posted on Jun, 5 2008 @ 07:42 PM
"My sorrow, my want, my difficulty,
My hardship and my grief,
It was here I met the great storm
For a short time of my life;
The Dursey Sound was ablaze before me,
The Cailleach was threatening
Her teeth would tear
The bones of all the men of the world."
Let me tell you a bit about Dursey and the UFO connection. This place, in County Cork Ireland, was my ancestral home, on my Mother's / Grandfather's
side, of the family. The Family escaped the 1840s famine and made their way to England. Stories were told, from one generation to the next, in my
Family, of out Celtic connection to Ireland.. I was also shown photos of the Family sitting on the beach in England (circa 1860s) - wearing top hats!!
Many stories have been handed down to me. One was of a long ago ancestor that drowned in the Sound - the water between the Island and the mainland.
Nobody in the family had ever returned to Dursey since the 1840s. In 1997 I went back to Dursey as the first to do so.
I travelled over to the Island in a cable car that held only three people maximum. I looked nervously down into the waters below. Not a second time in
the family, please, dear God! A man travelled in the cable car with me. He looked the spitting image of an old uncle that has long since passed away.
Talking to the man I discovered that he was a distant relative - he also related the story of the drowning that had been handed down to him through
the generations. With no further ado I was introduced and made to feel welcome by the inhabitants on the Island (they have dwindled now to only about
forty). The oldest inhabitant (again a distant relative)- an Old Lady, in her nineties, remembered being told as a child how people wept in their
Great Hunger. Brothers, sisters, parents and children all going separate ways.
When I came back to the Island the village is obscured by a brow of a hill. When I reached the top and looked down onto the village I had a very
curious feeling of being here before. Somehow it all seemed familiar. Absorbtion of stories that I heard as a kid? The Old Lady told me about thee
hidden things on the Island. Many fascinating stories of the catholic residents who had retained their more ancient pagan history / beliefs. The
islanders were all "faye" she said. What’s that? "Psychic" she replied. She amazed me with stories of "strange lights" in the sky that were
recorded by the islanders going back to the 1920s. Fishermen saw these go from "Signal Tower" to the Skelligs. There were accounts of places on the
island were people would meet the "little people" and experience strange apparitions, missing time and fairy music . From what she was telling me it
sounded very much like the classic abduction scenario!! Apparently there were parts of the Island where people / animals could completely disappear."
Did they fall off the cliffs?" No, said the old seer the islanders knew the cliff path like the back of their hands. "These people do not lie", she
said" they brought up good catholic!" I wasn't going to argue. After many goodbyes I left the Island and returned to England.
[STRANGE LIGHTS AND APPARITIONS
On a winter night, men net fishing off the north side of the island were astonished to see a ball of fire high up near the signal tower. It glided
down the hill into the sea, where it transformed itself into the shape of a steamer. The fire passed so close to them that the fishermen feared for
their nets and shouted out warnings, whereupon the "steamer" moved further out to sea and continued its course way to the north. fishermen near
Garnish also witnessed the phenomenon, but no one could offer a rational explanation for it.
Four men were out checking their lobster pots below Kilmichael one night in the mod-1920s. They noticed a light hovering near the village and at first
assumed that one of the residents was out inspecting the haycock he had made earlier that day. The fishermen decided to move their pots, so they
hauled them up and rowed towards Dursey Head, but the light also began to move westwards, keeping pace with them on land. On the way the crew had a
lucky escape. somebody accidentially dislodged the spoil (a small plug near the stern) and the boat began to fill with water, but in the melee one of
the oarsmen had the presence of mind to leap across the thwarts and thrust his gansey (knitted jumper) into the hole. They managed to reach the shore,
bailed out and resumed their journey. All the while the strange light kept pace with them, remaining at the land's end as they were casting their
lobster pots. As in the case of the ball of fire, no one could account for this odd episode.
DISCOVER DURSEY by Penelope Durell]