Porridge saturday and fight with a graveyard demon

The Imbolc is here. I was away for a while, because I thought, the writing in english is above my head. The fact is, if I dont do I wount get better. I have a friend who does blog and vlogs and her blog writings in english is normal, but the vlogs makes me cry. But I am with her, because maybe she gets something out of it one day.

For me Imbolc starts today and ends tomorrow. Like someone sayd, in old days everything went from eve to eve. So today I suppose to do some christmasfood. Blood pudding and baked potatoes, aswell candy. The real day is tomorrow and some part of holiday feeling is starting to kick in. Tomorrow I am going to local tavern to get some traditional drinks and food. Women going to tavern and drinking womenred is traditional enough. How it all will go I can write tomorrow.

Since my motivation has been really low. I havent write or clean and generally I dont have any interest against food. The witching and sleeping are two things I enjoy. And the dreams are so vivid. Yet I think that dreaming and witching is pretty much same thing aswell.

In one night I had some work to do. I did go to the house where weird things happened. All were fine and then I went to sleep. In the night I felt someone is dragging me out of my bed, not left, but up. Near to ceiling. I started to fight back with my feet and then I saw him. It was big rounded furry creature with a long and furry foxtale. It had big red eyes and feet with long nails. So I did go to ride with it, I did burn it and I hope the family got rid of it. Old books says its an old magic, done hundreds of years ago and its called a graveyard demon.

I was scared after that, I must say. Because I highly honor old magic and its creatures. I usually try to find them a new home. Or trying to find people a new home. Theres was not such thing that was merely good magic, but in some points some things were really evil ones and I really didnt think about it before this night. Then I did understand this is the evil one. Or maybe I just cant see behind it. And I dont know what the family did, maybe it suppose to be there. And in the end of the day, if someone pays me to help them its really not my problem.

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Explanationbook for “The Man Who Spoke Snakish”

Andrus Kivirähk’s “The man who spoke snakish” has got many wonderful review’s. Yet there are people, who wants to understand the background. Some who says that story aint exactly complete. Story is complete, but these people dosnt see it, for they dont know background ether. We, Estonians, at other hand, have lived in these stories since we were kids. So our mind sees more far away. If you want to see what I see then heres some of the things are explained. Enjoy the Magic:

First of all, you probably thinking how to spell names like Rääk or Ülgas heres a little youtube Estonian alphabet lesson. These funny letters start from 3:05:

SNAKES

Some stories says snakes are evil and kind of snakes is bad and oh well.. these are Christian stories.

But it was common that in families there were snakes, who were given milk and who were kept as housesnakes. Usuallt adders and grassnakes. They brought luck to the house and family. And they did hunt down mice and rats. Addres were kept in families to make medicine out of adders venom. Women who kept adder under their neck were forever protected from bad eye.

Under snake subject goes the matings between WOMEN AND BEARS. Only a child of bear and woman are able to kill a snakeking. The name of snakeking is INEKUI (its not too different from name Ints, if to think that Ints is truly a nickname). Inekui means “big snake”.

INTERESTING FACTS

Snakish – I dont know did we spoke snakish? Probably. Theres stories about animal languages. Tales, folk stories. Rather closer are stories of the speaking with birds. Like my grandmother spoke that in old times everyone could understand birds like its same natural like eating. Now we have some stories what birds speaks, but these are rather wrong… There a lot of stories about someone who had a secret and did whisper it to birch who did spoke it to the wind and by tomorrow everyone knew the secret. Other on is that she did dig a hole into the sand, whispered her secret there and did cover it up, but reed did speak it to the wind and next day everyone knew. So from very young ages we were taught not to speak even to the trees our secrets. (Silence were only way to survive under the regime of red terror)

Fern flowers – yeash. Searched. Believed. Ahh well, we always knew its a shiny blooming flower which you cannot miss. Now Ive started to think over. Our Jaanipäev is at 23.th June but summer solitace is earlier. Will go to look it again! Totally.

Poisonous teeth – Theres a legend that some people had poisionous bite. I did hear the story long time ago and I dont have any books about it, either the internet dosnt know what I wish for. So I was thinking little about it. There are people whos bite goes “bad”, swallows up and goes infectious, quickly and badly. I guess this is the background for poisonous bite.

MISLEADS

Bread – Ryebread came to our table at 11th century. Barley bread looong before that, but no one remembers when. It was done with blood if the blood were around. Ive understand that many porridges were made with blood aswell. So we had the bread without germans. (german got here earliest a.d. 900)

Sacrifice in the sacred grove – They say its true, but guess what. I dont believe in it. I think the place were so sacred that no one split blood in there. Its just german and russian lies that we did sacrifices on holy land. But thats my opinion. I dont like to the other historians, but they havent proof that these sacrifices took place either.

Regi song or rather runic song – No. Germans didnt have these kind of songs. Not in this way. Our are like spells, very similar to other finno-ugric runic songs. Age? 2000-3000 years. Oldest songs (you know, they sing about subject that has been in history so its kind of figured) which lyrics we have today is around 1000-1100 years old(we had here some bad wars and plague that took us close to extinction, so some parts are little fuzzy). Its been documented over 133 000 runic songs.

And!

