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Friday, 10 October 2014

Frizzy Lizzy time

HI dear friends and followers, welcome again to Frizzy Lizzy time. Take a few minutes and relax and enjoy a smile or two

Oh, hi! Sure, come on in! Pour a coffee and pull up a chair! I'm glad you're here. You can help me.

“It's time I did some stuff around the house. I can't decide if I want to sit around it, walk around it, or lie around it. What's that? Hang around it?

“I hung around the house last night. I went without a bra from the time I came home until I went to bed! Now that's a good one, don't you think? No, I mean, don't you think that was a good joke, not that you don't think.

“My boyfriend, Charley, and his best friend Louie, used to sit on the front porch all day long and I used to get all dressed up, and parade in front of them just to try to get a rise out of Charley. One day, I decided to surprise them both and I wore absolutely nothing. Louie turned to Charley and said, 

'Hey, what's Lizzy got on today?' 'I don't know," said Charley, 'but it sure needs ironing!' 

Then there was the time when Charley was suffering from silent gas emissions. I sent him to the doctor. He said 'Doc, you have to help me, I'm suffering from silent gas emissions. Last night at the movies I had 10 silent gas emissions, this morning at breakfast I had 2 silent gas emissions, and sitting here in this office with you I've had 5 silent gas emissions.

What the hell am I going to do?' 'Well,' said the doctor, 'the first thing we need to do is check your hearing.' 

“I won't say that Charley is a tightwad but we were out last night and we got robbed on the way to the car. The robber put a gun in Charley's back and said, 'Your money or your life!' Charley didn't move a muscle and just said, 'Give me a minute to think that over.' 

“This Monday is Thanksgiving Day in Canada. I wish all of my friends in Canada a great weekend and a Happy Thanksgiving Day! I appreciate your friendship very much! “And for everyone celebrating Columbus Day in America, all I can say is that maybe the name of that day needs to be changed. What did Columbus really discover? The Bahamas were there long before he arrived and did just fine without him.

“Women are not MOODY! We simply have days when we are less inclined to PUT UP WITH SHIT!

“Vampires sleep all day. Fly where ever they want for free, and can't see themselves in a mirror. Where do I sign?

“What's that? You want to sign, too? Great! I'll have a friend 

to fly with!

Thank you for coming, I hope you have enjoyed Frizzy Lizzy. You are also invited to share your thoughts and comments, they are greatly appreciated. Thank you and have a wonderful day
ڰۣIn Loving Light from the Fairy Ladyڰۣ

The Swan Maidens

Hi dear friends and followers.
Today we take a break from Native American legends to look at a what one might call a classic “bedtime story.” By that I mean that the story deals with magical beings and magical things, fortuitous happenings, and a compact form that takes about 10 minutes to read or relate. You might have heard a story of this kind when you were 3 or 4 years old. Please take a few minutes to enjoy this story that appeared in a book of European fairy tales, published in 1916, that is now in the public domain.

The Swan Maidens
Joseph Jacobs

There was once a hunter who used often to spend the whole night stalking the deer or setting traps for game. 

Now it happened one night that he was watching in a clump of bushes near the lake for some wild ducks that he wished to trap. Suddenly he heard, high up in the air, a whirring of wings and thought the ducks were coming; and he strung his bow and got ready his arrows.

But instead of ducks there appeared seven maidens all clad in robes made of feathers, and they alighted on the banks of the lake, and taking off their robes plunged into the waters and bathed and sported in the lake. They were all beautiful, but of them all the youngest and smallest pleased most the hunter's eye, and he crept forward from the bushes and seized her dress of plumage and took it back with him into the bushes.

After the swan maidens had bathed and sported to their heart's delight, they came back to the bank wishing to put on their feather robes again; and the six eldest found theirs, but the youngest could not find hers.

They searched and they searched until at last the dawn began to appear, and the six sisters called out to her, "We must be away; it is the dawn; you meet your fate, whatever it be." And with that they donned their robes and flew away, and away, and away.

