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Comment: I've been told by various people that in Ireland, it's possible for
planning permission to be denied due to the land being 'Fairy land' i.e. Land for fairies, especially on the West side of Ireland. And also the Cadbury's factory in Coolock, tried to extend but couldn't due to part of the land containing a 'fairy mound'. Is there any truth in this? |
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I've known people who have had to go to quite a lot of trouble and expense to prove that there are no ancient relics or sites on their land before planning permission is granted.
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Perhaps the writer in the OP meant Iceland, rather than Ireland, where the belief in various mythological folk ("huldufolk") is widespread:
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And on page four of the comments in the link above, Vanity Fair responds: Quote:
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This is one area where I feel morally and intellectual torn as an atheist and basically a sceptic, but also as a fan and supporter of traditional customs and traditions. I do believe that certain areas should be protected out of mythical and folkloric interest, but I find it hard to justify those beliefs when I don't feel that modern and mainstream religion is a stable basis for interference in governmental or business issues.
If I have to justify it to myself, I believe that it is the antiqueness of the folkloric belief that I cherish. While a person might not believe in cruel and unusual punishment, they may treasure the continued existence of the town stocks. I believe that it should be remembered that people believed, or at least imagined, even if I don't believe in such things myself. I think that historic mentalities and sensibilities are a valuable source of intrigue and should never be bulldozed on a whim, no more than a place should be totalled when it harbours a rare moss or beetle. More than that, I think some ridiculous myths are the foundations of some smaller village and town societies, and although I value scepticism and a proveable reality, I value a functioning community even more. That's why I believe that while there's no fairy at Janet's Foss in the Dales where I sometimes go walking (I know - I've checked), the myth is more significant than the reality and it would be a tragedy if Janet's Foss were turned into a Little Chef. Sorry, I went into a bit of a rant there.
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From Steve's Vanity Fair response
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Comment: I have heard that from very unreliable sources a surprisingly
consistant rumor, that in Iceland if one is to breakground on new construction she must first have a GOVERNMENT offical certify that the land is not occupied by any "Hidden People" namely elves. This rumor shows up on wikipedia and other parts of the internet, I assume there must be an actual government body that can confirm or deny this pretty easily but I have not seen such evidence. Icelanders love their elves but are they engrained to such a degree that there is government procedures for them? |
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I can personally attest to in my travels meeting many people young and old who not only held such beliefs but also acted differently because of them. Even friends of mine in Dublin that mocked my "culchie" boyfriend swore they'd heard banshees at one time or another, or wouldn't keep Ouija boards in the house. Normally, I'd chalk it up to f*cking with Americans (a national hobby) but I gathered these boys were somewhat serious. (As an aside, Stephen once snapped at my barrage of irish gaelic linguistic prodding and was like, "No! It doesn't exist! It's just something we pretend to speak to f*ck with ye yanks."
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I always thought Irish fairies were quaint until they got their tiny hands on C-4 plastic explosive.
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Plenty of USians won't do that, for religious reasons.
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Technically, the plastic explosive used by Irish fairies is Semtex, which is RDX-based, and comes from the former Czechoslovakia. C-4 apparently smells too strong for Irish fairies to smuggle it through US customs in their pots o' gold.
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