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50 PASSPORT TO MAGONIA
It does all make sense. These were the facts we have missed,
without which we could never piece the UFO jigsaw together.
Priests and scholars left books about the legends of their time
concerning these beings. These books had to be found, collected,
and studied. They contained no solutions, only elements of great
puzzlement. But this puzzlement was documented. Together,
these stories presented a coherent picture of the appearance, the
organization, and the methods of our strange visitors. The appearance
was—docs this surprise you?—exactly that of today's UFO
pilots. The methods were the same. There was the sudden vision
of brilliant "houses" at night, houses that could often fly, that
contained peculiar lamps, radiant lights that needed no fuel.
The creatures could paralyze their witnesses and translate them
through time. They hunted animals and took away people. Their
organization had a name: the Secret Commonwealth.
In The Magic Casement, a book edited by Alfred Noyes about
1910,1 find this little poem by William Allingham, which I would
like all ufologists to learn as a tribute to Joe Simonton:
Up the airy mountains,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren't go a-hunting
For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
And white owl's feather!
Down along the rocky shore
Some make their home,
They live on crispy pancakes
Of yellow tide foam;
Some in the reeds
Of the black mountain lake,
With frogs for their watch-dogs,
All night awake.