When the hunter saw them fly away he came forward with the feather robe in his hand; and the swan maiden begged and begged that he would give her back her robe. He gave her his cloak but would not give her her robe, feeling that she would fly away. And he made her promise to marry him, and took her home, and hid her feather robe where she could not find it. So they were married and lived happily together and had two fine children, a boy and a girl, who grew up strong and beautiful; and their mother loved them with all her heart.

One day her little daughter was playing at hide-and-seek with her brother, and she went behind the wainscoting to hide herself, and found there a robe all made of feathers, and took it to her mother. As soon as she saw it she put it on and said to her daughter, "Tell father that if he wishes to see me again he must find me in the Land East o' the Sun and West o' the Moon;" and with that she flew away.

When the hunter came home next morning his little daughter told him what had happened and what her mother said. So he set out to find his wife in the Land East o' the Sun and West o' the Moon. And he wandered for many days until he came across an old man who had fallen on the ground, and he lifted him up and helped him to a seat and tended him until he felt better.

Then the old man asked him what he was doing and where he was going. And he told him all about the swan maidens and his wife, and he asked the old man if he had heard of the Land East o' the Sun and West o' the Moon.
And the old man said, "No, but I can ask."
Then he uttered a shrill whistle and soon all the plain in front of them was filled with all of the beasts of the world, for the old man was no less than the King of the Beasts.
And he called out to them, "Who is

 there here that knows where the Land is East o' the Sun and West o' the Moon?" But none of the beasts knew.

Then the old man said to the hunter, "You must go seek my brother who is the King of the Birds," and told him how to find his brother.

And after a time he found the King of the Birds, and told him what he wanted. So the King of the Birds whistled loud and shrill, and soon the sky was darkened with all the birds of the air, who came around him. Then he asked, "Which of you knows where is the Land East o' the Sun and West o' the Moon?"
And none answered, and the King of the Birds said, "Then you must consult my brother the King of the Fishes," and he told him how to find him.

And the hunter went on, and he went on, and he went on, until he came to the King of the Fishes, and he told him what he wanted. And the King of the Fishes went to the shore of the sea and summoned all the fishes of the sea. And when they came around him he called out, "Which of you knows where is the Land East o' the Sun and West o' the Moon?"

And none of them answered, until at last a dolphin that had come late called out, "I have heard that at the top of the Crystal Mountain lies the Land East o' the Sun and West o' the Moon; but how to get there I know not save that it is near the Wild Forest."

So the hunter thanked the King of the Fishes and went to the Wild Forest. And as he got near there he found two men quarreling, and as he came near they came towards him and asked him to settle their dispute.

"Now what is it?" said the hunter.
"Our father has just died and he has left but two things, this cap which, whenever you wear it, nobody can see you, and these shoes, which will carry you through the air to whatever place you will. Now I being the elder claim the right of choice, which of these two I shall have; and he declares that, as the younger, he has the right to the shoes. Which do you think is right?"

So the hunter thought and thought, and at last he said, "It is difficult to decide, but the best thing I can think of is for you to race from here to that tree yonder, and whoever gets back to me first I will hand him either the shoes or the cap, whichever he wishes."

So he took the shoes in one hand and the cap in the other, and waited until they had started off running towards the tree. And as soon as they had started running towards the tree he put on the shoes of swiftness and placed the invisible cap on his head and wished himself in the Land East o' the Sun and West o' the Moon.

And he flew, and he flew, and he flew, over seven Bends, and seven Glens, and seven Mountain Moors, until at last he came to the Crystal Mountain. And on the top of that, as the dolphin had said, there was the Land East o' the Sun and West o' the Moon.

Now when he got there he took off his invisible cap and shoes of swiftness and asked who ruled over the Land; and he was told that there was a king who had seven daughters who dressed in swans' feathers and flew wherever they wished.

Then the hunter knew that he had come to the Land of his wife. And he went boldly to the king and said, "Hail, oh king, I have come to seek my wife."

And the king said, "Who is she?"

And the hunter said, "Your youngest daughter." Then he told him how he had won her.