Originalstory about the Frog of the North

THE NORTHERN FROG

Collected by dr. Friedrich Rheinhold Kreutzwald

ONCE upon a time, as old people relate, there existed a horrible monster which came from the north. It exterminated men and animals from large districts, and if nobody had been able to arrest its progress, it might gradually have swept all living things from the earth.
 It had a body like an ox and legs like a frog; that is to say, two short ones in front, and two long ones behind. Its tail was ten fathoms long. It moved like a frog, but cleared two miles at every bound. Fortunately it used to remain on the spot where it had once alighted for several years, and did not advance farther till it had eaten the whole neighbourhood bare. Its body was entirely encased in scales harder than stone or bronze, so that nothing could injure it. Its two large eyes  shone like the brightest tapers both by day and night, and whoever had the misfortune to meet their glare became as one bewitched, and was forced to throw himself into the jaws of the monster. So it happened that men and animals offered themselves to be devoured, without any necessity for it to move from its place. The neighbouring kings offered magniticent rewards to any one who could destroy the monster by magic or otherwise, and many people had tried their fortune, but their efforts were all futile. On one occasion, a large wood in which the monster was skulking was set on fire. The wood was destroyed, but the noxious animal was not harmed in the slightest degree. However, it was reported among old people that nobody could overcome the monster except with the help of King Solomon’s Seal, on which a secret inscription was engraved, from which it could be discovered how the monster might be destroyed. But nobody could tell where the seal was now concealed, nor where to find a sorcerer who could read the inscription.
 At length a young man whose head and heart were in the right place determined to set out in search of the seal-ring, trusting in his good fortune. He started in the direction of the East, where it is supposed that the wisdom of the ancients is to be sought for. After some years he met with a celebrated magician of the East, and asked him for advice. The sorcerer answered, “Men have but little wisdom, and here it can avail you nothing, but God’s birds will be your best guides under heaven, if you will learn their language. I can help you with it if you will stay with me for a few days.”
 The young man thankfully accepted this friendly offer, and replied, “I am unable at present to make you any return for your kindness, but if I should succeed in my enterprise, I will richly reward you for your trouble.” Then the sorcerer prepared a powerful charm, by boiling nine kinds of magic herbs which he had gathered secretly by moonlight.1 He made the young man drink a spoonful every day, and it had the effect of making the language of birds intelligible to him. When he departed, the sorcerer said, “If you should have the good luck to find and get possession of Solomon’s Seal, come back to me, that I may read you the inscription on the ring, for there is no one else now living who can do so.”
 On the very next day the young man found the world quite transformed. He no longer went anywhere alone, but found company everywhere, for he now understood the language of birds, and thus many secrets were revealed to him which human wisdom would have been unable to discover. Nevertheless, some time passed before he could learn anything about the ring. At length one evening, when he was exhausted with heat and fatigue, he lay down under a tree in a wood to eat his supper, when he heard two strange birds with bright coloured plumage talking about him in the branches. One of them said, “I know the silly wanderer under the tree, who has already wandered about so much without finding a trace of what he wants. He is searching for the lost ring of King Solomon.” The other bird replied, “I think he must seek the help of the Hell-Maiden,1 who would certainly be able to help him to find it. Even if she herself does not possess the ring, she must know well enough who owns it now.” The first bird returned, “It may be as you say, but where can he find the Hell-Maiden, who has no fixed abode, and is here to-day and there to-morrow? He might as well try to fetter the wind.” “I can’t say exactly where she is at present,” said the other bird, “but in three days’ time she will come to the spring to wash her face, as is her custom every month on the night of the full moon, so that the bloom of youth never disappears from her cheeks, and her face never wrinkles with age.” The first bird responded, “Well, the spring is not far off; shall we amuse ourselves by watching her proceedings?” “Willingly,” said the other.
 The young man resolved at once to follow the birds and visit the spring; but two difficulties troubled him. In the first place, he feared he might be asleep when the birds set out; and secondly, he had no wings, with which he could follow close behind them. He was too weary to lie awake all night, for he could not keep his eyes open, but his anxiety prevented him from sleeping quietly, and he often woke up for fear of missing the departure of the birds. Consequently he was very glad when he looked up in the tree at sunrise, and saw the bright-coloured birds sitting motionless with their heads under their wings. He swallowed his breakfast, and then waited for the birds to wake up. But they did not seem disposed to go anywhere  that morning; but fluttered about as if to amuse themselves, in search of food, and flew from one tree-top to another till evening, when they returned to roost at their old quarters. On the second day it was just the same. However, on the third morning one bird said to the other, “We must go to the spring to-day, to see the Hell-Maiden washing her face.” They waited till noon, and then flew away direct towards the south. The young man’s heart beat with fear lest he should lose sight of his guides. But the birds did not fly farther than he could see, and perched on the summit of a tree. The young man ran after them till he was all in a sweat and quite out of breath. After resting three times, the birds reached a small open glade, and perched on a high tree at its edge. When the young man arrived, he perceived a spring in the midst of the opening, and sat down under the tree on which the birds were perched. Then he pricked up his ears, and listened to the talk of the feathered creatures.
 “The sun has not set,” said one bird, “and we must wait till the moon rises and the maiden comes to the well. We will see whether she notices the young man under the tree.” The other bird replied, “Nothing escapes her eyes which concerns a  young man. Will this one be clever enough to escape falling into her net?” “We will see what passes between them,” returned the first bird.
 Evening came, and the full moon had already risen high above the wood, when the young man heard a slight rustling, and in a few moments a maiden emerged from the trees, and sped across the grass to the spring so lightly that her feet hardly seemed to touch the ground. The young man perceived in an instant that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life, and he could not take his eyes from her.
 She went straight to the well, without taking any heed of him, raised her eyes to the moon, and then fell on her knees and washed her face nine times in the spring. Every time she looked up at the moon, and cried out, “Fair and round-cheeked, as now thou art, may my beauty likewise endure imperishably.” Then she walked nine times round the spring, and each time she sang—
“Let the maiden’s face not wrinkle,
Nor her red cheeks lose their beauty;
Though the moon should wane and dwindle,
May my beauty grow for ever,
And my joy bloom on for ever!”

