hooked nose, large ears, bald with little other hair. Very large hands. He was wearing only a loincloth, looking very angry and pointing right at the driver with his index finger. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">The witness braked strongly. He then realized that the road suddenly swung at a bad angle towards a sea wall. Had he not braked suddenly he felt that he would have driven over that seawall and over the cliff it protected (since he was driving too fast.) This man had made an error sometime previously on his trip and was not on the road that he intended. (his wife and child were also asleep in the car, so he considered this as a helpful warning act which saved their lives.) (Cartoon #4)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fairy Census Case #217: Arkansas, USA.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">The witness was a female in her teens (along with a younger sister, who however wandered off and did not see the being.) They were visiting at their grandparents' place which had a woods on the back of the property. This was a place that they went to play along with the family dog. There were low hills and a stream there and exploring was fun. The younger sister ran happily up the hillside and over, but the dog stayed with the witness. Suddenly it stopped walking and began leaning against her with raised hackles. It was looking opposite the direction from that where the younger sister ran.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">In that direction there was a blonde woman, dressed in white and walking towards her. But she was making no noise, despite the dry leaves. In fact there was no noise anywhere at all (OZ again.) No bird sound. No wind. She glowed and she smiled and waved. Her dog moved, and the girl glanced down. Just then the woman vanished. (cartoon not numbered above.) </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">These are the most interesting to me of the Fairy Census cases in this batch. There are, of course, quite a few cases from other sources. Next time I'll try to cover others from the 90s. As has been mentioned previously, all of the high credibility cases of the "50" presented in earlier posts were from earlier years except for three. Only one of the better credibility cases is from the 90s (the TV documented "Shadow-cutter" case.) The cases today and in the next 90s posting will all be softer credibility cases, but I'll at least try to pick interesting ones. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b> LEPRECAT number 7: containing the 80s and 90s. </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">We're creeping up on the modern world now, and maybe Faery will fade away. "We" certainly don't seem to have much belief in them anymore. But you and I keep the faith, right? So, let's put on our bravest faces and see if "they" still sneak out and show themselves from time to time.</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> So, there aren't a lot of them there above, but we might have a few keepers. ... at least some "somethings" to hold onto. ... and I have a few non-illustrated ones for later. We are heavily dependent upon our trustworthy natures this time, as five of the ten cases above are Fairy Census reports. The other five include newspaper stories and websites. Let's begin with the five Fairy Census encounters. (In no order.) </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">1. SCOTLAND. 1980s. A female witness in her 30s. Fairy Census case #177. </span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> She was out very early in the "morning" (c. 3am) walking in a woodland. She was staring at the plants growing at her feet, when she bumped into an invisible barrier. The environment became utterly silent (The OZ Effect.) Looking up, she saw a figure on a horse. It was life-sized. There was no motion, as if this was a statue. The horse was white, and the figure was green --- a shining green as if all of this was made of light. The horse and rider then faded into the air. The witness interpreted this as a fairy vision, as she had spent time cleaning this area of debris from a rubbish tip nearby, and felt a peacefulness as if thanked by the spirit(s) of the place. </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Certainly an interesting tale. Seems more "apparition" than fairy, and the OZ portends (more and more for me) some penetration of two realities (ours and one other "X") which could include all those apparitional pictures and filmstrips from the past. Obviously I don't know what I'm talking about here.</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">2. HAMPSTEAD HEATH, UK. 1987. A female witness of 18. Fairy Census case #82.</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> She and many others were camping on the heath. Awakened by the morning sun streaming into the makeshift tent, she saw much movement outside. Also, a strange silence had overcome the forest sounds (OZ Effect again.) A sudden unexplained chill hit her. A morning mist hung in the trees where dozens of small fairy beings moved in the branches. There were 50 or 60 of these "dryads" scurrying about. They were an almost transparent pale green with yellow wings. No clothes. High energy. (size is not stated but must be bird-sized small or not much bigger.) She watched these beings for a long time (disappearance is not stated.) This witness claims a second fairy experience, possibly in her home in Melbourne --- likely the Derbyshire village, not the Australian Melbourne. In this second encounter, the "fairies" were Balls-of-Light buzzing around her living room "for a few hours." </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">What to make of this? OZ again is interesting. This case is a rare Wings case. The witness obviously likes the ideas associated with fairies, and calls the first group "dryads" despite them not being much like classic tree and plant spirits. I'm always uncomfortable with the "just-woke-up" encounters. </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">3. LINCOLNSHIRE, UK. 1980s. A male witness in his teens. Fairy Census case #78.</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> The witness was in his family's back garden wherein grew a willow tree. He was sitting beneath it. Looking over his shoulder he sensed motion and felt an electric tingle. Five very tiny humanoid beings (less than a foot tall and slender compared to dwarves). But they had a classic dress for gnome cases: Brown to dark green clothes, tights, sturdy boots, smock-like top. But even though they had gnomish wrinkled faces, their features were more angular and having narrow eyes. They stared at one another (the witness felt that they had an understanding about each other) and then marched off beneath a bush. The witness was certain that these creatures were "physical" (though he could not have known that really.) The persons had voices, very light and small of pitch like in the range a kitten might make. The witness rejected the idea that these were things like ghosts/apparitions etc. </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Neat case. Close to a classic gnome encounter. Intelligent witness. Beings sort of small tweeners of gnomes vs elves. </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">4. ESSEX MOORS, UK. 1980s. A male witness in his 20s. Fairy Census case #49. </span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> The witness was camping with a group near the moors. One evening he had a "call of nature" and moved slightly away from camp to answer it. He walked over to a hedgerow. Before he could begin his task, he was confronted by a largish hole in the hedge from which came an amount of light. Standing in that light, in silhouette but clearly outlined, was a two to three foot tall entity standing with hands on hips. The witness got the impression (without verbal communication) that the being was seriously angry about what he was about to do. As this sort of "emotional surprise" can cancel one's desire along this line, the witness, being now well scared, abandoned his mission and scurried off. The next morning, he had renewed courage and went back to the spot. There was now no hole in that hedge. </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Though many will find all of that humorous, I could do without the "humanity" part of the story (which WAS told simply without dwelling on things at least.) The part that DOES intrigue me was the lighted opening no longer there in real world time the next day. A "Portal?" </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">5. OXFORDSHIRE, UK. 1980s. A male witness in his 20s. Fairy Census case #108.</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> This witness views himself as sort of a counter-culture character, but his narrative gives me some hope that he is basically a "free spirit" without an agenda. Anyway, we join him as he's sitting meditating in a prehistoric tomb chamber (you see what I mean.) He's meditating by looking down the passageway of the tomb, and appearing in that passageway is a two-foot tall figure. He had a round face full of fine wrinkles. He had on a pure white pointed conical hat of apparently brushed wool. Clothing was vague in memory. The figure seemed inquisitive with a benevolent attitude. He then just vanished. The witness later heard that several others had seen such a being in the area. He thought of this as a gnome and nature spirit. He then said something which could be important for credibility: "The strange thing for me was that it wasn't how I imagined such beings." </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">In some ways (small gnomish figure, instant vanishment, association with prehistoric site), this incident strikes a resonant chord. </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">6. CRIEFF, Scotland. 1980s. An adult and four kids witnessed this. From Janet Bord's Fairies.</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> The witnesses were walking along a path on a Sunday. Ahead of them was coming what appeared to be an old lady. "Unfortunately" as she got nearer, she was seen to have no feet, and was floating above the ground. She continued to disappear from her feet upwards, while making a sound, interpreted either as "tee hee" or as " taigh shidhe". Taigh Shidhe has been translated as "fairy mound." Ms. Bord interprets this as possibly establishing a link between ghosts and faery. </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Well, I'm ready to be wrong, but I don't. The case seems VERY apparitional. And the witnesses cannot assert with any assurance that the voice said anything in Celtic. Even if that latter was true, there's a difficult task to connect an apparition with a Celtic phrase with Fairies. I bother to argue against Janet Bord (one of my heroes) here for a simple reason: the old people separated ghosts from Faery cleanly. When the going gets tough, I'm sticking with the Old Folks. </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">7. NEW BRUNSWICK. 1986. A young girl of about six witnessed this. Website report.</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> The witness' family ran a potato farm. It was full of potato storage barns. One day the girl saw a figure standing in the entryway of one of the barns. She initially thought it was a farm hand and called out to him. It wasn't. She had begun running towards "him" but she then saw that this was a tall male figure with no facial features. He/it was "transparent" having a liquid like appearance. Much later in her life, she saw the movie The Terminator, and was stunned to see what she saw so long ago. At the time, she halted when the thing seemed to beckon to her, and she ran away. Years later, unable to express her feelings then, she said "It was like looking through Time." She admitted that she couldn't explain why she felt that way. </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">What can we say about this? It seems to stand alone. An utter mystery to me.</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">8. WINCHESTER JUNCTION, Hampshire. 1980. 2 witnesses adults. Paranormal database.</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> There was a dis-used piece of railroad track near Worthy Down. A husband and wife were walking there taking photos. Twelve-fifteen feet in front of them, something rose from the tracks. It was a small two to three foot tall (child-sized) being dressed in a muddy-colored coat. It had a hood and showed the face of a child. It had, however, slanted dark eyes. The husband held his wife's hand, stepped forward and said "Hello." The being turned to its left and vanished. </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">VERY classic gnomish/elfin encounter but VERY brief report. This is another example of a potentially super case with way too little for the researcher to go on. </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">9. FLAG STOP, Nome, AK. 1988. Group of young men witnessed. Newspaper report.