tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15508996050577374382024-03-29T02:12:37.767-07:00The Paranormaltheparanormal411http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501303714778731424noreply@blogger.comBlogger202125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550899605057737438.post-35019659301608718002024-03-26T19:39:00.000-07:002024-03-27T10:38:11.147-07:00Scottish Myth: The Wulver.<p> </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTj3M1ZtDmGlpjUThg7Mmgt1uS4F5T6v7CV1RFxU8kvr21otxHMN2k0p80YmcPj4koC2fAxCb1B9nHggIXFGGi2POmMQN8eCu3sRDlnE0-uSCKg6PpRFM9VWTmpOqh0rCX43i9IzJuNGF096qXkPop9m2WdZoRWq77MId9QtpGIj14GoPyEu-CQcBgDQQ/s1024/652024bbdeffea001d491f84.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTj3M1ZtDmGlpjUThg7Mmgt1uS4F5T6v7CV1RFxU8kvr21otxHMN2k0p80YmcPj4koC2fAxCb1B9nHggIXFGGi2POmMQN8eCu3sRDlnE0-uSCKg6PpRFM9VWTmpOqh0rCX43i9IzJuNGF096qXkPop9m2WdZoRWq77MId9QtpGIj14GoPyEu-CQcBgDQQ/s320/652024bbdeffea001d491f84.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p> <span style="font-size: x-large;">The Wulver.<br /></span></p><p> This is a form of werewolf that stalks the lands of Shetland but unlike
the common myth, this creature was never human. It has the body of a man
but the head of a wolf, and is not seen as aggressive if left to his
own devices. He will occasionally leave fish on the windowsills of the
poor to ensure that people don’t starve to death.</p><p> </p><p> <br /></p><p>Werewolves come in many forms and Scotland's very own werewolf seems to be a far gentler version the its European counterpart.</p><p> </p><p>The Wulver lives in the Shetland Islands,
however unlike common werewolf,s the wulver was never human, he is instead a a man with a wolf's head. </p><p> </p><p>He usually live's in a cave and was covered from head to toe in brown hair; he had a
favorite fishing spot on top of a flat stone now called the Wulver's
Stane.</p>
<p>Local legend said the wulver was not aggressive or evil and should be
left alone; it was even considered benevolent and would help the poor with food, lead the lost home and
protect the wounded. </p>
<p> The wulver was a work of fiction by author Jessie Saxby and only dates from the 1930s.</p><p>so not an actual cryptid but still a good story.</p><p> </p><p> The real folklore version of the Wulver is Te Cynocephalus /<br />
Cynocephali or Dog Headed People. More on them in a a future post :)<br /></p>theparanormal411http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501303714778731424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550899605057737438.post-61407265569405286322024-03-18T23:48:00.000-07:002024-03-22T00:23:17.833-07:00Each Uisge: The Scottish Water Horse.<p> </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9sQ399wZn85bhomg-lfVMFx8IUfUmeOkJKSZrCnvkQoSSqJRK-3UOLJRaczfd12YLD-8hdzYtGtEDoeY4TyCjeIyVPobsMGtz3uielGNqzeOVkxdiKNmt_UkqPsJePC_9xD5otuFMUQsikn9MelIFCR-inbWirbPIOZwTEVPzrP-UbCT6fy5LDcAjBp8/s1517/lucius-blacklung-025-web.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1517" data-original-width="1063" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9sQ399wZn85bhomg-lfVMFx8IUfUmeOkJKSZrCnvkQoSSqJRK-3UOLJRaczfd12YLD-8hdzYtGtEDoeY4TyCjeIyVPobsMGtz3uielGNqzeOVkxdiKNmt_UkqPsJePC_9xD5otuFMUQsikn9MelIFCR-inbWirbPIOZwTEVPzrP-UbCT6fy5LDcAjBp8/w448-h640/lucius-blacklung-025-web.jpg" width="448" /></a></div><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>The each-uisge, is a supernatural water horse that can be found in the Scottish Highlands, it's an extremely aggressive and possible the fiercest and most dangerous of the water-horses fay.</p><p>Often mistaken for the kelpie (which inhabits streams and rivers), the each-uisge lives in the sea, sea lochs, and fresh water lochs.</p><p> </p><p> This creature is a shape-shifter just like the kelpie, it will often disguise itself as a beautiful horse, pony, a handsome man or an enormous bird such as a boobrie.</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwVyK6RjlEXcL1G8YFLZFstu4iP7gzosHj1-huY3q1intZ4ze2AkmBVCPThkv3mRNrFjV_TjyunYq9wKaHUmSBRZ66XVN3UJIhtpcvlkQY95nQdcCni2Hu6xuy4OIj59SgJKe74mAqTkIfS9SctKJE5KIkm_ff7Kn_vLw7YgqaUbz_FYNVRxMYC041J4E/s1024/761e0dd0ee41a6a0813d0aef14ca27d1f552aae6r1-1500-1000v2_hq.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="682" data-original-width="1024" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwVyK6RjlEXcL1G8YFLZFstu4iP7gzosHj1-huY3q1intZ4ze2AkmBVCPThkv3mRNrFjV_TjyunYq9wKaHUmSBRZ66XVN3UJIhtpcvlkQY95nQdcCni2Hu6xuy4OIj59SgJKe74mAqTkIfS9SctKJE5KIkm_ff7Kn_vLw7YgqaUbz_FYNVRxMYC041J4E/s320/761e0dd0ee41a6a0813d0aef14ca27d1f552aae6r1-1500-1000v2_hq.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>If you try to ride it while in horse form, you will only be safe as long as its ridden on land. However, the moment it see's even small amount of water it's skin becomes as sticky as a strong adhesive and it will immediately
go to the deepest part of the loch with its victim. After you have been dragged to the bottom and drowned, the each-uisge will tear you apart and eat your entire body
except for the liver, which later floats to the surface.</p><p> </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIKUv6FBgPT-APjX2y5DgFL72GYE-tomGXVkFxQwgfL1NP8544Vd7545_92Km-9bZQPYP551_87nS71svlvc8qVqLsQHjrJMqPWvONxDrb4MwzUf72m86rIREkCW3NadjAmg90jYuwCR9aHrtzY4nx50lUj7lsBhcVV2z3FM395S2uAELM-zZI_SY3EOc/s466/170c4ecee2960b8ce36748b8bfe1d155.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="466" data-original-width="466" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIKUv6FBgPT-APjX2y5DgFL72GYE-tomGXVkFxQwgfL1NP8544Vd7545_92Km-9bZQPYP551_87nS71svlvc8qVqLsQHjrJMqPWvONxDrb4MwzUf72m86rIREkCW3NadjAmg90jYuwCR9aHrtzY4nx50lUj7lsBhcVV2z3FM395S2uAELM-zZI_SY3EOc/w400-h400/170c4ecee2960b8ce36748b8bfe1d155.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p> </p><p>In its human form it often appears as a handsome man, but can still
be recognized as a water creature by the water weeds or sand and mud in its hair.</p><p> Because of this, people in the Highlands were usually couscous around a lone
animals and strangers by the water's edge, near where the each-uisge was
sighted. </p><p> </p><p>The each-uisge has a desire for human women.</p><p> Any woman that it sets its sights on is almost certain to
become its victim.</p><p>One old story tells of a young woman who encountered a water
horse in the form of a handsome young man while she was herding cattle, he laid his head in her lap
and fell asleep. </p><p>When he stretched himself she discovered that he had
horse's hooves and quietly made her escape (in an alternate variations of the tale
she finds the presence of water weeds or sand in his hair). </p><p>In another
account a water horse in human form come's to a woman's house where she
was alone and attempted to court her, (other versions claim he tried to rape her) but all he got for his unwanted
advances was boiling water thrown in his crotch. He ran from the
house roaring in pain. In a third tale a father and his three sons
conspired to kill a water horse that came to the house to see the
daughter. When they grabbed the young man he reverted to his horse form
and would have carried them into the loch, but in the struggle they
managed to slay him with their dirks.(daggers)
Despite its amorous tendencies, however, the each-uisge is just as
likely to simply devour women in the same manner as its male victims. <br /></p><p> </p><p>Cnoc-na-Bèist ("Hillock of the Monster") is the name of a knoll on the Isle of Lewis
where an each-uisge was slain by the brother of a woman it tried to
seduce, by the freshwater Loch a’ Mhuileinn ("Loch of the Mill").
</p><p>Along with its human victims, cattle and sheep were also often
prey to the each-uisge, and it could be lured out of the water by the
smell of roasted meat.</p><p>There are also tales of the each-uisge in the River Spey in the Cairngorms. The <i>An t-Each Ban</i>
was a white water-horse, which despite not being the usual black color
was otherwise "traditional", seeking out travelers on stormy nights in
its horse form, and leaping with its victims into deep water. </p><p>The yellow
horse of the Spey was an even more unusual color and its preferred
victims were married couples. Legends also claim that if a woman could get a hold of the rich bridles and replace it with a cow shackle then she
would have power over the each uisge for the rest of her life and that
the bridle would bring her good fortune.</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixr9SN8bCv1Wnt_ZY37oVwWHpS4v4OwKiaMdc5hiLAKFa6VDdM1b0n0HZPalA-jdrbqc01XTy_QDCYWrN2n5rJRqKQZiVBX3vdLJ0zxoyC5W5Dm3sBLNJFu8rzAdMipe5y9r6YGceOTzUuWoqrRcxZ9JQRIlED3J_CVu7qsUZYQ8U90bzfhTk0tCGnlow/s300/beautiful-speyside-300x183.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="300" height="183" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixr9SN8bCv1Wnt_ZY37oVwWHpS4v4OwKiaMdc5hiLAKFa6VDdM1b0n0HZPalA-jdrbqc01XTy_QDCYWrN2n5rJRqKQZiVBX3vdLJ0zxoyC5W5Dm3sBLNJFu8rzAdMipe5y9r6YGceOTzUuWoqrRcxZ9JQRIlED3J_CVu7qsUZYQ8U90bzfhTk0tCGnlow/s1600/beautiful-speyside-300x183.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>The <b>aughisky</b> or Irish water horse is similar in many respects
to the Scottish version. It sometimes comes out of the water to gallop
on land and, despite the danger, if the aughisky can be caught and tamed
then it will make the finest of steeds provided it is not allowed to
glimpse the ocean.
</p>The <b>cabyll-ushtey</b> (or <b>cabbyl-ushtey</b>), the Manx water horse, sometimes confused or conflated with the glashtyn,
is just as ravenous as the each-uisge though there are not as many
tales told about it. One of them recounts how a cabbyl-ushtey emerged
from the Awin Dhoo (Black River) and devoured a farmer's cow, then later
it took his teenage daughter.<p> A blacksmith from Raasay
lost his daughter to the each-uisge. In revenge the blacksmith and his
son made a set of large hooks, in a forge they set up by the loch side.
They then roasted a sheep and heated the hooks until they were red hot.
