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    Saga Kraft

    Welcome to Saga Kraft.

    Myths, fairy tales, legends: Stories comfort us, inspire us, and heal us. Please join us as we share stories, both old and new.

    More than anything, we are open to the story and its unfolding. At times, it may be one story told by one person. At times, it’s the same story told through three different voices. In the end, we go were the story takes us . . . and we invite you to follow.

    We are:
    Sea, a writer artist and storyteller.
    Betsy, a medium and teacher of mystery traditions.
    Gabriela, an artist and practitioner of folk magic.
    We’re magical fairy godmothers in training.

    May our stories meet yours.

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    Copyright: © Copyright 2020 Betsy Bergstrom, Gabriela Sarna, Sea Gabriel: Saga Kraft

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    Saga Sep 30, 2020
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    Welcome to saga craft myths, fairytales, legends stories, comfort us, inspire us and heal us. Please join us. As we share our stories, both old and new, more than anything, we are open to the story and it's unfolding at times. It may be one story told by one person at times it's the same story told through three different voices.In the end, we go where the story takes us and we invite you to follow. I'm Sea a writer, artist, and storyteller. I'm Betsy, a medium and teacher of mystery traditions. I'm Gabriella, an artist and practitioner of folk magic. We are magical fairy godmothers in training. Today, we are talking about our namesake Saga. This is the story that Saga gave me about herself while I was standing in a clearing in the presence of very large trees.Everywhere you look there is a story. It can be a story brought by the North wind. Stories from the North come from the land of the dead and the ancestors. It can be a story of trees, the story of the wins or a story of those who carry the wins, the great spirits themselves. These stories are mysterious, friendly, improbable, and even impossible.Somewhere, every story is true. Start with stories of trees, how they support each other with the roots sharing nutrients and what they have trying to keep each other alive and thriving trees are amazing. Examples of currents, how are power and energies that rise up and draw down or. These currents of power are everywhere in this world.And in all the worlds in the cold worlds, it's the power of ice and frost in the hot worlds. It's the power of fire and heat in those worlds. If there's something that can burn, it will burn. So in these worlds powers are emotional in the world. The veneer, it is the pulse, the heartbeat and life force of the mother and the thrusting thriving energy of the father that creates transformation and fosters life.It is the magic of the earth and of the green. The world's won't thrive without the DC here, who are the mothers of continuing life. We serve in all the worlds before us. We're the vets here, the earth mothers holding all of these worlds is the great three . This tree still stands because of the Norns, the shapers of destiny who water the roots from the well of origin and apply the glowing white silk that strengthens the tree of life.The dragon buried in the earth below the tree. Choose the tree roots. This dragon Nidhogg. Align the follows its instincts in the dark as we would, if we never opened our eyes, see what the possibilities are. He is the powerful father of the dragon sickness, which is greed the DC near the nor near the editors.And grandmothers know that this blind greed is the dragon story. He who is below Electra. Silver will never open his eyes to see new possibilities. In other worlds, dragons have other possibilities, the possibilities of transforming desire into higher qualities. In other worlds, trees have other stories.They can be life givers and life takers. They require respect, which they are not always given. They perpetuate life. Odin is like that. Odin is like a great tree, a walking tree, a wandering tree Odin can shelter. Odin can give life. Odin can lengthen life and he can take life. Odin is the father tree. It found the life that's trees on the shore and saw in them humans who had nothing who had another life, no breath, no dreams, no context.His intervention brought them out of nowhere and into somewhere. He gave then as trees can now give so much to us. Ax handles for the ax stuffs for walking or walking between worlds Spears that allow us to hunt man or beast walls and roof to support life with shelter. Furniture to provide comfort for the body and coffins to hold the body.When that time is right and necessary fuel for the fire. Remember wood without life is fuel for the fire. If you don't become infused with life, you are fuel for the fire. My name is saga. I'm one of the DC here before that, a land vet here and now a friend of Odin at night, I sit with Odin at soak for back by the streaming waterfall.He tells a story. I tell a story, we create a story together. We drink need. And infuse life in stories. We perpetuate life in this way, in all the worlds some nights, this is so joyful. Our evening conversations might go like this Odin. What are you in need of tonight? The need of poetry. Of ecstasy water from the well of origin or remembrance some nights, he knows exactly what he wants.Sunlight's I must cook sin because he is so unsettled. It is bound up in his own nature. He's the tree holding up the worlds at heart. He's a wonder Walker of the worlds. He can travel with his spirit, but not with his body because he is bound. He holds up the lives of all the worlds saga. I feel tonight that Nidhogg, the dragon has almost chewed through the roots of the tree.He has own those freed me. Does he drink from the Wells that are down there with him? Does he remember the other worlds that he will never see? What will he be doing at Ragnar rock? Does he break free? Does he free me? Does he not drink? I wait until the worlds and to walk free Odin, what story? Right. Shall it be of dwarves of elves? Of giants? Of your Ravens ? Or of the Norns, Saga, who shaped the world as much as I did, who laid upon me a desire to be free? We can tell stories of the world shapers or Odin. We could tell a story of a competition. Of poets, Norse Icelander Dane or sphere, which other poetic specialty be mythic, heroic, spiritual.All right. Saga Norse. And Icelander a poetic competition about a great voyage. The story must begin with the tree in order for them to it'd be a great voyage. There must be shifts in order for there to be ships, the trees must be chosen and asked. Are you willing to become a wanderer? If they are, then those planks will be alive with purpose and with the life force of the tree, those that say no, may still be taken and they become the planks of death.Trees that say yes are born again into a new life. This will shape the voyage. We tell stories of desire of loss, of heartbreak, of discovery, of heroism. What we don't talk about is creating new worlds for these worlds bind. After the binding is the long, long wait for the unravel, or that is what we do each night.We wait and we tell stories, our stories shape the worlds world shaping and making is binding. It binds the maker to the world. Saga. What have I done? My freedom? Yes, I would in unusual have it, but not yet. Not tonight. Tonight is another story, which will it be a secret? Is that every world has an avatar of Odin.It's the only way he can survive being a creator of the worlds. But that is another story. The end. Thank you, Betsy. That was absolutely beautiful. My story is not only about saga, but it's about you and B and all of us. You would think the story is about me saga, but it's more about you and always will be about you and her.And so many others. It's about our stories and dreams together and how they intercept and flow further down to stream to branch out, to make more dreams and stories for you are the fire. You are the storm. You are the dream that is weighted to be born. Where do you want to go next to my dear saga? That all father asks playfully though, here he is not the all father, but who would be the enjoyer of a fine meat and an even finer story, which I just finished sharing with him.Is it that time again, I laugh fully aware that it is always time for a new chapter and what part I might play in it. He knows my fondness for me and spirits, as he gazes into the well and search of my new destination, I can feel the water stir and swirl pulling me under their influence as my own desires, arise to the surface and flow together with the waves as petition for something becoming clear.I don't just want to work at a bar this time. I want to own one. I request as I search my own earnings and part I am to play. And this next story induced by the swishing sounds of the water. Oh, that's a new and interesting ask. Why is that Odin inquires so I can have more control over the drink menu. Of course I reply knowing somehow that is not the only reason I wouldn't lift an eyebrow.It will be harder to find, but surely something must be available as long as you are not too picky about the name I chuckle. He is right though. Some names simply will not do he gazes deeper into the moving waters? Has I beginning to focus in on something intently? I hear a deep wave in the water and my heart quickens.He has found it. Uh, the Misty Inn an in and a bar it's on a rainy side of the Northern part of the Appalachian mountains, small town, the bar owners retiring and has wanted to sell for some time, lots of rain, middle of nowhere. I close my eyes as the place he describes, begins to drift into my vision and I can get a sense of it more clearly.It's perfect. And since it's in the middle of nowhere, I will not go without a horse. Odin winks as you wish. My lady, the clouds begin to shift and swirl, and just like that, my journey down begins. My horse is allowed golden colored motorcycle fast and fear is as good as any horse I've ever had. The pleasure of writing Odin.Wasn't kidding about the rain. The night of my arrival was as wet as the bottom of the sea and windy too. I, of course didn't mind as it made for a more dramatic entrance worthy of my rank, my thick cloak, like a cloud itself, shielding my now human body from the cold and rain. I was the only overnight guest at the mysteries.In that night. I slept hard and deep in a soft bed as the rain dance across my window. Quieting steadily. As I drifted into dreams told me what I needed to know about the town, the Inn and the land itself. In the morning I met Misty, the owner or of the bar. She was a hard, but not unkind woman who looked me straight in the eye.Why would you want to buy a bar here? Pretty young thing. Like you ha if only she knew how old I was. You would do much better somewhere in a bigger city, more customers, better looking customers and even better tips. She went on and on almost trying to talk me out of it, testing my intentions. I am looking to start a new chapter and I don't want lots of customers or tips.I just want something to call my own for now. And I don't mind the rain I told her and most of those things were true. She looks at me, steadily her wrinkled face, looking into mine, reading my features. I will do right by you. Trust me. I let her hear my thoughts. As I gazed back, she didn't ask any more questions and her mind was made up.She is yours. Then be good to her. As she has been to me, she said, and sold me the place. The patrons of mysteries in were drifters. Mostly people traveling between one town to another. Their stories mingled together. Like the lines of old wild roads that ran between the mountain ranges. Some of them were running from something or someone, others by some coincidence stuff, shopping by tired of traveling through the bad weather needing to ride.I listened to their stories intently if they shared them. And there are the regulars to those who lived in town comforted by the familiar setting of miss in old wooden bar and soft lighting caught between longing for a future that is not likely to come. And the past that holds a much brighter hue, the longer it's behind them, their tails, as strong as their favorite drinks, which I craft with as much care and attentiveness that I give to their stories.No matter how many times I hear them amused by the embellishments and colors added to them at each turn. But then I have something to do with that. Their story slide up differently when they share them with me. I wonder sometimes what they must think about me. If they look deeper, my red hair woven into a long braid, my strange pale blue eyes or my voice with an accent, they can never place, but then they don't really ask.They feel comfortable at my table. They enjoy the company and the meat, which is the best of its kind of course. Sometimes they do inquire as they cherish the taste of it on their tongue as if trying to recall a long forgotten dream. So familiar. What's the name of the bar you came from again and where you brought the meat from?I smile slowly knowing that they will not be able to pronounce or remember. So Rebecca that's right. The soggy beard, it's the best meat I've ever had. The soggy beard. Must've been a fine place. They repeat. And I don't correct them. Soggy beard. It is the Misty. Erin is not the fanciest of places, but I cherish these people and their stories as much as any days and months go by.I grew up comfortable and used to displace, blending more and more with my surroundings as if I was always part of them. And that is when her story begins. I wish I could say there was something special about that day or that I knew she would be arriving, but the truth is it was not the best of days.For many reasons. Some of them less mundane than others. For one, it rained, which wasn't unusual for this part of the mountain for it was often raining Misty or so overcast that you could pretty much grab the low sweeping clouds, but this rain was relentless with purpose, causing a lot more people to stop in and stay.The night. The bar was unusually packed that evening earlier in the week, the cook moved out of town and I was left with only the bar back to help with all the work. That morning, the bar back, quit out of nowhere and happy with the extra shifts you had to manage by my side, the front kitchen sink overflowed again and shorthanded.I had no time to attempt to repair it. Thankfully there was another sink on the other side of the building, which I could only get to by leaving the bar. It was a hassle, but better than not having a sink at all. Just as I was walking towards the front door with a tub of dirty glasses, the door swung open and caught by the wind knocked me off balance enough to send a tub of dirty mugs and glasses flying across the floor.Swearing under my breath, I bent down to grab some of them are obvious broken pieces away from the clumsy feet of my intoxicated Patriots. When my hand was met by another. Small, but strong hand that intercepted my mood. Wait, watch out. You'll cut yourself. Where do you keep the broom? I looked up to meet the gaze, my cautious new friend, same one who had swung the door open that caught me off balance green eyes, small features, dark hair, dripping with rain.It's on the other side of the bar. I replied and watched her skip and glide gracefully and quickly through the crowded space. She was back in a flash and proceeded to clean up the glass and spills off the floor. You are very good at cleaning up messes. I noticed good at making them to what my grandma always said.She replied, I liked her right away, just like that. She caught me off guard, which meant I was able to really notice her, see her before she told me anything about herself. It was a refreshing way to meet someone. You're looking for a bar back. She pointed to the sign and the window trying to hide the desperation in her voice.And you're looking for a job. I responded not exactly a question. I knew she needed a job and not just any job, but this one, the one I posted about earlier in the window, you're hired. If you can start tonight, what's your name? She told me her name was Finley, but I know that's not the name she had before.I know it because of how new, the name sounded to her, as she said it out loud and how it lit up her eyes, how she was able to reclaim herself with it. I didn't mind at all. And the name suited her and she was the best bar back I've ever hired. She was strong, hardworking, never complained about the job or the sometimes cranky customers and always ready to listen.Unlike many…

