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originally posted by: p0sthuman
Perhaps the beings from lore went from being mystical from an interpretative standpoint, to being interplanetary/interdimensional.
My belief is that they have always been the latter.
•They may be composed of energy, inhabiting the spectrum (wavelength) of energy in which we cannot see.
•They me have evolved on this planet, though they are far older than the human race.
originally posted by: MPoling
When I was in Mexico visiting the Aztec Temples I asked an older local if aliens ever showed up. I expected him to laugh at me. To my surprise he said yes. He advised they are very small, around 2-3 feet and darker in color. They do not cause any harm but love to run around the temples and play. A little bigger than FAE but interesting none the less.
originally posted by: IMSAM
The parallels between fairies and aliens are undeniable. This phenomenon takes different guises during the aeons. Back then it was fairies. now its aliens.
originally posted by: IMSAM
i found it most peculiar when i read an old story of fairies mutilating an animal.
originally posted by: ufoorbhunter
Ta mate gonna watch it now
Immediately Friskey (for such, it seemed, was the name of this Pixy) took down from a nail, where it hung near the door, the ponderous key (the weight of which was almost too much for him), and with it, at length, the young gentleman managed to unlock the door. To his utter amazement, what should the old farmer next see, but one of his fine fat oxen driven in by myriads of little creatures ; some sitting on the animal's back, others pulling him by the ears, a few swinging on his tail, and a couple of rogues, one perched on the tip of either horn, amusing themselves by turning about, in their antics, like the weather-cocks on the tops of the pinnacles of Tavistock church.
This Pixy progeny, though numerous, were by no means very handsome. The tallest of them was (said the old gossip, the narrator of this most wonderful history) not higher than her kitchen candle-stick; that was, about six inches from crown to toe ; and the miniature Pixies, or dwarfs among them, were scarcely half so tall. They looked, added this observing old dame, for all the world like little stoats, standing on their hinder legs. They had fierce black eyes, large mouths, and red fiery tongues,flashing and shining like pen-knives, as they thrust them out. This band of little imps, who seemed to be of no very gentle or amiable nature, soon drove the poor ox near the kitchen chimney. Then, urchins though they were, they threw him down in a minute; all hands set to work and fairly skinned him, being careful in so doing not to break the hide.
Whilst this operation was going on, another party of these diminutive monsters (if so they may be called) busied themselves in bringing in great logs of wood. It was truly wonderful to see such little creatures capable, by their numbers, of removing such loads. The logs were disposed upon the hearth. One of the Pixies then breathed upon them, and immediately they kindled into a flame. Friskey next clapped his tiny hands, and forthwith three obedient Pixies appeared, each mounted and sitting between the prongs of a pitchfork turned upwards, and so they glided onward towards the fire. The pitchforks stopped of them selves, and then the urchins dismounted; and one putting his fork into the nose of the poor ox, whilst the other did the same to his rump, and the third poked at his side, they had him up in a trice, and contrived to suspend him ready for roasting before the fire. And then they all set to and whirled and turned him backwards and forwards and round about like so many mad turnspits, and basted him with the cook's ladle and with all the butter and cream that they could steal from the dairy; for Pixies are very good cooks, and know that meat is never delicate or tender unless basted with care.
The roasting was soon finished ; for a fire kindled by such means is strong, swift, and subtle in its operations. And then, exactly while the old farmer in his biding bole could count seven, three times was the ox lifted up and three times again let down, before it was transferred to the large kitchen table. This done, one little wretch, far more ugly than all the rest, with something bright and sparkling about his brows (the form of which the farmer could not exactly make out), stamped with his tiny feet, and bade the whole band to the feast. In another moment, out flew a thousand little knives, each in shape resembling a cutlass, and each Pixy fell to " tooth and nail/' on the good cheer, cutting and carving and helping himself They all seemed highly to enjoy their supper, and chatted and talked as fast as they ate in a sort of squeak very like the squeak of mice in a corner.