 Then she dried her face with her long hair, and was about to depart, when her eyes suddenly fell upon the young man who was sitting under the tree, and she turned towards him immediately. The young man rose up to await her approach. The fair maiden drew nearer, and said to him, “You have exposed yourself to severe punishment for spying on the private affairs of a maiden in the moonlight, but as you are a stranger, and came here by accident, I will forgive you. But you must inform me truly who you are, and how you came here, where no mortal has ever before set foot.”
 The youth answered with much politeness, “Forgive me, fair lady, for having offended you without my knowledge or intention. When I arrived here, after long wanderings, I found this nice place under the tree, and prepared to camp here for the night. Your arrival interrupted me, and I remained sitting here, thinking that I should not disturb you if I looked on quietly.”
 The maiden answered in the most friendly manner, “Come to our house to-night. It is better to rest on cushions than on the cold moss.”
 The young man hesitated for a moment, uncertain whether he ought to accept her friendly invitation or  to decline it. One of the birds in the tree remarked to the other, “He would be a fool if he did not accept her offer.” Perhaps the maiden did not know the language of birds, for she added, “Fear nothing, my friend. I have not invited you with any ill intention, but wish you well with all my heart.” The birds responded, “Go where you are asked, but beware of giving any blood, lest you should sell your soul.”
 Then the youth went with her. Not far from the spring they arrived at a beautiful garden, in which stood a magnificent mansion, which shone in the moonlight as if the roof and walls were made of gold and silver. When the youth entered, he passed through very splendid apartments, each grander than the last; hundreds of tapers were burning in gold chandeliers, and everywhere diffused a light like that of day. At length they reached a room where an elegant supper was laid out, and two chairs stood at the table, one of silver and the other of gold. The maiden sat down on the golden chair, and invited the youth to take the other. White-robed damsels served up and removed the dishes, but they spoke no word, and trod as softly as if on cats’ feet. After supper the youth remained  alone with the royal maiden, and they kept up a lively conversation, till a woman in red garments appeared to remind them that it was bedtime.
 Then the maiden showed the young man to another room, where stood a silken bed with cushions of down, after which she retired. He thought he must have gone to heaven with his living body, for he never expected to find such luxuries on earth. But he could never afterwards tell whether it was the delusion of dreams or whether he actually heard voices round his bed crying out words which chilled his heart—“Give no blood!”
 Next morning the maiden asked him whether be would not like to stay here, where the whole week was one long holiday. And as the youth did not answer immediately, she added, “I am young and fair, as you see yourself, and I am under no one’s authority, and can do what I like. Until now, it never entered my head to marry, but from the moment when I saw you, other thoughts came suddenly into my mind, for you please me. If we should both be of one mind, let us wed without delay. I possess endless wealth and goods, as you may easily convince yourself at every step, and thus I can live in royal state day by day. Whatever  your heart desires, that can I provide for you.”
 The cajoleries of the fair maid might well have turned the youth’s head, but by good fortune he remembered that the birds had called her the Hell-Maiden, and had warned him to give her no blood, and that he had received the same warning at night, though whether sleeping or waking he knew not. He therefore replied, “Dear lady, do not be angry with me if I tell you candidly that marriage should not be rushed upon at racehorse speed, but requires longer consideration. Pray therefore allow me a few days for reflection, until we are better acquainted.” “Why not?” answered the fair maid. “I am quite content that you should think on the matter for a few weeks, and set your mind at rest.”
 Lest the youth might feel dull, the maiden led him from one part of the magnificent house to another, and showed him all the rich storehouses and treasure-chambers, thinking that it might soften his heart. All these treasures were the result of magic, for the maiden could have built such a palace with all its contents on any day and at any place with the aid of Solomon’s Seal. But everything was unsubstantial, for it was woven of wind,  and dissolved again into the wind, without leaving a trace behind. But the youth was not aware of this, and looked upon all the glamour as reality.
 One day the maiden led him into a secret chamber, where a gold casket stood on a silver table. This she showed him, and then said, “Here is the most precious of all my possessions, the like of which is not to be found in the whole world. It is a costly golden ring. If you will marry me, I will give it you for a keepsake, and it will make you the happiest of all mankind. But in order that the bond of our love should last for ever, you must give me three drops of blood from the little finger of your left hand in exchange for the ring.”
 The youth turned cold when he heard her ask for blood, for he remembered that his soul was at stake. But he was crafty enough not to let her notice his emotion, and not to refuse her, but asked carelessly what were the properties of the ring.
 The maiden answered, “No one living has been able to fathom the whole power of this ring, and no one can completely explain the secret signs engraved upon it. But, even with the imperfect knowledge of its properties which I possess, I can perform many wonders which no other creature can accomplish.  If I put the ring on the little finger of my left hand, I can rise in the air like a bird and fly whithersoever I will. If I place the ring on the ring-finger of my left hand, I become invisible to all eyes, while I myself can see everything that passes around me. If I put the ring on the middle finger of my left hand, I become invulnerable to all weapons, and neither water nor fire can hurt me. If I place it on the index finger of my left hand, I can create all things which I desire with its aid; I can build houses in a moment, or produce other objects. As long as I wear it on the thumb of my left hand, my hand remains strong enough to break down rocks and walls. Moreover, the ring bears other secret inscriptions which, as I said before, no one has yet been able to explain; but it may readily be supposed that they contain many important secrets. In ancient times, the ring belonged to King Solomon, the wisest of kings, and in whose reign lived the wisest of men. At the present day it is unknown whether the ring was formed by divine power or by human hands; but it is supposed that an angel presented the ring to the wise king.”