At last a great mist appeared from the water and the each-uisge rose
from the depths and seized the sheep. The blacksmith and his son rammed
the red-hot hooks into its flesh and after a short struggle dispatched
it. In the morning there was nothing left of the creature apart from a
jelly-like substance</p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Each Uisge Skeleton </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi66W67bX-OP9fGCoTAXEQ7MuhGwe9RQCl41QqKcqMcmCN9Wv_LqcCxER3Q0zAozS0vfqtJeXI-ACu8-xE2KHZe2s0z-5KqWRnZ9_Qmiyh2BxsOO9IxEkinvSIBlM12YfRJ5Ch172IBuVS_kgW0VSJjNTH5PZE2prOR7drkaoajrKwahQRyWSHbTZ0Kl7M/s640/Each_Uisge_Earballach_-_geograph.org.uk_-_218481.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi66W67bX-OP9fGCoTAXEQ7MuhGwe9RQCl41QqKcqMcmCN9Wv_LqcCxER3Q0zAozS0vfqtJeXI-ACu8-xE2KHZe2s0z-5KqWRnZ9_Qmiyh2BxsOO9IxEkinvSIBlM12YfRJ5Ch172IBuVS_kgW0VSJjNTH5PZE2prOR7drkaoajrKwahQRyWSHbTZ0Kl7M/w400-h300/Each_Uisge_Earballach_-_geograph.org.uk_-_218481.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p>If you happen to be traveling through the Highlands be weary of any overly friendly horse especially near water. You Never know when your luck may run out..<br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p>theparanormal411http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501303714778731424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550899605057737438.post-56127454671927946622024-03-10T00:12:00.000-08:002024-03-10T00:12:50.330-08:00Parting.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX09VKKMrJ1sNC8wJUJcO8IKPx4CAQKoNO4js4Dr_S2ryQE7GGMQS5oGS3VxJXCMWZNDK02Sw76aQ6W7oZLX3g5FoVQUDMAlH_ujBX4zdRCne0XA_wC9BYfFM1UGUFHSZFHEiM4ZbFi2a0sMGy1ahWWNAyKJJZpvttdrO7Vzdtem-_WRY7UXidUsw9j1w/s226/images%20(7).jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="223" data-original-width="226" height="395" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX09VKKMrJ1sNC8wJUJcO8IKPx4CAQKoNO4js4Dr_S2ryQE7GGMQS5oGS3VxJXCMWZNDK02Sw76aQ6W7oZLX3g5FoVQUDMAlH_ujBX4zdRCne0XA_wC9BYfFM1UGUFHSZFHEiM4ZbFi2a0sMGy1ahWWNAyKJJZpvttdrO7Vzdtem-_WRY7UXidUsw9j1w/w400-h395/images%20(7).jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><span style="background-color: #0b5394;"> Parting </span></p><p><span style="background-color: #0b5394;">By Emily Dickinson </span></p><p><span style="background-color: #0b5394;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #0b5394;"><span face="lato, sans-serif" style="font-size: 16px;">My life closed twice before its close;</span><br style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: lato, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;" /><span face="lato, sans-serif" style="font-size: 16px;">It yet remains to see</span><br style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: lato, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;" /><span face="lato, sans-serif" style="font-size: 16px;">If Immortality unveil</span><br style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: lato, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;" /><span face="lato, sans-serif" style="font-size: 16px;">A third event to me,</span><br style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: lato, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;" /><span face="lato, sans-serif" style="font-size: 16px;">So huge, so hopeless to conceive,</span><br style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: lato, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;" /><span face="lato, sans-serif" style="font-size: 16px;">As these that twice befell.</span><br style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: lato, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;" /><span face="lato, sans-serif" style="font-size: 16px;">Parting is all we know of heaven,</span><br style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: lato, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;" /><span face="lato, sans-serif" style="font-size: 16px;">And all we need of hell.</span></span></p><p><span face="lato, sans-serif" style="background-color: #0b5394; font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p>theparanormal411http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501303714778731424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550899605057737438.post-86867836535629043402024-03-10T00:11:00.000-08:002024-03-10T00:13:10.063-08:00Haunted House 👻<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPV80Y5SunFhKKPx9rolUxSBTG6TrSyzv-JWsVGEdgcaT0X6jjWBvTJcj0fgPa8oBQs9bYp4gAGWsPWFm1WZJ8_QyJXdmblnrcO5LYmcvB60thUQbahW2WKZdcgt-eRB69STMyyxrSWVRYsTT_UQhWLe6hOgIGeAGcAymhU-26XV93W1Os5v2Dmo7OPAk/s300/download%20(6).jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="300" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPV80Y5SunFhKKPx9rolUxSBTG6TrSyzv-JWsVGEdgcaT0X6jjWBvTJcj0fgPa8oBQs9bYp4gAGWsPWFm1WZJ8_QyJXdmblnrcO5LYmcvB60thUQbahW2WKZdcgt-eRB69STMyyxrSWVRYsTT_UQhWLe6hOgIGeAGcAymhU-26XV93W1Os5v2Dmo7OPAk/w400-h224/download%20(6).jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><h1 class="entry-title pk-text-center" style="box-sizing: inherit; clear: both; font-family: lato, sans-serif; font-size: var(--wp--preset--font-size--xxx-large); letter-spacing: 0.01rem; line-height: 1.2; margin: 1.4rem 0px 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #93c47d;">Haunted Houses</span></h1><p style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: lato, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: var(--wp--preset--spacing--70); margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="poem-author" style="box-sizing: inherit; display: block; margin: var(--wp--preset--spacing--50)0 0;"><span style="background-color: #93c47d;">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #93c47d;"><br /></span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: lato, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: var(--wp--preset--spacing--70); margin-top: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #93c47d;">All houses wherein men have lived and died<br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /> Are haunted houses. Through the open doors<br style="box-sizing: inherit;" />The harmless phantoms on their errands glide,<br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /> With feet that make no sound upon the floors. </span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: lato, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: var(--wp--preset--spacing--70); margin-top: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #93c47d;">We meet them at the doorway, on the stair,<br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /> Along the passages they come and go,<br style="box-sizing: inherit;" />Impalpable impressions on the air,<br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /> A sense of something moving to and fro. </span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: lato, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: var(--wp--preset--spacing--70); margin-top: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #93c47d;">There are more guests at table, than the hosts<br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /> Invited; the illuminated hall<br style="box-sizing: inherit;" />Is thronged with quiet, inoffensive ghosts,<br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /> As silent as the pictures on the wall. </span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: lato, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: var(--wp--preset--spacing--70); margin-top: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #93c47d;">The stranger at my fireside cannot see<br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /> The forms I see, nor hear the sounds I hear;<br style="box-sizing: inherit;" />He but perceives what is; while unto me<br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /> All that has been is visible and clear. </span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: lato, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: var(--wp--preset--spacing--70); margin-top: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #93c47d;">We have no title-deeds to house or lands;<br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /> Owners and occupants of earlier dates<br style="box-sizing: inherit;" />From graves forgotten stretch their dusty hands,<br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /> And hold in mortmain still their old estates. </span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: lato, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: var(--wp--preset--spacing--70); margin-top: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #93c47d;">The spirit-world around this world of sense<br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /> Floats like an atmosphere, and everywhere<br style="box-sizing: inherit;" />Wafts through these earthly mists and vapors dense<br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /> A vital breath of more ethereal air. </span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: lato, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: var(--wp--preset--spacing--70); margin-top: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #93c47d;">Our little lives are kept in equipoise<br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /> By opposite attractions and desires;<br style="box-sizing: inherit;" />The struggle of the instinct that enjoys,<br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /> And the more noble instinct that aspires. </span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: lato, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: var(--wp--preset--spacing--70); margin-top: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #93c47d;">These perturbations, this perpetual jar<br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /> Of earthly wants and aspirations high,<br style="box-sizing: inherit;" />Come from the influence of an unseen star,<br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /> An undiscovered planet in our sky. </span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: lato, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: var(--wp--preset--spacing--70); margin-top: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #93c47d;">And as the moon from some dark gate of cloud<br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /> Throws o’er the sea a floating bridge of light,<br style="box-sizing: inherit;" />Across whose trembling planks our fancies crowd<br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /> Into the realm of mystery and night,– </span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: lato, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: var(--wp--preset--spacing--70); margin-top: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #93c47d;">So from the world of spirits there descends<br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /> A bridge of light, connecting it with this,<br style="box-sizing: inherit;" />O’er whose unsteady floor, that sways and bends,<br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /> Wander our thoughts above the dark abyss</span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: lato, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: var(--wp--preset--spacing--70); margin-top: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #93c47d;"><br /></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; font-family: lato, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: var(--wp--preset--spacing--70); margin-top: 0px;"><br /></p>theparanormal411http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501303714778731424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550899605057737438.post-89321698744705711662024-03-07T19:40:00.000-08:002024-03-07T19:40:02.115-08:00Irish Folklore: The Merrow 🧜♀️🌊<p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_QGyItiOc0VQC-HmRcuGD-VzvFUWveKhhiQvcTOIfgxFCWmk5tJFfNlfyffe6epIrobeSmc-_GpT_84r0edyc1G6ZWUpr-Tz9uuR_xGDddUZRDDVkk4b9GQRKaKAWaf6EPxsxHRYb2z2KEYorNkB_CQgccBLRRAHvEdFhFNhKNOSgMPsfademKX8kgp0/s272/images,.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="185" data-original-width="272" height="272" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_QGyItiOc0VQC-HmRcuGD-VzvFUWveKhhiQvcTOIfgxFCWmk5tJFfNlfyffe6epIrobeSmc-_GpT_84r0edyc1G6ZWUpr-Tz9uuR_xGDddUZRDDVkk4b9GQRKaKAWaf6EPxsxHRYb2z2KEYorNkB_CQgccBLRRAHvEdFhFNhKNOSgMPsfademKX8kgp0/w400-h272/images,.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p> <span> <span style="font-size: x-large;">🧜♀️</span> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">The Merrow🍀</span><br /></p><p>Mermaids are a global phenomena, every culture (Or at least the ones nearest the sea) have legends dating back century's from sailors encounters the beach side sighting.s.</p><p> </p><p>Today we talk about the Irish Mermaid: The Merrow.</p><p> </p><p> Just like the alluring Sirens of Greek Mythology, The beautiful songs of the Merrow (The females ) was used to entice humans to come closer.</p><p>As far as mermaid tales go these mermaids were mostly kind to humans, however they would sometimes , attack sailors or anyone else who startled or threatens them.</p><p>The
Irish were weary of them because of their sometimes violent nature, they could be violent or
friendly on a whim…and if angered they could be Very dangerous. Tales of violence (such
as pulling the arms and legs off of their victims) were not uncommon…</p><p>Like most mermaid stories, human men especially sailors would see the beautiful female Merrow on the shores or in the sea,