</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> Several teenagers out driving after midnight. See a "?" ahead. Coming nearer they see that this is a little man glowing green. Thinking that this is a fun thing, they try to race with this entity who runs the road at 50mph. It was two to three foot tall. Something happened and they ran over the being, but it seemed just to "flatten out" with no bump. They panicked and drove into town, but they picked up more kids and went back out. They found the little greenish man again in a different area. The thing changed color from green to silver. Two of the boys tried to run it down on foot. The being reversed the roles and chased them. Finally all was over. But the next night something similar happened again. Apparently that night even adults saw the thing. On a third night three of the beings showed up, and more chasing and observation occurred. More color shifting happened. </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">I'm completely boggled, even more than usual on this one. This is a combination of full-of-action yet low on detail. BIG need for better data. If true, one of the very few repetitive and highly paranormal incidents around. </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">10. NOME, AK area. somewhat earlier than the above. One adult male witness. Newspaper case.</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> This is very much more in the Native American traditions of the Alaskan cultures than the previous case. Here a village fisherman was in an isolated situation where the environment was rough. This fisherman was visited by a group of several little men (two to three foot tall?) He welcomed them and they conversed in "eskimo" (content undescribed). The Little People all had backpacks, and were dressed as if on a hunt. Sealskins pants, mukluks, white skin parkas. They had facial hair. Their manner was friendly. </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">This, at least, has all the earmarks of a normal-paranormal encounter. </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">All that was hard work at the old panning stream with few nuggets to show for it. The five Fairy Census cases were interesting and for all we know, good ones, but ... The same thing can be said of the second Nome case. So, I'll try to add a little something to this 80s post, by adding a few non-illustrated incidents. </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">(Hmmmm... a few cartoon drawings just showed up for some 80s cases. Three try to illustrate some of the last five, and there are three others. Since blogging is supposed to be fun, why not put them up here?) </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">As to the general group of the whole post: </span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">These cases have some possibilities as to truth. The real value of these sorts of claims is whether they help constitute a genuine pile of respectable incidents, which has enough coherence to support a pattern. All our explorations here through these posts have been with the hope that either enough rock solid credibility cases will arise to make a stand-alone argument for some sort of paranormal reality, or that a lesser but not insignificant number of strong cases will arise to serve as foundationstones for a much greater pile of "just maybe" quality cases, which together make almost a statistical case for the anomaly. As I've said: this is not like UFO research. We don't have the overwhelming firepower. But we seem to have SOMETHING which can be presented without embarrassment. There seems to be a lot of flawed evidence here which can be anchored by the fewer Rocks that we have upturned. </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Next time will be a try at the 1990s. </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>We're battling with a difficult subject. The Gold from the rough ore is rare. But we find some now and then. The consequences of uncovering that such a non-textbook reality exists and has done so all along should be important to our view of our existence. So ... on that not really overstated opening remark ... let's go down to the mountainside creek bed and pan for nuggets awhile. There is at least one "gem" today, and (I intuit) at least a half dozen others. ... and sure, Mr. Scientist out there, we're not "proving" anything. Instead let's just enjoy letting some fresh air into those old gray dismally un-alive spaces.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b> The crude version of the color code is this: I like the orange; I like the yellow and the green almost as much with some variations within the group; I'm bolixed by the purple, and wonder if the pink is reported correctly. The white is weak. And then there's the Dover Demon --- was it even a thing? (I was disappointed initially with the information quality on the general net about this (given it's publicity). But I have my own file somewhere which I haven't seen for a while, so ... Right now I've decided to just start writing about the others, and when finished, go back to the reports and make up some kind of opinion on this later --- so, at this moment, consider it a blank slate.) Let's start with The King:</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>WOLLATON PARK, Nottingham. 1979. Kids --- but a lot of them, and quick reporting to and questioning (even separated) by adults, and then continued questioning in later days --- plus what looks to be an independent support for the claims. Credibility: pretty good. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>THE ACTION: this takes place in a large park grounds, and you can look at some of it below.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Four kids were playing near a swampy area in the park near dusk. (there might have been a fifth child (these kids were ages 8 to 10) as a later report came in about this event.) While there, the kids were excited by the appearance of upwards of 60 little men, described like classic gnomes. These little men were whizzing about the woods in miniature cars; the cars apparently not touching the ground, but following the park paths. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>The little gnomes were apparently having a blast, joyfully blitzing about two to a car, seemingly chasing and racing. The kids tried chasing also, but could never get close enough to touch them. The little men looked quite a bit like my original drawing above, which is based on a drawing by one of the students. The kids watched (joyfully for them, too) for 15 minutes. The beings were about two feet tall. The kids told their parents and then their teacher, who "interviewed" them separately and received coherent stories. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>These are two of the Leprecat pages for this case. Alongside the drawing is a report that came into Simon Young for his Fairy Census (he actually received several.) This addendum to the regular Wollaton seems to come from a fifth person (age 13 or 14) who was also enjoying the park that day, sitting in a tree at the time. His descriptions correlate with the other children's (whom he did not know.) Another letter to the census reported a second late 70s case of a Little Man (one and a half foot tall) which appeared as a very bright white light formed like a human. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>You and I are not of the same explorative "minds" almost certainly. So you probably disagree. But for me this is a really good case in support of the existence of gnomic creatures which might still manifest in our modern world. The only thing that I've ever experienced which gives me the feel of the "action" here is watching landscape guys on fast lawn mowing mini-tractors, having a blast zipping over slopes of low hills. But the rest of this is nothing like any of that. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>On the more "fun" side, I wonder about the little cars --- instead of horse-and-carriage which were the standard format in older times. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>The other probable Good One: DULUTH, MN. 1979. This case was not formally reported for many years, but when it was, it was reported to a UFO organization in Minnesota, and by the original witness. So it got a UFO investigation interview. That report, unlike most fairy materials available, was several pages long --- this sort of thing is VERY welcome, even if the other material doesn't seem greatly germane. This witness by the way was a lady who regularly kept a journal. She had kept a record of this incident and still had it. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>The evening was around dusk, and she and her friend were driving back from a bridal shower. They had the lights on for added security as they drove. Up ahead of them they saw three persons (or so they thought) who seemed to be on bikes of some kind because they were rapidly zig-zagging from side to side on the road. The reporting witness told her friend that she hoped that these "kids" were paying attention, because their car was catching up. As their car closed the gap, two of the beings (who now were seen as not having bikes at all, but flying down the highway a few feet off the ground) took a sharp left over the roadside ditch and "parked" in the field. The third stayed in the road "dead center to our right headlight." The driver came to a stop, and they stared at the being. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>East Hull, UK. 1977. This is an incident reported in Fortean Times. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>An Army pc was watching an unusual fog lying across some recreational fields sometime after midnight. He was worried that perhaps it was caused by a fire. As he moved into the field, he saw within the fog cloud, three figures. They were one male and two females dressed in mediaeval clothing. The figures were dancing in a circle, one arm raised as if they were doing an old revel around a maypole, although no such pole was visible. He had a very good look at these three as he grew close, but at a distance of 50 feet, the entirety of the action vanished. This so startled the witness that he was rattled and ran back to where his car was parked and drove off. Once calming down, he reported the incident to his sergeant. The story was passed on to the press with the statement that the witness planned to return to that field the next day and further investigate, but the press heard nothing more. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Well, the witness seems earnest at least. The event likely happened at least somewhat as he said. The experience falls between the apparitional and Faery --- faery is in play because we have these normal to near normal sized persons in stories of fairy fairs and revels which then vanish. It is also of course reminiscent of "time slip" type mediaeval replays of the past. Fairy is also in play here because the competitor (apparitions) often have histories of being known as places of hauntings, and there is no mention of such here. So, as usual, who knows? We DO know that the old people distinguished "philosophically" quite strongly between Faery and Apparition, asserting that the two were NOT related things. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Corozal, Puerto Rico. 1977. This is a report from Flying Saucer Review.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>An elderly farmer was just sitting and relaxing during a quiet mid-afternoon period, when he heard what sounded like a flash of lightening. A long blue upright "candle" of light appeared. The thing slowly approached making a growing sound. Once beside him, it settled and turned into a little dwarf. (Yep. THAT sure happens a lot.) Three foot tall. Long pointy ears. Round ugly face. Nose with big nostrils, but a small mouth despite big lips. His skin-tone was "muddy" and he wore a jacket with a little tie. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>He had something hanging around his neck, which wasn't a stethoscope, but he came over to the witness and began using it like a doctor would one. He "checked" feet, knees, chest, back, ears, temples, and then looked inside the witness' mouth. Apparently satisfied with his "work", he then jumped back, announced that he was an extraterrestrial, and that he thought that Puerto Rico was a very nice place. Then, making the same noise that the blue candle had made, he zoomed off through the branches of an avocado tree and was gone. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>There are four "greens" which interest me. Three of these are reports coming into Simon Young's Fairy Census, which I have to judge on their narrative quality, details, "humility", etc alone (since as said before, there are no investigations.) These three cases pass muster as to what we can so judge. The fourth case is a Ron Quinn case, which is only slightly better off in that he talked to the witness though not face-to-face. But I do like them. They "fit" both as to rough pattern and as to intuitive "feel." So, flawed as that is, here in brief they are: </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>A. Cornwall, UK. 1970s. A young teenage girl was vacationing in Cornwall (near Polperro) and she and her family were out on a rural path with unkempt hedges to either side. She was gamboling on just ahead of the rest. There, by the side of the path sat a gnome. The being had all the classic features. It was just over a foot tall, and had a "nut-brown, wizened face", with a smirking grin on it. She got a very good look at him. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>" He had a mossy brown beard and dark brown shining eyes. He was wearing a peaked hat (brown) and a shiny jacket and trousers in shades of brown and ochre. I'd say he was about twelve to fourteen inches tall. .... Looked like a gnome, I suppose .... natural wood/leaf colors. Wearing a soft pointed hat that wasn't sticking up - the 'point' rested on his shoulder; a brown jacket and brown trousers. The material looked shiny - not wet, just like shiny old leather, I think. I can't remember shoes." </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>The end of the encounter was equally wonderful. As the witness stood stunned, the gnome cocked his head ("cheekily") then turned his back on her and "melted/transmogrified?" into an old tree stump. (Uhhhhh !!!!!! Yow). Your present editor here (while also being stunned) wonders if our cheeky gnome was merely (merely, hah!) sitting in front of that stump and faded back into the Faery "realm/dimension" rather than transmogrifying. </b></span><br />