 When the youth heard the fair one speak in this way, he determined immediately to endeavour to  possess himself of the ring by craft, and therefore pretended that he could not believe what he had heard. He hoped by this means to induce the maiden to take the ring out of the casket to show him, when he might have an opportunity of possessing himself of the talisman. But he did not venture to ask her plainly to show him the ring. He flattered and cajoled her, but the only thought in his mind was to get possession of the ring. Presently the maiden took the key of the casket from her bosom as if to unlock it; but she changed her mind, and replaced it, saying, “There’s plenty of time for that afterwards.”
 A few days later, their conversation reverted to the magic ring, and the youth said, “In my opinion, the things which you tell me of the power of your ring are quite incredible.”
 Then the maiden opened the casket and took out the ring, which shone through her fingers like the brightest sun-ray. Then she placed it in jest on the middle finger of her left hand, and told the youth to take a knife and stab her with it wherever he liked, for it would not hurt her. The youth protested against the proposed experiment; but, as she insisted, he was obliged to humour her. At first he  began in play, and then in earnest to try to strike the maiden with the knife; but it seemed as if there was an invisible wall of iron between them. The blade would not pierce it, and the maiden stood before him unhurt and smiling. Then she moved the ring to her ring-finger, and in an instant she vanished from the eyes of the youth, and he could not imagine what had become of her. Presently she stood before him smiling, in the same place as before, holding the ring between her fingers.
 “Let me try,” said he, “whether I can also do these strange things with the ring.”
 The maiden suspected no deceit, and gave it to him.
 The youth pretended he did not quite know what to do with it and asked, “On which finger must I place the ring to become invulnerable to sharp weapons?” “On the ring-finger of the left hand,” said the maiden, smiling. She then took the knife herself and tried to strike him, but could not do him any harm. Then the youth took the knife from her and tried to wound himself, but he found that this too was impossible. Then he asked the maiden how he could cleave stones and rocks with the ring. She took him to the enclosure where stood a block of granite a fathom high. “Now place the ring,” said the maiden, “on the thumb of your left hand, and then strike the stone with your fist, and you will see the strength of your hand.” The youth did so, and to his amazement he saw the stone shiver into a thousand pieces under the blow. Then he thought, “He who does not seize good fortune by the horns is a fool, for when it has once flown, it never returns.” While he was still jesting about the destruction of the stone, he played with the ring, and slipped it suddenly on the ring-finger of his left hand. Then cried the maiden, “You will remain invisible to me until you take off the ring again.” But this was far from the young man’s thoughts. He hurried forwards a few paces, and then moved the ring to the little finger of his left hand, and soared into the air like a bird. When the maiden saw him flying away, she thought at first that this experiment too was only in jest, and cried out, “Come back, my friend. You see now that I have told you the truth.” But he who did not return was the youth, and when the maiden realised his treachery, she broke out into bitter lamentations over her misfortune.
 The youth did not cease his flight till he arrived, some days later, at the house of the famous sorcerer  who had taught him the language of birds. The sorcerer was greatly delighted to find that his pupil’s journey had turned out so successfully. He set to work at once to read the secret inscriptions on the ring, but he spent seven weeks before he could accomplish it. He then gave the young man the following instructions how to destroy the Northern Frog:—“You must have a great iron horse cast, with small wheels under each foot, so that it can be moved backwards and forwards. You must mount this, and arm yourself with an iron spear two fathoms long, which you will only be able to wield when you wear the magic ring on the thumb of your left hand. The spear must be as thick as a great birch-tree in the middle, and both ends must be sharpened to a point. You must fasten two strong chains, ten fathoms long, to the middle of the spear, strong enough to hold the frog. As soon as the frog has bitten hard on the spear, and it has pierced his jaws, you must spring like the wind from the iron horse to avoid falling into the monster’s throat, and must fix the ends of the chains into the ground with iron posts so firmly that no force can drag them out again. In three or four days’ time the strength of the frog will be so far exhausted that  you can venture to approach it. Then place Solomon’s ring on the thumb of your left hand, and beat the frog to death. But till you reach it, you must keep the ring constantly on the ring-finger of your left hand, that the monster cannot see you, or it would strike you dead with its long tail. But when you have accomplished all this, take great care not to lose the ring, nor to allow anybody to deprive you of it by a trick.”
 Our friend thanked the sorcerer for his advice, and promised to reward him for his trouble afterwards. But the sorcerer answered, “I have learned so much magic wisdom by deciphering the secret inscriptions on the ring, that I need no other profit for myself.” Then they parted, and the young man hastened home, which was no longer difficult to him, as he could fly like a bird wherever he wished.
 He reached home in a few weeks, and heard from the people that the horrible Northern Frog was already in the neighbourhood, and might be expected to cross the frontier any day. The king caused it to be proclaimed everywhere that if any one could destroy the frog, he would not only give him part of his kingdom, but his daughter in marriage likewise. A few days later, the young man came before the king, and declared that he hoped to destroy the monster, if the king would provide him with what was necessary; and the king joyfully consented. All the most skilful craftsmen of the neighbourhood were called together to construct first the iron horse, next the great spear, and lastly the iron chains, the links of which were two inches thick. But when all was ready, it was found that the iron horse was so heavy that a hundred men could not move it from its place. The youth was therefore obliged to move the horse away alone, with the help of his ring.