Then the king said, "If you can tell her from her sisters then I know that what you say is true." And he summoned his seven daughters to him, and there they all were, dressed in their robes of feathers and looking each like all the rest.

So the hunter said, "If I may take each of them by the hand I will surely know my wife"; for when she had dwelt with him she had sewn the little shifts and dresses of her children, and the forefinger of her right hand had the marks of the needle.

And when he had taken the hand of each of the swan maidens he soon found which was his wife and claimed her for his own. Then the king gave them great gifts and sent them by a sure way down the Crystal Mountain.

And after a while they reached home, and lived happily together ever afterwards.

Thank you for coming, I hope you have enjoyed the story. You are also invited to share your thoughts and comments, they are greatly appreciated. Thank you and have a wonderful day

ڰۣIn Loving Light from the Fairy Ladyڰۣ

Wednesday, 8 October 2014

Moshup The Giant

Hi dear friends and followers today's offering is the Wampanoag legend of   Moshup the Giant. I hope you all find it to be interesting

Pennacook women

At this time a reminder about the relationship between the Native American Peoples and boundaries and maps seems in order. The original citizens of America did not live in individual states or rigidly marked territories as we do today. They did not believe in the private ownership of land. It was their position that the land owned them, and not the other way around. This made the boundaries between peoples and tribes rather fuzzy by comparison to state lines and national borders. Most tribes shared the land unless they were at war, which did not happen all that often and was not undertaken lightly. (The subject of Native Americans at war with one another can easily be the subject of a thesis paper or dissertation!)

This outline map of the State of New Hampshire shows the presence of two Native Peoples. The dominant People of the region were the Abenaki, whose home area went from New England into the Canadian Provinces of Quebec, New Brunswick and Prince Edward Island. This does not rule out their presence in Ontario but the were not likely a dominant culture there.

The Pennacook People were a tribe within the Wampanoag Nation that was once the dominant People of Massachusetts. Did you know the name "Massachusetts" is an Algonquian People word? It comes from the Wampanoag word Massachuset, which means "by the range of hills." The Wampanoag People were not the only native people of this region, however.

It was the Wampanoag who greeted and befriended the English pilgrims at Plymouth Rock in 1620. The gifted the pilgrims with corn and turkeys and helped them to survive the first winter, for which the pilgrims gave thanks. Then the relationship went sour as the English desired to own the land upon which they were settling and did their best to swindle it from the Wampanoags, with the assistance of much alcohol. Eventually a war ensued and the Wampanoags were decisively beaten and many sold into slavery. Those who remained free hid. There are about 2,000 of their descendants living in Plymouth County, Massachusetts.

I have not been able to find anything about Wampanoag mythology on the Internet. However, I did find this Wampanoag legend that has been retold by one Deborah Champlain.

Moshup the Giant

Before the first European settlers came to this land, there lived on the coast of Massachusetts a giant named Moshup. Moshup lived among the Wampanoag People both on Cape Cod and Martha's Vineyard. There are many tales and variations to this story about Moshup, but the one that we like the best goes something like this:

Moshup, a Wampanoag giant who once lived on the mainland of Massachusetts, decided one day to settle down on the beautiful island of Martha's Vineyard.

Moshup loved to sit on the top of the hill on the Vineyard near a town now called Gay Head. There is still evidence of his grand seat there in the crater above the cliffs.

Moshup loved whale meat, which he would catch with his hands, then cook over a fire he made by ripping the trees that surrounded him out of the ground. He did so much of this that there are barely any trees left today in the town of Gay Head.

To catch the whales, Moshup threw stoned into the water to step on, and that is how the rocks between Cuttyhunk and the mainland called Devil's Bridge came to be.

Moshup also loved the People who lived nearby him, and he would share his whale meat with them. He fed them so well that one year they gathered all of the tobacco they had harvested and gave it to Moshup to show their appreciation.

In his great pipe, Moshup smoked the tobacco, which was barely enough for a man his size; then he emptied the ashes into the water, and that is how the island of Nantucket came to be.