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<b>B. County Wicklow, Ireland. 1970s. As lengthy as the previous case was, this one is brief. Fortunately the correspondent didn't waste words uselessly, so there is just enough here to include it. </b><br />
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<b>Three teenage girls were walking in rural Wicklow in fields which contained areas of thick gorse. On top of that gorse (literally skipping across the tops of the plants in denial of gravity) was a "pixie" dancing. This was no tinkerbell --- no wings and about three foot tall (the size of a five to six year old child.) Dress is not described except to say that it was "traditional pixie dress including a tall pointed hat." </b><br />
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<b>C. Yorkshire, UK. 1970s. Two young girls were walking near the woods which were bordered by a very large stream (almost a "small river" in size.) Out in that mini-river was a small island (if we threw in a misty fog, we could say that we've been here before.) Walking by, they saw on the island a group of ponies. "Shetland Ponies" they seemed. But the difference was that they weren't the correct colors for proper ponies. They were Red ... Green ... Lilac ... etc. (Almost as if The Horse of a Different Color in the OZ books had settled down here and created a herd of</b><br />
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<b>Well, that's different ... and cute ... and simply, humbly told (the witness asks that anyone reading her story who had anything similar please let her know.) </b><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>About a hundred yards in, he passed a large rock formation and coincidentally felt some kind of tingling in his body. He ignored it as it quickly passed. As he kept on, he noted that the weather was different (sunny not overcast). Oh well, weather changes. But other things were subtly different: the forest seemed greener than he remembered. And the plants seemed a bit different too, even to the point that some of them were species that he hadn't noticed in this forest before. Now the area seemed more "open" than it should have been from memory, and he saw a large canyon, strange to him. He decided that he was lost. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>He walked on up the narrow bed of that canyon, and several yards in began to hear music ahead. (Uh Oh.) Sneaking up now, as he peered around the corner of some rocks, he saw "four little men playing haunting music on flutes." They were sitting on boulders near a little waterfall while a fifth person was filling a water jug at the stream. Our witness was shocked but kept his head. He dragged his camera out of his backpack and shot several pictures. (Now here's where we needed an investigator: the witness does not describe the Little People except in those words. BOO!!) After the jug is filled and the flutes go silent, the five "little guys" walk off away from the witness and are gone.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Attempting now to get un-lost, he began trying to retrace steps. It took him about an hour to regain sight of the truck. Coincidentally, he felt another tingling, a subtle change in the vegetation, and the sky was now overcast "again". He noted that his watch, though seeming to be working fine, had apparently malfunctioned as it had clocked his three hour trip at only thirty minutes. Worse than that, back home (where even his wife wouldn't believe him) the photos in the camera all turned out perfectly EXCEPT for the little guys photos. Those pictures were nothing but foggy shadows. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>The remaining "green" case from the Fairy Census: Devon, UK. 1970s. A teenage witness who had just awakened in her bedroom. (there are big problems here already.) The case is very charming, but just-woke-up cases are dangerous. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>This is a teenage girl who woke up at midnight (if indeed she fully woke up or woke up at all --- that's the big question number one.) She felt that there was a profound silence (what is being called The OZ Effect, though we don't at all understand it.) She heard a "PING" as if an orchestral triangle had been struck, and with that a Ball of Light appeared from the bathroom. This BOL is not described (even surprisingly as to size.) I have been left with no way whatever to guess this. The BOL, and the fairy inside it, could have been anywhere from three feet (roughly the width of the doorway) to a half a foot (the dimension necessary to see any real detail of anything inside --- since the BOL did not come up close.) </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Inside the BOL was a form made up of very tiny stars of light. It was a female with long hair and beautiful wings --- not quite a tinkerbell this, as the form is made of points of light. She had a pretty face and pointed ears. Her eyes were silver-gray, and the wings were like butterflies down to the markings. They were effervescent white. The witness took this as an opportunity to make a wish would hopefully come true (she wished not to be bullied at school.) She then said "I don't believe in Fairies!" and the BOL popped like a soap bubble, and the experience was over. The witness admitted that she had seen fairies before "in meditations" with trees, but that they were not as pretty. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>X1 The case at Gateshead, UK. "1979." A possibly interesting tale, or pair of tales, but to my knowledge very poorly reported and likely off in dates by at least a decade. Little green-clad men digging on top of a haystack would be fun, but .... no "beef" in the case.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b><br />X2 The case of the large winged weirdos of Rowley Regis, UK. 1979. I can't even get a foothold on this thing. It doesn't fit anything. It's like some random recipe of ingredients picked out of a crazy hat and made into a story. Single witness, plus far outlier = ???? </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>LAST: The DOVER DEMON. Dover, MA. 1977. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>The encounters are claimed to be three: all by teenagers. These occurred within a few days and to the different people. all encounters are brief, and the third was fuzzy as to details. But the first two cases seem to be vivid enough that if the tellers are telling true, we are dealing with a very anomalous set of experiences. There is little "action" in the encounters. The incident pictured above was of an immobile standing creature. It is the first encounter. The second encounter is confusing at first then there is a second look at the thing which looks similar to the above. These two witnesses described what appears to be the same extremely weird thing, and it is on appearance alone that these reports enter the realm of the inexplicable. The third report is a lot less sharply defined, but could well be of the creature as well. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Some speculator thought that this might be a young moose seen in tough lighting conditions and reflecting headlights. We could imagine why someone might try to imagine this (due to the big sort of oval head and spindly legs) but the overall appearance would take a LOT of alteration to meet this explanation. The "odds" here seem to favor a true anomaly and NOT a UFO one nor an apparition. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>For me the biggest impact of the case came as soon as I looked at my file on it. Whereas most cases have single pages (or a couple if I'm lucky) this case file is twenty-some pages long. WHY? When I opened this file, I was suddenly back in true research land --- true investigations by a great investigator. The opening salvo in my file was an almost twenty page "monograph" by one of UFO's finest researchers, Walter Webb. (Walt had lots of help from to-be-famous cryptozoologist, Loren Coleman, who did the original interviews, Joe Nyman, and Ed Fogg.) The monograph is pure Walt. EVERYTHING is covered: interviews, character checks, weather conditions, police checks, alternate explanations, site visits, size measurements, time measurements etc etc ... thrown back into ufology's finest after the scrapping around with tiny bits that we get in Fairy incidents almost shook me. Without publishing Walt's monograph so you can read it, I can't convey how different this is to you. Just trust me; we are dealing with horribly inadequate reports generally. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Walt ends up by discovering the Native American little people traditions of the area. He found that the local of-old Cree traditions contained a being called Mannegishi: "Little people with round heads and no noses who live with only one purpose: to play jokes on travelers." </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>We didn't do badly this session. Nine of our sixteen are not bad at all. And we have The Great Wollaton to marvel at. I feel a bit more than Glass-half-full this time. As we go to the modern years, we might get thinner gruel, but let's plough ahead and then we shall see. </b></span><br />
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<b>LEPRECAT SIX: the 1970s. For no known reasons (to me anyway) the 1970s were richer in total numbers of Little People reports than the sixties. Some of this MIGHT have been from UFO research, in which field "everybody" was seeing humanoid entities whether there was a good UFO around or not. Anyway, I'll start with a first dozen, and we can go from there.</b><br />
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<b>The above shows a large variety of entity types, not all of which seem obviously Faery in nature. BUT --- since it's all utterly mysterious, who knows if we are dealing with Faery, UFOs, apparitions or some unthought of weirdness. </b><br />
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<b>Color code: pink/salmon --- good researched case. genuine possibility for Faery.</b><br />
<b> yellow/gold --- pretty strong credibility. odd entities. But not "normals." </b><br />
<b> green --- lacking desired credibility, but very possibly Faery. </b><br />
<b> violet --- two really strange things, but I think not Faery. </b><br />
<b> light violet --- things probably leaning to the apparitional.</b><br />
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<b>CASE 1: Springfield, IL. 1973. This is a John Timmerman case, which means that you have a personal interview and a permanent record on tape to listen to. The "personal-ness" of this sort of evidence gets you as close as you can to being with the witness yourself. (It also helps me that I knew John so well in person.) The encounter is not "classic fairy" but it isn't much like anything else. </b><br />
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<b>The witness lived in a rural setting and had a dog which she cared for. She had a pattern to her life, and it was that time in the evening to go outside and retrieve the dog's water pan. She was a tough country person and this was the time for bringing in the water pan, and, by gum, that's what she was going to do. Things went normally for the first several feet of the trip (although a light moved by high in the sky), {typical effort to try to cram a UFO in here somewhere}, but then, beside her, hanging/floating in the air, was a little man. He was about a foot away and a foot off the ground. </b><br />
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<b>This odd person was about four foot tall and dressed all in close-fitting black. Only his face showed. The outfit seemed one-piece, and his toes seemed pointed. His face had a pallor to it, and he generally scared the hell out of the witness. But she refused to show it. </b><br />
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<b>"He looked over at me and I was scared. And I thought, well, I've got to get that water pan; I've got to get it. Because I needed it. Well, he had a smirk smile on his face and he had a different color on his face than we have, and he kept giving me that look, but anyway I kept on going. When I reached for that water pan, he just disappeared just like that ... in thin air; I don't know where he went." </b><br />
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<b>The floating-pacing-staring lasted a minute or slightly less, but quite a bit of time in the witness' eyes. She was being stared at all the way and felt uncomfortable if not menaced. </b><br />