and they would fall in love with them, despite the risks…some would
try to steal their <em>cohuleen driuth (</em>magic<em> </em>caps, similar to a <span class="ILfuVd" lang="en"><span class="hgKElc"><span><span>Selkies </span></span></span></span>pelt), so
that they could not go back underwater.</p><p> Many marriages (some less than
ideal, given the method of “wooing”) were arranged between Merrow
and human men…</p><p>The Merrow who lived with men on the land (by choice or force), would often tire of their new lifestyle.</p><p>Over time,
they would become tired of life on land and long to return to the sea they once called home, the lucky
ones, who still had their magic caps, would eventually find a way home…</p><p>Other
female Merrow would sometimes lure men with their enchanting voices and good looks, and then take them under the waves to
live amongst them. They would dwell together in a
bewitched state, sometimes for years or even decades …</p><p><br /></p><p>The male Merrow would often abducted sailors and keep them enslaved beneath the sea! </p><p>The
females had light green hair,
or long, golden hair…they always wore enchanted caps which allowed
them to swim far beneath the sea’s surface and to live safely
underwater.</p><p></p><p>Next time your on the Irish shore keep a look out that beautiful bonny lass may be more then she appears <br /></p><p><br /></p>theparanormal411http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501303714778731424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550899605057737438.post-18777482879885356632024-03-01T00:00:00.000-08:002024-03-02T22:45:21.378-08:00Irish Folklore: The Far Darrig<p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnGevPbFjUNmSlHSvHz7DBb_yZiAw7yINxEExRwddoatEGwKYrFDxah_XbcHppGeKYNX5odsMC7ilyeZINCTbun3WA1N4M2htCHE6C2kemfSoRQ05zr2iMBUvgM0ea_91mG9g6hhkWivhiSI3CGsMBpItrEF2FfKRpBN_fNdkEJ97RbIk8WjocRlvYis0/s800/Far_Darrig.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="580" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnGevPbFjUNmSlHSvHz7DBb_yZiAw7yINxEExRwddoatEGwKYrFDxah_XbcHppGeKYNX5odsMC7ilyeZINCTbun3WA1N4M2htCHE6C2kemfSoRQ05zr2iMBUvgM0ea_91mG9g6hhkWivhiSI3CGsMBpItrEF2FfKRpBN_fNdkEJ97RbIk8WjocRlvYis0/w290-h400/Far_Darrig.webp" width="290" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"> The Far Daring or Fear Dearg.</span> <br /></p><p>A far darrig or fear dearg is a faerie. The name far darrig means Red Man, because he wears a red coat and cap. <br /><br /> <br /><br />They are also sometimes known as Rat Boys because of their slightly fat bodies, dark, long snouts and skinny tails.<br /><br />The far darrig is usually a solitary fairy along with the leprechaun and the clurichaun, all of whom are, mischievous and enjoy pranking humans . <br /><br /> <br /><br />The far darrig is most often described as a mischievous prankster as he enjoys playing practical joking in people, thought he has a dark sense of humor an enjoys cruel joking".<br /><br /> <br /><br /> One of his favorite "jokes" is switching human babies with changelings.<br /><br /> <br /><br />They're also believed to have some connection to nightmares and invading peoples dreams.</p><p></p><p></p><p>Because of his red coat and cap, along with his darker sense of humor, it's possible that the Far Darrig has relation to the English <span class="new" data-uncrawlable-url="L3dpa2kvUmVkY2FwP2FjdGlvbj1lZGl0JnJlZGxpbms9MQ==" title="Redcap (page does not exist)">Redcap</span>........Though the Redcaps are Far more sinister..</p><p> </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOw5UcUSFHR2EMEUyoFGNZEnI1VYSYA9MzPlVc3h14VoZXORTHPlDCqV_XDzO2wMZ_zulZtYawc0-omON-c5Rh-ZmoL9FTU35sUQ6n6mFlX4Irlkd0Bsd1iqgm2lHzEwo6wuj_7A7COM5kGy7DH2Xsuf7f2YiItj1n15nvXad064tTFyk12nlfHIuhc4k/s600/robinredcap.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="420" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOw5UcUSFHR2EMEUyoFGNZEnI1VYSYA9MzPlVc3h14VoZXORTHPlDCqV_XDzO2wMZ_zulZtYawc0-omON-c5Rh-ZmoL9FTU35sUQ6n6mFlX4Irlkd0Bsd1iqgm2lHzEwo6wuj_7A7COM5kGy7DH2Xsuf7f2YiItj1n15nvXad064tTFyk12nlfHIuhc4k/s320/robinredcap.jpg" width="224" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p> <span style="background-color: red; font-size: large;"> ..Redcap.. </span><br /></p><p> </p><p></p><p><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Napoleon Believed in a Little Red Man of Destiny</span><br /><br /> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbiiyrrW3Z37V3shWRRzLUPivP_xjQMt8Wr63bSy8Y22rsdKyRqlgLx3FuqvwxZ6c-ksgj3UyicTBbl0ErirYBN0-hfBpINwdHexKQGU-_Q6rL58Hjdtffqo5DALkNYufmnuTqSRp9p6hTkkYpivvTeKebQV5SaYWm0D6zErRon7FCeqjeH8H4lf8WmGw/s704/xxeoawv2zdg71.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="406" data-original-width="704" height="185" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbiiyrrW3Z37V3shWRRzLUPivP_xjQMt8Wr63bSy8Y22rsdKyRqlgLx3FuqvwxZ6c-ksgj3UyicTBbl0ErirYBN0-hfBpINwdHexKQGU-_Q6rL58Hjdtffqo5DALkNYufmnuTqSRp9p6hTkkYpivvTeKebQV5SaYWm0D6zErRon7FCeqjeH8H4lf8WmGw/s320/xxeoawv2zdg71.webp" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />Napoleon seemed to have interactions or at least a belief in A Little Red Man(Most lily a different spirite, not a Far Darring.<br /><br />Napoleon interpreted his dreams and he liked to tell ghost stories. He firmly believed in a Little Red Man of Destiny who foretold his future, and let this belief influence his decisions. A thoughtful historical look at Napoleon should include his superstitions and folklore beliefs, and an assessment of how much they influenced his actions.<br /><br />The Little Red Man of Destiny was a legendary ghost who had appeared at the Tuileries Palace.<br /><br />(Red Man post coming soon.)<br /><br /><p></p>theparanormal411http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501303714778731424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550899605057737438.post-60792435125753076372024-02-19T12:52:00.000-08:002024-02-19T12:56:17.178-08:00Cupid:God of passion and lust.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS5fMZxWfgcdtpMPsOKIMEKxi1TY7cLYs5AQ9W1AhN-4SnKrTasBIg1lsGnrZKBOLLReCk2D5ifL-Wy5cy8BVrK-00j0F9HfmF4MF-UL8DCexkvd1992ObyRyPvYJkNQ4zXLFz6zyQBpGEx5dGIA77K9ZcaRy7fXMPLByILjVPsG3muP5Qqy3ggyQ6C1A/s1456/cupid1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="816" data-original-width="1456" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS5fMZxWfgcdtpMPsOKIMEKxi1TY7cLYs5AQ9W1AhN-4SnKrTasBIg1lsGnrZKBOLLReCk2D5ifL-Wy5cy8BVrK-00j0F9HfmF4MF-UL8DCexkvd1992ObyRyPvYJkNQ4zXLFz6zyQBpGEx5dGIA77K9ZcaRy7fXMPLByILjVPsG3muP5Qqy3ggyQ6C1A/w400-h224/cupid1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>Cupid, The cherub of love and passion.<br /><br />Cupid is the Roman equivalent to Eros the Greek of Lust.<br /><br />Cupid (lust or desire) and Amor (affectionate love) are to different names for the same Roman love-god, ( in some versions cupid is a set of twins) erith was he is the son of Venus, fathered by Mercury, Vulcan or Mars (depending on which version of the story you read.) is young Childlike or figure with wings who accompany Venus, whether singly, in pairs or more, have been variously identified as Amores, Cupids, Erotes or other forms of Eros. <br /><br /></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKwV-LaKQ_s4VOX1Txn4mJOVTNDsyeKBj9Og0SnJpn7kIAwmuX7bIifFV_AwUFTxx95q0GMWiHE191aNmDRBF5AdqyrmjmJHPF4TMA56PuIdk95ewMtycRBmIO_HkjoIWpiMEiBXztMcHEzING1Ng7QQ0_OpbVbpRwJE7ioI0_FnZK8WJwTahvTahJ6G8/s800/Mars-Venus-and-Cupid-Palma-il-Vecchio-Oil-Painting.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="541" data-original-width="800" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKwV-LaKQ_s4VOX1Txn4mJOVTNDsyeKBj9Og0SnJpn7kIAwmuX7bIifFV_AwUFTxx95q0GMWiHE191aNmDRBF5AdqyrmjmJHPF4TMA56PuIdk95ewMtycRBmIO_HkjoIWpiMEiBXztMcHEzING1Ng7QQ0_OpbVbpRwJE7ioI0_FnZK8WJwTahvTahJ6G8/s320/Mars-Venus-and-Cupid-Palma-il-Vecchio-Oil-Painting.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />The oldest version of cupid is Eros, whom Hesiod categories as a primordial deity, emerging from Chaos as a generative power with neither mother nor father. Eros was the patron deity of Thespiae, where he was embodied as an aniconic stone as late as the 2nd century AD. From at least the 5th century BC he also had the form of an adolescent or pre-adolescent male, at Elis (on the Peloponnese) and elsewhere in Greece, acquiring wings, bow and arrows, and divine parents in the love-goddess Aphrodite and the war-god Ares. He had temples of his own, and shared others with Aphrodite.<br /><br /><br />Fragmentary base for an altar of Venus and Mars, showing cupids or erotes playing with the war-god's weapons and chariot. From the reign of Trajan (98–117 AD)<br /><p></p><br /><figure class="mw-default-size mw-halign-right"><img class="mw-file-element" data-file-height="2500" data-file-width="2800" height="356" src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/37/Altar_Mars_Venus_Massimo_n4.jpg/220px-Altar_Mars_Venus_Massimo_n4.jpg" width="400" /> </figure><figure class="mw-default-size mw-halign-right"> </figure><figure class="mw-default-size mw-halign-right"> </figure><figure class="mw-default-size mw-halign-right"> In Elis, and Athens, Eros shared a cult with a twin, named Anteros. Xenophon's Socratic Symposion 8. 1, features a dinner-guest with eros (love) for his wife; in return, she has anteros (reciprocal love) for him. Some sources suggest Anteros as the avenger of "slighted love". <br /><br />In Servius' 4th century commentary on Virgil's Aeneas, Cupid is a deceptive agent of Venus, impersonating Aeneas' son and making Dido, queen of Carthage, forget her husband. When Aeneas rejects her love, and covertly leaves Carthage to fulfill his destiny as ancestor of the Roman people, Dido is said to invoke Anteros as "contrary to Cupid". She falls into hatred and despair, curses Rome, and when Aeneas leaves, commits suicide.<br /><br />Ovid's Fasti, Book 4, invokes Venus not by name but as "Mother of the Twin Loves", the gemini amores. "Amor" is the Latin name preferred by Roman poets and literati for the personification of "kindly" love. Where Cupid (lust) can be imperious, cruel, prone to mischief or even war-like, Amor softly persuades. Cato the Elder, having a Stoic's outlook, sees Cupid as a deity of greed and blind passion, morally inferior to Amor. The Roman playwright Plautus, however, has Venus, Cupid and Amor working together.<br /><br />In Roman cult inscriptions and theology, "Amor" is rare, and "Cupido" relatively common. No Roman temples seem dedicated to Cupid alone but the joint dedication formula Venus Cupidoque ("Venus and Cupid") is evidence of his cult, shared with Venus at her Temple just outside the Colline Gate and elsewhere. He would also have featured in many private household cults. In private and public areas alike, statues of Venus and Mars attended by Cupid, or Venus, Cupid and minor erotes were sometimes donated by wealthy sponsors, to serve both religious and artistic purposes.<br /><br /> Cupid's roles in literary myth are usually limited to actions on behalf of Venus; in Cupid and Psyche, one of the stories within the Metamorphoses (The Golden Ass) by the Roman author Apuleius, the plot and its resolution are driven by Cupid's love for Psyche ("soul"), his filial disobedience, and his mother's envy.</figure><figure class="mw-default-size mw-halign-right"> </figure><figure class="mw-default-size mw-halign-right"> </figure><figure class="mw-default-size mw-halign-right"> </figure>theparanormal411http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501303714778731424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550899605057737438.post-79692524785522794622024-02-13T19:31:00.000-08:002024-02-13T19:31:55.701-08:00Venus The Goddess of Love.<p><span style="background-color: #ff00fe;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #ff00fe;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #ff00fe;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">🌹🖤</span> <span style="font-size: x-large;">Happy Valentine's Day🖤🌹</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #ff00fe; font-size: medium;">(More posts pre-scheduled for the next month or so)</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn9flVp6fOH6rjtX0If8x1Bv57FxjDHtsKnRXP89S00yGOfTwVhqArTTNsx3HXPEi1p4bkOCvHi8eOEWVleXcpr1xfUPPU746Oa2sJLnQLn5JLh4DIRR27wqoSnKo4td8UkHRsZdU6o6nCkpvycyjcrOEYY_O1to8vYJ6XlxYQhxK6mSqFjmAa-vd1jdw/s1200/VenusAndPearls.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="630" data-original-width="1200" height="336" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn9flVp6fOH6rjtX0If8x1Bv57FxjDHtsKnRXP89S00yGOfTwVhqArTTNsx3HXPEi1p4bkOCvHi8eOEWVleXcpr1xfUPPU746Oa2sJLnQLn5JLh4DIRR27wqoSnKo4td8UkHRsZdU6o6nCkpvycyjcrOEYY_O1to8vYJ6XlxYQhxK6mSqFjmAa-vd1jdw/w640-h336/VenusAndPearls.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="background-color: #ff00fe;">Venus is the Roman goddess of love.<br /><br /><br />Aphrodite is the Greek goddess of love and beauty, and Venus is the Roman goddess of love and beauty. Venus is the Roman counterpart to the Greek Aphrodite, as the Romans borrowed heavily from Greek mythology. However, Venus has attributes that Aphrodite does not, including also being a goddess of victory and battle.<br /><br /><br /><br />In the later classical art , literature and poetry Venus became one of the most widely referenced deities of Greco-Roman mythology as the embodiment of love and sexuality. She is usually depicted nude in paintings.