 The frog was now hardly four miles away, so that a couple of bounds might carry it across the frontier. The young man now reflected how he could best deal with the monster alone, for, as he was obliged to push the heavy iron horse from below, he could not mount it, as the sorcerer had directed him. But he unexpectedly received advice from the beak of a raven, “Mount upon the iron horse, and set the spear against the ground, and you can then push yourself along as you would push a boat from the shore.” The young man did so, and found that he was able to proceed in this way. The monster at once opened its jaws afar off, ready to receive the expected prey. A few fathoms more, and the man and the iron horse were in the monster’s jaws. The young man shook with horror, and his heart froze to ice, but he kept his wits about him, and thrust with all his might, so that the iron spear which he held upright in his hand, pierced the jaws of the monster. Then he leaped from the iron horse, and sprang away like lightning as the monster clashed his jaws together. A hideous roar, which was heard for many miles, announced that the Northern Frog had bitten the spear fast. When the youth turned round, he saw one point of the spear projecting a foot above the upper jaw, and concluded that the other was firmly fixed in the lower one; but the frog had crushed the iron horse between his teeth. The young man now hastened to fasten the chains in the ground, for which strong iron posts several fathoms long had been prepared.
 The death-struggles of the monster lasted for three days and three nights, and when it reared itself, it struck the ground so violently with its tail, that the earth was shaken for fifty miles round. At length, when it was too weak to move its tail any longer, the young man lifted a stone with the help of his ring, which twenty men could not have moved, and beat the monster about the head with it until no further sign of life was visible.
 Immeasurable was the rejoicing when the news arrived that the terrible monster was actually dead. The victor was brought to the capital with all possible respect, as if he had been a powerful king. The old king did not need to force his daughter to the marriage, for she herself desired to marry the strong man who had alone successfully accomplished what others had not been able to effect with the aid of a whole army. After some days, a magnificent wedding was prepared. The festivities lasted a whole month, and all the kings of the neighbouring countries assembled to thank the man who had rid the world of its worst enemy. But amid the marriage festival and the general rejoicings it was forgotten that the monster’s carcass had been left unburied, and as it was now decaying, it occasioned such a stench that no one could approach it. This gave rise to diseases of which many people died. Then the king’s son-in-law determined to seek help from the sorcerer of the East. This did not seem difficult to him with the aid of his ring, with which he could fly in the air like a bird.
 But the proverb says that injustice never prospers, and that as we sow we reap. The king’s son-in-law was doomed to realise the truth of this adage with his stolen ring. The Hell-Maiden left no stone unturned, night or day, to discover the whereabouts of her lost ring. When she learned through her magic arts that the king’s son-in-law had set out in the form of a bird to visit the sorcerer, she changed herself into an eagle, and circled about in the air till the bird for which she was waiting came in sight. She recognised him at once by the ring, which he carried on a riband round his neck. Then the eagle swooped upon the bird, and at the moment that she seized him in her claws she tore the ring from his neck with her beak, before he could do anything to prevent her. Then the eagle descended to the earth with her prey, and they both stood together in their former human shapes. “Now you have fallen into my hands, you rascal,” cried the Hell-Maiden. “I accepted you as my lover, and you practised deceit and theft against me: is that my reward? You robbed me of my most precious jewel by fraud, and you hoped to pass a happy life as the king’s son-in-law; but now we have turned over a new leaf. You are in my power, and you shall atone to me for all your villainy.” “Forgive me, forgive me,” said the king’s son-in-law. “I know well that I have treated you very badly, but I heartily repent of my fault.” But the maiden answered, “Your pleadings and your repentance come too late, and nothing can help you more. I dare not overlook your offence, for that would bring me disgrace, and make me a byword among the people. Twice have you sinned against me: for, firstly, you have despised my love; and, secondly, you have stolen my ring; and now you must suffer your punishment.” As she spoke, she placed the ring on the thumb of her left hand, took the man on her arm like a doll, and carried him away. This time she did not take him to a magnificent palace, but to a cavern in the rocks where chains were hanging on the walls. The maiden grasped the ends of the chains and fettered the man hand and foot, so that it was impossible for him to escape, and she said in anger, “Here shall you remain a prisoner till your end. I will send you so much food every day, that you shall not die of hunger, but you need never expect to escape.” Then she left him.
 The king and his daughter endured a time of  terrible anxiety as weeks and weeks passed by, and the traveller neither returned nor sent any tidings. The king’s daughter often dreamed that her consort was in great distress, and therefore she begged her father to assemble the sorcerers from all parts, in hopes that they might perhaps be able to give some information respecting what had happened to him, and how he could be rescued. All the sorcerers could say was that he was still alive, but in great distress, and they could neither discover where he was, nor how he could be found. At length a famous sorcerer from Finland was brought to the king, who was able to inform him that his son-in-law was kept in captivity in the East, not by a human being, but by a more powerful creature. Then the king sent messengers to the East to seek for his lost son-in-law. Fortunately they met with the old sorcerer who had read the inscriptions on Solomon’s Seal, and had thus learned wisdom which was hidden from all others. The sorcerer soon discovered what he wished to know, and said, “The man is kept prisoner by magic art in such and such a place, but you cannot release him without my help, so I must go with you myself.”
 They set out accordingly, and in a few days, led  by the birds, they reached the cavern in the rock where the king’s son-in-law had already languished for seven years in captivity. He recognised the sorcerer immediately, but the latter did not know him, he was so much worn and wasted. The sorcerer loosed his chains by his magic art, took him home, and nursed and tended him till he had recovered sufficient strength to set out on his journey. He reached his destination on the very day that the old king died, and was chosen king. Then came days of joy after long days of suffering; and he lived happily till his end, but he never recovered the magic ring, nor has it ever since been seen by human eyes.