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<b>I can't help it; I love this case. The witness is as down-home simple as you can get, and John did the perfect-gentleman interview. What WAS this? This is "interactive" and doesn't feel apparitional. There is no good UFO connection, nor does the being fit well with other such claims in that field. The action here is very like the meddling tricksters that we run into in our stories, so that is "who" I'm going with. The size is in our common range even if the clothing is idiosyncratic (though we get dark cloaked weirdos now and then.) </b><br />
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<b>CASE 2: Albany, OH. 1973. This is another incident that I'm 99% sure happened, because the investigator is another good friend, former CUFOS treasurer, George Eberhart, who is probably the most knowledgeable encyclopedic cryptozoologist in the world. Translation: George is really smart about this stuff. There is a line drawing of the entity for this case, which I've re-done. I like the way it turned out (more so than my typical cartoons) so I'm featuring it here. (the entity is unique and therefore the illustration helps.) </b><br />
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<b>The encounter has a prequel: The witness was returning home after a night class. She saw a ghostly lightform about four foot in size floating about some three football fields away. Then a BOL sailed into the area. It was a big one, about 20 feet in diameter. It bounced about, seeming to possibly be interested in her. That scared her, but the thing retreated into a field and faded out. She continued on to her house trailer, saw her husband, and began to make supper. Her husband went outside leaving the door ajar. That's when she had her encounter. </b><br />
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<b>One time she turned and saw a small two and a half foot tall being or thing peering around the edge of their door. It was as if a bunch of aqua-colored electricity had formed into (roughly) a human shape. "It was like the Electric man" (then popular on electrical co-op signs.) It had a sort-of face, with spiky discharge like things emerging. There were eyes and a mouth and maybe a nose. It had stumpy arms. It didn't try to communicate, just stared for maybe ten seconds. Its solidity was such that the witness felt that she could almost see through it. "It didn't look like a monster ... it looked like a friendly little thing." Then it just disappeared back behind the door. </b><br />
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<b>George is a careful person, so his report will be pretty good. But what the heck is it about? Once again, this has no real UFO connections historically or even at that moment. It doesn't therefore feel UFO to me. It isn't like apparitional figures either, nor does it resemble other past Earthly objects/lifeforms which one might imagine trapped in some visionary playback filmstrip from old times. It seems wedged between some electrostatic weirdness and some Will O' the Wisp Faeryworld manifestation. Having a "personality" feature, I'm not happily going for some misinterpreted Ball Lightning (these sorts of things don't act at all like physics textbook ball lightning anyway, so I wish that red herring would stop being floated. If skeptics want to speculate on a distant cousin of ball lightning [currently totally unexplained] which is low energy density and yet long time persistent [like Allen Hynek's hoped for "nocturnal meandering lights"], then OK --- humbly toss that out there.) </b><br />
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<b>So, where am I? Boggled of course. I'm sort of "in" for a "living" creature of some paranormal kind, but, if Faery in nature, it's almost never encountered. It's nothing like water or ground folklore entities. What do "salamanders" look like? What do "sylphs"? It doesn't seem to have a category at all. ... but it seems to have been real. Did the witness just make it up? (this is the classic way to get rid of an outlier.) If she had, I think that George would have suspected so. </b><br />
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<b>CASE 3: Wauwatosa, WI. 1975. I haven't a close friend in this game. But, the newspaper reporter who covered the incident seems to have done a much better than usual job, and the article report is substantial and full of quotes. The couple reporting the encounter are an older husband and wife (c. ages 60) who called in the police promptly after the incident. The comfort zone on this is pretty good, except that the policeman didn't take them seriously and refused to write up the "complaint." The couple remained in touch with the police investigation for several days after. The entities involved here are not as weird as the little electric man, but are definitely not classic gnomes either (even though one of the witnesses used the word "gnome" in trying to describe them.) So, do I write the report off because the police didn't want to put in writing something that they did not understand at all, or give the witnesses a break because they seemed quite earnest in their interest? I'm cutting them some slack. (to start)</b><br />
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<b>A husband and wife are in their home when the doorbell rings. The date is November the 10th (a fact which might or might not be of significance.) the wife went to answer but peeked through the window first. She saw a "man" (who had apparently stepped back from the door to the sidewalk) who looked strange. She opened the door, but locked the intervening screen. She asked "Yes?" twice with no response. Her husband then showed up, looked at the weird appearance, and said: "What the hell is this? Something left over from trick or treat?" He unlocked and opened the screen door, ready to do something "masculine", but his wife grabbed his suspenders and pulled him back. </b><br />
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<b>The being was roughly normal sized, but with shocking facial features. It was like an ugly "gnome"with a very tiny mouth hole, and a face liked smoked meat with deep grooves. Its hair was scraggly, and peeked out beneath a narrow brimmed hat. The chin was pointed. The thing carried a five foot long white cane held in its left hand, which it tapped in three time intervals. Each tapping seemed to coincide with the thing floating (three inches off the ground) away from the house door. The couple during this time noticed four other essentially identical beings further out in the street. The motions away were in little looping jumps a la astronauts on the Moon. The witnesses went back inside as the original being raised a hand with fingers slightly like claws. Intention could not be read into this, but they were not unhappy to see the group go. </b><br />
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<b>OK. What is this? When I look closely at the descriptions here, and given that it wasn't that far past Halloween, I'd spend little interest on this if it wasn't for one bit of high strangeness --- the floating above the ground and looping motion. I'm not sure that the ugly looks on a normal sized being can't be explained by make-up and masks. The certainty of the witnesses that the faces were inhuman "could" be explained by shock and excitement. But the floating above the surface --- that's the kicker. Such a phenomenon is not fake-able for a Halloween prank. So, for me, the incident turns on this one claim. </b><br />
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<b>If the phenomenology is as described, then we have a case which could be apparitional or perhaps some other paranormality. The being seemed very interaction-oriented. Most apparitions that are of unknown personalities are not particularly interaction-oriented. So I lean towards something else. This seems to me to be either a two-person error or something Boggart-like from the fairy world. There ARE menacing uglys (and even friendly ones) from that alleged area of reality. I'd LIKE to side with two normal seemingly earnest witnesses who reported to police immediately. But I don't know WHAT I'm siding with.</b><br />
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<b>CASE 4: I'm going to take these four "greenies" together (that is in briefer description.) They are all intriguing and three of the four are classic gnomish encounters. They lack an investigation (mostly) but could well be good. the fourth "green" case is a bit different but has for me similar intrigue. </b><br />
<b>4A: Unnamed forest area, USA. 1971 (from About.com website). Witness looks out window to view nature as was his habit. Saw a little gnome. Brown tightly curled hair with hat. Two foot tall. Walked about as if floating (like anti-gravity.) When talking about this later with an older brother, the brother admitted that he too had seen the same or similar entity when he was a child, but this time inside the house. </b><br />
<b>4B: Lexington, MA. 1974. (from an article in FATE Magazine.) Two girlfriends were walking to their high school. Off to their left is a patch of weeds within which is sitting a little man who looked to them like a leprechaun. The creature was only ten inches tall. He was dressed only in green with a floppy hat. He carried a traditional large curved golden pipe. Both girls described him the same way. One of the two girls thought that she (with another friend) saw a group of fairies dancing among flowers in a field in 1975. These creatures were very small, only five inches tall.</b><br />
<b>4C: near Liberty, NY. 1976. (a Ron Quinn radio call in case.) A sixty seven year old bird watcher was walking on a forest path, when he heard voices, shouting at one another as if in anger. He cautiously approached within about 100 feet and saw two little men, about two feet tall. The details were few: All green dress and floppy wrinkled hats. Each had a beard and were quite like gnomes. The two were wildly gesticulating when a third joined them, and all three began shouting and bumping into one another "like the Three Stooges." Shortly all three turned away and walked off. </b><br />
<b>4D: Middleburg, South Africa. 1972. (A "UFO report" from the Flying Saucer Review.) A husband and wife (he the senior local post office official) were at home watching a light hanging above a nearby mountain. They decided to go to the police station. While going there, they saw another light flash. Then there was nearby an "object" not described --- it sounds like it was a bright light, out of which stepped two small red men. These three foot tall entities were glowing bright red and had knapsacks on their backs. Each red man carried a bright light of some kind in his hand. As they seemed to be ready to approach, the entire lighted complex shut off like a light switch. </b><br />
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<b>I don't find the remaining cases particularly interesting for this topic, but I'll mention one of them since it's a Bill Chalker case --- and that means a good investigator was involved. This is The MT. BUTLER, NSW 1972 incident. I don't believe that it has anything to do with Faery but it is indeed HIGH strangeness. In this event, a witness in the presence of others was confronted by a normal sized "monkish" entity. This monk came up to the primary witness and ENTERED the witness' body (!!!) After a time period of "possession" during which the witness was very ill at ease, a group of horses came near, and the entity jumped from the witness into one of the horses. Well, Wow. Pure Bible. Not much like Faery, though.</b><br />
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<b>What if any was our harvest in this lot? Honestly not much. The Timmerman case is a good encounter, but not classic fairy. There are three cases which look like classic fairy, but not strong enough credibility (though not negative either.) There are the good Eberhart and FSR South Africa cases, but they are not classic either. </b><br />
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<b>When faced with such results, I'm a half-full sort of person. I look back at all the encounters we've perused from Leprecats 1-6 and say: sure, a lot of weak cases, but one by one we're putting together some higher grade ones. This isn't ufology. I can't hope for the abundance of powerhouse incidents with corresponding investigations. This is a much rawer albeit at least as fascinating subject. It's worth the work, hard as it is. I have the hope that somewhere in the British Isles there are people bringing the UFO investigating attitude to these occurrences. If there is, we'll see many more foundationstones laid. </b><br />