<br /><br /><br />As the goddess of Love and sexuality Venus had several lovers and suitors, including the gods Mercury, Bacchus, and Ares. She had children with each of these suitors. Venus was also married to the god Vulcan, albeit unhappily and without children.<br /><br /><br />Venus represents love, beauty, desire, sex, fertility, prosperity, and victory. In Roman mythology, she was the ancestor of the Roman people through her son, Aeneas, who survived the fall of Troy and fled to Italy. Julius Caesar claimed her as his ancestor. Venus was central to many religious festivals, and was revered in Roman religion under numerous cult titles<br /><br />The importance of the worship of Venus was increased by the political ambitions of the gens Iulia, the clan of Julius Caesar and, by adoption, of Augustus. <br /><br />They claimed to be direct descendants of Iulus, the son of Aeneas; Aeneas was the alleged founder of the temple of Eryx and, in some legends, of the city of Rome. <br /><br />From the time of Homer onward, he was made the son of Aphrodite, so that gave his son Iulii and his decendents a divine origin. Others later sought to connect themselves with a deity grown so popular and important, one of the more notably individuals was Gnaeus Pompeius, the triumvir. He dedicated a temple to Venus as Victrix (“Bringer of Victory”) in 55 bce. Julius Caesar’s own temple (46 bce), however, was dedicated to Venus Genetrix, and as Genetrix (“Begetting Mother”) she was best known until the death of Nero in 68 ce. Despite the extinction of the Julio-Claudian line, she remained popular, even with the emperors; Hadrian completed a temple of Venus at Rome in 135 ce.<br /><br /><br /><br />Being a counterpart, Venus had no original myths of her own. The Romans inspiration from Aphrodite as well as several other goddesses. Along with her association with the planet Venus. The planet was at first the star of the Babylonian goddess Ishtar and later of Aphrodite. Because of her association with love and with feminine beauty, the goddess Venus has been a favorite subject in art since ancient times; notable representations include the statue known as the Venus de Milo (c. 150 bce) and Sandro Botticelli’s painting The Birth of Venus (c. 1485).<br /><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4hSwHSRTquaYF4_e58Xa1Ns6XRfFMX8VgSXRFwjJeK1l6qE0-TxVGtvSKGrs7Rh5NZnAneSR0NYL4KcKYLQ6YGyyuyegdtghU1XrMv9Z4PQEeuPHsl7DdT0NEGGomDmpQ45m9jBtxaRa84CX4aIry9dwzwXJF2vifoOh6y7YWHJZ60PQ8t8VkT7Y2Cbs/s360/lovatelli_250.jpg" style="background-color: #ff00fe; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="250" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4hSwHSRTquaYF4_e58Xa1Ns6XRfFMX8VgSXRFwjJeK1l6qE0-TxVGtvSKGrs7Rh5NZnAneSR0NYL4KcKYLQ6YGyyuyegdtghU1XrMv9Z4PQEeuPHsl7DdT0NEGGomDmpQ45m9jBtxaRa84CX4aIry9dwzwXJF2vifoOh6y7YWHJZ60PQ8t8VkT7Y2Cbs/w278-h400/lovatelli_250.jpg" width="278" /></a></div><p><span style="background-color: #ff00fe;"> Venus de Milo </span></p><p></p><p><span style="background-color: #ff00fe;"><br /><br />Some of the celebrations in her honor.<br /><br />Veneralia<br /><br />Vinalia Rustica<br /><br />Vinalia Urbana<br /><br /><br />Roman theology presents Venus as the yielding, watery female principle, essential to the generation and balance of life. Her male counterparts in the Roman pantheon, Vulcan and Mars, are active and fiery. </span></p><p><span style="background-color: #ff00fe;">Venus absorbs and tempers the male essence, uniting the opposites of male and female in mutual affection. She is essentially assimilation and benign, and embraces several otherwise quite disparate functions. She can give military victory, sexual success, good fortune and prosperity. In one context, she is a goddess of prostitutes; in another, she turns the hearts of men and women from sexual vice to virtue. Varro's theology identifies Venus with water as an aspect of the female principle. To generate life, the watery matrix of the womb requires the virile warmth of fire. To sustain life, water and fire must be balanced; excess of either one, or their mutual antagonism, is unproductive or destructive<br /><br /><br /><br />In some Latin mythology, Cupid was the son of Venus and Mars, the god of war. At other times, or in parallel myths and theologies, Venus was the consort of Vulcan or as mother of the "second cupid", fathered by Mercury.<br /><br /><br />...<br /><br /><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs13wFVFOo_-rY3-cVaQ0EKJuihcEMFIoM22W4Mce6wAfaClzIXvvVCel_05hpbJLet9gXtOY26BvVm2KOn6wmawDVI8JO2lG0kRQQ3_lMW9LCoAoCiPLHLDVJPJiWNx3AWaNL-qhlEBwEiBELni_3ygBHETJrjcboEbLJscnvHoz4VrRyL0MauD8uTTw/s1456/cupid1.jpg" style="background-color: #ff00fe; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="816" data-original-width="1456" height="179" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs13wFVFOo_-rY3-cVaQ0EKJuihcEMFIoM22W4Mce6wAfaClzIXvvVCel_05hpbJLet9gXtOY26BvVm2KOn6wmawDVI8JO2lG0kRQQ3_lMW9LCoAoCiPLHLDVJPJiWNx3AWaNL-qhlEBwEiBELni_3ygBHETJrjcboEbLJscnvHoz4VrRyL0MauD8uTTw/s320/cupid1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><br />theparanormal411http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501303714778731424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550899605057737438.post-57508095822181286272024-02-05T17:12:00.000-08:002024-02-05T17:12:30.061-08:00Romance by Edgar Allan Poe.<p> </p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"> Happy Early Valentines Day </span><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> <span style="font-size: medium;">More Paranormal posts coming soon :)</span><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqBPYghbvawNp6OlgMVAjGdBnNhe62_3hvWY7TSPmsKXlL71dsI27pEEJqDjmVaDSKx2UH6VeB9OydOKtteqLoq55ztvtD467LyqHjvX0pnHFsqiVsWFHuBiSTg9an_ifdlbKsA2gFwHJJWCOC7Ma8ZK31ciAdtV22191G8XlJK42FVnnmyQ5VDg9nA0g/s272/images%20(6).jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="272" data-original-width="186" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqBPYghbvawNp6OlgMVAjGdBnNhe62_3hvWY7TSPmsKXlL71dsI27pEEJqDjmVaDSKx2UH6VeB9OydOKtteqLoq55ztvtD467LyqHjvX0pnHFsqiVsWFHuBiSTg9an_ifdlbKsA2gFwHJJWCOC7Ma8ZK31ciAdtV22191G8XlJK42FVnnmyQ5VDg9nA0g/w274-h400/images%20(6).jpeg" width="274" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: red;"> 🖤Romance 🖤</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: red; font-size: x-large;">By Edgar Allan Poe.</span></p><div class="c-feature-hd" style="border: 0px; font-family: adobe-garamond-pro, Garamond, Baskerville, "Baskerville Old Face", "Hoefler Text", "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 9px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: red;"><br /></span></div><div class="c-feature-bd" style="border: 0px; font-family: adobe-garamond-pro, Garamond, Baskerville, "Baskerville Old Face", "Hoefler Text", "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 1.1875rem; line-height: 1.3; margin: 0px 0px 20px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><div class="o-poem isActive" data-view="PoemView" style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 1.125rem; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; position: relative; vertical-align: baseline;"><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: red;">Romance, who loves to nod and sing,<br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: red;">With drowsy head and folded wing,<br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: red;">Among the green leaves as they shake<br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: red;">Far down within some shadowy lake,<br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: red;">To me a painted paroquet<br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: red;">Hath been—a most familiar bird—<br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: red;">Taught me my alphabet to say—<br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: red;">To lisp my very earliest word<br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: red;">While in the wild wood I did lie,<br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: red;">A child—with a most knowing eye.<br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: red;">Of late, eternal Condor years<br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: red;">So shake the very Heaven on high<br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: red;">With tumult as they thunder by,<br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: red;">I have no time for idle cares<br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: red;">Through gazing on the unquiet sky.<br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: red;">And when an hour with calmer wings<br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: red;">Its down upon my spirit flings—<br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: red;">That little time with lyre and rhyme<br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: red;">To while away—forbidden things!<br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: red;">My heart would feel to be a crime<br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: red;">Unless it trembled with the strings</span></div></div></div><p><br /></p>theparanormal411http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501303714778731424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550899605057737438.post-79194845584118702092024-01-05T03:11:00.000-08:002024-01-05T16:18:46.424-08:00Bayside Mall Creature 👽<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFT_TltZs5mXDfmoSLUxfBqxTZ96aEaCDmHoWBSGr4jOHse0SxDPxC2Lmq-xuQu0xwWNkEI2xpRfs2UpdRvmUqnWn92NXiZiOheofOeFoV06iWrk-_lnJwIENZ1IRJbYshRyhcalHaYWIP1x8wOrBauWUG8QyHOqyNEfLxbARpSTBjlT4Da5-J4p9wM6w/s662/Screenshot_20240105-041112~2.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="457" data-original-width="662" height="276" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFT_TltZs5mXDfmoSLUxfBqxTZ96aEaCDmHoWBSGr4jOHse0SxDPxC2Lmq-xuQu0xwWNkEI2xpRfs2UpdRvmUqnWn92NXiZiOheofOeFoV06iWrk-_lnJwIENZ1IRJbYshRyhcalHaYWIP1x8wOrBauWUG8QyHOqyNEfLxbARpSTBjlT4Da5-J4p9wM6w/w400-h276/Screenshot_20240105-041112~2.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p>Possible creature in the upper center of the pic by the cop car</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p>Looks like 2024 is off to strange start.</p><p><br /></p><p>On January 1 2024, something odd occurred in the Bayside Mall in Miami Florida.</p><p><br /></p><p>As of January 4th the "official" statement is that police were simply responding to a fight between (Many Teens with Some kind of sticks ) and possible fireworks discharge into a crowd.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYJeIsls90enIZphfgZHEL7wdY8jb8yl5gb92DdiuajI9GJ7InE7EgXY51DSbZau3YkpH7eYphz3wqttv8L6VQzRp_U7_XqFetqP89tdu0IiCOaIcmscCVMJnslef0g1g0s5vV8NW2bVtxR7IzCdHgIh3CjivSAhhFOWGS1mfcrlgi47z8chanxRZXNu4/s681/Screenshot_20240105-040941~2.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="291" data-original-width="681" height="137" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYJeIsls90enIZphfgZHEL7wdY8jb8yl5gb92DdiuajI9GJ7InE7EgXY51DSbZau3YkpH7eYphz3wqttv8L6VQzRp_U7_XqFetqP89tdu0IiCOaIcmscCVMJnslef0g1g0s5vV8NW2bVtxR7IzCdHgIh3CjivSAhhFOWGS1mfcrlgi47z8chanxRZXNu4/s320/Screenshot_20240105-040941~2.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>However if this was truly the case then why such a huge response, there were several dozen police cars on the scene, black helicopters overhead flights in and out of the airport were temporarily cancelled the police scanners were silenced and power to several city blocks was turned off by the city. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLNF8tIG9aB6Exq0uYyNKS7JQwSWrSLLHKhM5FkTX5hcFqRkaz_vtG17z_a8rtcKyWQZ4wxlRCb7kB-BK0QG7I1gll7L36U9E17oUwcCuno1b7lcPZT9VOWXZjtHdGe6n4ryd9elwLpWXNpcbQpfU1Fc_9yu_bXMy-gV3ObCo9yg6pe26ugYF3xMDNYLw/s520/Screenshot_20240105-042746~2.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="174" data-original-width="520" height="107" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLNF8tIG9aB6Exq0uYyNKS7JQwSWrSLLHKhM5FkTX5hcFqRkaz_vtG17z_a8rtcKyWQZ4wxlRCb7kB-BK0QG7I1gll7L36U9E17oUwcCuno1b7lcPZT9VOWXZjtHdGe6n4ryd9elwLpWXNpcbQpfU1Fc_9yu_bXMy-gV3ObCo9yg6pe26ugYF3xMDNYLw/s320/Screenshot_20240105-042746~2.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>One witness described a creature with long arms and almond shaped eyes walking through the mall that he at first mistook for some kind of street performer.</p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk8mc2k2oPdAm8tkHiirPeVm2aAhcNzF68t0ZmdxYGCKwlpWCL2aQnrcL1V-JZWGA3tGw4Q-3bvyJVhB0a_tiJhbAKlQvcoqdZfjVAbPv-zEn4R5hjq5VH9q81bWBRUmmB6DNw6cAKIYLgM06CBQ3ygQiP-_ClOZB1W4EdZYEhygZdpobYErU477kx0Eg/s1306/Product_image_full_329569_24cd935562ad79e5425c6f0193acc180.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1306" data-original-width="765" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk8mc2k2oPdAm8tkHiirPeVm2aAhcNzF68t0ZmdxYGCKwlpWCL2aQnrcL1V-JZWGA3tGw4Q-3bvyJVhB0a_tiJhbAKlQvcoqdZfjVAbPv-zEn4R5hjq5VH9q81bWBRUmmB6DNw6cAKIYLgM06CBQ3ygQiP-_ClOZB1W4EdZYEhygZdpobYErU477kx0Eg/s320/Product_image_full_329569_24cd935562ad79e5425c6f0193acc180.jpg" width="187" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="css-1qaijid r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0 r-poiln3" style="text-overflow: unset;"><span>Other witnesses were reporting 8-10 foot shadow beings were being shot at by people, with others fleeing. Supposedly people went into fight or flight mode.