ORIGINAL STORY OF HEDGEHOG

CANTO XII
ESTONIAN EPIC KALEVIPOEG

THE FIGHT WITH THE SORCERER’S SONS

AS the Kalevide proceeded on his way, carrying his heavy load of planks, the sorcerer’s three sons rushed upon him from an ambush close to a high waterfall which foams over steep rocks. He had been walking quietly along, and the man in his wallet had fallen comfortably asleep. The villains sprang upon the hero from behind, armed with slender young birch-trees and dry pine-trunks. Two of them carried long whips, the handle formed of strong beech-wood, and the lash armed with a great millstone, with which they belaboured the hero unmercifully. He had just armed himself with a huge club, in case he should be assaulted in passing through the wood. It was a great pine-trunk from which he had broken the crown. It was five-and-thirty ells long, and two feet thick at the thick end, and with this he could defend himself as with a sword.
 The Kalevide tried at first to remonstrate with his assailants, but as they continued to annoy him he rushed upon them with his club. The pine club was soon splintered, the fragments flying in all directions, and then the Kalevide defended himself with the planks which he was carrying, and at every blow he smashed one on the backs of his enemies. Presently his load was nearly exhausted, and the sorcerer’s sons, hoping now for an easy victory, pressed him more hardly, when suddenly he heard a little voice crying from the bushes, “Dear son of Kalev, strike them with the edges!”1 The hero at once took the hint, and, instead of striking with the flat side of the planks, began to strike with the sharp edges, and his enemies soon fled before him, howling like wolves. If the savages had not been thoroughly hardened by long exposure to heat and cold by day and night, he would have left them dead on the field.
 The Kalevide sat down to rest after the battle, and called to his dear brother, who had aided him, to show himself. But his friend answered that he could not venture out into the open, for he was only a poor naked little hedgehog. So the hero called to him to come, and he would clothe him. The hedgehog crept out of his warm nest, naked and shivering, and the hero cut a piece from the lining of his own coat, and gave it to the hedgehog, who joyfully wrapped himself in the warm covering. But the piece was not large enough to cover him entirely, and his legs and belly remained naked as before.
 The Kalevide now wanted to sleep, but he was in the midst of a swamp. He therefore fetched a load of sand from the distant sandhills, to make himself a bed. He then felt into his bag for something to eat, when his thumb came against the cold stiff body of his little friend, who had been killed in his sleep by a chance blow during the fight, without having had time to cry out or move a limb. He was much grieved at the untimely death of his protégé, and dug him a grave with his own hands, round which he planted berry-bearing bushes. Then he ate his supper and fell asleep, to dream of the events of the past day.
 While he was asleep, the sorcerer himself crept to his side, and by his spells and incantations, and the use of magic herbs, threw him into a deep slumber, which lasted for days and nights. Presently a messenger came in haste to summon the king, and the cup-bearer directed him to Lake Peipus; but no one had seen or heard anything of him.
 On a fine summer’s day, the people flocked from all parts of the country to the sacred hill of Taara for a great festival, and as yet there came no news of the king. Summer faded into autumn, and the Kalevide still slept on, but he was dreaming of a new sword, much better than the uncle of his father Kalev had forged for him, which was forged in an underground smithy.
 This sword had been forged by the pupils of Ilmarine in a workshop in the interior of a great mountain at the middle point of the earth, the peak of which was lost in the clouds. Seven strong smiths wrought it with copper hammers, the handles of which were of silver, and one of their company turned it on the fire or laid it on the anvil with tongs of the purest silver, while Ilmarine himself watched every stroke of the hammers.
 Presently a young man entered, pale and covered with blood, and he only touched his cap without further salutation, and cried out to the workmen not to waste the sword on the murderous son of Kalev, who could slay his best friends in his rage. The Kalevide tried to cry out that it was false, but the son of the old Tübja1 oppressed him with a nightmare, and he could not utter a word; he felt as if a mountain lay upon his breast, and the sweat ran from his face.
 On the following morning the Kalevide awoke from his sleep. He knew that the vision of the smithy was a dream, but he was not aware that he had slept for seven weeks without intermission. He found that his planks were nearly all destroyed, and determined to fetch a fresh load from Pleskau.
 When he came to the lake, he heard a boy shouting for help. It was a herd-boy, whose favourite lamb was being carried off by a wolf. He killed the wolf with a stone, and then stood by the lake considering what to do next. Presently he decided to build a bridge across the “puddle;”  and built it out into the lake for perhaps a couple of miles, when a great storm arose and swept away the unfinished structure. When he saw his work destroyed, he said, “Why didn’t I wade straight through, as I did before, instead of wasting my time like this?” So he caught a supply of crayfish, which he roasted and ate, and then set out on his journey through the water.
 On the shores of Lake Peipus lived a poor orphan boy, who had lost all dear to him by famine, pestilence, and war, and who was now compelled to slave as herd-boy for a hard mistress,1 and to mind the children as well as to look after the sheep and goats. He sang sad songs, till at length the wood-nymph took compassion on him, and sang to him one evening from the summit of an oak-tree, telling him that good luck would be his in the morning. Next morning he found a lark’s egg hidden among leaves, which he hid in his bosom next his heart wrapped in wool and a strip of linen. A mouse was hatched from it, which he fostered in the same way till it became a kitten, a puppy, a lamb, and at length a sheep1 with fine white wool, and the sheep was so dear to the boy that he left off weeping and lamenting, and always felt happy and contented, though his lot was still a hard one.

And from this day on we take hedgehogs as sprites and give them milk. But as hedgehogs got their milk from small bowl that were left under the tree than snakes usually lives in kitchens and got fresh milk.

Weeds on my table

One thing I have noticed is that in Europe people eat much more stuff out from nature than in America. In this post I speak about weed I eat and enjoy. Things right from your garden! They only helps and eases, they does help to prevent diseases.

1. Dandelions (Taraxacum officinale)
From root to flower! Eatable when young or flowering
Its really good in salads. Roots you can toast, powder them up and make a coffee. But what I most love is honey.
In the sunny day I collect dandelions yellow blooming flowers. I w ash them, add water equal to flowers and make them boil. When it boils I turn off the heat and let it set overnight or up to 24 hours. Then I take flowers out, so that only yellow greenish water stays in pot and I make it boil again. Little by little I start to add sugar.(75% of flowers. If you had cup of flowers than you add three quareters of sugar) Its ready when it seems like to be a liquid honey.

It helps against.
Liverdiseases – eat the green part. 1-2 stalk in a day
Heartdiseases – dandelion flowerteas
Constipation – Tea made of roots. Half glass before breakfast and other half before dinner.
Flu, bronchaitis – dandeloinhoney
etc
And vitamin C in springs – eat 10 days one stalk a day, keep 10 days pause and eat another ten days a stalk etc until you feel better.

2. Cowslip (Primula veris) From root to flower. Eatable when young or flowering.
I just love cowslip. I eat it in salads or aswell with cottage cheese. You can use yellow flowers on your sweets. Goes well with meat.
It has vitamins C, A, P, E and a lot of manganese salts.