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<b> There are several 70s cases to go, and then four more whole notebooks worth of Leprecat. It will be more low grade ore generally, but there will surely be gems. </b><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>This posting is about the cases in the Leprecat catalog for the 1960s. That catalog is not my favorite as far as good incidents. But there are a few worth noting. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Let's try to look a little closer at this bunch. Some are pretty good. Others are weaker in appeal to our confidence, but intriguing in their claims. The two strongest encounters are the two Scandinavian ones (Kolmarden, SWE and Luumaki, FIN.) Those of you who have been reading these entries understand that this means "credibility" strength --- the interpersonal direct investigation involved by the people who ultimately reported the case. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>The relatively solid cases are in pink above. The second tier of cases are in gold. The cases where I'd like to believe the details (and have a little confidence gained by the sound of the narratives alone), are "romantically" included as possibles in green. The three incidents in gray violet are OK in credibility but my guts take me more towards UFO or Apparition-like explanations. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>LUUMAKI, FINLAND. 1965. Encounter was investigated by Finnish UFO investigators. There were two witnesses. Their event went this way: several people were on a berry-picking trip (which seems to be quite the common activity in Scandinavia as we have a pretty good CE3 early, 1954, case involving berry-pickers as well.) One of the pickers saw a being on a rise ahead. It was small, about three-foot tall. The two stared at one another and the being began to walk closer. The closest approach was about 30 feet. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>This entity had a somewhat enlarged head and shoulders. More strangely, the being was colored carrot-red, and dressed in close-fitting green clothes. The being then took a sharp angle, walked towards a bog, and simply vanished. While observing this entity, the witness either could not alert the others or was "entranced" to the point he didn't think of it. A second witness later saw the entity also, and that time the being simply vanished as well. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>KOLMARDEN, SWEDEN. 1967. This incident was investigated by a good well-known Swedish UFO researcher (Sven Schalin.) The witnesses were two 15 year olds, a boy and a girl. Schalin saw the witnesses at two different interviews, and found that they were quite conservative and shy. The two were interviewed separately. The stories matched. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>The youngsters were walking in the evening. They noticed low hanging red light over and down into the forest. Nothing came of this. Further on in their walk, the red glow persisted in their vicinity. This coming and going began to creep them out and they decided to retreat into an abandoned cabin beside the road. Inside, some poltergeist-like actions occurred (yellow lights and thumping noise.) Another outside light moved about (the UFO researcher tried to see this in UFO terms but it is far more like the folkloric fairy-led will o' the wisp phenomenon.) This freaked the two even more and they hurried home. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>That house was currently empty. The next house (one of the witness' sisters,) was also empty. Near that house hung a glowing ball of light about ten feet in diameter. This looked like the light of a large diameter flashlight, but was a ball. A whistling occurred at the same time but not coming from the BOL. The witnesses heard what they thought might be footsteps. They got out of there and took another forest path. Something jumped out behind bushes close by. This could have been a prodigious leap, as they focused on a short "man" now standing 35 feet away. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>The creature was four foot and a few inches tall. The girl didn't see this first glance clearly and thought that it might be another schoolmate and began to go toward it. It then straightened up, turned and raised its arms. The boy yelled a warning. The head was very large. Above the eyes was a dark mass, probably hair but maybe a hat or hood. Eyes were much bigger than mouth and nose. Thin arms and legs. Dark clothing. Seemed to shimmer. The thing carried something in its hands; a box shape with a tube sticking out (when reading this I noted that the UFO researcher was seeing this as something technological, but it seemed more to me like "a box with a handle".) Supposedly it had a shining line along this handle. Similar lines of shining light existed down below near the ankles. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Strange stuff indeed. Good investigation though. UFOnaut with a Ball-of Light? or Troll of the Scandinavian sort with a Jack O' Lantern? </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Those are the best two investigations. There are four others which are softer, but could well be real interactions. I'll go briefly on with those:</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>1. COLERAINE, QUEBEC. 1968. Several children, and then one or two adults (description here of one party doesn't make this clear, )saw a strange being on three successive days. The being was like a dwarf, four foot tall, with very red skin. The skin was "horny" as if belonging to a reptile. This entity had normally proportioned structure otherwise (head and torso) with a bald head and dark black beard. The being simply vanished before their eyes. Sort of coincidentally, the boys said there was a red, white, and blue "vessel" of some sort in the air. This was not connected with the ground story in any obvious way, as it did not occur at the same time --- UFO researchers of course want to connect it. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>2. St. ASAPH, WALES. 1961. The claim here is that the reporter is a well known person. (there is/was a well known person by the name of Richard Holland at the time, but ...?). The incident is: A man was walking his dog in muddy conditions, when he stopped near a road sign. He tapped his walking stick on the metal sign to clean it --- three times. At the third tap, a little man appeared beside the sign post. The little man looked angered, as if this tapping had irritated him in some way. The creature had an ugly brownish face (gnomish/brounie-ish?) and was dressed all in green. He stood three feet tall. The dog didn't like the little man either and growled and raised hackles. After a staring stand-off, the gnome suddenly vanished. That's "good old fashioned gnome encountering." </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>3. south of LONDON, UK rural farm area. Several incidents in 1960s. These are reports sent to Gordon Creighton at Flying Saucer Review for his follow-up. He reports them briefly. Many of the incidents were about machinery malfunction and other breakages that were being attributed to little people. The area however actually WANTED to retain their presence, as they also had been associated with boons. Witnesses, both male and female adults, had reported seeing gnomes messing about in the farm fields and even inside, dancing on tables. These creatures were described as having "classic gnome features" and being about three feet tall. Of particular interest to me was the claim that locals didn't want academics coming in there and spoiling the area as a home of the fairies. "They feared that the fairies might go away if too much prying went on." </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>4. NEW BRUNSWICK, CANADA. 1967. [I could use some help from someone on this report. I've lost my primary "piece of paper" wherein I noted the case and where it came from. I'm still reporting it here because my brief notes on this were in a category of incidents where I judged them to be pretty good possibilities. ... I'm not beating myself up too badly on this since there have been hundreds of references and pages to keep track of, and a move from a house with luxurious workspace to this retirement apartment's cramped facility. SO ... if any of you know exactly where this one comes from, please post it here. ... I also enjoy reading your own cases and even other non-you cases that you feel are important --- so feel free to share.] But back to my notes on this one:</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>The witness described walking somewhere and seeing ahead the approach of an "old elf" (a gnome?) dressed in a farmer's outfit. (blue clothes and suspenders) and having a brown tall hat. The entity was only one and a half foot tall. It carried an ax over its shoulder, and simply walked on past the witness, whistling to itself, and apparently taking no notice. There was no instant vanishing in this case, merely continuing to walk away. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>These four cases could be good ones. The entities are close to standard looking gnomish beings ranging from 1 and 1/2 to 4+ foot tall. Two Canadian (Eastern) and two UK.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>I'd like to end this elf-tour of the 60's with three reports that I like on non-scientific grounds --- that is, I cannot make a credibility case for these because two of them are from Simon Young's Fairy Census and therefore give me no interpersonal closeness to the witness to aid me in believing those claims. (I'm including them anyway, because they fit certain prejudices that are forming in me from the other cases as to "how things might really be.") The third of these things is really high strangeness and from a site claiming to be a research site. The problem that I have with that is that this site is not very sharing of information --- and I REALLY HATE THAT. If I could get over the latter, I'd have to say that the provenance is good in that the site owner speaks of personal interviews. So FWIW (for what it's worth in neo-web-language) here are these last three incidents. First the website case:</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>MINI-Tolkien-ENT? SECHETT, BRITISH COLUMBIA. 1960s. Two people are on a forest walk in the southern Pacific Northwest coastal forest zone. It's Douglas fir country and sort of magical with or without Little Folk. Nevertheless they get one. Suddenly, just three to four feet away, one such being steps into their path. It itself is about 3 and 1/2 feet tall and appears to be a combination of a gnome and a Tolkien tree-man (though obviously much smaller.) The head and face are old, the witnesses saying "wizened." This sort of thing is described often with these solitary gnomish beings. The body color is brown, apparently tree or root brown, as it looks toned but "sinewy" all over, with arms and legs looking like they are more akin to tree roots than flesh. He raises and shakes his hand apparently in anger at them. then he slips back to where (behind bushes?) they can no longer see him. All of this took place in just a few seconds, but the young man and woman agreed that the experience was so intense that they had no doubts as to what they saw. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>CLASSIC GNOME in ARKANSAS? 1960s. A young girl was walking from their back lot towards the family house. In that lot there was an old peach tree. From the vicinity of that tree she heard a noise. When she looked, she saw a little man that she said reminded her of a leprechaun. This being was two foot tall and looked old --- white hair, facial wrinkles, and a gray-white beard. He was dressed in browns and greens. His clothes were layered, but just how was not remembered. His shoes were more like moccasins than, say, boots or brogues. He had a sack slung over his shoulder (curiously this is an odd feature of some leprechaun sightings in old Ireland.) The witness and the "leprechaun" stood motionless staring at one another for a few minutes. Then the folk creature turned and "shot toward the peach tree and disappeared down a hole close to the trunk." The witness had played many many times at that old tree and knew that no hole was there. Later she went over to it and tried to reach into it. Her grandmother, who apparently knew about these beings, cautioned her NOT to do this and "leave the little people alone." The witness lay in wait many times thereafter to see the little man again, but never did he return. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>... despite being a believe me or not Fairy Census case, the narrative is both realistically stated, and coherent with other encounter reports. (We BADLY need fairylore field investigators to anchor such potentially walloping good cases, as to witness credibility.) </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>ELF QUEEN in the CALIFORNIA MOUNTAINS? 1960s. Another Fairy Census case and frankly my favorite. Since this is a believe me or not case AND my favorite, I am in particularly deep biased water here --- just so you know. Also, I have written up this experience elsewhere so I'd like to just use that self-plagiarized write-up. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>(Hopefully that's not too small to enlarge.) What this story says to me, if true, is that the full force of Faery can still be experienced if you're in the right sort of environment, right state of mind, AND right state of "Soul." This was a person with not only an open mind, but a deep feeling of communion with Nature --- what might be phrased as a deep and good Green Spirit. She allowed herself to BE in the environment, and the environment opened to her. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>And I really don't have much of a clue as to whether it was. </b></span><br />
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<b>Most cases in UFO files are there for an immediately recognizable reason. Others seem forced. Others still are clear outliers. Because the 1950s was so rich in UFO CE3 case claims, it was a decade ripe for containing some such enigmas, and let's look at a few here. </b><br />