The reason this story is interesting is the description of these 'aliens' seems consistent with what the Las Vegas family reported several months ago.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="css-1qaijid r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0 r-poiln3" style="text-overflow: unset;"><span> </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="css-1qaijid r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0 r-poiln3" style="text-overflow: unset;"><span> </span></span></div><p>There has been almost no coverage of this story, and no matter how big of a fight in the mall is why would the airspace be closed off and the power in the area cut off? </p><p><br /></p><p>So what do you think was there some kind of alien or mutant sighted in Florida? Or could this be a test run for project blue beam(government funded hologram /fake alien invasion program)?</p><p><br /></p><p>I will update this as new info becomes available.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>theparanormal411http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501303714778731424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550899605057737438.post-35182637679992741412023-12-31T22:01:00.000-08:002024-01-04T00:59:04.952-08:00Happy New Year🎉🎊🥂<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzy8xvRidXD6Kz4cDxDzBqDou2En6LxgmbiL0_9LZwFP3RuC4ZcDF2oGlYsb3vrva3DBLPrqpppnpN97E2LmqhErzS8ffKj_TAHYlyjfeWm0iqgeCIgUMNwb9lCyb1Ecrg7k6yQmeSeYkzFU5I4_hh_RlpebCRRb5UJbwUAfDM361FzVbVsRETjbs0gNw/s1000/617qVmzNcgL._AC_UF1000,1000_QL80_.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="667" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzy8xvRidXD6Kz4cDxDzBqDou2En6LxgmbiL0_9LZwFP3RuC4ZcDF2oGlYsb3vrva3DBLPrqpppnpN97E2LmqhErzS8ffKj_TAHYlyjfeWm0iqgeCIgUMNwb9lCyb1Ecrg7k6yQmeSeYkzFU5I4_hh_RlpebCRRb5UJbwUAfDM361FzVbVsRETjbs0gNw/w266-h400/617qVmzNcgL._AC_UF1000,1000_QL80_.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: xx-large;">Another year gone by ....</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: xx-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: xx-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: xx-large;"> Thank you all for stopping by and reading my posts, and for sharing on you social media.</span><span style="font-size: xxx-large;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: xx-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: xx-large;">Have a spooky, kooky and not to crazy 2024 </span><span style="font-size: xxx-large;">🥳</span></p><p><span style="font-size: xx-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: xx-large;">👻🦇🧛♀️🧟♂️🧟🧟♀️👺💀</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">🎊🎉🥂🎉🎊</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Happy New Year.🎆🎇</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">🦉</span><span style="font-size: xx-large;">M.</span></p>theparanormal411http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501303714778731424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550899605057737438.post-34894378183675747592023-12-28T14:00:00.000-08:002023-12-29T00:08:18.226-08:00Barbegazi: Frozen Beards<p><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrdHEMW-XttO79P3yC2_7eXXyuJa13i5YmCsDeNJzgVAYZ0ZPbsJXNrnlrPg26-l2nm1i04If3kUUu5bqgTT3ZJLyQKAa_8lT8eZ8Zv_55xnKMwtSBTzPkVid4hShk7DKr0uJAuTqdUGmo2ftjcWQpqn66On6Y4Rveeg-T0bPtc0MX6DMzoOrlRo1-_hM/s350/Barbegazi.gif" style="background-color: #cccccc; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="278" data-original-width="350" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrdHEMW-XttO79P3yC2_7eXXyuJa13i5YmCsDeNJzgVAYZ0ZPbsJXNrnlrPg26-l2nm1i04If3kUUu5bqgTT3ZJLyQKAa_8lT8eZ8Zv_55xnKMwtSBTzPkVid4hShk7DKr0uJAuTqdUGmo2ftjcWQpqn66On6Y4Rveeg-T0bPtc0MX6DMzoOrlRo1-_hM/s320/Barbegazi.gif" width="320" /></a></div><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><br /></span><p><span style="background-color: #cccccc;">❄️🏔️ <span style="font-size: x-large;">Barbegazi </span>🏔️❄️</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #01ffff;">The Skiing gnomes of the Alps</span><span style="background-color: #cccccc;">.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: rubik, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.75; margin: 0px 0px 1.125rem; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><b>T</b>he Barbegazi is type of gnome from Swiss and French folklore, they live deep in the mountainous areas between France and Switzerland; the Alps. </span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: rubik, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.75; margin: 0px 0px 1.125rem; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><br /></span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: rubik, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.75; margin: 0px 0px 1.125rem; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;">They make their homes in a large networks of caves and tunnels near the peaks of mountains through hidden entrances .</span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: rubik, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.75; margin: 0px 0px 1.125rem; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;">They spend most of the year in their underground home, and sleep all summer(like a summer hibernation). Only going out in the winter, because of these habits human interaction is rare.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: rubik, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.75; margin: 0px 0px 1.125rem; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;">The name comes from <i style="box-sizing: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">barbes glacées</i> roughly meaning 'frozen beards'. They get this name because they appear to have icicles growing from their chins instead of a beard, but this is just a result of the freezing temperatures they live in underneath the ice is just a normal beard.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: rubik, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.75; margin: 0px 0px 1.125rem; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;">Appearance wise they look similar to a mini yeti, they are covered in white fur like a snowsuit and have large feet, though unlike a yeti this guy's are no larger then an average gnome and nowhere near as violent as a yeti.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: rubik, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.75; margin: 0px 0px 1.125rem; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"> They have been known to help or at least warn skiers and travelers of danger and even aid people. <span style="font-size: 16px;">The most well known form of warnings they give to humans in possible dangerous areas or circumstances is the whistling noises they make that sounds similar to a marmots or an eerie hooting noise, that may be mistaken for gusts of wind, to warn hikers of avalanches. They may also attempt to dig out people trapped by snowfall or herd lost sheep back to their owners. Despite these beneficial activities their attitudes towards humans are still uncertain so if you encounter one do so with caution.</span></span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: rubik, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.75; margin: 0px 0px 1.125rem; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;">They have disproportionately large bigfoot like feet for their size , they use these oversized feet as snowshoes and ski's to travel across their frozen mountain homes.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: rubik, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.75; margin: 0px 0px 1.125rem; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><br /></span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: rubik, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.75; margin: 0px 0px 1.125rem; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;">They are never encountered in weather above zero degrees or below the tree line on the mountains they live in they prefer the cold frozen climate the more snow the better.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: rubik, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.75; margin: 0px 0px 1.125rem; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;">One of their favorite activities is riding on top of avalanche </span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: rubik, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.75; margin: 0px 0px 1.125rem; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;">They also have the ability to dig at a rapid pace, they can quickly bury themselves in snow to hide in a matter of seconds as well as dig themselves out of a snow drift no matter how deep .</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKZUsngF_b7bRoZMYI8rWbYTZXnRwTG9bNB_ND41BriRrJsGzT6OoZsF6sn4N_FBTRTLtlA11r-j9thVGXWeuDSCN-c3_ohqNKuudRssoPKHi-hG4PEGXSov91ti0LkAknP3RlH6AuWuGtAfCZzCkYmBPq9bRf-mPYEw2-T9mncUgCNSKhahvbsF-JB44/s1013/BARBEGAZI.jpg" style="background-color: #cccccc; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1013" data-original-width="789" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKZUsngF_b7bRoZMYI8rWbYTZXnRwTG9bNB_ND41BriRrJsGzT6OoZsF6sn4N_FBTRTLtlA11r-j9thVGXWeuDSCN-c3_ohqNKuudRssoPKHi-hG4PEGXSov91ti0LkAknP3RlH6AuWuGtAfCZzCkYmBPq9bRf-mPYEw2-T9mncUgCNSKhahvbsF-JB44/s320/BARBEGAZI.jpg" width="249" /></a></div><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><br /></span><p style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: rubik, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.75; margin: 0px 0px 1.125rem; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><br /></span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: rubik, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.75; margin: 0px 0px 1.125rem; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc; font-size: x-large;">Last post for the year, have a great New Year</span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: rubik, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.75; margin: 0px 0px 1.125rem; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc; font-size: x-large;">🎇🎆</span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: rubik, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.75; margin: 0px 0px 1.125rem; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><br /></span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: rubik, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.75; margin: 0px 0px 1.125rem; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><br /></span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: rubik, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.75; margin: 0px 0px 1.125rem; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><br /></span></p><p style="background-color: #d1caca; box-sizing: inherit; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: rubik, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.75; margin: 0px 0px 1.125rem; padding: 0px;"><br /></p>theparanormal411http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501303714778731424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550899605057737438.post-72992163661350493032023-12-21T21:01:00.000-08:002023-12-21T21:01:23.478-08:00The Yule Lads, Iceland's 13 Santa's.<p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJBgPYluAZGed0XHmm4-wrmzfX-a4Y8Hktqb0ClgOILpazY62TrUfkSPVS9gWmDqIfOhq3ZnQLQuOhJnBRHXWSr3frXs32ozx79V8GFaIGCIgXJzfuKzZKtNzmKZvKkt5XNKDHY7aTOIPRLhB65mHSRjRx0nTaAyKO7bZwrIQrrS_-7zd7bvYT0apxgZM/s1600/Yule+Lads.png" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: #9fc5e8; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="974" data-original-width="1600" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJBgPYluAZGed0XHmm4-wrmzfX-a4Y8Hktqb0ClgOILpazY62TrUfkSPVS9gWmDqIfOhq3ZnQLQuOhJnBRHXWSr3frXs32ozx79V8GFaIGCIgXJzfuKzZKtNzmKZvKkt5XNKDHY7aTOIPRLhB65mHSRjRx0nTaAyKO7bZwrIQrrS_-7zd7bvYT0apxgZM/w400-h244/Yule+Lads.png" width="400" /></a></div><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"><br /></span><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8; font-family: "Playfair Display", sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Iceland does not have a Santa Clause instead they have Christmas troll's .</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8; font-family: "Playfair Display", sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"><span style="font-family: "Playfair Display", sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">The 13 Yule Lads take turns to visit kids on the </span>13 nights leading up to Christmas<span style="font-family: "Playfair Display", sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">. </span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8; font-family: "Playfair Display", sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8; font-family: "Playfair Display", sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Instead of a Christmas stocking hung by the fire place children in Iceland keep one of their shoes on the windowsill where the Yule Lad will either leave candy or old potatoes depending on whether the kids have been good or bad.</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8; font-family: "Playfair Display", sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;">The Yule Lads were originally either some what violent or just normal pranksters depending on the region or who was telling the story. </span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;">Iceland outlawed frightening children's stories in the 1700s after that the Yule Lads took on a more Santa like roll and are now a type of Christmas Troll's.</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"> They all have special name, that describes their favorite kind of mischievous behavior. </span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;">Their names are:</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;">Stekkjastaur- Sheep-Cote Clod</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;">Giljagaur - Gully Gawk</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;">Stúfur - Stubby</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;">Þvörusleikir - Spoon Licker</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;">Pottaskefill - Pot Scraper</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;">Askasleikir - Bowl Licker</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;">Hurðaskellir - Door Slammer (he loves waking people up by slamming doors)</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;">Skyrgámur - Skyr Gobbler</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;">Bjúgnakrækir - Sausage Swiper</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;">Gluggagægir - Window Peeper</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;">Gáttaþefur - Doorway Sniffer</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;">Ketkrókur - Meat Hook</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;">Kertasníkir - Candle Beggar</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;">They are the children of Grýla and Leppalúði</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWLpqFngO2atxLiW6AgBIfHSA-VUytv9vedtnCLOhFAJ5XUKH9_DjezLiikCIiEuShd_-OwPTR30l4xOzO0eHS1rDgoG-dNUMdB59AN22qBbhIhGTbqdX0Cz1s4VFWORV2rOjBwijJFdZn-nMtH0CEryOCaiRkvDCgZADvzLgTJU_C2rusS4D0TpE6kDY/s863/3058106744-f792254716a49e26f5d83fe00aa849cd26870f64ec5f287536d1c612b514c53c.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: #9fc5e8; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="863" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWLpqFngO2atxLiW6AgBIfHSA-VUytv9vedtnCLOhFAJ5XUKH9_DjezLiikCIiEuShd_-OwPTR30l4xOzO0eHS1rDgoG-dNUMdB59AN22qBbhIhGTbqdX0Cz1s4VFWORV2rOjBwijJFdZn-nMtH0CEryOCaiRkvDCgZADvzLgTJU_C2rusS4D0TpE6kDY/s320/3058106744-f792254716a49e26f5d83fe00aa849cd26870f64ec5f287536d1c612b514c53c.