Cowslip is antibacterial, antifungus, calming.
It helps against (tea! you can make teas out of it!)
sleepiness
bronchitis
asthma
vertigo
migraine
headache
kidney- and bladder stones
lowers cholesterol
against got
eases tremor

! But, be careful with roots! Too much can make you ill.

3. Stinging nettle (Urtica dioica) young leaves.
Soups, tea, pestos, purees… imagination is the level. You can also use it in your bath water.
Includes viatmins A, B, C, E and iron, magnesium, calcium, potassium

Herb has been used (as tea or fresh leaves) to treat disorders of the:
kidneys and urinary tract
gastrointestinal tract
locomotor system
skin
cardiovascular system
hemorrhage
influenza
rheumatism
gout

! Be careful, theres a trick! If you drink nettle tea, then it makes your blood thin and it can go too thin, it can loose its power to clot. So basically just 10 days drink/eat – 10 days pause – 10 drink/eat – 10 pause etc.

4. Chamomile (Matricaria chamomilla)
Flowers
Only tea and wraps. It has been on my life forever, as long as I remmeber.

You take this boiled flowers and make wraps out of it and use them on the parts whats ill against
inflammation
swelling
pains, helps well with toothpain (dosnt fix tooth, just gives little time before dentist)

Tea helps against:
Flu
Pains
Headache
neurosis
allergy
bronchitis

5. Dog-rose (Rosa canina) Its berries, flowers and leaves.
You can make out of it syrup, marmalade, tea, compote, you can use it on soups.
I love it. Every end of the summer I just get crazy to gets its berries. I find them and basically sit under the bush and eat them. Flowers and leaves can be used on making tea.

What its good for:’
2-5 berries contains our daily need for vitamin C!
stimulates urinary and biliary excretion
anti-inflammatory
anti-atherosclerotic
it helps to stop bleeds
Its helps against:
Infectious diseases
anemia
fractures
sleep disorders
bronchitis
tuberculosis
gastritis

! You should never freeze dog-rose berries, freezing kills the vitamin C. But you can dry it!

Rule of Three

Its believed that what ever energy you give out to the world shall return do you three times. What ever deeds and toughts you have they have affect do your tomorrow.

This is going to be real witch subject. I had my toughts long ago, but they had to come together inside me.

So let me tell you how I see the rule of three and the good and bad.

First of all.
When I do good, when I pray to goddesses, when I heal or just wish good, then how does it work.

if I take the energy from space or god or goddesses or who knows where, then we really dont know where we take it and what we must pay for it. So first thing we should pay for our deeds is our own energy. No matter what we do, sometimes we get people who supports us, sometimes we get these who loves us, but in general – we are on our own. Working with others we may be able to use their energy, but often its not suitable, so yeah. No cosmos. Space is out there and if I cant relocate it and see and understand it and the deal between I dont recommend to go for it. Some says its secure and I am anxious. But angels and gods and space, its what we think it is, but. Why should they care to give you an energy to fix someones life? They are so powerful that they could fix by one flick everyones lives. Its something I dont have trust in.

When I do good I do good to me(I), I get to payd from the person for doing good(II)(tIf I do something to someone else there will be always a pay part. Its always there. It witch denies it someone else gets it. If person dosnt want to pay. Well, its always adviced to pay) and karma ofcourse(III) – and this is the rule of three.

Now, doing good is a tricky thing and can be aswell doing bad. If I take someone and I do good by giving this person little money spell. This person really wins with a lottery. But who were suppose to win this lottery? Were it mere coincidence or not? I mean, there could be that on other case some poor man would get it who needed it more. Or it could be that someone rich would get it. We often think that rich ones dosnt need and need=deserve. It isnt really so. If the rich one is able to do work for others and help them and karma gives, then who are we do stop it? So basically I get it back 3 times – geting(inside) good for doing good (I), geting payd for my spell(II), so now, since its unclear were it really a good deed or not I get myself a chance or I will loose one.

Doing bad. If someone wants to break the relationship from loving man. He supports, hes family loves but for her it isnt right. Then I can break the deal. Same time I break one of my deals. If I clean her relationship part up, I clean it up on myself aswell. Cleaning is always good. But breaking or greating the relation is something more questionable. You see, it might be a good relationship, then I loose some chances for me, if its really something that should not be I create a chance for me and her and him. Everyone wins.

Same thing goes with healing. Maybe this person is sick by the rules of karma and I fix this person and I loose a chance for I take away this persons chance. Well, in health you can always make the person do the hard work. They never want to do, but make them think out what is the reason they are ill. Its a golden deal, let them think and maybe nothing have to be done. They figure it out and boom – next day they wake up all fixed! If I dont heal, and they figure it out then its different thing then while I heal.

It goes down to really simple examples

If I lie I loose the power to see when someone lies to me
If I steal the others can steal from me
If I take someones choice I would loose a “door” or “window”
If I heal someone I heal myself
If I destroy someone I destroy part of myself. But you cant destroy anything that is prefect

If I dont want to see the good deeds bad side or bad deeds good side I will do good that I cannot see or bad that I cannot see either. Good might be good to someone that turns to bad for me. Even scarier is bad I do while I do good. I might take away someones growth! If my bad side is “hided” its always ruled by forces. I dont trust any forces, its usually not nature. So better see everything. If a mother is asking help with a depressed child, we fix the child, but maybe we just do bad to the child while well.. mother rules over child and it could be mere closeup so mother could not turn the child into someone else. Because we used to think that mothers means 200% well to their babies.

Wiccans says after their thingy “if it is right”. I dont know exact words – meaning stays. It takes action of nothingess. I mean, who decides what is right or what should be? Our destiny is not written on rocks, its the sum of everyday actions we take. And it gives away the responsibility.

