The “Men In Black” (MIBs) episodes form part of an “extraordinary encounter continuum.” One such manifestation appeared to Peter Rojcewicz in 1980. Then, the being manifested as a very gaunt, very pale man, about 6 feet 1 inch tall, weighing about 140 pounds and wearing a black suit, black shoes, black string tie and a bright white shirt. (Details in the December 16, 2012 Ersjdamoo’s Blog entry.)
A different variation, reportedly described in the book Strange Wisconsin, was a convoy of shiny black pickup trucks heading single file across a field in the same direction a UFO had gone.
In his book, The Real Men In Black, Nick Redfern explains how strange people clad in black have appeared to those dabbling in occult studies and practices throughout history, according to a review by Linda S. Godfrey, author of Strange Wisconsin.
In the Cotton Mather times, the “Men In Black” manifested as “a small black man,” recorded Mather in Wonders of the Invisible World.
In a different book, A Brand Pluck’d Out of the Burning, Cotton Mather described the strange case of Mercy Short.
“Reader,” begins Cotton Mather with a trembling hand, “If thou hadst a Desire to have seen a Picture of Hell, it was visible in the doleful Circumstances of Mercy Short! Here was one lying in Outer Darkness, haunted with the Divel and his Angels, deprived of all common Comforts, tortured with most cruciating Fires, Wounded with a thousand Pains all over, and cured immediately, that the Pains of those Wounds might bee repeated.”
Several MIBs surrounded and persecuted Mercy Short. She had frequent verbal arguments with “the Divel”, who is described to have manifested then as “no taller than an ordinary Walking-Staff; hee was not of a Negro, but of a Tawney, or an Indian colour; hee wore an high-crowned Hat, with strait Hair, and had one Cloven-Foot.”
Those were troubled times in New England. The land was darkened indeed, since the Powers of Darkness had been turned in upon the New Englanders: ’twas a dark time, yea a black night indeed, for the Ty-dogs of the Pit were abroad. The very Devils were walking about the streets, with lengthened chains, making a dreadful noise in the ears, and brimstone was making an hellish and horrid stench in the nostrils. The birds of prey (and indeed the Devils most literally in the shape of great birds! [UFOs?]) were flying about.
In a word, the times were so bad, that we may well count it, ’twas as good a time to die in, as ever we saw.
But in those troubled times, one man, Cotton Mather, stood firm against the tide.