One day Moshup told the People that a new breed of man, with fairer skin than theirs, would soon be coming to their land. He warned the People not to let them on their shore, for if they did, the Wampanoag People would live no more.

Then Moshup quietly slipped away into the choppy waters off the bay. Soon after, pale faced men came ashore, and landed near the place where Moshup once lay. The Wampanoag People greeted them with friendship and let them stay, and Moshup has not been seen since that day.

You are also invited to share your thoughts and comments, they are greatly appreciated. Thank you and have a wonderful day

ڰۣIn Loving Light from the Fairy Ladyڰۣ

Tuesday, 7 October 2014

Hi dear friends and followers, today I have a poem for you named, The Calling. It is about desire, longing and about the heart  

The Calling

What is there within is that compels us to go

to another land or place in time?

Some may call it the Land Beyond.

It is not a physical place like this is,

but is as real as one's mind wants it to be.

A desire, a craving for a place greener and brighter

than the dullness and hopelessness of our daily life;

we seek to leave the world we presently reside in.

We dream of the day when the flood gates will be opened,

and true freedom shall be found

in a land where love reigns supreme;

where there is not pain or suffering, a land of magic,

where nothing from the heart or mind is denied to you.

Dream at the gates of the day? Alluring in it's beauty,

between earth and sky, it is never far away;

Because it resides in your heart,

the land of no yesterdays or tomorrows.

The calling beckons you onward,

to a destination with no end,

in the land of no yesterday or tomorrows.

Alluring it calls for those who seek the realm of yon,

Where from the many trails of adventure may you choose;

On horseback, by boat; by car or truck;

even on foot with knapsack, ye may seek!

The calling within you will entice you to go

to the land of no yesterdays or tomorrows.

A calling so great that it fiercely beats within,

like an untamed beast, roaring in a cage.

Set it free in the wilderness of the soul!

Let us go to the land between heaven and earth!

Have you ever stood in the silence,

deepest in the dead of night?

Vast is the horizon to behold at the dawn of the day.

The desires you have striven for

now rest deep within your heart;

so will it be, in the land of the calling,

the land of no yesterdays or tomorrows;

A valley of dreams, where all wishes come true!

You ascend to the heights; you fly by night;

under the moon and stars, to your true delight,

shining and sparkling, like a valley of dreams.

The land of beyond resides

in your heart and your mind;

all things are possible

if governed by the heart.

Follow the calling of the heart.

You are also invited to share your thoughts and comments, they are greatly appreciated. Thank you and have a wonderful day

ڰۣIn Loving Light from the Fairy Ladyڰۣ

Monday, 6 October 2014

The Empounded Water

Hi dear friends and followers, welcome again the legends and myths of Native Americans.

This is the last of the myth and legends from the Native Peoples who resided in the area of what is now the State of Maine. This legend is from the Maliseet (also spelled Malecite) People. They were in the far northeastern part of the territory and into present-day New Brunswick, which is where the Saint John River empties into the Bay of Fundy.

Aglabem was a monster diety.

The Empounded Water

Aglabem kept back all the water in the world; so that rivers stopped flowing, and lakes dried up, and the people everywhere began dying of thirst.

As a last resort, they sent a messenger to him to ask him to give the people water; but he refused, and gave the messenger only a drink from the water in which he washed. But this was not enough to satisfy even the thirst of one.

Then the people began complaining, some saying, "I'm as dry as a fish," "I'm as dry as frog," "I'm as dry as a turtle," "I'm as dry as a beaver," and the like, as they were on the verge of dying of thirst.

At last a great man was sent to Aglabem to beg him to release the water for the people. Aglabem refused, saying that he needed it himself to lie in.

Then the messenger felled a tree, so that it fell on top of the monster and killed him.

The body of this tree became the main river (St. John's River), and the branches became the tributary branches of the river, while the leaves became the ponds at the heads of these streams. 

 As the waters flowed down to the villages of the people again, they plunged in to drink, and became transformed into the animals to which they had likened themselves when formerly complaining of their thirst.

Thank you for visiting my blog. I hope you have enjoyed the posting for the day. You are welcome to share your thoughts and ideas, they are appreciated and valued. 

