To all the practitioners of the Wicca faith, and other beliefs, both Christian and Pagan, there is no effort here to either glorify or downgrade. At the Midnight Observer we are aware of the hideous crimes of the past of religious intolerance and seek, not to preach any doctrine or promote any view other than the elements to our articles. We may state ideas framed in our own belief, but we feel they usually have a relevance to the subject at hand. Even with this said, please take into consideration the fact of my limited knowledge, and weigh my desire at being fair against it. I hope this balance can allow everyone to see, not just the ignorance of a blogger, but possibilities that you may never have considered; ones that only came to me last night right before sleeping.
Sleep wasn’t coming easy last night. It seemed that the closer I got to laying down the more hyper I got, not like riding a wave of caffeine, but a kind of mental excitement. Lori hates nights like these. As much alike as we are, when she sees that weird light in my eye, she kisses me and then falls asleep straight away knowing I’ll be along when I can.
Something hit me yesterday as I was preparing an article on demons and the like. Of course we’re interested in the possible mislabeling that’s gone on through history of Alien encounters thoughts, in a witch and demon paranoid world, to be something else. Let’s take an look at a few possibilities. One, of course is alien interactions with humans, they, in the role of a catalyst.
We assume that the visitation of aliens with humans has been a fairly common event through history. There are too many records from Pharaohs, Roman Generals and the common people to doubt this probability. I’m going to show you a scenario I believe would, might explain certain cases during the witch trials, where the keeping of imps was a charge-
To acquire their magic, women fed and cared for demonic imps. Hopkins prescribed the practice of “watching” which required the accused to sit in a specific position, usually with legs crossed for a period of twenty four hours, during which she or he would be observed. If the person was a witch, it was supposed that within twenty four hours an imp would appear to feed off the witch. An imp was a small creature, or familiar, who depended upon the witch for daily sustenance. The watching of Margaret Jones occurred on May 18, 1648 and Winthrop recorded an imp was seen “In the clear light of day.”
In the clear light of day;
Your name is unimportant. You are walking with your wife and another couple. You and your neighbor are speaking about what many men of the time spoke of , land, property. Your wives are bringing each other up to speed about local social matters. One of you is distracted by movement you see out of the corner of your eye, about a hundred yards away at a line of trees. It looks like a group of people that appear unclothed.
Of course, in a very backward fashion, your wives are not encouraged to go over and see what the women are doing. They are told to wait at home or among the milling, slowly building crowd. You and a number of town founders slowly approach from a distance, and as you get closer you see they, the women, are not alone. There are small chalky, childlike figures holding their hands walking with them.
Members of your group call out to the women but they seem uninterested. It is then that one of the tiny figures turns and all questions are answered because that turning figure has a large chalky head with two eyes that must be demonic. They are large, dark and shiny and they are slanted, the devils own eyes.
Muskets are loaded and you proceed with more speed towards them now. You see that not all the women are being lead but some chant in a child’s way weaving this way and that. Surely they must be dancing . These others, these creatures, who a moment ago were there, are now gone. To the north through another patch of trees something climbs quickly into the sky, but none of you see it because there are four naked women in front of you. there are four women who seem to be now staggering, holding their heads and blinking as if to see.
There are four women, who react to your cold stares, just, as they realize they are wearing no clothes. Shrieking in tears and confused dismay, they bolt across the field and through the cows to their homes, unable, in their compromising position to face their husbands and the towns people. This embarrassment is only the beginning of their trials by public opinion, and worse treatment, and the situation they have no explanation for. They are tried as witches cavorting with imps familiars in broad daylight.
Yet in reality they WERE DRAWN TO THE FIELDS BY VOICES IN THEIR HEADS, and when they took off their clothes, or what occurred before they were suddenly aware again and facing the angry and scared crowd, they know little. They half believe themselves, that some satanic summoning has occurred, but in reality they were taken by visitors not from Hell, but from somewhere out in space. The greys, speaking to their minds, controlling them, reduced them to ignorant zombie like subjects.