These little wretches contrived in a few minutes, to devour fat and lean, and every part of the ox except the brain, the eyes, and bones and sinews. The bones, however, were picked quite clean, and looked to tbe wondering farmer, to be as white as drifted snow. They were then cast under the table. But how the old man did tremble and quake with fear when he saw that one of the small bones of the beast had fallen near the entrance of the hole in the wall, where he lay concealed. He had, however, courage and presence of mind sufficient to stretch out his hand and catch up this small bone. He then shut to the little softly-sliding panel that formed a sort of door to the entrance of his secret retreat; for he Avas so overcome with terror that he could not bear any longer to behold such a scene of mischief, and could hardly suppress his groans for the loss of his favourite ox. However, he could not forbear^ now and then, taking a peep at what was still going on.
Presently he perceived the Pixy company set to dancing and capering like mad things ; and this they did in a ring, holding each other by the hand, and making a humming noise like a tune (though a very wild and strange one) which was only interrupted by the mouse like squeak and a sort of chuckling, for that was their manner of mirth and laughter. After they were pretty well tired with their sports, the little Pixy who looked more old and ugly than all the rest, gave a sharp shrill cry, and immediately all the party began to collect the scattered bones, and to put them together with wonderful ease and precision, fastening them with ligatures and sinews. The little creatures, however, in building up the ox, missed the small bone, and appeared greatly alarmed lest it should bring upon them the anger of their king.
But after consulting together, they seemed to form a plan to conceal it from him pretty readily. They next laid out the skeleton of the ox, as clean and as perfect as if they had been doing it to oblige any Surgeon Hunter, or Professor Owen, for their schools of anatomy. They then took the horns and the hoofs (which they removed before supper) with very great care ; and, lastly, drew the skin over the bones with admirable dexterity. It went on without pulling, for there was no flesh left to create the slightest difficulty. This finished, once more all joined hands, made a ring, and danced three several times round the ox ; and, lastly, all united in uttering one small shrill piercing cry. This was repeated thrice more, " and thrice again," as the witches say in the play of Macbeth, " to make up nine."Several of them then climbed upon the creature's back, as nimbly as young cats, and placed themselves about the head, and seemed to breathe and utter sounds in the mouth and ears.
All these rites being accomplished, the leader among the Pixies took several pieces of birch from a broom in the kitchen, and, making one after his own fashion, proceeded to rub down the ox, from the tip of his nose to the end of his tail. Whereupon the animal began slowly to re-animate. First he opened one eye, and then another ; shook his ears, and rolled out his tongue ; and then he gave such a sudden whisk with his tail, that he tumbled off from it a dozen or two of Pixies who were amusing themselves by hanging upon it, as ship-boys do upon a rope ; and, lastly, he gave such a bellow, that it even startled the old farmer in his hole. Their sport for the night being accomplished, and fearing the ox, with his bellowing, would disturb the house, the Pixy tribe proceeded to drive the poor beast towards the door ; but they could not do even this like other creatures, for they did it by teazing and pinching him in a very wanton manner. And then it was found, that, for want of the small missing bone, the animal limped terribly, and went lame on one leg. They all, however, got out, much in the same way that they got in. Friskey staid behind, to lock the door and hang up the key, and then bobbed through the key-hole after the others.
originally posted by: ConfusedBrit
there was one ye olde story called 'The Lost Boy' that was mentioned once whilst we were was sitting in a West Looe pub.
originally posted by: athousandlives
I first came across this connection when I read Hancock's 'Supernatural' a couple years ago, great book
originally posted by: IMSAM
So what do we have here. One fairy being taller than the others just like in 99% of abductee accounts.We got a humming sound, we got a poor ox being fairyhandled etc.
And before i forget i had another account which i sadly didn't save in which this same process was done in the middle of a field and the only line i remember was that "They pulled the skin tout to the bones" and the animal while dead looked perfectly normal like a trojan ox of sorts. Then the farmer went near the animal to see it was hollowed like a scarecrow and no blood whatsoever was to be seen.
There are also two known cases, where the hemoglobin has not only been completely removed from the bodies, but it appears to have been broken down, so that only the iron is left behind.
Now.. in Faerie lore, fairies were deathly AFRAID OF IRON.. so if 'faries' were involved, it makes a lot of sense that iron-phobia.
