Goblins of the Unknown
Brendan Heard and Iásonas Lupus
“The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown”
― H.P. Lovecraft
Due to our obsession with secular materialism we have chosen to largely disregard the lore of the fae, or veneration of the fairy-folk (the spirits of the megalithic people) who haunt our fens and glens. We disregard and disrespect the hidden world of ‘folk tales’ by favouring fabrications and corporate re-imaginings and faux-folk stories not born of the soil which nourished the teller. This disrespects the real spirits.
The Arabs refer to them as the Djinns, the Japanese refer to them as the Yōsei, the Chinese refer to them as the Mogwai, the Celts refer to them as the Tuatha Dé Danan. The common theme of these otherworldly beings is abduction to unrecognizable realms, possession, and a strange disparity of elapsed time between the known world and the unknown world.
We treat the hidden world in its entirety as a non-importance, we do not recognize the clockwork, only the time. Our ancestors saw this tradition and veneration as a mirror or archetype for the energies behind symbolic nature, where we in our arrogance see only a watered-down entertainment for children, related with ironic modern humour by symbol-hucksters for a fee. Despite these folkloric tales containing an element of dread and terror to them, the modern world has managed to com-modify them into nice stories for post-nuclear suburbia. But the megalithic spirits have mischief, and wrath, and doom in store for the dis-respector.
Corporate faux-folk has engineered a hopeless generation of hyper-ironic materialists who cannot cope with considerations of the uncanny and unknown. The often dark or deeply Grimmsian morals and life lessons are dismissed as primitive superstition from bygone mythical dark ages, leaving only a cold, reptilian, disenchanted and hollow secular world filled with scientific safety and security. Unconsciously catatonic, this lost generation run their hamster wheel in a bourgeois materialism.
Yet outside the comfort of lifeless suburbia, they still fear the supernatural terror of the daemonic-haunted woodlands: the noise on the step, the basement journey to the stair. The abysmal blackness of the night as the pandemonium of elementals appear in the darkness of the forest.
And according to the ancestral folklore, these are the ancient spirits, they are goblins from the unknown. Unbeliever! Beware!
The UFO manifestations seem to be, by and large, merely minor variations of the age-old demonological phenomenon.
― John A. Keel