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    Odin Sep 23, 2020
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    Welcome to Saga Kraft: myths, fairytales, legends stories, comfort us, inspire us and heal us. Please join us. As we share our stories, both old and new, more than anything, we are open to the story and it's unfolding at times. It may be one story told by one person at times it's the same story told through three different voices.In the end, we go where the story takes us and we invite you to follow. I'm C a writer, artist, and storyteller. I'm Betsy, a medium and teacher of mystery traditions. I'm Gabriella, an artist and practitioner of folk magic. We are magical fairy godmothers in training. Well, first of all, I want to give thanks to Odin and Saga.I wanted to thank all of the, other of the deities and the different beings that are part of Odin's story. I give thanks for the idea of intention, focus, sacrifice, and the creativity that, that unlocks. And I asked that Odin be present with us at this time.I would call the Norns, too. Thank you so much for your amazing blessing and wisdom. And help me do well by you. I want to honor Yggdrasil and the wisdom of the natural world. And the wisdom of the ancient tree of every culture and how it brings us together through story through mystery, through nourishment, being able to tap into the sacred waters that run underneath and contain us I ask for the presence of healing, of these waters and the presence of the healing of the sacred tree.As it reaches out to us. As we reach for it, it reaches back. So I honor and thank for this longing and for this exchange. Um, I give thanks to the Valkyries and. The Ravens. And as he said, the natural world, and I also give them thanks for stories that live on, like the story of living so on. And I do ask that in these strange and changing times that we invite also in welcome Saga into our midst and ask her in her craft and her wisdom to support these stories as they go out into the world, these different snapshots of this particular vision. Thank you so much for coming into my life. And I think all of our lives as well, and I'm just greatly thankful I wanted to thank all the liminal. Yeah. I want to thank our sweet, unknown listener.Whoever you may be.This is a story about Odin and all the magical beings that gather around his initiation. The three Swan Valkyries glided in over Yvonne holla at sunset. Wearied by nine long years of domestic captivity, they would have shouted with joy to see the shining shields of the einheriors hall still in Swan forum.All they could do was honk excitedly, coming to a landing by the scarred purchase of Oden's Ravens. They began their transformation back to their womanly forms. One Raven, large as a sheep. Turned its ruffled head from the direction of the few warriors left, fighting on the practice field and said, currently he isn't here.Don't bother changing back. He wants you to cleanse and ready yourself for duty at Urdu as well. He did know we were there muttered old room whose gift for knowing things had prompted her to say just that repeatedly during their captive years as wives. Of course, he did said the other Raven, Moonen looking interestingly out the three between Heimdall in us.He knows everything. Why didn't he rescue us then said, hairball Alvita the most contentious of the three, nine years is a long time. Maybe you should have done exactly. As he said, when you said it said hook and gruffly, just because you've been given will doesn't mean you shouldn't use discretion with it.I just wanted to see if that cowardly warrior could show some nobility before he got a free ride to ball. Holla hairball said defensively. His father's a drinking buddy of the all father said, mooning, check those things out before you make your own decisions. Anyway, you should get going big doings going on and you don't want to have Oden's baleful I am just now right.Veer off said lack of the Swan white. Thank you for your courtesy. She held onto her dignity. Even during her running waddling, start to flight, the three swans lifted off and circled above the field, looking for the hidden and magnetic pathway to the base of the world tree, where the well was situated, finding a trace of it.300 meters of the swans pictured the well in their minds and honed in on the proper frequency, engaging with the pathway. They settled into easy flight aided by the magic of the path. Shifting worlds shifting scenery, they merged into a realm where the immense three Yik Dressel dominate the view, making the base of the tree, but it's tangle of roots.They side a collective sigh of relief. Or does well, a pool, never looking quite the same look, eerily the pool that had attracted them to drop their Swan coats and Bay. After a particularly gruesome battle, it was there that they had their coat stolen by three Elvin hunters, along with their means for transforming back into swans.Unable to flee without their coats, to their horror. They felt very nature change from imperious Valkyries to docile and adoptive water as they landed beside the well that fatal disability was what they, each hoped would be washed from them in the healing and restorative waters of the ancient well of origin.There was no sign of the Norns there, but the similar appearance of the pool indicated that the resident northerns were well aware of the Valkyries, even though it's the off others orders that we bathed here said Lagurtha, I think we had best obeyed for days. House rules of only two swans on the pool at a time.As a Swan's drop there, coats and slid their gleaming bodies into the pool. Cool hair four began to look for a good place by the base of the tree for a restorative nap. As she came closer to the tree, she became aware of a curious energy emanating around the tree. Unlike the dappled sunshine around the pool, dark shadows were present under the tree, the consciousness of the tree, normally benign and somewhat draws a remote.Felt very present, very awake and even a bit twitchy. She shed her coat, tying it around her womanly waist and noted to her surprise that her battle senses we're opening up what is going on here. She wondered she put some money thought into picturing the rather irascible norm it's clearly in her mind, the destiny goddesses remained stubbornly out of her sight.I summon you nor, and she said exerting her well, a wavering transparent image of the northerns appearance was spinning a thick rope with, they look like fibers from a gallows news and shredded shrouds from corpses. Scold was cutting symbols that glowed like embers from a fire into the roots of the tree.And was unrolling tapestries that had already been cut from their looms. As one, they all turned to hair VAR and said, get out. I can set hair for the all fathers sent us the northerns all looked at one another with raised eyebrows and as one shook their heads, then back off and stay out of the ways that Arista and don't bother us again.You can bathe with them, said for Dawn day over her shoulder, I relaxed my rules for this one day only her final glimpse before the NORNS disappeared from her sight. Rather as though they drew down a shade was a skull pushing some sigils far up into the corner of the tree's trunk. These did not glow.And as they were pushed disappeared from sight scold murmured, I'll save these for another day. She swung her curved blade with a whistling sound hairball, hurry to the pool and said to her companions, there's something very strange about to happen here. Actually, it has already started. She told them about her interaction with the NORNS as she entered the pool, she said, hurriedly for Donna gave me leave to enter the pool.Lagurtha thinking it through said. Odin wants us here for something. If our battle senses are awake, we'd best be ready for anything and hope that we are doing his will said all room with a dark look at hair for, come on, let's clean up an armor ourselves. As they said about this plan, they did not yet notice that another had come to the well, this lady glowed and crackled with vitality.She approached the well and seeing her own luminous beauty of reflected in the well adjusted her golden necklace to best advantage and noticed with a self loving smile that in order to scribe in the well, she would have to dim her own radiance. What is he up to? Why has he summoned me? She asked the well, the pool changed its appearance.Again, this time to that of a crystal and surface swirling with clouds. As she watched her smile faded and she scrutinized the images. She was shown scene after scene of Odin summoning, the recent dead. Most of these were below gallows, whether punishments or sacrifices, she didn't know. She wants Tim summoning Volvos from there in tomb sleep.She saw his commands to his bulkers to slay hero after hero army, after army. The death toll mounted. She even saw an image of Odin secretly watching her practice, her arts of side bastard, truth getter. She murmured laughing a little and frowning. She saw him throw his sphere over her people starting the first war, then prowling around the battlefield afterwards, trying to sniff out the magic of her Vanya.She saw how many, a ruler dedicated the slain in battle to Odin. After that doing, as he did throwing the spear, she felt a stirring at her side and saw that she had been joined at the well by an elder elf, acknowledging Kim with a smile. She noted his quiet serenity. With his presence, the images in the pool changed and she saw elf after elf being summoned from within grave, mounds and questioned by Odin to give to him the secrets of the dead they're in tuned, the wind stirred the light around the trees base darkened.As the clouds passed over the sun, the trees started creaking and groaning shivering as branches rustled. The all father Odin phase white and set single eye glaring approach. The tree, each movement he made was heavy with his intention. It carried gung near his sphere, a length of white cloth and a sharp iron knife solidly standing before the tree.He spoke his intent to the tree in a low growl. All the deaths. He had incited, he offered to the tree, filling his lungs. He simultaneously blew out and stab the iron knife into the tree. He placed his spear against the trees, massive trunk. The NORNS appeared instantly behind him, or that came forward and dropped a corpse news around him.Without turning. He pulled the news down to his ankles from his neck, my way he said, I need my breath Freya moved forward, catching his attention. She nodded to him, hunger to ear. She breathed God of the hangs. She held her fist over her heart and bowed. The Swan, Bob Curry is restored to their militant regalia with Spears and hand step forward and knelt feel Ghia Amenia de Sierra said Odin to them.Each nodded solemnly the elder elf showed himself Lord of the grave mound about. Ponderously the tree lowered a great branch with much creaking. The Ravens were already perched on the branch. Raven, God, they croaked in unison, schooled, waved her knives saying, Oh, cut you down. When it's time for Don day tourist strip from the white cloth and tied it around his eye and socket.The branch whipped up scattering, the Ravens and dangling Odin from its high reach, head hanging down where long bridge trailing in this manner. In silence days, past the Swan Valkyries, the Ravens and the northerns kept a vigil for him. The winds came and went sometimes crooning, sometimes shrieking.Those closest to Odin came and went. Freya came always at dusk, pretty big eyes shining with calm, demeanor, sang to him, beloved Thor a few days later, still armored from whatever battle he'd been in gazed upon his father hanging in extremity and named him victory. God, Loki. Examining the increasing magic circling around the one eyed God called out high one while laughing, Dangler slate near on the eighth day pod.The urban roots below Odin with three of his age, the legs at dark fall on the ninth day. Magic reaching a nearly unbearable pitch in great suffering. Odin cried out. I sacrifice myself to myself under cracked and rumble lightning split the sky Lagurtha took hold of good near fiercely, launched herself and speared Odin with it through the heart.Oden's hands immediately clutched the shaft of the spear. Spear God. She cried out to him. Frenzied dying, Odin swung, wildly. Scold through her blade at the corner rope and cut Odin from the tree, riving, screaming, Odin fell and continue to fall into that death. As the roots of when a great hole in the ground, the Valkyries fell to their knees.Symbols exploded out of the roots and struck Oden's corpse with considerable force, shocking him into an after death life. Blindfold gone, light and power blazed out of the MTI socket. Some of the glowing symbols flashed out onto the onlookers chaotic light and sounds spiraled wildly. Exultant the NORNS cried out, volunteer slaying God equipping to him forces not yet burst into the world.That would be called runes. Songs of secret knowledge and with them, the vast wisdom and power held by the deadI'm doing from the norms. It's mostly for Dani, but actually some of it was, they were chiming in together sometimes and have little disagreements before settling on. So there you go. Okay. Sacrifice. There is always a thread hanging that needs to be cut, sacrifice to make sacred, to trim off the old, in order to weave in the new sacrifice death that consecrates life Odin is always discontent.Can't knowing enough. He has like some of you that way never satisfied. That's the real reason he wanders. He says he needs to recruit people. Really. He just wants to know everything about everyone everywhere. Anyway, on this day he wanted to know that. Yeah. So he did, it looked like a deep purple spot on his tapestry.Purple is the hardest color for everyone involved. So when earns, spun purple, we all knew it was going to be well interesting. And exhausting purple is exhausting in the best possible way. We were tending to the roots of big drama, feeding her the compost of life, you know, like they expressed emotions, forgiven slights, and reconciled dreams.When we noticed Odin watching with an obsessive kind of interest, he is always that way, really, either interested or not he was staring and then he pulled out a noose. I remember one of us muttered purple. I'm not sure which one. Now it doesn't matter. In any event, he looked at us as if we might do something, try to talk him down a bit or shoot him or covered him in dried fruit or any one of a million other things that only he would think of when we told him that we hadn't seen the purple, but didn't choose it.It was or log not weird inside with really. I don't know what he thought, but he seemed happy that we weren't going to go rogue on him. Then it was so sweet. He asked us to walk over him. Of course, we told him that's what we're here for. Then climbed up into the tree to help tie the rope. So he couldn't fall prematurely.We're longest, mostly her department. So we got the news, it's all cinched up and dangling over the, well, he didn't really seem to want the well, but we wanted to be sure that if he fell, he wouldn't hurt himself. More than was necessary anyway, and that he would have access to creation or recreation in his case.Then he climbed up stabbed himself with gum there, no easy task. I tell you. And there he hung day in and day out for nine days. You can in union brekkie and Gary, they all just sat there with him, guarding him. Pretty was watching him through her scrying pool. She didn't want to add at any pressure. So sweet.His visitors came and went mostly his ancestors. He brought him some honey cake, but he wasn't in the eating mood. What would the spirit inside? We read? I took the…