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<b>Yep. Kelly-Hopkinsville. Cennini, too. Let's take a closer look. </b><br />
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<b>A. Kelly-Hopkinsville, KY 1955. The provenance here is solid as the Appalachians, and within that, the credibility is pretty good too. This incident has had interviews and follow-ups a-plenty. Because it so multi-witnessed, any individual personality questions are muted. This case was worked to death by UFO researchers Bud Ledwith (a one-time colleague of Allen Hynek), and legends of the field, Isabel Davis and Ted Bloecher. It's rare that there is anything approaching this in fairylore work. </b><br />
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<b> The encounter: (I'm going to be lazy here as I have already written this case up elsewhere --- I don't think that you can plagiarize yourself, but if I'm wrong I apologize to me.)</b><br />
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<b>Somehow, not exactly known, Ledwith's very positive views of the veridical nature of the family testimony made it to CSI-NY and two of our finest-ever UFO researchers, Isabel Davis and Ted Bloecher. Isabel and Ted collected all the data associated with the incident and several others in what seemed to be a mini-creature flap going on. Exactly how long after the information collected by the military and Ledwith, Isabel and Ted got involved, I don't know, but it was they who put together the bigger picture. This is published in the well-known but rare-to-own monograph called, I believe, Close Encounter at Kelly and Others in 1955, by the Center for UFO Studies in the 70s.<br /><br />As was said, although the family literally felt the physicality of the experience, no such physical evidence persisted. The whole thing smacks not only of the Uncanny but also the paranormal. These were country people who don't miss shooting things at close range. These are outdoors people who would laugh at your face [if you were lucky] if you suggested that they couldn't recognize an owl [certain "intellectual" clowns have recently suggested that this was nothing more than owls protecting nests --- note the "unusual" owl crawling on all fours behavior in one of the drawings --- these sorts of "intellectuals" are societal criminals deliberately confusing the search for truth with their hung-up garbage].<br /><br />Throughout her life, the central female figure in the Sutton family was engaged in reflection about that night by prominent townspeople. The sheriff said that there always came that time in those reflections where she would just go silent with a look of awe on her face. The Kelly-Hopkinsville event happened, whatever it was. My belief is that it was not "biological"; that is not part of the evolution of lifeforms of the Universe of physical laws. Why? Even setting aside for the moment the apparent non-hit-ability by rifle shot, and the floating-slowly-about the landscape, the form of the creatures is "unlikely".</b><br />
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<b>These things, if biological, are not water creatures and are sizable. They look sort of like they should be mammals or something which would have a chance for a large brain and intelligence, and if they are to be guessed as UFOnauts must be quite brainy. But their heads are absurdly gigantic in proportion to their bodies. This next thought doesn't HAVE to be true, but, if it is not, someone needs to do some real thinking as to why not: Those heads could never come through a birth canal of anything remotely shaped like the creatures drawn. Could the females be wildly different in shape than the males? If so, there is nothing on Earth remotely comparable in terms of divergent sexual dimorphism in large animals. Could the things be birdish and come from eggs? Eggs have real structural size limits and so the heads would have to be small and do a tremendous amount of growing while "outside" exposed to natural threat. Growing and remaking skulls to accommodate growing brains would take a very great risk-taking time using soft malleable skulls. Anything's possible, I suppose, but these things REALLY don't look like normal evolutionary biology to me. The only hope I'd believe would be that they were artificially grown. If so, why bother with the out-sized ears if you had that technology? Nothing about these critters says anything but "bogan" "bauchan" "trickster" to me.</b><br />
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<b>B. Stockton, GA 1955. Back to normal (descriptive amounts, that is. The Kelly case will doubtless exceed any other example incident writing in volume by factors of ten.) The provenance of the Georgia case is similar to Kelly, as Isabel Davis and Ted Bloecher hunted down it and others which were occurring at the same time. It appears that a handful of encounters with mysterious boggart like beings happened almost simultaneously and with very weak UFO connections. </b><br />
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<b>As far as this following story is concerned, there is not a lot to it. A woman was driving along a road at night and saw "beings doing road construction" ahead. She slowed way down --- they were in the middle if the road, and gingerly inched past. They were very strange non-human "workmen" more like boogeymen than people. They were three to four foot tall. </b><br />
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<b>The lady merely happily bypassed the things without incident and drove away. This, weird as it is, is not unlike some UK passive path crossings with British gnomes. </b><br />
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<b>C. Cennini, Italy. 1954. A famous case in the history of the UFO subject. Even given its early occurrence, it was pretty well investigated and followed up over several years (The lady involved did maintain that her narrative of the encounter was true for decades thereafter.) The incident is weird even for a UFO close encounter, but I've read a lot about this thing, meditated about it more than most of my files, and I believe that Senora Dainelli told the truth as she felt it. </b><br />
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<b>In brief: Rosa Dainelli (she has been described as a simple Italian peasant woman) was preparing to go to Church for Mass. She had collected some flowers for the Church, and was walking in the woods, the grass of which was wet with dew. To avoid soaking her shoes and stockings, she had removed them, and was carrying them along with the flowers. She then came across two small "men" who could easily be labeled as "imps." Dressed as old time aviators, they began harassing her, trying to take the flowers and her stockings. Though frightened by this, she fought with them, and succeeded in salvaging her stockings but not her flowers, which the imps took. She hurried on to church where she told her story. Some rumors ultimately arose about seeing a light in the sky or whatever (not by her) but nothing substantial was reported. </b><br />
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<b>Rosa and her family at the time: to my knowledge her testimony did not waver and all she got out of it was some hassle and unwanted publicity. The Cennini case probably happened, but what was it? UFO researchers stick it into the early stage of the massive European UFO Wave of 1954 (which though dominant in France, did express in other European countries.) If I had to choose (and though I don't have to, I do), I'd say fairy-trickster not "UFO." </b><br />
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<b>Let's look at the "craft." Odd shape. I've read the reports and believe that the magazine version got it at least somewhat wrong (the spindle was fatter and the door opened differently), so for whatever it's worth I've redrawn it on the right. This "craft" was not seen "in flight" at all. Rosa Dainelli saw a structure on the ground in the woods which was no longer there later on, and leaving no trace. The interior of the thing could be seen through the open hatch. It resembled more something out of an old Jules Verne idea or an H G Wells story than a "saucer", with its padded plush looking interior a la an English Gentleman's way of outfitting a ship to the Moon. </b><br />
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<b>Wrong I may well be, but this is a rare one which I believe very probably happened and very probably was not ET nor even UFO, but possibly Trickster-faery. </b><br />
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<b>D. Everittstown, NJ. 1957. Provenance is quite good in a legitimate sense of that quality as we've been using it. BUT this is one of the screwiest things in UFO research investigation history (well, maybe that's overstated given our history, but it's still screwy.) The case comes to the perfect group: CSI-NY (Ted Bloecher, Isabel Davis, Lex Mebane et al.) Unfortunately, the "et al" included an intelligent man named Jules St.Germain, who had a bad theory about investigating it, and really messed up. This left the community with the firm belief that this case was bad. But I think that the predecessor of St. Germain collected quite a bit of worthwhile information before the later boondoggle, trying to entrap the witnesses and causing them to bail from the story. My reading of this is that the earliest narrative might well be honest, but St. Germain blundered the approach and caused a what-the-hell-it's-not-worth-pursuing response. Anyway, I'm for the moment going to go with the original information and see what we might see.</b><br />
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<b>The original report got to a CSI-NY investigator named Dick Harpster and he immediately personally interviewed the wife in the encounter, and the husband by phone. He was impressed by these narratives. The case as he heard it commenced with the husband going outside to the barn to look into what was alarming their dog. Both witnesses saw a small (9 to 12 foot long) "egg" which was bobbing up and down a few feet off the ground. From the wife's position in the house, she could not see the "little man" but her husband was right in front of it. This being was dressed "leprechaun-style", all in green with shiny buttons and a green cap. His eyes were very big and round, and his voice scratchy. The Little Man said that "they were peaceful" but wanted his dog. The husband yelled "Get the Hell out of here!", and the "leprechaun" went back to the floating egg. The egg rose and went rapidly off. The wife said: you "should have let them take King, he's half blind and so cross I don't know who else would ever want him." ... that's almost hilarious, and strikes a good note with me. </b><br />
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<b>E. Bells Corners, ONT. 1958. Very bizarre thing. Few moments of "action" therefore a brief tale. Provenance/credibility? You decide. This incident occurred in August of 1958, was talked about with friends shortly thereafter, but not publicly until February 1960. The primary (of two) witness was listening to a radio show where the speaker was a famous and controversial person in UFO history named Wilbert B. Smith. The witness called in, and shortly Smith and a second investigator went to her home and the site. Bells Corners is a small village in the vicinity of Ottawa. </b><br />
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<b>This night in August, the woman saw an oddly colored bluish patch of light in the back area of her home, perhaps twenty-five feet away. She went to investigate, as did her son, but he had reservations and asked her to not go too close. She ignored him and walked right up to the light patch. (two or three feet.) There is to my knowledge no imagery of this encounter, so I've attempted to "art" one. Whatever the success, in my opinion the best way to "read" the encounter is to look at a picture --- so, better or worse:</b><br />
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<b>Here's what the lady and to a lesser degree her son said they saw: A child-like form lying on its belly in the grass/pasture, head raised slightly so that mainly its eyes were all you could see. Tight curly brownish golden hair. A "patch" of bright bluish light which seemed perhaps to originate from the eyes. Very large eyes seemingly faceted like jewels. Very white skin. No motion. </b><br />
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<b>Where to draw the Line? .... and IS there a Line? I "feel" that there is a clear feeling line. UFO cases are "cold." Faery cases are "alive." So, for me, things like </b><br />
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<b>HEY, Mike! What about THIS?</b><br />
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<b>Bangor, Washington. 1989.</b><br />
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<b>A. rural Australia. mid-20th century: This is a claim from a book of a known author who is sold on the general cosmology associated with spirit realms, nature entities, energy forms etc. (at least I think that this is the chain of provenance here.) The resource book is a somewhat rare thing entitled DEVAS and MEN. I think that the editor(?) of this compendium of fairy/deva writings in theosophical works is Geoffrey Hodson. I also believe that the author of the relevant essay in this book is a lady from Australia named Clara Codd. Both of these people were well-known authors in the theosophical community. The incident described below is a personal report to Clara Codd after a radio program. The witness was impressed by Codd's theories and so wrote a letter describing her own experience, wondering whether it was related. </b><br />