How far out is this? How far off? Margaret Jones was witnessed and accused of cavorting with imps in broad day light. This is public record. We know people of all walks of life have close encounters. Could this be one?
I remembered what I’d just read in the comment of a friend, how (and I’m paraphrasing it) the UFO world, the purist of it, saw no real or logical connection between the fairy tale events of the last article and UFO study, but that certain people had given it a much different appraisal.
She’s right. The UFO community is full of incredible minds, with passionate hearts that have invested decades of their lives in study, but as she said, some purist see it as much too large a leap . This doesn’t surprise me, because, just as some are more than willing to rail against ideas outside their own, they couldn’t find an original idea coated in bronze between them with a metal detector and 11 hands.
When your talking about UFOs and creatures which have taken over tunneled systems below our surface, just what is too far out of the way in the realm of considerations? What idea if any, in our present world besides Santa and the Easter Bunny, stands outside the door?
I’ve got a question dealing with fairies and gnomes and brownies and pee pod pixies, with the whole realm of that which we’ve labeled mythological. That question is, when did it change? The relationship, the interactions between humans and the races of beings with possibly an older claim to the earth? There are opinions that these figures were some of the fallen angels, those caught between the two forces and their indecisive actions made them, not co- conspirators, but individuals marooned here none the less.
First we can do away with any talk of the impossibility of HOBBIT LIKE CREATURES. The National Geographic Society has already solved that one for us, with the finding of a group of 3 ft tall humans with heads the size of grapefruit that lived 18000 years ago on an Indonesian island with Komodo dragons that can easily grow to 10ft in length.
Humans can grow to giant size and there are ample photographic records of them in arguably modern times. So, we have giants, hobbits, dwarfs and midgets that reflect an extreme difference in human size, but were there beings of similar sorts with a more enchanted past, or again have gross misinterpretations taken place?
In a less enlightened time, witches are known to have familiars; creatures that aided them and had specific value to the practitioner . Among medieval women, witches who were wise, who knew the healing properties of plants and herbs were considered a great help to the community.
They were turned to, when people were in need of help they just couldn’t receive elsewhere. They were midwives among other things, at a time when the mortality rate was high among those attempting to give birth . At that time doctors were still bleeding people to release evil vapors in them. The middle east far exceeded us in useful medical attention.
But we understand the minds of the law makers of the day, of the clergy still trapped between a genuine desire to live correctly and their fears that corrupted these efforts, and turned them, not into the fullness of the ethic in their positions as magistrates and priests, but men turned to monsters inside, their fear and their ability to impose the beliefs and actions of the time on a scared populace not so different from the Commie scare of the McCarthy era.
I won’t mention them all, but the burning of thousands of innocents was the least of their terrors. Hot molten lead poured into open mouths, metal cages shaped to conform to the human body with interior blades. The racks and the knives and devices to extract confessions were monstrous.
So with this already confirmed reality, we open the door to what the purists refer to as fantasy only.
I’m going to create a scenario; one as ridiculous to some as anything else I’ve ever said here, but an interesting idea, even if I only think on it alone.
Let’s approach the subject of mythological beings with the attitude that some are real, that fairies, and elves and all the contact stories through history are true, that they have been a reality in our world.
It is rumored that among the familiars that witches choose, some of these beings have served in that role, or at the very least had dealings with them, revealing information, and sharing in festivity together. This, during the time villagers could be and often were afraid of black cats and such, even toads in the right circumstance. During the middle ages.
Now lets do what the fantasy writer must do to fully develop a character. They have to get inside this figure to understand them and fully portray them in an accurate way.
Think of it. You are one of the fairy folk, or an elf or gnome. You have forgotten more about moving quietly than most humans will ever know. You are one in your movements with the forest. The heavy boots and braying voices of the men and their dogs make your skill all the more apparent.