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    Varaha Sep 16, 2020
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    Welcome to Saga Kraft: myths, fairytales, legends stories, comfort us, inspire us and heal us. Please join us as we share stories both old and no more than anything. We're open to the story and it's unfolding at times. It may be one story told by one person at times it's the same story told through three different voices.

    In the end, we go where the story takes us and we invite you to follow. I'm C a writer, artist, and storyteller. I'm Betsy, a medium and teacher of mystery traditions. I'm Gabriella, an artist and practitioner of folk magic. We are magical buried in training. Tonight's story is about Vishnu, the God of eternity and how he rescues the earth.

    Do you want to say a prayer or something? See, yeah, I would like to invoke all and only the absolutely compassionate and perfect support alignment of our health protection, wellbeing, success, and highest grade syndrome. I couldn't keep up a boundary, keeping all of those out and ask if they'd be skirted out at this time.

    And that everything that had happened here, beautiful, joyful, compelling, and a blessing for all. That's it.

    The enormous weight of ignorance and pettiness plummeted the earth into the primordial sea, especially was watching and was irritated by this. He had absolutely no desire to go handle the earth and dollar problems. At this time, we had enough God business on his plate. However, you really love it to the Vedas.

    And he really loved the mystery books. And so disheartened, he decided that he would go save it. And he transformed into a bore called Varaha and dove into the sea all the way to the bottom. Where do you sift into the silt and the Mach until he finally found the earth and grabbed her and began to drag her to the top.

    And just as he broke the surface of the water, the earth turned it over him and beamed and said, how many times have you rescued me like this? And as soon as she did, he was madly in love. And she transformed into Excel and the two of them went and hid in the forest where they had lots of piglets and they enjoyed days of bathing in the sun and rolling in the mud and just having a fantastic time.

    But then she looks down and was like, what is that about how come Vishnu is still in Vera? Why didn't he come back? And he was really irritated. And so he showed up in front of her. Aha. And there was playing. And she even said, borough, what are you doing there? Oh, God business that you need to handle. You do not have time to take a vacation like this right now.

    Get on it, get on it. This is not you. This is not what you need to be. You are developing attachments in this world. It is not all right. Look, we're all hot. I continued slurping down this giant pile of them. Stubbles before rolling around in the mud. And Shiva was very, very distressed at the whole thing.

    And he said, you are a God, you are meant to behave like a God, but curled up with his needs and pretended to sleep. Okay. The second that Shiva was gone for all had jumped up and said, we have to leave. We have to go into hiding. And he took his family and they all ran to the top of the mountain and they located another place and they thought they were well hidden there.

    Meanwhile, Sheba went to Brahma and said, have you seen this new? He is down there. It was look at him. And the two of them lifted him and she said, can you believe it? He is a pig. It's disgusting. Isn't it disgusting? And Brahmas said, yeah, yeah, kinda disgusting. Got to say that he was like, it has to stop. He has God job duties.

    He must be on it. And Brown was like, Yeah, yes, he does have things to do. Then she ever said do something about it. Brian said, okay, I'll handle it. But then as soon as Shiva was gone, Brahma looked down and she went, fish looks so happy. You look so content and they know that he needs to come back, but I'm just going to give him a little more time.

    This does not work for Shiva at all. So the minute that Brahma did not respond immediately, she'd go through his Trident. Then she was trying to always have such smart, no matter where they are. So even though he didn't know wherever aha was, this Trident did. And as the try, the entrance steering through her, aha, he fell to the ground and his death throes and he looked up and he thought it's all so beautiful.

    The waving of the green grass and the sparkling and the blues scene. And even the glistening red of the blood running out of me, it is so beautiful. And then Shiva appeared having followed his, tried it and said, you stupid more Roddick pig. What is wrong with you? You have forgotten that you are an eternal God of light.

    And as Varaha lay dying, he began to dissolve into the God of life than he is. And he began to think, well, I think that might actually be true. But I'm so grateful that the earth is so heavy that she's sure to need me to rescue her again in the future. I'm so in love with the story and with Varaha.