When the Zôba’ah, a whirlwind that raises the sand in the form of a pillar of tremendous height, is seen sweeping over the desert, the Arabs, who believe it to be caused by the flight of an evil Jinnee, cry, Iron! Iron! (Hadeed! Hadeed!) or Iron! thou unlucky one! (Hadeed! ya meshoom!) of which metal the Jinn are believed to have a great dread. Or else they cry, God is most great! (Allahu akbar!) They do the same when they see a water-spout at sea; for they assign the same cause to its origin. The chief abode of the Jinn of both kinds is the Mountains of Kaf, already described. But they also are dispersed through the earth, and they occasionally take up their residence in baths, wells, latrinae, ovens, and ruined houses. They also frequent the sea and rivers, cross-roads, and market-places. They ascend at times to the confines of the lowest heaven, and by listening there to the conversation of the angels, they obtain some knowledge of futurity, which they impart to those men who, by means of talismans or magic arts, have been able to reduce them to obedience.
A large body of testimony holds that fairies are repelled by iron.
This observation may turn out to be very significant because many modern students of UFO phenomena are convinced that geomagnetism is fundamental to the production of the effects. And iron—as any first-year electrical student knows—is reactive to magnetic fields.
There is an increasing amount of evidence that UFOs are intimately related to magnetic forces and therefore that soft iron, at the local level, may indeed have an inhibiting effect on the phenomenon.
The Tramontanes, to this day, put bread, the Bible, or a piece of iron, in womens bed" to prevent newborn children from being stolen by fairies; and "they commonly report, that all uncouth, unknown Wights are terrifyed by nothing earthly so much as by cold Iron
originally posted by: Specimen88
Ufos and humanoids definitely dont seem to like they belong in one place, even though Vallees connections with Aliens an Celt Faeries are great.
There seems to have been always and everywhere (or nearly so) a belief in a race, neither divine nor human, but very like to human beings, who existed on a 'plane' different from that of humans, though occupying the same space. This has been called the 'astral' or the 'fourth-dimensional' plane.
Why 'astral'? why 'fourth-dimensional'? why 'plane'? are questions the answers to which do not matter, and I do not attempt to defend the terms, but you must call it something. This is the belief to which Scott refers in the introduction to The Monastery, as the 'beautiful but almost forgotten theory of astral spirits or creatures of the elements, surpassing human beings in knowledge and power...'
Free E-book - The Fairy-Faith in Celtic CountriesBy W. Y. Evans-Wentz
originally posted by: Specimen88
It would be surprising if the various religions an cultures were seeing the same thing, even though from their own perspective, especially when it comes to humanoid sightings maybe, almost like its reflection of the environment.
originally posted by: ultimafule
Haven't watched that Hancock clip yet, but nearly every shamanic initiation involves spirits cutting the initiate open and inserting quartz crystals and magical stones into various parts of the body.
originally posted by: IMSAM
It does feel like a tower of babel effect has taken place, many people around the world talk about the same thing,with a different name to suit each ones era-beliefs-culture etc. Now in our technological civilazation its aliens.
Generally, the hosts were evil and the fairies good, though I have heard that the fairies used to take cattle and leave their old men rolled up in the hides. One night an old witch was heard to say to the fairies outside the fold, "We cannot get anything to-night." The old men who were left behind in the hides of the animals taken, usually disappeared very suddenly.
I saw two men who used to be lifted by the hosts. They would be carried from South Uist as far south as Barra Head, and as far north as Harris. Sometimes when these men were ordered by the hosts to kill men on the road they would kill instead either a horse or a cow; for in that way, so long as an animal was killed, the injunction of the hosts was fulfilled.'(p.106)
Fairies and Fairy Hosts ('Sluagh'). 'Generally, the fairies are to be seen after or about sunset, and walk on the ground as we do, whereas the hosts travel in the air above places inhabited by people. The hosts used to go after the fall of night, and more particularly about midnight. You'd hear them going in fine weather against a wind like a covey of birds. And they were in the habit of lifting men in South Uist…”
About that time there were also several burned areas in farmer's fields surrounding the Air Base. I saw two of the circles. The burned circles were approximately 30 feet across and had a dead cow in the center. All the flesh was burned from the cow, but no blood was on the ground or apparently in the cow. Some of the cows had neat, clean burned out cavities in the abdomen about a foot in diameter, and a foot or so deep.