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"><br /></span><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;">Two trolls you don't want to meet, especially Grýla. You should also try to avoid their family pet the Yule Cat as it has been known to eat people.. Grýla is also well known for kidnapping and eating kids.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtArnEZ7cZM2SVTMdys6Ft4G-5GuTaQc73EwCsgpWQFnQ-dvP0viV-O5qND1zkjyVYH90p9kqiKwmgg_SK0_3Ag_w9bKwv5vqDzEMDagh0N0g8NLeh5kavK39HH6uR9eJ0Rs6AoQffzrTYD_H-bAMn3CV_oOBXeuIB85A2quvpMDAaFFx_NYEXhbgOkFY/s798/il_570xN.3701193090_s0uo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: #9fc5e8; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="798" data-original-width="570" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtArnEZ7cZM2SVTMdys6Ft4G-5GuTaQc73EwCsgpWQFnQ-dvP0viV-O5qND1zkjyVYH90p9kqiKwmgg_SK0_3Ag_w9bKwv5vqDzEMDagh0N0g8NLeh5kavK39HH6uR9eJ0Rs6AoQffzrTYD_H-bAMn3CV_oOBXeuIB85A2quvpMDAaFFx_NYEXhbgOkFY/s320/il_570xN.3701193090_s0uo.jpg" width="229" /></a></div><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"><br /></span><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;">The Yule Lads live I northern Iceland in Myvatn at Dimmuborgir in an natural volcanic cave. They spend most of the summer sleeping there and seldom ever leave until winter.</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;">The name of the cave translates to Dark Cities or Dark Fortress.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcM2Kkkza3rlLmNaBDesAFS5r0qFiafxf57_FJ8i2f6cjU6z0GUAmEiHepjRaS0CzF8wKOqfmvlTvFzLhPG18ZSJehF_1Zq_vvuIHQndHGSSZHzf3Z9ZGS4_7-VWceFpRgH-ZRnwvR_QmapwiJvQ9fHOZzRvHdnpZDWSwWNPwgUBDnDrj-yWtzHkfPAzQ/s500/24062013-IMG_0958_095718.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="333" data-original-width="500" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcM2Kkkza3rlLmNaBDesAFS5r0qFiafxf57_FJ8i2f6cjU6z0GUAmEiHepjRaS0CzF8wKOqfmvlTvFzLhPG18ZSJehF_1Zq_vvuIHQndHGSSZHzf3Z9ZGS4_7-VWceFpRgH-ZRnwvR_QmapwiJvQ9fHOZzRvHdnpZDWSwWNPwgUBDnDrj-yWtzHkfPAzQ/s320/24062013-IMG_0958_095718.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;">It seems at one point in the far past there were around 70 children of Grýla but these 13 are all that's left, or at least the ones most remembered.</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;">Hope you've been good this year, you Really don't want Grýla showing up 👹</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;">Have a great Christmas and New Year</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;">🎄⛄</span></p><p><strong style="background-color: #9fc5e8; box-sizing: inherit; color: #666666; font-family: BlinkMacSystemFont, -apple-system, Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 0.2px;"><br /></strong></p><p><strong style="background-color: #9fc5e8; box-sizing: inherit; color: #666666; font-family: BlinkMacSystemFont, -apple-system, Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 0.2px;"><br /></strong></p><p><strong style="background-color: #9fc5e8; box-sizing: inherit; color: #666666; font-family: BlinkMacSystemFont, -apple-system, Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 0.2px;"><br /></strong></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8; font-family: "Playfair Display", sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8; font-family: "Playfair Display", sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: "Playfair Display", sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"><br /></span></p>theparanormal411http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501303714778731424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550899605057737438.post-33370250451954144872023-12-18T20:47:00.000-08:002023-12-18T20:47:09.112-08:00The Sodder Family Christmas Mystery.<p><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;"> </span></p><p><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiix8-g3P0eeR09oBhxuU5hd2n0h0no80mRLObC_D9fC150iutNjKjMhKjEWYet254AasK00i4iFChG8mRX-pva85sNjz4BDU3jktPdNvJHf8tKd8EVzqgLGEOIr-sSYB8a12w4oexRQY3yct0tgXym4r_FH6ASgOtatPyVM_PYuQH2U7uLEhxFD-dg55Y/s932/65789611220000190026375e.jpg" style="background-color: #6aa84f; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="932" data-original-width="613" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiix8-g3P0eeR09oBhxuU5hd2n0h0no80mRLObC_D9fC150iutNjKjMhKjEWYet254AasK00i4iFChG8mRX-pva85sNjz4BDU3jktPdNvJHf8tKd8EVzqgLGEOIr-sSYB8a12w4oexRQY3yct0tgXym4r_FH6ASgOtatPyVM_PYuQH2U7uLEhxFD-dg55Y/w263-h400/65789611220000190026375e.jpg" width="263" /></a></div><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;"><br /></span><p><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;"><br /></span></p><div class="primary-cli cli cli-text" style="box-sizing: content-box; color: #111111; font-family: ProximaNova; margin: 30px auto; max-width: 544px; padding: 0px 30px;"><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.125rem; line-height: 1.56; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">Just after midnight on Christmas Eve in 1945, Jennie Sodder awoke to the smell of smoke. She quickly discovered that the Fayetteville, West Virginia, home she shared with her husband, George, and nine of their children, was ablaze. When the fire department arrived seven hours later, the two-story framed house had burned to the ground — and five Sodder children were missing. </span></p></div><div class="primary-cli cli cli-text" style="box-sizing: content-box; color: #111111; font-family: ProximaNova; margin: 30px auto; max-width: 544px; padding: 0px 30px;"><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.125rem; line-height: 1.56; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">The ultimate fate of the five young children is still unknown, but their family never saw them again, and their remains were never found in the ashes of their ruined home.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.125rem; line-height: 1.56; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;"><br /></span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.125rem; line-height: 1.56; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">The siblings’ older brothers, John, 23, and George Jr., 16, and their father had gone to bed early that Christmas Eve, tired from a long day working at George’s coal trucking business. The younger children, however, were allowed to stay up late to play with the toys their older sister, Mary Ann “Marion” Sodder, 17, had bought them for Christmas. Their mother took the youngest child, 3-year-old Sylvia, to bed with her at around 10:30 p.m., telling Maurice and Louis to attend to the cows and chickens.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.125rem; line-height: 1.56; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;"><br /></span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.125rem; line-height: 1.56; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;"><br /></span></p><div class="primary-cli cli cli-text" style="box-sizing: content-box; margin: 30px auto; max-width: 544px; padding: 0px 30px;"><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.125rem; line-height: 1.56; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">Joe Sodder, 21, had been discharged from the Army the day before the fire and was the only one of the 10 Sodder children not home.</span></p></div><div class="primary-cli cli cli-text" style="box-sizing: content-box; margin: 30px auto; max-width: 544px; padding: 0px 30px;"><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.125rem; line-height: 1.56; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">At about 1 a.m., Jennie bolted out of bed when she smelled smoke and saw flames in her husband’s office, blocking her from reaching the phone. She told Marion, who had fallen asleep on the couch to take Sylvia outside while she and George frantically tried to save the rest of the children. George Jr. and John, who said he woke his siblings — but later updated his account, saying that he had only shouted at them — ran downstairs. Fire engulfed the staircase to the attic where the children slept, preventing their father from going upstairs. The fact that no one heard them crying out was one of the reasons the Sodders later believed they might not have been in their bedroom at all. </span></p></div><div class="primary-cli cli cli-text" style="box-sizing: content-box; margin: 30px auto; max-width: 544px; padding: 0px 30px;"><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.125rem; line-height: 1.56; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">At the time, however, George desperately tried other ways to get to his children. He was unsuccessful for two peculiar reason ls. First, a ladder that normally stood by the house wasn’t there. He and his sons then tried to move his trucks against the house, hoping to reach the upper floor by standing on top of them, but they couldn’t get them started.</span></p></div><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.125rem; line-height: 1.56; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;"><br /></span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.125rem; line-height: 1.56; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">Although authorities determined that the children — Maurice, 14; Martha, 12; Louis, 10; Jennie Irene, 8; and Betty, 5 — had died in the fire, their family disputed the finding and never gave up searching for them. </span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.125rem; line-height: 1.56; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;"><br /></span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.125rem; line-height: 1.56; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">Even if Jennie had been able to reach the family’s telephone, she couldn’t have placed a call: The line had been cut. George Bragg, a local writer and researcher, told NPR in a 2005 interview that a man later admitted that he had cut them — and during the fire was in an outbuilding on the Sodders’ property stealing a block and tackle (used to remove car engines). While there is speculation that he set the fire as a diversion, it’s also possible he took advantage of the family’s distraction to take the equipment. Still, neither the thief nor anyone else was ever charged with arson in the catastrophic fire.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.125rem; line-height: 1.56; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;"><br /></span></p><div class="primary-cli cli cli-text" style="box-sizing: content-box; margin: 30px auto; max-width: 544px; padding: 0px 30px;"><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.125rem; line-height: 1.56; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">The phone was working just after midnight, Jennie later said. Its ringing was the first of three separate strange events, including the smoke, that had awakened her. The caller asked to speak to someone Jennie didn’t know. After she replied that they must have the wrong number, the caller responded with what Jennie described as a strange laugh.</span></p></div><div class="primary-cli cli cli-text" style="box-sizing: content-box; margin: 30px auto; max-width: 544px; padding: 0px 30px;"><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.125rem; line-height: 1.56; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">Half an hour later, Jennie heard “something like a rubber ball” hit the roof. “It rolled and hit the ground with a thump,” she said.</span></p></div><div class="primary-cli cli cli-text" style="box-sizing: content-box; margin: 30px auto; max-width: 544px; padding: 0px 30px;"><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.125rem; line-height: 1.56; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">At the time, it didn’t worry her, and she fell back asleep again. But a passing bus driver (or passenger ) described having seen “balls of fire” being thrown on the tar and wood roof, where it was determined the fire had started. Sylvia later found a rubber object in the yard, the family claimed, that George identified as a type of hand grenade. </span></p></div><div class="primary-cli cli cli-text" style="box-sizing: content-box; margin: 30px auto; max-width: 544px; padding: 0px 30px;"><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.125rem; line-height: 1.56; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">Death certificates for the children were issued on Dec. 30, five days after the fire. The cause of death for each was listed as “fire or suffocation.” Although George and Jennie Sodder later insisted otherwise, a journalist who covered the story for NPR said four people had reported seeing remains — including one of Jennie’s brothers. If so, they weren’t collected or included in official records.</span></p></div><div class="primary-cli cli cli-text" style="box-sizing: content-box; margin: 30px auto; max-width: 544px; padding: 0px 30px;"><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.125rem; line-height: 1.56; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">George Sodder himself may have unintentionally destroyed evidence that his children had died. On Dec. 29, he brought in a bulldozer to fill the basement with dirt in order to create a memorial for them. At the time, the grieving family did not doubt the officials’ determination that the five children did not survive. Only later would John reportedly admit that he hadn’t actually seen or heard his five siblings respond when he warned them to escape as he and George Jr. fled.</span></p></div><div class="primary-cli cli cli-text" style="box-sizing: content-box; margin: 30px auto; max-width: 544px; padding: 0px 30px;"><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.125rem; line-height: 1.56; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">In the “burial, cremation, or removal” section of the children’s death certificates, “burial” is selected with the date of Dec. 27. The Sodders’ address is listed as the “cemetery.” though no actual body's could be found.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.125rem; line-height: 1.56; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;"><br /></span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.125rem; line-height: 1.56; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">The Sodder children we're never seen again and now nearly a century after the tragedy that destroyed their family the mystery remains, what really happened to the Sodder Family?</span></p></div><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.125rem; line-height: 1.56; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">Because of so many odd events surrounding the fire and the Sodder children's disappearance's, the case immediately captured the public eye and is still one of the greatest mysteries of the early 20th century.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.125rem; line-height: 1.56; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;"><br /></span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.125rem; line-height: 1.56; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">After only 45 minutes the five bedroom home had burned to nothing but ash leaving only the foundation.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.125rem; line-height: 1.56; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">The true fate of the family will likely never be solved and decades from now people will still find this mystery as perplexing as we do now </span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.125rem; line-height: 1.56; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;"><br /></span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.125rem; line-height: 1.56; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;"><br /></span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.125rem; line-height: 1.56; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;">.......