    Creation Sep 09, 2020
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    Welcome to Saga Kraft. Myths, fairytales, legends stories, comfort us, inspire us, and heal us. Please join us as we share stories both old and new. More than anything, we're open to the story and it's unfolding. At times, it may be one story told by one person, at times, it's the same story told through three different voices.In the end, we go where the story takes us. And we invite you to follow. I'm Sea a writer, artist, and storyteller.I'm Betsy, a medium and teacher of mystery traditions.I'm Gabriella, an artist and practitioner of folk magic.We are magical fairy godmothers in training.Our story today is about creation. I chose the story of creation as told by my people of Slavic lands.I chose a version that resonated with me. There are a few versions of the story with various gods stepping into a present order and heavenly power. The dark God remains the same. He is called Weles, and later the devil, one who rules over the earth and the underworld. Well, the story has changed throughout time.It's most current form, as told by old village folk, involves God and the devil creating the world together. But for now I'll remember the story from a pre Christian perspective. At the beginning, there was the earth, the mother, who was founded by great waters from all directions above and below. Eventually a sky appeared and clouds, rod, the ancestral tribal God, and the Zoryas, or the fates.This God also appeared as the God of the sky and thunder. As the Spotify, God of the sun and fire known as the Smith of the gods. One day got a thunder and order was sailing in a sky boat across the great waters and through his staff down deep, where it hit the bottom and turned into a great out the tree of life.He took refuge at the great tree rested there for awhile and contemplated. He noticed his loneliness read the little that there were no people to keep him company. Can you, he needed earth for the people to live on and saw that deep under the water was the sand of creation. Puritan looked at his reflection and saw a vision of himself, or maybe not of himself, but another nevertheless, he asked this other to come out of the water and take four.This was vellus. One of the great depths piano knew that he needed his help to create the world. Velez was the only one who could dive deep to retrieve pieces of this precious sand from the bottom. The sound was very deep beneath, and even with Velez has great knowledge of the dark waters. He couldn't retrieve anything for the first two tries before the third attempt peeled and then Vela spoke the appropriate magical formula.And finally, Velez came back with a fist full of sand peeled on through the sand, onto the water and created a small patch of land. Barely big enough for him and the Vela to sleep on and rest for the night when peeled and fell asleep, Velez tried to push him into the water. He pushed him East and West than South and North.But during this act, Peloton just made the land extend into the shape of a cross and created the four sacred directions. Disappointed Velez kept on doing other things yeah. To disrupt the creation process, but an effect more earth formed by his actions. From the sand Velez, hidden his mouth mountains grew in bogs and fields to bake for his mouth to contain.He had to spit them out. The earth kept growing and growing and peeled and didn't know how to stop it. He began to worry that it would grow over the sky and the water too. Piano and sent a beat to spy on Velez for, he knew that the secrets of containment remained with Velez said, be heard Velez, say that in order to maintain the expansion and Mark of the cross must be made by a wand at the edges or the earth stop pillar in the jail.Does the be reported angry? Vellus curse the B for spying on a secrets. He said, may he, who sent you to steal my secrets before? So eat your own excrement. Hearing this code and blessed to be with creating honey out of the mud Velez created a Wolf, but people don't gave the Wolf breath and therefore brought him to life from straw and mud.Fellas created people and to piano and gave them breaths and life. This is why when people die, those go into the sky to POM, but their body and power are absorbed by the depths of the underworld and fellas. Many other creatures came to life by and vellus is active collaboration. When the earth was full, the two gods grew restless and realized that they cannot both rule the world.They created PO and returns to his heavenly abode, but vellus tries to hide and remain on the earth. He hides in rocks, animals, trees that piled on. Seeing him there strikes down at him with his thunder bolt to make him depart and leave people alone. No matter where Velez would hide protons, Thunderbolt would find him destroy his hiding place and defeat him the only place which was impenetrable by Pelton's lightening bolt was water there.Velez could hide safely and killed an agreed that this was a fine domain for vellus this watery domain and the roots of the world tree. Velez sits on a golden throne. This world is called Navi and it's a place where the dead go. When we're snakes and birds travel for the winter. Also, it's a place where the sun goes to rest.After a long days of work, piano was able to ascend to the highest seventh heaven. There he resides in a palace made of most precious and shiny stones stars once in a while when fellas come. Um, so the earth pillow in lights up the sky with a sundae bolt, and then back down again, when there's drought on earth crops grow, people plead with and to create thunder and bring the rain.They also send out homestead snakes into the field for the messengers of VALIS to ask him not to hoard the water. The forest and fields are believed a secret places where vellus might still appear to help protect people's livestock from wild animals. And to bless the abundance of their crops, Peotone is asked to bring thunder and rain to make the crops grow.Wild Velez is known to control the underground water currents in collaboration. The two gods continue to create life for people on earth. The middle world. Next for reading. Yes, that was lovely. Thank you. So I have to say, I guess that the thing that stood out for me the most is the idea that life was created through friction when he's alone and everything's going easily, nothing's really going, you know what I mean?That there's something about. He is turning into complacency, which actually become stagnancy. It's that duality that I have to say, I fight against all the time. I'm like I hate dichotomy. And I think the way it divides us and simultaneously it's the interaction that's creating all the beauty. That's what I thought.That was lovely. I agree. I love that too. I thought it was a lovely, I love the creation story and I was. Oh, almost suspecting that it was moving into the direction of kind of like a succession, like there's one God, and then there's another God. And so that dynamic tension that ended up between them was really fascinating to me.I liked it too, that it, that Glen, the magic spell that was collaborative. Um, that was part of creation also. Why do you find this to be such a, a wonderful story for you? For many reasons? Um, the most important one would probably have to be the order in chaos together, creating life and sustaining life.Those two opposing forces, the light and the dark. Not B, B, B at a time before they were branded as good and evil as one taking over the other. When they are equal forces. That's beautiful. To me, that's powerful to me. That's liberating to me. And also the story still exists in how people say it and how Slavic people tell it.They, they tell it now as God and the devil. But that relationship is the same. So even though new gods or have taken over that right power structure, their collaboration is still exists. So the fact that there's a story that exists about good and evil working together also makes me happy. And the magic that there is a formula in it that some, some relations of the story, the formula goes something like this it's, you know, by your power and my by God's power and your power.So it's calling the two names of God, but even that was not the right formula. So ultimately we don't know what the right formula is, which I find very intriguing. Is that somehow, even in this story, this is kept from people that there is this piece of, you know, we're, we're told the story, but there is that one little piece that's left out because it's not for our ears to hear.I don't know. And I, and I just love how to this day that the God of the underworld, the dark gods still helps people. I find that beautiful because more than piano and he shows up for the people on a daily basis, he's willing to take that chance. He's risking his own. He's breaking his own. Oh, in a sense when he's being called to, to help.And I love that. It also, as you were telling the story, I was struck by how para went, but Velez wanted to stay in this realm in the middle world. So that connection that he was already demonstrating, um, A desire for then went on to be a source of help to the people I think is really quite beautiful. And then the other thing that I really loved was that image of Peru looking in the water and then the mirror image of fellows coming out of the water.That's a very fascinating kind of magical aspect as well. I love that too, because it's sort of, it's both identical and opposite. It contains both sort of the projection and exactly what is needed probably. And I don't know if I've tracked properly, but in my understanding, as you were talking, which might be wrong, I heard that bellows, the dark guff was the one who contained the place that was the underworld and had the hibernation in it.And I thought it was such a lovely, lovely thought to me. I think of, of sort of an underworld God as a place of rest and repair corporation. Like it's not necessarily an eternal thing. It's not a bad thing. It's just a moment to lay down so that you can sort of recuperate and get up again. I thought that was absolutely nothing.And I always love it about a Pantheon that in the original pantheons, there's not that division them good and bad. There's only appropriate, great or inappropriate. There's a moment, but the director, and there's a moment for the life data and call the right one. It's not that one of them is always evil or always good.And it strikes me that there's not just the moment, but there's also the placement. There's a place where they're appropriate and a place where they're not appropriate as well as the timing. And then what happens when they step into those inappropriate moments and what occurs and what are the outcomes that happen in perhaps multiple realities as a result of that.So perhaps it's good and evil doesn't really exist. It's directional. And then the story, the directional is truly in placement of where something is, but also yes, as, as you were saying where it exists in time and went to an appropriate things come together, or rather when two unlikely forces come together, is it through that surprise that new life is born because that's what happened here.It was new life. It was dreamed. Kildonan had this vision. And yet he somehow always knew he couldn't do it alone. So there's so much going on here in terms of, what's not said what's not seeing that as part of the story that in first to me, the idea of sacrifice too, I always feel very heartbroken that we moved the word sacrifice away from the word sacred, because originally sacrifice was to make something sacred by giving up something else.And so there's a way that he's giving up his own ears and contentment in order to invest in a relationship, that's going to turn into something that's at least got frictional, if not fully combative at times, in order to make something more beautiful in order to give us life. And I love that idea. And the B I love the story of the B two or that part about the B that, you know, a curse becomes a blessing.I'm wondering if there are other animals, you know, in different versions of that, the story that are given their gifts by this interaction. That's what I think about applying it to me. I immediately think about the idea of what am I willing to give up. In what ways am I willing to give up my comfort in order to do something that is more powerful or more beautiful in the world.But I also think of the idea of when is it appropriate for me to rest and how do I, because I tend to over work. How do I acknowledge in the moment? That that's not a failure. It's not that I'm not living up to the life. God image that I'm spending a little moment with the dark guy. This balance is good because we need both energies and the fascinating aspect of the light God Haroun and his vision and his dream expanding so rapidly that it becomes an issue and a difficulty and how that can apply to us where we have a dream that we.Work for that can then take on a life of its own. And we don't always have until we have the hindsight to see, well, actually, how does this stream fit into the real fabric of my life and how my district be contained in a way that actually gives it more potency rather than just something so vast that it's spread out in a way that makes it smooth it's potency or it's magic as the case may be.I completely agree with that. The idea of the I should have picked up on, and now it's just so like me not to pick on the boundaries, create boundaries that are up that like actually know where you start. And once again, knowing where the edges, because that's part of it when you know where you want this edge to be, that's when you do it, that's when you create that boundary, even being able to see the edges of dreams or the edges of.Of something that's expanding beyond where we would even imagine. Yeah, I see the image in my mind of the light shining on the earth. And then what throws that light into high relief are the features of the landscape, the things that get created. And that's when the thing so beautiful about the stories, the many kinds of roles that it plays, both the creation story.Um, it also gives the reasons for a number of different things about why they are the way that they are. And it also, I think, showed some signs of being able to help humans or people on the earth to know what are proper offerings. As you were saying, what are sacrifices are? What is really sacred? And also that need perhaps to learn how to collaborate, even when we might think that we're right.One side or the other side, my, when those views come together, how do they interlock and an end up creating more? So it's a very rich myth, very rich story for the people. Thank you. I certainly see it that way. And so beautiful that, um, mean so much power in it that it makes sense that it would survive Christianity too, but even changing little particular aspects of it.Nevertheless, it's so powerful. I could see that the people that this myth was a part of their heart story, would want to keep it in whatever form that they could. It's a story that keeps on going. I can feel that for myself, how I would want to take this story into the week with me is to just let myself hold in one hand, the light God, and then the other hand, the dark gods, so to speak and just see what happens.What happens to let them both be. Here knowing that they hold an inherent kind of balance in themselves and what it would be like for me to, to experience that balance and that particula…