ڰۣIn Loving Light from the Fairy Ladyڰۣ

The Legend of Ne Hwas, the Mermaid

Hi dear friends and followers, welcome to my blog.
Today we share a legend from the Passamaquoddy People of the southeastern portion of the State of Maine. They occupied the area of present-day Bar Harbor to Eastport. There is an interesting commentary by the contributor that follows this brief legend.
The Legend of Ne Hwas, the Mermaid

A long time ago there was an Indian, with his wife and two daughters. They lived by a great lake, or the sea, and the mother told the girls never to go into the water there. If they did, something bad would happen to them.

The girls, however, deceived her repeatedly. When swimming is prohibited, it becomes delightful.

The shore of this place goes way out or slopes to an island. One day the girls left their clothing on the beach and swam out to the island. Their parents noticed that they were gone and set out to look for them.

Their father found them swimming and he called out to them. They were a distance out and began to swim in. They got as far as the sand bottom but could go no further. Their father asked them why they could not come any closer. They cried that they had gotten so heavy that it was impossible. They were all slimy; they grew to be snakes from below the waist. After sinking a few times in this strange slime they became very handsome, with long, black hair and large, bright black eyes, with silver bands on their neck and arms.

When their father went to get their clothes, they began to sing in the most exquisite tones:

Leave them there!

Do not touch them!

Leave them there!

Hearing this, their mother began to weep, but the girls kept on:

It is all our own fault.

But do not blame us;

It will be none the worse for you.

When you go in your canoe,

Then you need not paddle;

We shall carry it along!

And so it was. When the parents went in the canoe, the girls carried it safely on everywhere.

One day some Indians saw the girls' clothing on the beach and so looked for the wearers. They found them in the water and pursued them, and tried to capture them, but they were so slimy that it was impossible to take them, until one, catching a hold of one of the mermaids by her long, black hair, cut it off.

Then the girl began to rock the canoe, and threatened to upset it unless her hair was given to her again. The fellow who had played the trick at first refused, but as the mermaids, or snake-maids, promised, they should all be drowned unless this was done. The locks were restored to their owner.

The next day they were heard singing and were seen, and on she who had lost her hair, it was back and as long as ever.

We may easily detect the hand of Lox, the eMischief Maker, in this last incident. It was the same trick which Loki played on Sif, the wife of Odin.

That both Lox and Loki were compelled to replace the hair and make it grow again – the one on the snake-maid and the other on the goddess - we have to deal with myths which have passed into romances or tales, that which was originally one character becomes many, just as the king who has but one name and one appearance at court assumes a score when he descends to a disguise of low degree and goes among the people.

But when, in addition to characteristic traits, we have even a single anecdote or attribute in common, the identification is very far advanced. When not one, but many, of these coincidences occur, we are, in all probability, at the truth.

Thus we find in the mythology of the Passamaquoddy, as in the Old Norse Edda, the main evil being indulging in mere wanton, comic mischief, to an extent not to be found in the devil of any other race whatever.

Here, in a mythical tale, the same mischief maker steals a snake-girl's hair, and is compelled to replace it. In the Edda, the corresponding mischief maker steals the hair of a goddess and is forced to make restitution. Yet this is but one of many such resemblances in these tales.

It will be observed that in both cases the hair of the loser is made to grow again. But while the incident in the Edda has a meaning, as appears from its context, it has none in the Passamaquoddy tale.

All we can conclude from this is that the Passamaquoddy tale is subsequent to the Norse, or maybe taken from it. The incidents of tales are often remembered when the plot is lost. It is certainly very remarkable that, wherever the mischief maker occurs in these Passamaquoddy tales, he in every narrative does something in common with his Norse prototype.

How this happened is not certain but is has been suspected with some degree of certainty that the Norsemen visited North America long before Columbus.

Thank you for visiting my blog. I do hope you enjoyed the story. Please feel free to share your thought, ideas, and questions with us, they are most much welcome here

ڰۣ❤In Loving Light from the Fairy Ladyڰۣ