If someones wants me to do somthing and I agree to do, then they give answer of their wishes. I just can be happy if I am successful. If I do something on my own then I give answer to my actions. If I fail I feel concecuenses, if I suggsess I see what comes out of it. Sometimes it is what we wish for, sometimes it really isnt.

Feelings

Everyone of us creates feelings to others. What they feel we truly dont know.

Feeling isnt only something unreachable like friendship or love. But often it includes smells, comfort, disqust, time. I am not sure how we make these feelings. Our likes and dislikes makes base, but everything that continues. Maybe it is not always about us, but how people who feels thinks about us.

The bestes way is reachable in old peoples homes.

It depends how they have lived, what they value.

Like lady, wop has been living whole her in Europe has decorated her home like in Germany of France, she makes meals like there. She welcomes you, speaks with you, thinks of you this one way.

Other lady is from old russian home, her walls is ccovered with carpets and she cries for fallen soviet union days. Yet, if she gives you, you must take or you insult her. She is pretty loud, she has all kind of goldy things around her house. And the feeling that grows are something totally different.

Next one has seen war. Shes very conserned and often and usually proud. She holds her head up, for she have survied. You feel everything what was before war in her house. You could feel locales and warmth from the old world.

And next one is a simple lady. She remembers everything that her great-great grandmother did know. Shes like something old, something that havent even yet have any war. You could feel the roots that keeps you deep in the ground. And the time stops.

Theres all kind of ladies and gentlemans. They carry their time inside them.

But if these ladies are our friends, we dont feel time anymore, we feel their life, thier moods, their temper. If we are family we hardly see the roots anymore, we forgot what others sees, for it is usual to us. Normality. We start to carry and share same feelings, because its where we have come. We catch our own fire and get our own experiences and what other feels is different from our parents.

Rain and books

Weekend started with wind blowing under roof and waterdrops falling to my window. Later it had its moments of sunshine. But I stayed at home, made fire and ate mushrooms. I love baked mushrooms. Its so beautiful to watch and listen the dance and song of flames.

I had a plans for Saturday. It was a Rose Day in our bookstores. You take them rose, they give you book. But I started to feel kind of wrong. Like its the thing where they suck out your energy or who knows what, because the book has always more value than rose. And ofcourse behind of that all were owners wish to get their fortune. As much as I love books I did skip this oportunity. And I was thinking about applyng for a job in this company, but now I just dont want to.

Instead I took a walk in my garden. Spring is on its fullest. Everything blooms. Radishes and carrots shows first sight of growing. I did put them down last week. And for today everything is even more and more sunny and warm and beautiful. Today I saw first dandelions!

It was rainy and lazy Sunday. Had to make some arrangements for monday, for!


Societatis Academic Militare Historiae (or something like that) had their book presetation! Only with selected guests. Years ago, I was introduced to their societys President of Honour. I did keep touch and now weeks earlier he called me and invited to come over. Absolutely!

There were all kind of people in there. Historians, arists, collectors. They sang, speak stories, shared plans. Made gifts. I got two new books, one about tanks and other one about eastern front in WW II. I still got my books!

We ate. Why I bring it out – Everyone eats! – is because how we ate. In the table were soup for four. One bowl, cour spoons, four people sharing the bowl. Salad were shared by two people. So I did share with the guy who sat next to me. He were so sad, because he wanted to share his book aswell, but publicator didnt made it by time. First time in my life I got to eat octopus. So tasteful!

So it did end. My almost weekend with rain and books, for until yesterday it did rain and rain and rain. Today we had extremely beautiful day with sunshine.

Tiny everyday things that matters

For our soul and body is sacred.

We might be heros, but heros first choice must be themselves. Maybe tomorrow we are needed again.

Most common beliefe about these who can make miracles is if they can make miracles they must do it free and always. Its the destiny. But it really isnt.

We take time to go to work, to make money, to have some duties. And theres very little time left for things that are more important. That keeps us alive and happy. This is how everyone can help themselves, humens or elves or angels or witches, who ever you are.

1. Always wake up with a smile. If not, then smile. Before you open the eyes, before you kill the alarmclock. Smile!

2. Before sleep do only calm things. For some reasons our tv channels tend to show horror or action movies in the late nights. If you think you watch it and then go to sleep, its wrong. Rather have a nice cup of cocoa with a fairytale book, or listen some calm music. Or just take a evening walk or do yoga. Take a bath. But dont over exasperate your nerval system.

3. Eat together. Behind the table. Enjoy the food and each others company. But remember, what ever trouble is in family, what ever talks must to be talked – this is not the place. Keep the troubles into later time, they are there, they wount run anywhere. An hour together with most important people in the world where no shadow is allowed is more important. Better more if the meal is maked by whole family together.

4. Read. Reading is always good, it makes you smarter.

5. Write. Sometimes theres no one around. Journal is a good thing where you can write what you dont want to forget and where to write to forget or to solve. Its a good idea to keep two separated journals, even if one dosnt go without other. One would be your best friend, other one your therapist.

6. Walk(jog/run/swim). Everyday. In parks or beaches or forests. Somehwere wheres no people, only you and blue sky and everything beautiful that nature has to show you.

7. Take time for these who you love. For hurry will be here always

Welcome

You may call me Lady, for the name does not matter.

I am from the Land of Magic. Its my home, it my everyday and magic is my everything. Its like breathing. I could not think of living without it in my life.

I am not magican as everyone think of wiccans, as it is expected. I dont make lotions or potions or any spells at all. I live by calendar and fact that everything I do should have magical meaning. If I water my flowers or do my laundry. If I eat or make love.

Yet, magic is not a belief for me. Theres nothing to believe in. No outside gods or goddesses, its only about me and my choices. My choice is what builds my future and destiny – therefor I am my own god and my body and everything spiritual inside me is sacred.

How I see this life and how magic is related into everyday life is what I am going to write about.