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    Midrash Aug 12, 2020
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    Welcome to Saga Kraft.Myths, fairy tales, legends: Stories comfort us, inspire us, and heal us. Please join us as we share stories, both old and new. More than anything, we are open to the story and its unfolding, At times, it may be one story told by one person. At times, it’s the same story told through three different voices. In the end, we go were the story takes us . . . and we invite you to follow.Here's this week's story:God gets an upgradeGod is going about his godly business as one among many Gods. His humans, however, are bickering with the neighbors about property lines. They are starting to talk trash about how great God is and how he’s supreme. At first, he’s flattered. He performs a couple easy miracles, like getting old women pregnant (not exactly a hardship for a male God). But then they push him hard to prove that he’s the end-all-be-all of deities. Concerned, God looks around. He notices that Dionysus has taken off for the islands and left a power vacuum in Sodom and Gomorrah—a place God’s own people have been bitching about. So he figures he can make an easy stand there. At first, God thinks he’ll just go impress them with his Godliness. But when he gets there they just laugh. The fact is they are far more sexually experienced than he is, and unimpressed with pregnant women. So he goes away to contemplate a long-term conversion strategy. His followers, however, have no patience and pressure him for a large scale display of power. Eventually God caves; he announces that he will destroy Sodom and Gomorrah.At first, people argue, which is a great relief to God who doesn’t want to do it anyway. God is pleased when they ask if he’ll spare the city if they find 50 good men; he figures he’s off the hook. As far as he can tell, there are thousands of good people there. But he has to put up some kind of a front, so he pushes back. Eventually, he gets them to lower the number, then sends them in to point out some good folks. They come back empty handed. And God wonders how he drew the short straw in followers.God then sends in his angels. Surely they can find someone. As soon as they arrive, Lot, the kid from the sheep incident, runs out to greet them. God wonders why it never before occurred to him to miss Lot. He should have guessed he was in party-town. God hopes the angels will stay away from that one. But no, they go home with him. God hopes Lot has changed.That evening, God sees a bunch of people heading to Lot's house for a party. And he gets excited. Maybe Lot has changed; now he has friends! But when they reach the door at the appointed time, Lot sneaks out and whispers that they should leave because he has guests. His friends think he’s joking; of course he has guests—it’s a party. They shove at the door. God thinks this is his golden opportunity to convert people. They are joyfully gathered. Surely Lot will tell them how great he is. So he shows up in his brilliant, godly glory. Everyone freaks out—people begin to scream. Lot slams the door shut. Startled, God ducks behind a tree. The party folks calm down and start to pressure Lot, asking him to at least send his new friends out to meet them—maybe have a beer. But he shoves his tween-aged but as-yet-unnamed kids out the door instead yelling “take my daughters. They have never known a man.” This, God thinks, is the Lot I remember. Lot’s friends, including his daughters’ fiancés, leave in deep disgust. The angels, however, are now convinced that Sodom and Gomorrah truly are corrupt. They lean hard on God to destroy the area in a big show. They want Lot to witness and escape so he can report the display of power to others. God sighs deeply. ‘Well,’ he thinks, ‘I really could use more followers; this might help my image. And Lot is one of my people, so I can save him.’God tells Lot to head for the hills. Lot refuses. ‘WTF,’ God thinks, ‘I just agreed to save you.' But Lot insists he wants to go live in Zoar. "Whatever," God says. "Just don’t look back," he adds, realizing that he has no stomach for actual killing and will have to sneak the unfortunate residents out during the night. Lot turns and runs for the hills rather than Zoar, as God thinks ‘what the hell is wrong with that man.' Lot’s wife, however, whose name Lot apparently has never bothered to learn, turns around in front of her husband on the road. 'Shit,’ God responds, as he munches on a fist full of remarkably bland peanuts, 'I have to do something memorable to punish her—quick!.' Thinking fast, God turns her into salt.Lot and his girls make it up the hill and set up camp. Once there, Lot spends several days getting wasted and impregnating his children then makes up a story to tell the neighbors in Zoar. And God realizes that some people never change, as he wanders off to warn the local sheep. God Wants to PartyAs time goes on, God begins to get comfortable in his promotion to The One True God. There’s been some initial trial and error, of course—these things never go as smoothly as one would like—but God is starting to understand the expectations and demands of ‘His People’, though it’s still hard for him to think of them as that. God’s not accustomed to the idea of owning a large, migrating, group of humans. They are not only capable, but arguably obsessed with, independent thought. They never go where he sends them, and instead spend ages wandering the desert following each other’s bizarre whims. Sometimes it’s all he can do to keep them fed and watered. And he still feels a bit confused by the idea that he’s The One True God, particularly since it’s common knowledge that there are many such gods and goddesses. But, that’s what they call him, and who is he to argue. He is excited that they are finally creating real relationship! ‘His People’ check in regularly through prayers and dreams and he’s coming to genuinely like a few of them, especially the one’s that smell good. No matter how many times he tells them to bathe, most of them take it as a metaphor or assume he’s talking to someone else.Recently, God’s been receiving a lot of complaints about a neighboring town: Nineveh. And this is where his current dilemma rears it’s golden bovine head. God wants, really wants, to live up to the expectations of the ‘His People’. But the people of Nineveh are not, strictly speaking, ‘His’, even if he accepts that some are. The Nineveh residents do not go around worshiping him, or even bragging about The One True God. Most of them worship Ishtar. In truth, God’s always had a thing for Ishtar, a full-figured goddess with long, thick, auburn hair, olive skin, and eyes like embers dancing in a fire. God thinks it’s a shame that she’s in a committed three-way with her sister and Tammuz, even if it is an open relationship. She deserves better. She’s so much more appealing and reasonable than the other gods and goddesses in the region who spend their time goading chubby people into overeating and seducing cattle off cliffs. In any event, if the people of Nineveh “belong” to anyone, and God remains unconvinced of this, it’s Ishtar. And he’d never want to steal from her or destroy her “things,” if they can be called that. What’s a God to do: Live up to the inappropriate expectations of ‘His People’ and criticize the folks of Nineveh, whom he, frankly, admires for their bohemian flare; or let ‘His People’ down by ignoring their pleas?God thinks back, remembering the debacle in Sodom and Gomorrah. That was a similar situation and, while it didn’t really go according to plan and God wasn’t wholly happy with the outcome, it had been navigated and certainly had some lessons to be garnered. Reflecting, God realizes his takeaways are thus: choose a decent human who is motivated by things other than alcohol and incest; don’t ask said human to prove anything—just tell him or her what to do and say; demonstrate integrity in said words and deeds; model respect and appreciation for differences rather than bending to demands to condemn others; respect other Gods and Goddesses, while doing his best to serve ‘His People.’ After all, the whole thing might have been avoided if he’d just flown to the islands and consulted with Dionysus directly.God considers and decides that, as long as he has to do something—and he feels he does­—he wants to model good behavior and demonstrate positivity and appreciation for other cultures. After giving it some thought, he realizes that he’d like to work with Jonah. Jonah’s a nice, unattached, young man. He has no immediate obligations, and who knows, he might find himself an exotic wife, like Ishtar, on the trip. Plus, his dad, Ammittai, will be happy to provide the personal resources to travel to Nineveh without undue financial hardship. God will just chat with him in a pleasant dream and everything will be taken care of. Plus, Jonah smells great. Not only does he bathe regularly, the youth enjoys enhancing his aroma with a sweet smelling substance he harvests off local trees. It’s quite appealing. So God appears before the boy. The youth has harvested some flax leaves and is standing over a well gazing at his reflection while using the cellulose to scrape away the odd bits between his teeth. “Wow,” God thinks. “This one really is a leader in the world of personal hygiene.” After inhaling deeply to see if the boy’s wearing that sweet sap he likes so much, God bellows “Jonah,” in his deepest booming voice (Berlin and Brettler Jonah 1.1). It’s important to keep up appearances. Lucky for the young man, his bone-sharp incisor slices through the flax preventing him from ripping his tooth out. He catches himself, unfortunately by the cheek, on the well’s edge then crouches down and looks around, but sees no one. He creeps backwards, away from the well—and shaking in terror—as the skin on his face blooms into a lovely purple flower.God feels terrible that he’s frightened the poor youth. He wants to put the boy at ease. “Jonah,” God repeats, wanting to get to the point before anything else goes awry. “Go at once to Nineveh, that great city, and proclaim judgment upon it; for their wickedness has come before me” (Berlin and Brettler Jonah 1.2). God always tries to remember to use his ‘professional voice’ when talking with ‘His People.’ God hopes that Jonah will understand that God is not angry; he just wants Jonah to do him a solid. Jonah, however is in a state of sheer panic. He’s never been one to get on board with the whole ‘God’ thing and is strongly suspecting, with the wee part of his reptilian brain that is still functioning, that he is in imminent danger of becoming completely insane. Taking a few deep breaths, he decides to just roll with it. “Sure,” he responds, “I love a road trip.”“Great!,” God says. He figures he’s fulfilled his directives: good human; straightforward command. He’s in his integrity and doing his best to serve ‘His People’. Now he just needs to demonstrate appreciation for cultural differences. First, God thinks, he’ll speak with Ishtar to be sure they’re on the up and up and she knows that Jonah’s dropping by for a quick hello. God secretly hopes that Ishtar will throw another awesome dance party like the one she threw last time Tammuz came home. God remembers fondly how, at the end of the evening, they overturned all the tables and made a slippery-slide on the wet dance floor. God heads to Ishtar’s alter, an intricately formed statue built into a cave. He always feels bad when he thinks about her actual beauty compared with the lumpy ‘likeness’ of her housed in a hillside; It’s not like her at all. But she does respond immediately when he calls to her from there.Jonah, however, continues to spasm and twitch for about an hour. Eventually, he decides that he may be able to cure his obvious mental illness if he takes a nice, long vacation. Obviously, the strain of puberty has been too much for him, and his aromatherapy is not working the miracles he’d hoped. Jonah goes to his dad whom, having had a powerful dream, agrees that he should take a trip and swiftly hands him lots of cash. So Jonah decides to visit Tarshish, where he used to vacation when he was a child, to reinforce his fragile sanity. The youth heads first to Joppa to catch a boat (Berlin and Brettler Jonah 1.3). Unfortunately, having stopped several times to run cool water over his now enormous facial bruise, he arrives an hour too late. He has missed the boat. Jonah hates that thought . . . If only it hadn’t become an expression of failure. At any rate, he is determined to succeed, and the first step is recovering his sanity. He commissions an entire crew, complete with ship, and sets course to Tarshish.Meanwhile, God is chatting up Ishtar. He called from her alter and she descended immediately. He handed her a bit of sap he’d collected on the way, and encouraged her to spread it behind her ears, as Jonah did. Unfortunately, it smelled a bit sour and acidic. He’d have to remember to ask Jonah what that stuff he used was called. In any event, Ishtar seems thrilled to see him. This, more than anything, makes God feel powerful. She invites him in and suggests that she “slip out of something uncomfortable,” noting that she prefers not to wear clothing during the six months when Tammuz is off with her sister. Good thing she’s immune to thermal conditions, she remarks, being a Goddess. Her half-husband does his best to ensure frigid weather whenever he’s out of town. Luckily, Tammuz is fairly incompetent when it comes to temperatures and rarely manages frost, despite his significant efforts. It’s difficult to keep things cold above when it’s getting hot for him down below . . . but she doesn’t like to think about that. In any event, she seems glad, very glad, that God has come to call.“Ishtar,” God says, trying not to do a full body check, “how lovely to see . . . I mean . . . talk with, you.”“Thank you, God. It’s my pleasure,” Ishtar notes, smoothing the lack of fabric on her thigh. “What can I do for you?”After a moment of being lost in thought, God remembers why he’s here. “Well, I’m getting a lot of requests these days regarding your people in Nineveh. I don’t know if I’ve ever told you how beautiful I find your city: truly one to be proud of. And irrigation! However did you think of it?! I really could not admire your work more. And yet, ‘My People’ seem discontent. They always get that way when they’ve been wandering too long. If only I could somehow get it through their heads to ask for directions . . . ” “Anyway, I’ve told a lovely young man, named Jonah, to visit Nineveh, and let ‘Your-People’ know that I’ve noticed their admirable lack of inhibitions—I called it wickedness, because I remember that you told me how you like to be wicked” he says, leaning over and casting her a tentative glance while blushing and smiling seductively, “and I approve. If only ‘My People’ would relax and let loose more they might be a bit happier. I want Jonah to let ‘Your People’ know I admire their party atmosphere. And I want to set an example of positively acknowledging other, divergent, cultures. In any event, I just wanted to let you know that he’s on his way . . . If truth be told,” God admits, “I’d absolutely love to throw another fantastic dance party.”“Why, thank you, God. I’m flattered! And I’d love to have a dance party. I’ll see if “My People’ are into it. But even if they aren’t, I can assure you that I am. And sending ‘your boy’ to compliment our culture is such a thoughtful thing to say and do! I know I’m grateful that you’re so close at hand,” Ishtar replies, taking his hand and clasping it to her chest. God blushes even deeper and starts fiddling with the edge of his tunic. “I . . . I . . . know . . . I’ve asked before, Ishtar . . . but are you sure you’re not barren?”“No,” Ishtar replies in a deep, throaty voice, leaning in so close that God is nearly overwhelmed by the acrid scent of the sap he’d brought her, “I’m as…