</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.125rem; line-height: 1.56; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;"><br /></span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.125rem; line-height: 1.56; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;"><br /></span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.125rem; line-height: 1.56; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;"><br /></span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.125rem; line-height: 1.56; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br /></p></div>theparanormal411http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501303714778731424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550899605057737438.post-41788321038261907282023-12-16T22:46:00.000-08:002023-12-16T22:46:59.208-08:00Mari Lewd 🐴💀👻<p><span style="background-color: #04ff00;"> </span></p><p><span style="background-color: #04ff00; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #04ff00;"><br /></span></div><span style="background-color: #04ff00;"><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB2C5XuawDLjMHpr200YFKbnxO-yZ1Mv0JJPTTJLwJwkW16V4d6Lc9FZ_0FvT5QrkCERYYenAhTTuIvztnFMVZLd7WbcwVlAUS8f9aTGTQgRJLQPbu-xPVtib4Us0mzTxDhPIu29J8AGvtw9BXj0CSFrKklqeP9LoeDG-MHHFx50R4L_LkEMVzk7VpDvo/s275/images%20(2).jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="275" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB2C5XuawDLjMHpr200YFKbnxO-yZ1Mv0JJPTTJLwJwkW16V4d6Lc9FZ_0FvT5QrkCERYYenAhTTuIvztnFMVZLd7WbcwVlAUS8f9aTGTQgRJLQPbu-xPVtib4Us0mzTxDhPIu29J8AGvtw9BXj0CSFrKklqeP9LoeDG-MHHFx50R4L_LkEMVzk7VpDvo/w400-h266/images%20(2).jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="background-color: #04ff00;"><br /></span><p><span style="background-color: #04ff00; font-size: x-large;">Mari Lwyd.</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #04ff00; font-size: x-large;">In short summary, the Mari Lewd is a Welsh myth about a horse headed creature that shows up during the twelve days of Christmas each year and goes door to door singing with a small Troup of followers trying to gain entry to your home to eat your food and drink your booze.</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #04ff00; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg85Nx_q-SamQ2UGrViKj_jlhBp39NuMFlx-FPuoLxYyyV-dUI1fIKTk52r9aVX-R0NjsatCjs3s0aFLv01PPhRSI6rTU7xDq7YIhLV4ATtjK2WFUlmFzIrh2T58LK2IcU-wnSzHpuqJlz3-A8bBiwmJkdBWIk9YgaUWlH7OWIL1UzPtZjWbXHosCiYKSg/s1200/The-Something-Guy-South-African-Blog-Feature-Image-2022-09-15T140834.121.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg85Nx_q-SamQ2UGrViKj_jlhBp39NuMFlx-FPuoLxYyyV-dUI1fIKTk52r9aVX-R0NjsatCjs3s0aFLv01PPhRSI6rTU7xDq7YIhLV4ATtjK2WFUlmFzIrh2T58LK2IcU-wnSzHpuqJlz3-A8bBiwmJkdBWIk9YgaUWlH7OWIL1UzPtZjWbXHosCiYKSg/w400-h209/The-Something-Guy-South-African-Blog-Feature-Image-2022-09-15T140834.121.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><span style="background-color: #04ff00; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #04ff00; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #04ff00;">The Mari Lwyd is a wassailing folk custom that involves a giant horse's skull carried from house to house. It takes place in parts of Wales during the Christmas season.</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #04ff00;"><br /></span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: benton-sans, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; margin: 0px 0px 1em;"><span style="background-color: #04ff00;">The first recorded mention of Mari Lwyd comes from 1800s, in a book called ‘A Tour through Part of North Wales’ by J. Evans. However the tradition is actually more associated with Southern Wales, and towns like Glamorgan and Gwent.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: benton-sans, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; margin: 0px 0px 1em;"><span style="background-color: #04ff00;">Where the name ‘Mari Lwyd’ comes from isn’t entirely clear. It translates roughly to ‘grey mare’ with some thinking this is a reference to the prominence of pale horses in Celtic mythology. Folklorist Iowerth C. Peate thought it meant ‘Holy Mary’ referring to The Virgin Mary</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #04ff00;">.......</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #04ff00;"><br /></span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: benton-sans, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; margin: 0px 0px 1em;"><span style="background-color: #04ff00;">The Mari Lwyd goes from door to door with a group of followers, At each house they sing a song asking to come in. (Similar to modern Christmas Carling) The occupants of the house sing back, denying them entry at first, before eventually relenting. This back and forth is known as ‘pwnco’, and is an improvised battle of rhyme and verse.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: benton-sans, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; margin: 0px 0px 1em;"><span style="background-color: #04ff00;">Once the singers are allowed in they are given cakes and alcohol, the Mari Lwyd causes some mischief maybe frightening a few children in the process and everyone moves onto the next house.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: benton-sans, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; margin: 0px 0px 1em;"><span style="background-color: #04ff00;"><br /></span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: benton-sans, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; margin: 0px 0px 1em;"><span style="background-color: #04ff00;">Mari Lwyd was popular in the nineteenth century, thought it all but disappeared from Wales by the beginning of the twentieth century. </span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: benton-sans, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; margin: 0px 0px 1em;"><span style="background-color: #04ff00;">However, by the 1960s it had been revived in the town of Llangynwyd.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: benton-sans, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; margin: 0px 0px 1em;"><span style="background-color: #04ff00;"><br /></span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: benton-sans, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; margin: 0px 0px 1em;"><span style="background-color: #04ff00;"> From the 1970s onwards it appeared in more towns and villages across the country. Aberystwyth even marked the millennium by organising the world’s largest Mari Lwyd.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: benton-sans, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; margin: 0px 0px 1em;"><span style="background-color: #04ff00;"><br /></span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: benton-sans, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; margin: 0px 0px 1em;"><span style="background-color: #04ff00;">There are some similar traditions in England, such as Hoodening in Kent, or Old Tup in Nottinghamshire and Derbyshire. These also involved a horse’s head, a cloak, and going from house to house at Christmas time.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: benton-sans, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; margin: 0px 0px 1em;"><span style="background-color: #04ff00;"><br /></span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: benton-sans, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; margin: 0px 0px 1em;"><span style="background-color: #04ff00;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p>theparanormal411http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501303714778731424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550899605057737438.post-20401212169470565762023-12-13T09:42:00.000-08:002023-12-13T09:42:12.935-08:00Winter Yokai: Oshiroi babā<p><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"> </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyqVjYrws8qd1gi3xyd8QFrBT7kVos7zR7RbNcHPFlILkpfcFgx2MbVaWmmXGXFIE4nngXzmvTjZ1y2l9rjUa80-vjz9QYdOMw_aIdLDLibYZJUmV1aqn40D5cBE6GpsvpK3BkSRxbceJdcSO87onjVjzl-kNHFeqpChSVwFXjdgd_aCdCSnIX7O6oMhE/s627/mizuki_shigeru_oshiroibaba.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="485" data-original-width="627" height="248" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyqVjYrws8qd1gi3xyd8QFrBT7kVos7zR7RbNcHPFlILkpfcFgx2MbVaWmmXGXFIE4nngXzmvTjZ1y2l9rjUa80-vjz9QYdOMw_aIdLDLibYZJUmV1aqn40D5cBE6GpsvpK3BkSRxbceJdcSO87onjVjzl-kNHFeqpChSVwFXjdgd_aCdCSnIX7O6oMhE/s320/mizuki_shigeru_oshiroibaba.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><br /></span></p><h1 style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #4d4d4d; font-family: "IM Fell English"; font-size: 2.8em; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.3; margin: 0px 0px 0.3em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">❄️Oshiroi babā❄️</span></h1><p style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #353535; font-family: "IM Fell English"; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">The white face powder hag.</span></p><p style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #353535; font-family: "IM Fell English"; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">This Yokai can be traced back at least as far as 1537.</span></p><p style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #353535; font-family: "IM Fell English"; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">Oshiroi babā are yokai that take the form of old woman who appear in snowy mountainous areas near the end of the year. </span></p><p style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #353535; font-family: "IM Fell English"; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #1e1e1e; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Oxygen-Sans, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif;">Oshiroi Baba (oshiroi; white face powder) + (baba; old woman, hag). The word oshiroi specifically refers to the white face powder used by geisha and maiko.</span></p><p style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #353535; font-family: "IM Fell English"; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #1e1e1e; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Oxygen-Sans, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif;">She wears a tattered old kimono and a massive, straw umbrella hat covered in heavy snow,she carries a bottle of sake, usually a classic ceramic tokkuri and her face is covered in oshiroi powder, usually slathered on without care for appearance.</span></p><p style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #353535; font-family: "IM Fell English"; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">Some claims say you will hear the sound of a mirror dragging and clattering abut from behind her as they hobble through the streets. Though the mirror is almost never actually seen.</span></p><p style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #353535; font-family: "IM Fell English"; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"> Her back is disfigured, twisted and bent like an old woman’s after a lifetime hard work. </span></p><p style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #353535; font-family: "IM Fell English"; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><br /></span></p><p style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #353535; font-family: "IM Fell English"; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">She carries a cane in one hand, and a sake bottle in the other, and wear a broken straw hat. </span></p><p style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #353535; font-family: "IM Fell English"; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><br /></span></p><p style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #353535; font-family: "IM Fell English"; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">Her most defining feature is their wrinkly old face caked with thick, sloppy, white face powder.</span></p><p style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #353535; font-family: "IM Fell English"; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-variant-caps: small-caps;">O</span>shiroi babā don’t tend to interact with humans too often. For the most part, their looks alone are enough to ward if interactions.</span></p><p style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #353535; font-family: "IM Fell English"; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"> Though they will occasionally bother people, demanding makeup or trying to buy sake. In this way they are somewhat similar to other old hag yōkai who wander the streets at night, such as amazake babā. However, nearly every account of oshiroi babā describes them as hideous or scary, but not dangerous. </span></p><p style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #353535; font-family: "IM Fell English"; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">Other version of the myth claims she appears on cold snowy nights and offer's warm sake to those in need.</span></p><p style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #353535; font-family: "IM Fell English"; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">According to some local legends, oshiroi babā are a variation of yuki onna. They leave the mountains and wonder into villages on snowy nights.</span></p><p style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #353535; font-family: "IM Fell English"; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><br /></span></p><p style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: #353535; font-family: IM Fell English;"> Others say they are more similar to yama uba, who sometimes demand makeup from travelers or can be found at the bases of mountains trying to buy alcohol.</span></span></p><p style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #353535; font-family: "IM Fell English"; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><br /></span></p><p style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #353535; font-family: "IM Fell English"; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"> According to Toriyama Sekien, oshiroi babā serve as the attendants of Shifun Senjō, the goddess of cosmetics which would explain the mirror, and make up requests.</span></p><p style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #353535; font-family: "IM Fell English"; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"> </span></p><p style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #353535; font-family: "IM Fell English"; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><br /></span></p><p style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #353535; font-family: "IM Fell English"; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">❄️🍺🪞🧓🏔️</span></b></span></p><p><br /></p>theparanormal411http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501303714778731424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550899605057737438.post-11046374666069488532023-12-11T22:07:00.000-08:002023-12-13T05:02:00.649-08:00Drakavac<p><span style="background-color: red;"> </span></p><p><span style="background-color: red;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtdvZzoH17fimCoPYhWrOqk9NPhqA16ss0zbUFiGJPjisLHxaEWexvA3GFlP5YRer1h5BzcCrCGbdHTM146iNlM72xtVKNvuh-OKQaOS3Cz-Yrs25VXjmVx51lrNFCYOk1_92wwjrXc32JacYX_jhfY032444YgfMoDRyBX793RRN7UoQIRY7XdZdnzsk/s1396/mihailo-matic-lp-drekavac-finish-mihatronix.jpg" style="background-color: red; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1396" height="248" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtdvZzoH17fimCoPYhWrOqk9NPhqA16ss0zbUFiGJPjisLHxaEWexvA3GFlP5YRer1h5BzcCrCGbdHTM146iNlM72xtVKNvuh-OKQaOS3Cz-Yrs25VXjmVx51lrNFCYOk1_92wwjrXc32JacYX_jhfY032444YgfMoDRyBX793RRN7UoQIRY7XdZdnzsk/s320/mihailo-matic-lp-drekavac-finish-mihatronix.