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<b>B. Canby, OR, 1950. This is a case which came into the UFO community, but unfortunately 1950 was a time much too early for a normal UFO investigation. The big UFO organizations did not even exist in 1950, and were years away from enough robustness that they might have gotten a good investigator into the area. Other than the USAF, the only other public name associated with UFOs was the man who had made the report which awakened the entire country to the phenomenon: Kenneth Arnold. The witness to the following report wrote, amazingly, to him almost immediately after the event. Arnold then went to her and did a personal interview. (WHY can't UK fairy cases be done this way?) </b><br />
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<b>The witness (name and address known) was working on her lawn. On a neighbor's lawn nearby came a little person. It was just a foot tall and was facing away. The being then turned and she got a good look at it. He was a very tan-skinned male with hair colored like his skin. He had on a plaid shirt and what looked like work trousers. He was stocky. On his head was a black skullcap. The witness tried to get another witness but the little man waddled away. When he reached a parked vehicle, he simply walked straight underneath it without ducking, and then vanished. </b><br />
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<b>Fairy? Who knows? No UFO in sight. And ... due to the UFO style investigation, very probably a real event correctly reported. Thank you, Kenneth Arnold.</b><br />
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<b>C. Somewhere in England in the 1950s. Ouch to the vagueness. This is a case from The Fairy Census (which did a fine service to the raw field of study, but due to vagueness and "witness distance" such as this, isn't a lot of help for anything but rough statistics and maybe sociology.)</b><br />
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<b>I've included this incident here because the short narrative is modestly presented, fairly clear, and has a few interesting details. The witness was a young girl, perhaps entering-grade school age. She, her parents, and four siblings were out for a walk and she was running ahead of the herd. Thus she became sole witness. There on or at the path was a very small being, which she called an elf. She did not think of it as a fairy as it had no wings (her point of view on definitions.) The being was eight to ten inches tall and dressed entirely in "greens." The being apparently was not old looking nor stocky (i.e. not a gnome.) During this period where the two stared at one another, the witness felt that a profound silence had persisted. (OZ Effect?) Then she snapped out of her state of amazement and called for her family, but by the time they arrived the "elf" had gone. "Naturally" none of her family (except her mom) believed her. </b><br />
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<b>Once again: too bad about the weak provenance. This could well be a good encounter.</b><br />
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<b>D. Lancashire, UK. mid-20th century. Well, this is another report out of DEVAS and MEN. Apparently it's a little better provenance in that a witness is named as is a rough location, and the source publication ("The Herald of the Star", a theosophical journal.) I'm of the belief or assumption that this story came from a letter to that journal. The reporter is fully in synch with theosophical jargon and uses it freely in the letter. The story is told as if the witness was living it as he wrote (dramatic effect?) I think that for your help in making your decision here, just putting his own paragraphs in here is best.</b><br />
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<b><br />Make of this what you will. I read very small beings (4 to 6 inches tall) of a shape-shifting nature, but looking like little people. They have capes, coats, collars, and pointed caps. Knee britches. Red faces. Slanted eyes (giving me the feeling of very small elves.) They communicate somehow, and are in charge of caring for the trees. If they had wings, they'd be right from Disney central casting for a Tinkerbell movie (and probably quite a delightful one.) I do not get any information as to why Sergent thinks he so easily sees them while the rest of us do not. Maybe he has the luxury of the Second Sight and all of this is psychic. </b><br />
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<b>He says one odd but interesting thing, something that someone merely elaborating on their philosophy doesn't have to say: "Much of what they do on the ground appears to have no purpose at all, BEING MERELY IMITATIVE; they copy the movements of the humans without understanding their purpose." In the bigger picture that Sergent describes, this comment makes no sense whatsoever, but for any of us who read a lot of fairy encounters (or UFO CE3s for that matter) there's something that resonates here. I don't want to rock and roll with speculation here --- the purpose of opening up Leprecat is to see if a case for reality of Little People existence can be made --- but there's an "itch" which lingers on many encounters --- the idea that the "others" lack something when it comes to true creativity or novelty. (That's what the Fairy phenomenon feels like; the UFO CE3s feel rather like the nonsense there is part of making the display deliberately confusing and unpatterned.)</b><br />
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<b>Is the last case any good? It's cute. That's all I'll give it. If poorly credible cases are going to make a hit with me, they better match a significant pile of better credibility cases. </b><br />
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<b>E. Eliot. ME. 1950s. A case from a journal about anomalies. The editor is a known individual who is enthusiastic about such things.The strength of the matter is that this is a situation where the witness lived near enough so that the writer went to her place for personal interviews. The result is that the witness is named, located, and even quoted from the interviews. The weakness in the case is that the witness claimed a substantial history in communicating with persons not of this planet associated with UFOs --- i.e. she is what UFOlogists call a "contactee." I have shrugged this off (to begin with) because the instances with fairy beings seem separate from the UFO stuff in practically every way. </b><br />
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<b>The experience goes like this: the witness' daughter was about six years old and sick one winter. She had arranged a recliner bed near a window so the girl could look out at the winter scenes. The girl called for her mom to come and see the fairies. Upon arriving at the window, there, near the snow covered limbs of a spruce tree, were 6 or 7 floating fairies. They had wings and were about a foot tall. The wings were diaphanous and they wore richly colored dresses of "velvet." Red, Blue, Green, Purple, Pink; there were more than one in red. These were Tinkerbells therefore but tall for such gossamer winged females. </b><br />
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<b>The mother accepted the experience easily (given her propensity for odd experiences, but mainly because her daughter had imaginary playmates from an early age, and the mother interpreted this as those playmates coming to keep her daughter company in her illness, and for whatever reason allowing the mother to see them this time.) The mother tries to fit this into her belief system but doesn't really succeed --- her commentary about UFO contacts and this experience reaches no harmonious contact of thought, but sits on the page as two separate rambling monologues. The mother also mentions that later in time, her granddaughter told her of seeing little ground people (no wings) dressed in green and brown, who she called "lepricons". Again, this has no integrated rationale with her contactee claims. </b><br />
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<b>So, awkward. Could be a good case with a bit of a wonky witness. Too bad there was no follow-up with the child in those later years. THAT could have been very interesting. </b><br />
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<b>So, not a lot of comfort zone today. Two claims embedded in theosophy, only one of which MIGHT have had a witness known to the publicizer. The Eliot, Maine case is rather nice in a lot of ways, but the witness needs more vetting. At least we have a personal interview and quotes. The Fairy Census case might also be OK but like almost all its ilk it lacks any closeness to the source. Only the Kenneth Arnold investigated case has personal interviews and timely quoting and investigating. That case looks like a Pacific Coast Native American entity in more modern dress. Maybe that's our one decent incident today. </b><br />
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<b>Next time I'll try to insert claims from UFO case files which seem (at least to me) to be outliers and not properly belonging in the UFO field. Fifties cases. Veteran UFO researchers can guess one of those that will be mentioned --- a great "UFO" favorite of some, and, although a favorite in some sense, NOT a UFO favorite for me. </b><br />
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<b>Till then stay healthy and stay safe at home as much as you can.</b><br />
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<b>"So. What do you think, Carl?" </b><br />
<b>"Is anyone taping, Mike?" </b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">This set of cases is a little different from most in that only two of the seven encounters above are from the British Isles. We have three Native American incidents, and some of these have some potential for being good ones. So, let's give them a chance.</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">A. Perryville, Alaska. 1950s and earlier. We've mentioned other cases in this southern Alaskan area before. The source is Alaska Magazine, and resulted from an encounter by an Aleut resident who had a close run-in with a short hairy being a decade or more before this listing. It was during an interview that he had with the village elders that they told him that these little hairy men (sort of the gnomish version of Bigfoot) were well known in the villages, as they still were seen coming secretively into the villages and doing things like stealing fish off drying racks. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">I'm open to the reality of this claim especially as it fits in well with cultural beliefs even though it is not integrated into some sort of fairytale legends. Also, we met with a British Isles version of this sort of hairy boggart, with the only difference being that the Cornwall version was wearing rough trousers.</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">B. Provo River, Utah Valley. mid-20th century. This report comes from a Bigfoot newsletter (The Track Record) via a newspaper story out of Provo, Utah's Daily Herald. The case is OK but not great on provenance in that the witness is named and presented as a known person (locale members of the Ute tribe) in the area. He and a second witness observed the following. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">The two were fishing on the Provo River when they came to a spot in the river where a large flat rock lay. On that rock were several little human-like creatures. They were between two and three foot tall beings, "the size of a three year old child." They looked like smaller versions of natives but hairier. They have a name in that area: "Pawapicts" in the native language, and "water babies" in English. They were making crying noises, and the traditional "Walla-la-loo loo" call. The witnesses tried to get closer, but the Pawapicts dove into the river and did not reappear. The water levels then seemed to unnaturally rise. This alarmed the witnesses who then fled. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Interesting incident well-fitted into the locale views of the beings ... but in need of a better investigation, interview, write-up or whatever.</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">C. Boy River, Minnesota. mid-20th century. This is going to sound like a frivolous form of provenance for an encounter but (and maybe I'm far wrong) I think that this source is quite good. I got this incident from a chat site. But not just any chat site. It's a site for Native Americans writing about things of interest in their culture. I read a lot of the site, and am impressed by the frank and earnest feeling that I get from the posting exchanges. Others may differ but my feeling here was that the account was honest. