Why the goat?
Why not the scapesquid? Why not the Sparrow of The Sabbat?
It may have something to do with the goat’s inherent liminality.
Unlike the pig, they’re cheap to maintain. Unlike the sheep, they’re wiley. Unlike both, they provide milk as well as meat and skin.
This makes goats occupants of fringe areas. From Welsh Legends and Fairy Lore (1953):
Writers on Wales, generally tourists of the eighteenth century, often refer, in some surprise, to the number of goats they saw in the countryside; indeed, the Welshman was always associated with his goat as the Irishman with his pig.
It was very natural, for it was a popular animal, and it survived as an adjunct to cottage life, like the pig and the poultry, well into the twenties of this (Ed: twentieth) century – in fact, until the advent of the cheap milk scheme for schools and the general expansion of the milk service into the country -due entirely to the appearance of the milk-lorry and the milk-van.
The goat was an animal easily and economically kept, it needed hardly any attention at all, and for its size gave a surprisingly large amount of milk, entirely free from the tuberculosis germ. Giraldus Cambrensis in his journey through Wales with Archbishop Baldwin, in 1188, notes that the wooded hills were full of goats… Descendants of these herds may have run wild on the mountains almost to within living memory.
On top of all this, they’re also just a bit… you know… weird.
Driving through Snowdonia and North Wales a couple of weeks ago, my mind kept swinging back to the goat of folklore as we looked out over the empty -and occasionally hollow- hills.
This story, from the same book, is worth quoting in full:
Amazing, right? Where to begin?
Goats, on good terms with fairies, hiding treasure. A cross species friendship that is also cross-dimensional. The light of the moon revealing Jenny’s true Magonian form?
Wait, no, I know. A frikking full moon sabbat of all goats, summoning the Goat King who then takes his fairy revenge on the human.
The story of a human following a fairy into wild, liminal areas is so common that it even shows up in Spielberg’s ET. (Little clue for you there.) But there are some animals that seem to have a peculiar resonance with phenomenology. Ever since owls first appeared, flanking Ishtar, they have been associated with the spookier end of extradimensional encounters. Mike Clelland is writing a whole book about it.
Goats appear to fall into the same category. It’s not quite the same kind of resonance one gets with owls (I would argue it’s a more beneficial one), but it is still there. And if they stand in for a certain type of phenomena or class of contact, it is tempting to see scapegoating as some kind of ancient contract or sacrifice… a way of removing the unwanted out into the Otherworld abandoned by the priestly class.
The Vedic Pashupati; Horned Lord of Beasts; sits in a Yogic pose at the bottom of the Indo-European tree that emerges in successive cultures as various horned gods and goddesses in Egypt and Sumeria, Moses in some translations, Dionysus, Pan, then Baphomet and eventually as the Devil himself, the Black Man of the Sabbat.
I hope to spend the winter tying the Vedic manifestations back through Antediluvia and ultimately to the rise of modern consciousness in humans… however that happened. In the meantime, I want to slide your mental timelines back up to Cadwalader and the location of his Magonian encounter. Wales has always been a place of otherworldly remoteness in European imagination. Its hollow hills hide Merlin and various sleeping kings and fairy courts. They are a place where the Magonian happens with some consistency.
Take the ‘Welsh Roswell’ incident. Dismissed as the combination of a meteor and an earthquake happening at the same time, the conventional explanation fails to take into account the local witnesses who saw circles and balls of light hovering in valleys and on hilltops before flying off. Or the here-now-gone-then military presence many of them swear to. Or the fisherman who saw balls of light emerge from the Irish sea and fly off at the same time. Or, according to Nick Redfern’s investigation, testimony from military personnel that “there were bodies.” But that’s probably the usual military bullshit. The Anglesey RAF base did, however, “treat the incident as a plane crash.”
“I was of the opinion that a UFO had come down, then I changed my mind after reading the research of Andy Roberts. However, I still get accounts now and again from locals and retired military people (all from RAF Valley, interestingly enough) of knowledge of bodies recovered and taken to Porton Down, Wiltshire. So, I’ll be the first to admit that, today, it’s one that continues to puzzle me. On the one hand, I am convinced that Andy has solved massive parts of the story. But, on the other hand, it’s difficult to dismiss the testimony of the military people who have accounts to relate, and nothing to gain by spreading a false story. I think, though, that we have not heard the last of the case by any means!” -Nick Redfern [More.]
It may well have been a meteor. But then what did the witnesses see? For that matter, what did the farmer Cadwalader see? Either/or explanations don’t get you very far in Magonia. Now that we’ve tied goats back to UAPs, I want to share the latest MGMT video that seems to have grasped at least two parts of this particular elephant. Oh, those boys.
Appropriately, it’s called Alien Days.
Jacques Vallée: There is a distinction to be made between a Matrix-like virtual world and what I first proposed in “Messengers,” namely an information multiverse with fully physical manifestations. After all, when I was researching mystical groups in the Melchizedek tradition, and was picked up by the only cab driver in Los Angeles called Melchizedek, it was a real car and a real driver! To start understanding consciousness we need to develop a physics of information that does not rely on the formulation of the physics of energy, which is limited by its use of dimensions. [More.]
We could end here, but I want to share one more piece of resonance. While researching this post, I came upon the story of a goat hunter -a man who was out killing goats- who was himself killed when he fell off a cliff in 2010. You’ll never guess his name.