The woman wrapped in a weathered cloak that you were speaking to, turns with a start and begins running, more out of instinct than intelligence. You could have concealed yourself but her scent would have been detected by the dogs in a short time.
She runs, grasping a medallion that hangs from a chain about her neck. You can see her lips moving, forming words she’ll never complete as a hundred and thirty pounds of lunging wolfhound brings her down and others close around her.
Still death on the forest floor was not the order of the men who were sent. You watch from cover, helpless to stop the armed men from leading her away, the hounds pulling against their chains, their masters praising them along the way.
Your grand sire knew this forest when it was free of any disturbance, before the wailing voices of trees and bushes like the call of a tiny man in distress, filled these canopies. Before trails were carved through it.
So, you hasten to a thatch, pulling the weave of sticks and grass aside and plunge running into the hole and along the tunnel, one that does not wind as the forest trail does but enlarges and branches off with a main line straight towards the fortress.
You are waiting when the sound of the dogs heralds their approach and they burst from the trees, clomping across the moat on the lowered gate.
You are a shadow among the clatter and the clutter. From shadow to shadow, you follow the group down into the bowels of the hold, the dungeon, and there you grind your teeth in helpless abandon, wringing your hands and finally wiping at tears as her debasement stops and the torture begins. Luckily she is weak and passes on quickly, suddenly before they can take whats left of her away to burn.
There is no solace in it, and though your people have killed as many humans as you have helped, you realize that your contact with her was the final factor leading to her condemnation.
YOU RECALL WALKING ALONG THE LENGTH OF DARK TUNNEL, what her accuser had brought as the final charge of witchcraft. She was seen in the company of one of the woods folk, those thought to be magical and in league with the devil, who have dances under the moon to honor Satan.
You were seen in her company on more than one occasion, not a demon or an imp, but one of the wee folk, with no more ambition than seeing time pass and your people thrive in peace.
Soon it is just a question of whether your interaction with villagers should continue. It’s a question of whether you need to withdraw further and further from men to assure the safety of your young. More hunters stalk the kings deer and the sound of hounds grows more regular.
Crossbow bolts have left trails of torn foliage and ripped earth far too close, as soldiers seek the fame of claiming that which could not be caught, less afraid every day of the vengeance your people once took, to maintain the respect man had to have, men and women of the same species who drove you finally to the mounds and then far below ground.
If the story of early beings and their search for peace and survival were true, if such a scenario as that above were possible, then as populations grew and the age of enlightenment shone on the horizon, maybe disbelief and progress became as much a dragon to them as any real serpent they feared. I read and account I can’t lead you to but the story stuck in my mind.
Three farm boys were playing or fishing. they finally were forced to turn away from what they were doing by the strange sounds their hounds were making. When they got the dogs aside, they saw what had them so upset.
There was a tiny figure, maybe two feet tall. It looked like it had a hat on, only like the hat was part of its whole body built into it. It had simple features and eyes registering its fear.
This short legged, rubbery looking little green man, stood statue, still obviously terrified. The boys did nothing and the dogs took him . It was torn apart. No parents ever came to check out their story and the unidentifiable remains were gone the next morning.
When I read this, I instantly saw the scene as clear as if I was there,and struck me , it being such a sad event. I have always wondered exactly what those boys were in the presence of. It also seems like an image that must have, in different ways, played itself over repeatedly through history.
They were not stories of swapped babies or men enchanted, but of creatures similar to this tiny, little green man . Maybe these were just unfortunates caught in the wrong place at the wrong time by the wrong people, or maybe they were envoys or just a peaceful race ready to say hi.
There are too many reports of creatures fitting the fairy and elf description to rule them out,or, were they exactly what history and mythology tell us? Maybe they were a group of woodland beings who saw in our advancement, our growing lack of character and finally just gave up and drew the veil.
Did they finally just realize we could no longer be trusted? I wonder what they could have witnessed in the passing of time to give them that idea?