Red Phosphorus Eyes: The Tiny Terror at Dusk.
Like so many other places in the world during the seventies, Sweden was a strange place. It was a transition from the flower power psyops of the sixties to the cynical, conspiratorial era that followed, where no one trusted anyone, disco beats hit the nightclub floors and along the weird ufology just got weirder and even more woo than usual.
Maybe we should be grateful to Jacques Vallée, John Keel and Ivan T. Sanderson for bringing woo into the subject? They helped bring forth the idea of flying saucers and aliens as non-material, beings from other dimensions or so damn weird it couldn’t be explained with traditional rational thinking. The nut and bolts crowd was still there, but slowly the perception of the phenomenon started to change. Why would aliens travel billions of miles when they instead might be ultraterrestrials phasing in and out of our — and their — reality? Esotericism and occultism became huge and separated itself from the more colorful and hippie-driven madness of the past decade, and along the way it merged with flying saucers.
As Arthur C. Clarke once wrote, “any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic”. An overused quote, to still true to this day.