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    Cailleach Aug 12, 2020
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    Welcome to Saga Kraft: myths, fairytales, legends stories, comfort us, inspire us and heal us. Please join us as we share stories both old, no more than anything. We're open to the story and it's unfolding at times. It may be one story told by one person at times it's the same story told through three different voices.In the end, we go where the story takes us and we invite you to follow. I'm C a writer, artist, and storyteller. I'm Betsy, a medium and teacher of mystery. I'm Gabriela, an artist and practitioner of folk magic. We are magic. Oh, very common in training. We welcome you veiled one dark Berra to come and to be part of this storytelling time.And I also want to invite saga to be present as the tremendous storyteller and holder of space for stories. Um, but this story of the cardiac also has. Bridget in it in her early as formed. I'm not as religious. So we want to invite Bridgette to be present. And the other person in the story is Angus, who is the summer King.So we invite all of you in your life, compassionate forums to be present with us for this story. And may you be pleased with this story? May it make whatever sense two individuals that it does? May it touch the hearts that it's supposed to. Um, may I speak to those who will be listening to the story in the future?I ask that my words go directly into the ears and to the hearts of those who will in the future, listen to this. And also to you now who are hearing this story. I really thank you. My story is about the Collie arc. Who is a goddess figure in Scotland, Ireland, and the isle of man, um, Kelly Ark. When we look at what the word means from old gala, um, what it means is the veiled one and it refers to old women, old hags and very powerful goddesses.And this story is about that powerful goddess who is truly the veiled one. Dark Berra was the mother of all, all the gods and goddesses in Scotland. She was very old, quite tall, and everyone feared her. She reigned as the queen of winter with fierce winds, ice and biting storms at her command. As spring year, each year, she would try with all her might to prolong the winter and her reign as the queen.Though she lived in this way for hundreds of years, she did not die because when spring inevitably came, she conceded the ruling of her realm to her son, Angus. The summer King was a beautiful golden God freed of her winter duties and aged with the effort to create the storms, to freeze the land. She would go seeking renewal.On the night before bell Tane, she would go to the floating green Island of the West to the sacred and hidden well of youth here. She would sit in silence and alone all the long night waiting for Dawn. When she would drink the magical waters after drinking from the sacred, well, Vera would begin to grow younger.And that anti-aging would continue for her. She leaves soon after drinking, returning to the mainland of Scotland, where she would then go into a deep, magical sleep. At length when she awoke, she was even younger, still emerging from sleep as a beautiful golden haired girls, suite of disposition by Midsummer, she would be a woman fully mature.And with autumn came her wrinkles by winter's beginning, she was again, a withered blue faced one eyed hag. She continued in this way for hundreds of years. One winter Barrack kept captive. A young woman named Bridger barren knew that this lovely princess was going to be the wife of her son, Angus. And she would eventually put on the crown of the summer queen.Berra didn't love her for this. She kept her captive in a hidden mountain and she set the beautiful maiden to impossible tasks and was exceedingly nasty to her when she wasn't able to complete them. And she wasn't meant to complete them. She scalded are constantly finding fault with everything. Bridget did.The girl was wretched with this treatment and deeply miserable. She was also unused to be treating in this treated in this way. Berra gave her a Brown sheep police and told her to wash it in the stream until it became snowy, white bridge have washed it day after day, all day long with no change to the color of the fleece.It remained a dingy Brown bridge of worried and fretted that this was going to go on for her whole life. It seemed like it was never ending. One day while washing the fleece an old grade bittered man came by and watched us Brita cried bitterly, washing the fleece to no avail. Taking pity on her. The old man asked her why she was so sad when she told him, he said, I'm sorry for you.And taking the fleece from her. He shook it vigorously three times. At which point the fleece became instantly as white as snow I'm father winter. He said I can easily make things white. Giving the fleece back to her. He accepted her heartfelt. Thanks for saving her so much trouble. I have something else for you.He said, and he handed her a bouquet of snowdrops pure, absolute white. Give these flowers to Berra. If she scolds you. And tell her this, tell her that snow drops are growing in the green for woods and crest is growing on the stream banks. Be sure and tell her that bridge of went to Berra and drop the fleece that are feet bare.It didn't even look at it. She handed her the snowdrops bear. His rage lit up when she saw the flowers where these flowers from she shouted. Breaches said snowdrops are growing in the green for woods and crest is growing on the stream. Banks raging with fury Berra center, eight hugs to the North, the South, the East and the West freeze and blight any new green growth, any sign of spring, smite the world with Roston storms, wage war against all growth wage war against my son.The summer King. Her hags mounted their shaggy goats and rode forth. Bera took her black hammer and smoked the ground again and again, freezing the earth solid and keeping spring at Bay as she's smoked the ground, she reshaped the mountains and the valleys, meantime Angus, the son of bearer and the summer King dreamt a dream of a beautiful and very sad maiden.He saw an old gray bearded man beside her in the dream and asked the man why the maiden wept. So unceasingly, the old man said, she's a captive of Vera, your mother, and treated most cruelly. When Angus awoke, he sought guidance from the King of the green isle. The King told him this maiden is going to be your wife.She'll be your summer. Queen Angus wanted to go at once and free her. The King tried to persuade him to wait until the first sign of spring to rescue her. But I think it's decided to go at once, even though it was deepest winter and the time of his mother's greatest power. Uh, borrow three days from August and I will sing a spell upon the land and the sea for peace of the winds and peace in the sea.This he did. And he wrote to the lens where Brita was captive. He searched high and low day and night, but he couldn't find her. She was hidden so well, Vera angry at our son's stirred up a Tempest and blue and back to the green aisle. Undeterred Angus went back again until eventually he found her from the first time that Angus and Bridger saw each other.They also loved each other and to help them the local fairy queen and her many maidens help the couple to safety crossing a river frozen by one of the hugs of Berra. Reja put her hand on the ice and began the very first melting of the waters. The ice hag responsible for the frozen river shrieked and fled back to Berra bridge was transformed from her rags to a gown of white silk and crystals.She was given a white wand woven with golden stocks, the fairies, the nature spirits, the birds, the animals, all of nature celebrated the wedding. Feasta Angus and Brita shoutings spring has come spring has come. And Angus spoke. Spells is a fertility for the land. Well, breacher waved her wand, the spills of spring were strong and even made their way to the land of the humans.Angus left his bride in safety on the green aisle. When you went and challenged his mother bear since storm after storm to drive him away, he kept coming back. She sent the wind called whistle to him, which brought hail and ice. Scotland's suffered greatly Angus flood, but returned again. The next week embarrassed sent to him was sharp, build wind, which pecked at the land, like a great bird.Next was the sweeper, which tore branches from the trees and budding plants from their stocks. The earth was ravaged. People starved in the weeks of leanness came on. There was a sorrowful time, but where that wind of verus could not reach spring, came flowers, appeared Barrow retaliated with the gales of complaint.Yet she was unable to fully subdue the powers of the spring, wielded by Angus and Brita it together at length. At the end of her own strength, Berra had one more blast in her. She called forth. The three days of winter that had disappeared when Angus called up the three days of spring, the spirits of those particular days of winter were Tempus spirits and they did their utmost to defeat the summer King to no avail on belting Eve weekend with effort on an extreme old age, Vera conceded, defeat, and flood in despair.She dropped her black hammer and made her way to the well of youth on that floating green isle and waiting through the long night. She drank at Dawn the next day, when Barrow returned to her home, Reja in triumph, dipped her white hands into the high mountain waters that still held ice Vera. The veiled.One felt instantly into her magical and deep sleep. That was beautiful. That was very magical and triumphant, a story of triumph. So many things. So we know who the man was or did I miss it? He just called himself father winter. But we don't know who he was, but the fact that he was old, put him on a powerful footing with bearer, I think could he have been her husband and the father of Angus?He could have been one of the stories about Vera says that she was amazed in seven or nine times over because she could go through that process of renewal. She had many husbands and many children. I want to be like her. It was hard for me not to just relate to her. Cause I know I'm sure I know her and I've loved the whole winter thing.And my son is guess, well, this is a tale that definitely honors your son as a namesake of the King of summer. I'm struck by how it would be to be constantly changing age in such a rapid succession to. Seems like it would be nice. I love to change age like breathing. Yeah. Oh, that sounds really pleasant. I think parts of it would be pleasant, but I think other parts would be a great challenge.And I would think you would never fully be any of those ages because there's that constant change. And it seems like there's something unnatural about that, how the age can shift from one to another, in a person, but this is a goddess. So this is and nature being who has rained over well, but she has rained over one specific time and somehow she's managed that time to serve her through all that the times.So she has a fight like her power is in the winter. Her power though, can grant her different seasons of being that is where her true power is, is in that winter, which is why she holds onto it. So tightly. So in her crone age and her, at her peak of age, that's where her power is. It's quite interesting to look at her as a feminine being and think that yes, In the winter, she's at her most haggish repulsive.I mean, other descriptions that people say is that she has red teeth and she dresses in the winter with clothing that are covered with bones and skulls. So she may be a bone mother and in places in Scotland, where there are mountains that she has purportedly shaped with her black hammer. That are associated with her.Those are often in alignment with the neolithic sites as well. So there's a sense of her antiquity beings. So, so ancient. She certainly feels like a giant test. She feels like she is the bones of the earth and the hollows of the earth. And just maybe why she can command the wins is because it's from her hollow places from her shallow places.They come. Love that she models to me that it's all right to fight reality, even though you're going to lose, I need that less than sometimes. It's about the battle, not the win, right? Yeah. He didn't gain commitment and what that engagement and what that battle invokes in other people. So they can find their destiny and power because without her.What they find who they are meant to be without being challenged. I find that very interesting is that they don't really rise until there is a great danger for the land imbalance has to be restored. And they, uh, at that point are reminded of their natural time of their natural power and it's peak. And they have to show up in that form.It's striking to me that in the summer, when she's rejuvenating and renewing the spring on the summer, that she's not the giant tests, not the hide, but a beautiful golden inherit maiden herself and has no power whatsoever during that time. But her beauty. That's what I was just thinking. It's hard to think that a beautiful maiden doesn't have power and she's noted to be sweet tempered as a girl, but as she ages and moves into her power, her temper gets worse and worse until it definitely a template very quick to rage.Yeah, that's a liberating, it just feels requisite to me. Like the way that you earn your power is by going through things that make you shorter tempered. Totally makes sense. Thank you for the story. It was so beautifully shared and just exquisite and it's magic and unfolding. I feel like I'll be sitting with it for a bit.It's really lovely. That's a beautiful story. I'm trying to think what the, the lesson would be for me, where I'm the younger woman. So it's so easy for me to relate to the elderly, but where I'm the younger woman, what would that be about? Just to hang in there. My noticing about the younger woman Bridger is that she's given most things like a beautiful woman.She's given the clean fleas. She's given the snowdrops, she's rescued by Angus. She's given her wand, which she then wields beautifully, but everything is given to her. For her to play her role as summer queen. That's very true. I did not even that didn't even occur to me. I just thought of her as somebody that already had those powers ahead of time and has come into them upon challenge.But no, the man arrives to help her. She's given the clue. Yes. She seems somewhat ambiguous and who she is and how she even comes into the picture. But then yes, ends up being one of the heroines to restore part of the restoration of nature, which I think is something in many stories that there is the young maiden that brings either an aging God, back to life or restores the piece of the land along with the summer King or along with an appropriate partner, that there is that meeting of the two youth.Bring balance back into nature and they're are always King and queen and Lord and lady at the same time. And here are. Or escorted by or are blessed by the Fe. So blessed by the magical land, the magic of the land and the blooming land and nature spirits, Davis trees, all of those beings. I think we're always holding that tension of opposites between the old and the young between the, this is the way things were and the way things should be.And. Think of the crazy good things we can do if we just started things differently, there's always holding that battle. Like how do we move forward? Do we follow tradition explicitly? Or do we break out and use our creativity to try to create a better world and different people's side to different ones, but nobody holds just one.Well, put it was a naivety required creativity and bursting forth. I trust in th…