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">This comes from members of the Mille du Lac Ojibwe tribe of upper Minnesota. A family was out on the shores of the Boy River "ricing." This is a family affair where they go along the river shore looking for wild (North American-style) "rice", picking large handfuls of the stuff and beating them on flat rocks to separate the grain. This is called "Knocking Rice." Up ahead, apparently around a river bend, they heard others knocking rice. They continued on and saw that it was not another tribal family but the Memegwesiwug, the region's Little People. There were two small hairy "indians" dressed as they were but with hair on their faces. Suddenly a canoe also appeared, and in a few more seconds both the Memegwesiwug and the canoe vanished. These sorts of stories are scattered across the northern tier of Native American cultures from New Brunswick to Vancouver.</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">D. Neversink Reservoir, Catskills, NY. c. mid-1950s. This is a Ron Quinn case from his gathering of cases from Northern New York, but the reporter here had this encounter in the Catskills. Quinn allegedly knew of a similar occurrence in Washington state (I think the location might be wrong ... see later), so this one particularly fascinated him. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">A hiker was having an autumn walk alongside the reservoir. It was country that he had walked many times before, and was very familiar with this area near the Peekamoose mountains. After a while he saw a fog bank hanging over the water. Approaching, there was a bridge sticking out of the fog to the shore. He hadn't been aware of such a structure before, so decided to explore it. The bridge was three feet wide, brass, and decorated with nice geometric designs. He walked across into the fog, losing sight of the land, and then out the other end onto a small island. And here is where one is challenged in one's beliefs.</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">The whole island was encircled by this mist. (The witness estimated it as about six acres of land.) Animals which the witness could not identify were roaming about (I'm upset that these were not described), and the trees and vegetation seemed unfamiliar too. The bigger deal for him, though were the Little Men. Three such beings stood at the shoreline about 40 yards away. They seemed to be trying to gaze through the mist at the opposite shore. They stood three feet tall, had white robes and long silky hair. They were bearded, and the one in the center carried some sort of object which the witness couldn't identify. The three men looked his way but seemed not to see him; then moved off towards the trees. The witness was becoming creeped out, and turned back to the bridge and crossed it. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Back on "his" side, he watched the fog dissipate AND the bridge disappear. The Peekamoose mountains appeared beyond the island, but seemingly now containing a "new" mountain of which he hadn't noticed before. It was relatively sharp peaked and had clouds on its slopes. Then the transition completed itself, with the mid-reservoir island and the "new" mountain also fading away. When the witness returned to his home, he asked if anyone else had seen anything unusual on the lake. One said that there was some fog out there, but that was all. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">As an aside, Ron Quinn related a second story of this type. He felt that it related to Lake Washington in Washington State, but I have an itch that this was possibly quite near the earlier story at the Lake Washington Reservoir in NY State, north of the Catskills. Whichever (and it is at this point probably not important), this experience was reported by a doctor also out for a shoreside walk. He too came across a morning mist and a small bridge extending into it. He too crossed that bridge (as probably would we all) and came to an unknown small island with odd animals. In this case it also was inhabited by one old man. The doctor saw him sitting on some rocks by the shore looking outwards. Before the witness could do anything else, the old man faded away, and the witness returned by the bridge to see the rest of the "illusion?" fade away as well. This time a neighbor some distance away thought that he had seen the mist and thought that there was a small island inside it, all of which faded out. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">High Romance. What can you do with it? The general story fits what the Olde Irish call The Stray Sod --- areas of land which should not be there, but sometimes can be entered. So .... a hint of one of our favorite concepts? A parallel existence mostly mimicking our own? The Land just there alongside? The Land of Faery? </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">I can't help liking it. Can't help rooting for it. Can't help keeping it respectfully off to the side of the strong evidence pile ---- where, I guess, a "World Alongside" belongs.</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"> E. Derbyshire, UK. mid-20th century. Back to the real world? HA!!!! Only in these strange waters could one view an encounter with one of The Little People as a return to the real world. But this shows/reminds us how far from normal shores we come in these explorations. More fun .... more adventure .... more warning about excess enthusiasm. :={</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">This is a case report from The Ley Hunter. I respect fellows like Paul Devereux who edited this journal (though not until a couple of years after this report), so I'm not prejudiced against it to start. BUT, the claimant here insisted upon going under an assumed name. Since this wasn't the internet age with its ubiquitous and unhelpful name-hiding, I'll assume that the editors of The Ley Hunter knew who this was. But that's an assumption and doesn't aid credibility. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">The encounter takes place in Alderwasley, which is a small village in Derbyshire. It is a mere five miles from Matlock Bath, which was considered by a 19th century writer as The Heart of Fairyland in this area. I'd like to think that helps the context but ....? Whatever the truth of that, the encounter took place on a hike in the woods and hills near the village (I get the strong feeling that if anyone REALLY wants a folklore entity interaction, they better get a hiking hobby and some isolated hills,woods, streams, lakeshores. Here in Kalamazoo, Michigan I'm out of luck in that. )(the isolated part.) </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">The witness was really enjoying the day, reveling in the sunshine and the good air, and happily exploring the hillsides. He sat down on a grassy bank not far from a old low mound. Then beside him, he saw a small "person." It was a "dumpy-looking chap" less than four foot tall INCLUDING his tall pointed cap. He was dressed all in grass-green. The witness was not alarmed but very curious. He tried to communicate. Communication took place but not verbally --- It sounds from the write-up that this was "telepathy" mind-to-mind. The witness wrote two things about the conversation: 1. the being told him that its job was helping the breaking down of dead materials for the utilization by the plants (essentially fungus-etc function of making dead plant matter available as plant food.) 2. He wasn't a nature spirit or elemental but a "human being." ... my guts tell me that even if everything in this story is accurately told from the witness' view, that neither of these assertions by the entity were true. Example: it's almost absurd for the entity to claim it is a human with its appearance and paranormality, so that makes it a liar. AND to break down all the decay matter in a forest to make plant food is a megaton task, which we in science know how Nature does it without elvin help, and we'd be wasting millions of gnomes mining away in the dirt. Flippant? Eh. Maybe. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">The case is a fun case. Wish for FAR more on the credibility side. But it could be real even if the gnome lied. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">F. Somerset, UK. mid-20th century. A Terrible beginning to the provenance, as this is a letter to FATE Magazine. It saves itself a little in that the correspondent names herself and gives an address. It also allegedly has two witnesses. The letter is unusually intelligent for FATE correspondents without being braggadocio or self-enhancing. Again, the "feel" of this one isn't bad. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"> And now what we all have been waiting for: Tinkerbell.</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">The third incident was when she and her mom were together in that garden cutting roses. Her mom brought her finger to her lips, then quietly pointed toward one of the roses. The witness saw a "perfectly shaped" miniature woman (about six inches tall) who sported "brilliantly colored diaphanous wings like that of a dragonfly." This fairy's clothes were also semi-transparent and you could see her pale pink skin through them. She carried a wand on the tip of which was a light like a small star. She pointed this at the rose. Her hair was long and silvery, also sort of diaphanous and surrounded her head like an aura. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">The witness and her mother watched the fairy hovering about the flower, wings fluttering rapidly "like a hummingbird's", and then she disappeared. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Boy I'd like to have an interview with the mother .... I'm not supposed to buy Tinkerbell stories. No little winged cute beings in diaphanous clothing and carrying wands. My betters in this business (including Jerry Clark) have told me this. In this case at least, the weak provenance of the encounter allows me a convenient way out, but I rather liked the two gnome incidents as they at least fit the main pattern. Buying half the incidents reported and rejecting the other half doesn't seem kosher. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">But I suspect we'll run into Tinkerbell again.</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">G. Guanajuata, Mexico. mid-20th century. This provenance also is weak --- what we're too often lumbered with in this topic area. It comes from three websites. The poster is "Gabriel L." on two of the sites, and there is a reference to him on a third by an acquaintance near-family in-law side. So at least this fellow exists and lived in Guanajuato, where the family originated. Gabriel says that very close relatives have told him that they have seen the "duendes" which is a term used for both ghosts/spirits and gnomes. In the third reference however, it appears that Gabriel himself had an encounter with this sort of creature when he was very young, but didn't want to mention it in his report on his sister's incidents. He wanted to talk about these family matters but not take too much heat himself, it appears. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">So, here is his sister's incident: she, several times, was awakened in the evening with enough noise that she would go down to the kitchen to see what was going on. She would "interrupt" the duendes when she arrived. They'd be running about, including scrambling on top of the table, seeking out every loose scrap of food they could discover. They were great if you wanted noisy left-over eaters, but a rather ugly crowd of one foot tall (or so) gnomish critters wearing old and patchwork-repaired dirty clothing. They had long beards and were old looking. The sister was always scared or at least shocked at sighting them. They were only occasionally around but she saw them several times. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Gabriel's own experience was when he was only five or six. He and some friends were chasing a squirrel when it ran down o hole. Gabriel was left to guard the hole while his buddies went to get some buckets of water to flush it out. A duende then came up out of the hole. It pointed elsewhere and said: dig over there instead. Gabriel did so and found a box with some coins in it. When his friends returned, he had just gotten the box open, but had to watch it and the coins turn into dust. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">This latter has all the signs of big story telling. The tale of the sister does not particularly, as it is quite like some of the poltergeist+apparitional encounters in Old England. But when one adds Gabriel's other tale, this begins to stress the nervous system. I'll place this in a deep gray box for the moment. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">This set of encounters has its definite weaknesses, especially (as usual) in the area of poor provenance. Of them I like the first three --- the Native American cases. If Ron Quinn's two Stray Sod cases were from witnesses that he knew (and they could have been but it's not stated) they'd be not just likable but of whacking great strangeness. The three foot tall (including pointed hat) green-dressed gnome is surely nice in theory, but I'm left hoping that The Ley Hunter board knew the reporter. If they did, it is probably good. These five cases are in the patterned three to four foot tall range. The two smallest entities (in the foot tall range) are in the weakest provenance situations. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">... and then there's Tinkerbell. Really need better provenance here. But who's to say? </span></span></b><br />
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