Thanks to The Anomalist, I discovered this site administered by novelist Neil Rushton on Faerie lore. It resonates, as anyone familiar with the work of Jacques Vallee or Hilary Evans will know, with my concerns here.
One aspect of said folklore is the Faery Light, Ghost Light, or Will o’ the Wisp, the topic of a poem from my first trade edition, Grand Gnostic Central, that links a sighting of Yeats’ recounted in his autobiography with tales told me by my great Uncle Peter and Aunt Julia on my father’s (Hungarian) side of their experiences in Saskatchewan; it is also a phenomenon dealt with by a number of researchers, most importantly Paul Devereux, and touched on here under the rubric of the Electro-Magnetic Hypothesis.
Will of the Wisp
You say suddenly you saw
A light moving over the river
Just where the water rushes fastest
Brighter than any torch or lamp
Later a small light low down
Then over a slope seven miles off
You knew by hikes and your watch
No human pace could so quick
Here they trail wagons in blizzards
Swoop like owls to rap at windows
Come in view like oncoming engines
Over no tracks up to those waiting