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    Vasalisa Aug 05, 2020
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    Welcome to Saga Kraft: myths, fairytales, legends stories, comfort us, inspire us and heal us. Please join us. As we share our stories, both old and new, more than anything, we are open to the story and it's unfolding at times. It may be one story told by one person at times it's the same story told through three different voices.In the end, we go where the story takes us and we invite you to follow. I'm C a writer, artist, and storyteller. I'm Betsy, a medium and teacher of mystery. I'm Gabriela, an artist and practitioner of folk magic. We are magical in training today. I would like to share a story from the Eastern Slavic lands of Russia.And it's a story about Vesta Lisa, the beautiful. A long time ago in a certain stardom eMerchants and his wife who have been married for a long time. We're finally blessed with the birth of a daughter. They named her vest Salisa sadly, when vessel Lisa was only eight years old, her mother became gravely ill as a final gift to her daughter.Vesselis has mother gave her a doll. She said my dear sweet listen carefully for this is important. I am dying. But with my final maternal blessing, I give you the make sure you always keep her clothes and don't let anybody see her. If you were ever endanger feed her and ask her for advice, she will always help you with these final words and a kiss.Best Elise has a mother died. The merchant mourn the death of his wife, but after some time he considered marrying again, he decided to marry a widow, a woman close to his age who also had two daughters of her own. He was hoping that this mature woman and her daughters would be a great family to vest Salisa, but he was mistaken.The widow and her daughters were deeply jealous of bacilli, says beauty and were very cruel to her. They gave her all kinds of harsh chores to complete and hopes that she would grow skinny and frail in turn Fest. Lisa accomplished all of her chores and hot sun, strong winds and cold rain, and grew more full and beautiful each day to the dismay of her stepmother and stepsisters.They were the ones who grew more ugly and shriveled with resentment as the time passed. How did vast Salisa remain so joyful and then changed against the resentment she was facing? Well, as her mother instructed vest, Elisa fed her doll who aided her and all of her chores, no matter how difficult they may have been.She always set aside morsel of food for the doll. Even if it meant she didn't eat much herself. It's all her mother gave her, was always fed and had returned. She listened to vessel. Lisa gave her advice, did her chores and even taught her what herbs to use to keep her skin from burning. When the stepmother would send her out into the scorching sun to work a few years, went by and Lisa became of age to Mary being the most beautiful young girl in the village.She had many suitors. Nobody paid any attention to her ugly stepsisters, which drove their mother to rage. And she would punish vessel Lisa with painful beatings. She saw this Elisa as a reason why her daughters would never marry when the merchant had to leave home on business for a long time, she found another house to move to this house was near thick forest and deep in this forest was a hut, which was the dwelling of Baba Yaga.Well, by Yaga wanted to be left alone. Didn't like people and even ate them like chickens. If she felt like it. Needless to say with the forest, so close to this house by Salisa stepmother found all kinds of reasons to send her to the woods, to complete various chores of hopes of Baba Yaga, seeing and capturing her.So she would never return, but somehow Vasily sun never came upon the hut of Baba Yaga because the doll always advised her which paths to avoid and how to get safely home. One autumn evening, the three maidens were tasked with sewing work to complete. When the only candle was snuffed out, less Elisa was forced to go to Baba Yaga hut to bring back more light Vesta.Lisa fed her doll and shared the new server terrifying journey to come and how she was scared for her life. The doll ate her supper and with gleaming eyes comforted vessel Lisa, if you're not facili sushi, Scott with me hidden in your pocket, no harm will come to you from Baba Yaga. Vesta. Lisa started her journey into the dark night, trembling and cold.She walked for some time, a white horseman rode past her dressed in white, on a white horse. And David came, she kept walking. I read horsemen galloped past her dressed in red on a red horse, sun Rose high into the sky all night and all day. And the following evening, she came upon Baba Yaga hut, which was a terrifying sight.The hut was fenced by human bones. And it was surrounded by spikes with human skulls, with glaring eyes, a black horseman approached his horse. This was black, and he was dressed in black and night King, but not for long. The horses it's been galloped into the hut and was swallowed by it and the eyes and all the skulls lit up and everywhere was no bright light day.And then the trees parted and Baba Yaga came flying through the air and a mortar steering it toward with a pestle. She sniffed the air and shouted. Phew. Phew. What is that human smell? Who dares to come here? It is. I grinded mother said vessel Lisa bowing, her head low. I was sent here to bring home some light.Very well then, but first you must work for me and do whatever I ask of you or I will eat. You said Baba Yaga. She opened up the hut and let facility son side time went by invest. Salisa fulfilled all of Baba Yaga requests. She cooked, she cleaned, she spun and she sewed all along. She fed her doll and made sure even the most impossible if tasks were performed perfectly.So then Baba Yaga had no reason to complain. One day, Baba Yaga turned her nose at buss Elisa and asked, how is it that you accomplish whatever I ask of you? Well, grandmother, best Elisa replied. I am helped by the blessing of my mother, Baba Yaga, recoiled. Oh, I see. That's what it is. I will not have any blessing in my house.Get out of here. Bless a daughter, and take the light for which you came. Shoo. Vesta, Lisa run out of the hut, grabbing one of the skulls with fiery eyes, from defense and headed for home. She hesitated for a moment and thought about hiding it somewhere. It looked so dangerous and surely there must be light at home by now, but the skull whispered to her, take me through your stepmother and stepsisters.And as vessel Lisa approached closer to the house and saw that it was dark, she decided to bring the glowing skull with her. She was greeted warmly by her step-family for the first time. They told her they were unable to light a match during her absence. And we're so grateful for vessel. Lisa has returned the skull with glowing eyes, stared at the stepmother and stepsister so intensely that they burned no matter where they hid the burning eyes would find them.And by morning they were nothing. But Ash vessels, Lisa remained on touched and harmed by the school's fire. She buried the skull in the yard, secured the house and left. She found an elderly childless woman who gave her shelter as vessel. Lisa waited for her father's return sometime during her stay. She said, grandmother, I am restless with no work.Bring me some flax and I will take up spinning again. She also asked her doll for a loom. The doll said, bring me an old comb, a shuttle and some horse hair. And I shall make you alone with this fine loom vessel. Lisa was able to leave the most beautiful linen worthy of a star. The old woman told vessel Lisa to make some shirts and she would take them to the palace to present at court that SAR has never seen such fine clothing and requested to meet the creatrix of the woven gifts upon meeting beautiful vessel.Lisa, he fell madly in love with her and asked her to marry and she agreed the wedding was celebrated right away for the SAR could not imagine another day without vessels. He set aside. Soon after her father returned and was ask to live at the palace with the happy couple. Vessel ISA asked for the old woman to be invited to the palace as well, and ended up living there to facili son, never forgot about her Dole and kept her clothes and fed her for the rest of her life until she died.It's hard not to applaud. Well, I have to say, I really wanted doll like that. Myself. Perhaps we should make some, that'd be fun. Well, thank you. I loved it. And actually this brings up the question for me. Why did she get some doll? You know what I mean? Why what's the place? Well, I have a practical answer that is culturally accurate.There are dolls made in Eastern Europe. They are made of clothing that belonged to the parent, usually the mother and they are protective dolls. So the smell well of the mother would be on the clothing of the doll. And so when mothers would go to work or would have to go away. They would leave these dolls who are called McConkey, which just means a meddling Pancha means something metals together sort of fastened together.And these dolls would protect and sooth children. So there really is a very, an accurate connection to the doll. And the doll having magical and protective powers and one that you can tell your sorrows too. So it is part of the folk culture, perhaps, and perhaps the doll was a doll that her mother gave her the mother's daughter, the grandmother.How do you think also Lisa felt about it? Burning them off? I don't believe that she would on her own desire that I think vice Salisa more than anything, wanted to please everybody and wanted change to occur. Yeah. I mean, I think as much as she wanted to please, everybody too, I'm really struck by how whatever came at her.She encompassed, you know, with strengthened by the doll strengthened by the knowledge that she would get the advice or the help or whatever. She really took a lot of things in her stride. Even the marriage, he falls madly in love with her and she agrees. Why not? You know, But it sounds like what you're talking about is the possible power of blessing that comes down maybe through the ancestral field.Yes. And how that is something that even Baba Yaga could acknowledge as being a very formidable power. Yes. Well, when that in its own, right, might even interfere with Bobby yogas magic or whatever, whatever it is that she decided, you know, to ask Lisa to leave, you know, to finally say, okay, we're done with everything here.That's very interesting. And the story is really worthy of a book. There is so much, there, there is so much in this story. And the fact that there's more than one story about vessel Lisa and Baba Yaga, and they are different. Each story is different, almost shows a different phase or a different aspect of these two women interacting.It's fascinating to, to witness and to honor the different phases of a person's life and how they can be changed based on in what type of heroin they appear or what type of a villain they appear. In this story, bubble Yaga can be seen as a villain or as a savior. One who bestows the revenge that vessel Lisa herself would not be able to administer because when she arrives at Baba Yaga hut, Baba Yaga, doesn't let her leave without the light.She came for. Knowing what the light would do. And knowing the bus Elisa would be safe from disliked, just like she was safe from any of her rafts that would normally come upon anybody else in her home. Any other human that would come to her home? Yeah. And also I'm wondering if by virtue of the, the experience that boss Elisa has had with the doll, too, that whatever, the confidence that it gave her to be able to approach Baba Yaga, and also the stepmother and the sisters prepared her for Baba Yaga by ordering her around, giving her impossible tasks to do.Baba Yaga is just a big step up. It sounds like from this, so that unlike many people that maybe had a better childhood and better opportunities who would not have been prepared for somebody like Baba Yaga, and also Lisa was ready for her. Does she become more cunning and some of the other versions or.How would you describe her? She really doesn't. She's a strong character, but seems unchanged by whatever thrown her way. She seems to be the light carrier, the light bear, and many of them representations of the different stories she's often seen as the initiate tricks as the, as the initiated, as the persevering light of in many ways as the eternal maiden with eternal hope.And access to other powers, other worldly powers in many ways she's seen as Baba Yaga as apprentice. And it's just a striking image of her emerging from the dark wood, with the raging skull fire. That's gorgeous for enemies. I was just pondering the thought of a light pair and their shoes. He is the light that she's carrying is really like a double edged sword in a way that brings the light, but it also brings stuff and a leveling, a reckoning, if you will.Yeah, there's something about tough taking the light from a source by oppressing it and torturing it into giving your light actually blows up in your faceinto the perspective. Another aspect here is Baba Yaga, the judge of character here. Is she weighing the worthy against the unworthy of her gifts of her transformative powerful gifts. I certainly look at it that way because there are plenty of people that approach by bio-gas hut yet clearly by the, by the posts with the schools.Many of them do not return except for a few. And Vasily says one. Invite Lisa also in approaching Baba Yaga gives her the due respect. She bows to her. She's recognizing what she's walking into and that if she's still walk out, she really has to show up and recognize the person an hour of Baba Yaga. And love that.I had never heard her of like get out before I hadn't heard that version. And I really liked that. Like, you have a blessing, you cannot be here. Cause that could go anyway at any time that's an untrustworthy thing. But I also really loved the thought and that I've heard the story many times in different ways, but not this one.I love the idea of her getting back and burying the skull. And it made me really think about the journey of the person who had that skull. Clearly they showed up at it, father yogas, hut, and fail. Until they could do this one thing to redeem themselves and then they were put to peace to rest. There was something very lovely to me in that it's almost like a weird Bobby younger purgatory.We'll just sit on the stake for a while. Till you learn your lesson, then you get to repair a tone and then you can last. I haven't looked at it that way, but it's absolutely, you're absolutely right. That is, that is how it happened. And to be buried, to, to have a final resting place and then be engaged because festival visa was going to bury it anywhere and leave it into forest.She was afraid of it. It wasn't really sure what was going to happen with the skull and the spirit that's school said to her, let me come with you. I have work to do. And therefore ended up being buried and laid to rest. We've got to do the slumping ban thing until somebody else had buried it. Maybe. I don't know.I also was curious. So in the grim stories, they, you know, now the grim stories are filled with stepmothers. But originally they were not. When the Grimms originally went around and interviewed everybody for the stories, those were genuine mothers who are destroying their children and then the Grimms they're brothers.And I suppose they probably have a mother who don't want up this off. And so they wrote mothers out and wrote in stepmothers everywhere so that there wouldn't be any condemnation of mothers in their work. And so I wonder if that's also true in the story. I do not know if that is…

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    Gulveig Heiðr Aug 05, 2020
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    Welcome to Saga Kraft: myths, fairytales, legends stories, comfort us, inspire us and heal us. Please join us. As we share our stories, both old and new, more than anything, we are open to the story and it's unfolding at times. It may be one story told by one person at times it's the same story told through three different voices.In the end, we go where the story takes us and we invite you to follow. I'm C a writer, artist, and storyteller. I'm Betsy, a medium and teacher of mystery. I'm Gabriela, an artist and practitioner of folk magic. We are magic. Oh, very common in training.That I've chosen is the story of from the North Epic poem called the Sears prophecy or Volvo spa. And a little background is that the Norris and Viking and pre Viking times were not literate. The North myths were well known through oral tradition for the Norse. Inventing a new story was not valued as much as the poetic retelling of a known story.The versions that we have of the myths were written during the times when conversion to Christianity had already occurred, when stories were still largely remembered. Before being written down myths were living and could change from storyteller to storyteller. Also there wasn't organized religion, but instead during those Viking and pre biking times, the heads of settlements, their wives, or even poets were the storytellers and officiator is that ceremonies and could tell the myths from their own perspective.The Epic poem, Vola spa begins after creation has already occurred. And through the telling of the story, the Norris creation myth gets retold, including the story of GoBank herself. The story goes like this. A sear, a prophetess is summoned by the all father Odin King of the gods. She's a mighty practitioner of side in life and her power is vast and undiminished.Oh, comes to her as a seeker and asks her about the oldest deeds of gods and men. She gives him much more than he asked for. She starts by remembering the night worlds and nine giant hisses, and that they raised her in those long gone days. She remembers the seed from which the world tree Yik dress cells sprouted that tree, which holds the nine worlds in the beginning.There was no land, no sea, no earth or sky or a greenery. There was just a huge yawning, chaos void called goodness, a gap and an immense giant named Emir. Dismembering ear. Oh, then and his brothers created the nine worlds from his body in these worlds, the sun and the moon, and the stars help things to thrive, but they themselves knew no order, no knowledge of their true places and no sense of their true might.All the God powers went back to the Thrones of fate, that place of the sacred gods and together, they made a decision and that decision became time itself. It's included the naming of night and day and the separation of them and the orderlies cyclical aspects of time. Then on the vast Plains of Eve, all the gods continued.And created workshops and made temples high shrines, golden treasures, and many tools with which to create more happy about this. They played in their lush gardens and enjoyed the plenty they had created. They had lots of gold Ben, three terrible and powerful giantism came from Yotes and hammer the world of the giants.Thus ending that golden age, the God powers went back to the Thrones of fate and decided to make dwarves many dwarves out of the remainder of the giant is rotting limbs. These dwarves were little and manlike. Three gods and full of people. Power and passion went back to mid guard and found two pieces of driftwood, ask an umbrella who were weak in capable.And without it's looking in human, they had no breath, no soul and no life breadth. So, and life itself was given to them by the three gods and ask an envelope, became humans. That sprout of gig dress. So now grown into a mighty tree, develops drew drops from it as it stands forever green over IRT as well, three wise ones known as NORNS live under the tree at the well of fate or to Verdun day.And sculled carved men's fates, determined Destiny's laws and the lifespan of every child born. They foretell the future by seeing what has already occurred in the past. And what is happening in the present? Spinning weaving, eventually cutting the sear. The prophetess remembers the first murder ever in the world occurred when go vague.Golden liquid or power of gold was pierced by Spears and then burned in Oden's sacred halls. They burned her three times. She was reborn three times over and over. Not just a few times still each time she would leave again. I named her bright one, Heidi. She came into their homes as a sorceress who forced saga good and pleasing things.She knew spirit magic. She knew saver. She practiced wise craft. She was favored by women. Then the powers, the sacred gods went to the Thrones of fate. And the question this time was whether the ACR or the sky gods alone should yield the tribute or. If all the gods, including the Vanya, the nature and land gods should share the sacrificial feasts.After all Freya, a goddess of the Von air had brought the knowledge of bloat or sacred offerings to the ACR. What happened was Odin hurled, his spear into the host. That was the first war in worlds. The Ram part of the ACR stronghold was destroyed as the Vanya continuously attack the plane on which it was built with their magical war spells.We're continued for some time and was costly with no one winning eventually truce was made between the ACR and Vania with hostages exchanged along with knowledge, but the golden age ended and Ragnarok, the end of all, the worlds was triggered. Very lovely. Thank you. I'm still in it. I'm I'm still in the story and I think I'll be in the story for a long time.I feel like it's still unfolding. I feel like it's still going under and going back up. The first thing that I found intriguing and interesting is that before the concept of time, there was no form. There was no meaning it's with that concept of time and with time, destiny and dose two together creating form.And giving birth to everything else, giving the word of everything else before which it was everything and nothing at the same time, until the time came into being the measure of time, I found it interesting that when time was created, then people knew themselves and understood something about their power and their true nature.I actually feel confused about that. So I have to admit the time has always confused me a lot and I don't fully believe in it. I believe that it's a thing we use, but it is not nature to me. And so it's, it's not at all surprising to me though that time would contain meaning. Because as human beings, so much of our idea of our value is what we can complete within the time of our life.And so I can totally see how that would translate immediately into meaning, but I wonder how destiny for that. Like if our, you know, what our meaning is, is our ability to accomplish or be, or provide during our time, then it's destiny. So in my mind, destiny or the immutable destiny of Orlov is sort of wording time itself.That mean what way do they interact? How does destiny work with time? So to me, I think of it as feed versus destiny. I think it was destiny when we embrace it and we make it pleasant and fate when we fight it and we make it unpleasant. So, so how does it that fit into meaning? I don't really know. I found for myself as I was exploring this story and looking at different versions of it, meaning translated by different people like in the North tradition that each translation had a different flavor to it.Even a different understanding of who go veg really is. Um, some people saw her as one of the evil, giant ASEs. You know, if we can say evil, but one of those dark and terrible giant Asus who came and changed everything. Other translators saw her as Freya as an aspect of Freya. And yet another version of her was the, of her as a Northern herself.And can one be all of those things, perhaps? I don't know. But as I was trying to find the ground from which I wanted to stand, if you, if I could say that when I was sharing this myth and in a way I think I was asking for what's the most true version of it. What I was told was the version that finds its way through you through one, through the storyteller is the true version for that moment.But I've found that this story has stayed with me as I've been exploring at a home has been working its way through me. So I'm very interested to hear what you have to say as well. I think the concept of the three giant offices and even that in the story, and, and I'm sure many versions of the story they're called evil and what that really means is.Able to change things and the power of that and how to some, especially since it was probably taking form or written down in Christian times, the idea of feminine spirits of women, spirits, women, giantess, is being able to change things that would be terrifying. Another clue in this, I think too, is that notion of the northerns being able to foresee what happens in the future by looking in the past.And what happens in the past is that the gods dismembered, the giant IE mirror. And so was that where it all began? It was that dismemberment of, of the giant. Actually the seeds were those three giant, I think, are those three giants passing through? Just kind of like the wave of, okay, you began this and we're carrying it.Well, not even we're carrying it forward, but it's carrying forward in its own way. Yeah. Yeah, I totally view the whole thing as a domino effect. Like somebody flipped to that first step and it was done. It was just a matter of everything falling out. But yeah, so, you know, the concept blonde up and probably said it wrong and old Norris, it's the idea that something it's attributed largely to women and it literally means blend.And it means blend in terms of mix in a way that makes better as if to learn and to incorporate and to process, but it also means to taint and to condemn and to undermine. And so it's that idea that women are particularly on the forefront of bringing in change. And that was probably largely because they came in from another group in order to marry, which meant they had loyalties to two groups and therefore they were dangerous.But snarly actually has a remark in there too. About the golden age being the time before they were ruined by women.Once again, power. Yup. That's the power. Of women as being able to mix, give, um, bring life and therefore bring death, right? All these things that are, that are dangerous things and just the gold of the whole concept of the women and the goal. Like there's a, there's a great benefit and a great beauty and a great price.Which is also sort of inherent in the blonde that comes up. Although, honestly, when I say that, I think of that as children. That's how I feel about it. Children.Is there ever a reason why they'll bright? One is speared. Is there ever a reason given why. Because if it's, you know, she's there and then she is, the decision is made for her to be killed. What came into that decision? Do we know how that decision came to be? And are there various points on this or different versions?Yeah, I mean, there are several different versions about it. One of them is cute by the notion or the observation that this fearing of her. And the burning of her happened in Owen's hall. And, uh, how is a place of sacred hospitality? So the idea of what happened to her, then one begins to wonder, is there something sacred or sacral about that?And also that, uh, you know, what happened after her burning was, then they go to start, you know, they'd go back to the place where they make their decisions, the gods and the powers do. And this time is the question is about who gets to make the offerings and who, and making the offerings in those times was also meant partaking of the offerings of them.So, so it does seem as though there's something sacred about what happened there for her, and intentionally feels very intentional and destined to somehow. But by who's choosing. And again, you mean some translations when they were talking about who she became, who go there became after this three time death, which is of course an initiatory type of a death was that she, as a sorceress, came into people's homes and foresaw good things, pleasing things.And in the end was favored by women, but often the translation or the statement is favored by evil women. So we don't know, was that something that was really felt during Viking times or was that something that was added later, but I decided as the storyteller to just say she was favored by women favorited by WISEWOMEN women.I liked that version. So I feel like she was a giant test or whether she was sprayer, either one, she's a member of the older gobs, right. In both cases, that's the older gum set. And so in my mind that what really, demarcates the age there from those who went before them is that they're really the gods of civilization or the gods of culture.And in many ways that makes them the gods of patriarchy. And so of course, they're going to have trouble with a more powerful, older, a woman who is getting more praise, particularly from other women. So in a way, the sear intends to give form to the formless and possibly claim. And it, and it's also a claim on nature because I do see her as, from that perspective as a nature mother, as of nature, as part of nature, And it's great communicator and everything in between life, death change cycles.So maybe not time, but here in his case, the cycles and they're undefined, they can be, yeah. As long as they need to be in a short as they need to be. But it's, it's that potency of the cycle that is important, which she would have great knowledge of. It strikes me that this story, like any good myth really sets up templates of how things can go forward from here.And we're talking not only about the creation story, but about that idea of going through some kind of a. Death of some sort out of which one becomes quite changed and actually refined. I mean, she went in as gold power or the power of gold or, or as one translator would say her name might mean gold power drink.So is she the template for the sacred need itself that comes up later in the North Smith. That's a thought there. And then as the bright one sharing. Uh, as some translators say, sharing first with human women. And so that as a template for our wise women in mid guard, I think, yeah. Fill in that also. Bring some, some form of when sacred arts were passed from mother to daughter, grandmother to granddaughter.And that same way, it's the specific of the mystery of one, not just physical body, but association. That would be makes sense why she would choose the recipients of this power of her seeds to be like herself. So I wonder if that too means I do think it's women in this case, but is it even more than that as a, to those who are willing to receive that wisdom and hone it in the same way?Hmm that's beautiful. So to me that is a lot about people who are willing to form relationship, as opposed to people who are willing to control. And in a lot of ways that genders are pulled that way. And I've heard it argued that it's because I'm body it's because women have no choice. But to admit that there is something more powerful than them as their body's taken over once a month.Wow. Well, men and get away with pretending that they have control in the world. Most of the time, of course, something's eventually going to happen to take their control away. And then there's a choice as to whether to respond to wh…

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