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="background-color: red;"><br /></span><p><span style="background-color: red;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: red;"><b style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: #202122; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Inter, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> Drekavac</span></b><b style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: #202122; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Inter, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> </b></span></p><p><span face="-apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Inter, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: red; color: #202122; font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: red;"><span face="-apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Inter, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #202122; font-size: 16px;">It's name means the screamer" or "the screecher, </span><span face="-apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Segoe UI, Roboto, Inter, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #202122;"> as it's name would suggest its known for its distinctive and often terrifying scream.</span></span></p><p><b style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: red; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; background: none red; border: 0px; color: #202122; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Inter, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></b></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: rubik, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.75; margin: 0px 0px 1.125rem; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: red;">The Drekavac is most often encountered at night, especially during the twelve days of Christmas (called unbaptized days ) and in early spring, when other demons appear most often. </span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: rubik, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.75; margin: 0px 0px 1.125rem; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: red;"><br /></span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: rubik, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.75; margin: 0px 0px 1.125rem; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: red;">It takes the form of the child, though deformed with elongated limbs and sometimes fur.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: rubik, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.75; margin: 0px 0px 1.125rem; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: red;">In other story's (especially more modern tellings) it usually resembles a dog like creature. However it can also assume other forms as well like <span face="-apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Inter, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #202122;">a dappled foal, dog, cat, or bird or even a human like being with glowing eyes. Other visions of the cryptid are described as a dog like beast that walks on its back legs, a long legged long necked animal with a cats head or an undead vampire like man that wonders the cemetery similar to a ghoul.</span></span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: rubik, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.75; margin: 0px 0px 1.125rem; padding: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizmpH0OwVhOBrghJpCWjwjUBilL_tjO95nrQ0pSCMpvPnpr8gaxo_8ntXy8uWK84Nj9P1Xxu-QKMENWHyXCrlkwRRRrhm340hJ0jlXTS4oRyLlNwQwzFi4HMe1q46whE7E5atKP9_LyEEhDO5fROvK3gGLBxjUKheghr_bdeExX3spJPHgzolE4Fzi30c/s306/tumblr_pbwcogH3JZ1x7zfrbo1_400.jpg" style="background-color: red; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="301" data-original-width="306" height="301" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizmpH0OwVhOBrghJpCWjwjUBilL_tjO95nrQ0pSCMpvPnpr8gaxo_8ntXy8uWK84Nj9P1Xxu-QKMENWHyXCrlkwRRRrhm340hJ0jlXTS4oRyLlNwQwzFi4HMe1q46whE7E5atKP9_LyEEhDO5fROvK3gGLBxjUKheghr_bdeExX3spJPHgzolE4Fzi30c/s1600/tumblr_pbwcogH3JZ1x7zfrbo1_400.jpg" width="306" /></a></div><span style="background-color: red;"><br /><span face="-apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Inter, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #202122;"><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: rubik, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.75; margin: 0px 0px 1.125rem; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: red;"><span face="-apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Inter, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #202122;">Originally believed to have come from the soul </span><span face="-apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Inter, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #202122;">of a corrupt or sinful man, or from children who died unbaptized </span></span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: rubik, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.75; margin: 0px 0px 1.125rem; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: red;"><span face="-apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Inter, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #202122;">When seen in it's human form it looks like a child, and predicts someone's death </span><span face="-apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Inter, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #202122;">while in its animal form, it predicts cattle disease.</span></span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: rubik, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.75; margin: 0px 0px 1.125rem; padding: 0px;"><span face="-apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Inter, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: red; color: #202122;">The Drekavac ether dislikes or fears dogs and is believed to avoid dogs and bright light.</span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: rubik, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.75; margin: 0px 0px 1.125rem; padding: 0px;"><span face="-apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Inter, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: red; color: #202122;"> <span style="font-size: large;">There is also a common belief that if the shadow of drekavac falls on someone then that person will become sick and eventually die.</span></span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: rubik, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.75; margin: 0px 0px 1.125rem; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: red;"><br /></span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: rubik, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.75; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: red;">In some regions it could be considered a type of boogyman, used to scare kid's into behaving, in a similar way a the Boogeyman is in other places. </span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: rubik, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.75; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: red;"><br /></span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: rubik, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.75; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: red;">It's also used as a scare tactic to keep smaller children from wandering to far from home. </span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: rubik, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.75; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: red;">......</span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: rubik, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.75; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: red;"><br /></span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: rubik, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.75; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: red;"><br /></span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: rubik, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.75; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: red;"><br /></span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: rubik, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.75; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: red;">Other cryptids or monsters similar to a drakavac..</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4WpxrMtUOmORcNEszcOmAKr140PVbr062oEBWmg7t9vUGvpXEEcE-tPxZvYsWbrXpMgXoEjzAb4gKfXbsZjuB7tz2FDFMcD6MykZYqGSxJRWMqDgNkPWb_vg-3ZPPE2jbRRspDajMew0M4vKGFjJo2YuO7jb-W2_5enXWW5QUs2ED6GX7fBRTxY-0lgg/s822/0839033cc3c39a05957763accb2bc5c32fe17ff3_hq.jpg" style="background-color: red; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="822" data-original-width="535" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4WpxrMtUOmORcNEszcOmAKr140PVbr062oEBWmg7t9vUGvpXEEcE-tPxZvYsWbrXpMgXoEjzAb4gKfXbsZjuB7tz2FDFMcD6MykZYqGSxJRWMqDgNkPWb_vg-3ZPPE2jbRRspDajMew0M4vKGFjJo2YuO7jb-W2_5enXWW5QUs2ED6GX7fBRTxY-0lgg/s320/0839033cc3c39a05957763accb2bc5c32fe17ff3_hq.jpg" width="208" /></a></div><span style="background-color: red;"><br /></span><p style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: rubik, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.75; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: red;"><br /></span></p><ul style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: #202122; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Inter, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: red;">Bukavac – recorded in Syrmia, a six-legged monster with gnarled horns, slimy skin and long tail, that lives in water (rivers, swamps and creeks) and comes out of it during the night. It is known that it makes loud noises, and it will try to strangle people and animals that it encounters;</span></li><li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: red;">👹👻🧛♀️</span></li><li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: red;">Jaud (<span class="IPA-label IPA-label-small" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.6px; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">pronounced</span> <span class="IPA nowrap" lang="sh-Latn-fonipa" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: nowrap;">[jaud]</span>) – a vampirised premature baby.</span></li><li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: red;">🧛♀️</span></li><li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: red;">Myling – from Scandinavian folklore, a phantasmal incarnations of the souls of unbaptized children that had been forced to roam the earth.</span></li><li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: red;">👻</span></li><li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: red;">Nav – the soul of dead child that died before its third age.</span></li><li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: red;">👻</span></li><li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: red;">Plakavac – recorded in Herzegovina, is a newborn strangled by its mother, which will rise from its grave at night as small vampire-like creature, return to its house and scream around it, but otherwise can't do any harm.</span></li><li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: red;">🧟👻</span></li><li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: red;"><br /></span></li><li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: red;">Poroniec – a hostile and malicious demon from Slavic mythology. They were believed to come into existence from stillborn fetuses, but also from improperly buried remains of children who had died during infancy.</span></li></ul><p style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: rubik, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.75; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: red;">👹</span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: rubik, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.75; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: red;"><br /></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: rubik, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.75; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br /></p>theparanormal411http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501303714778731424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550899605057737438.post-69697010145157296812023-12-05T11:00:00.000-08:002024-01-16T18:45:45.586-08:00Karampusnacht.🐐🎄<p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3xJqIyXvn9r1OIXDP2nd6A9HEbJWbduN-fJyAv-t2B23fJRXWFtcrR5QjDEmt7vMtrtsmQY9mg71sUzLFGPeBe4mANVPG0fQsWo3YEHk-dko2VeeGp-09KywTuMJaXTY8hL5DtHb5PqTVVi0-4DTaE_eMVBhJ97d2u34BbvmMRIUEfRl0Ruci9m-wqw4/s300/images%20(2).jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="300" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3xJqIyXvn9r1OIXDP2nd6A9HEbJWbduN-fJyAv-t2B23fJRXWFtcrR5QjDEmt7vMtrtsmQY9mg71sUzLFGPeBe4mANVPG0fQsWo3YEHk-dko2VeeGp-09KywTuMJaXTY8hL5DtHb5PqTVVi0-4DTaE_eMVBhJ97d2u34BbvmMRIUEfRl0Ruci9m-wqw4/w400-h224/images%20(2).jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><span style="background-color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">Krampusnacht is celebrated on December 5 every year across Germany, other European countries, and Australia. It occurs the night before the celebration of the Feast of St. Nicholas, a night when people dress up as the devil Krampus and chase naughty children through the streets. </span></p><p><span style="background-color: #cc0000;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #cc0000;"><span face=""Google Sans", Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #1f1f1f; font-size: 20px;"> In the old stories St. Nicholas would travel with krampus on the night of December 5th.</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #cc0000;"><span face=""Google Sans", Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #1f1f1f; font-size: 20px;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #cc0000;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrh4g45lVahq_TOB4uTgi357RAnzKVpHTrURii7P0fsVghiTZGsEv0YGz9ttjKy0_NhObFBe6kMr8tyGNpLBZMMBxMdBxoWBJLa_TkY-vdrT49fIB_CglaZ1hK07_IuYvrogI8sKObQ-lgi2zqGEHLLhnydIbpyQrmsul5lGZrZSfG_pO3i_Vuv0QJk8I/s2400/Krampus%20Parade%20-Group%20shot%20.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1601" data-original-width="2400" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrh4g45lVahq_TOB4uTgi357RAnzKVpHTrURii7P0fsVghiTZGsEv0YGz9ttjKy0_NhObFBe6kMr8tyGNpLBZMMBxMdBxoWBJLa_TkY-vdrT49fIB_CglaZ1hK07_IuYvrogI8sKObQ-lgi2zqGEHLLhnydIbpyQrmsul5lGZrZSfG_pO3i_Vuv0QJk8I/s320/Krampus%20Parade%20-Group%20shot%20.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span face=""Google Sans", Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #1f1f1f; font-size: 20px;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="background-color: #cc0000;"><span face=""Google Sans", Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #1f1f1f; font-size: 20px;">He would rewards good children by leaving presents, </span><span face=""Google Sans", Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #040c28; font-size: 20px; max-height: 999999px;">Krampus would beat those who are naughty with branches and sticks</span><span face=""Google Sans", Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #1f1f1f; font-size: 20px;">. In some cases, he is said to eat them or throgh them in his basket and take them to hell. </span></span></p><p><span face=""Google Sans", Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: #cc0000; color: #1f1f1f; font-size: 20px;"><br /></span></p><p><span face=""Google Sans", Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: #cc0000; color: #1f1f1f; font-size: 20px;">In the 21st century, many Alpine countries continue to celebrate the Krampusnacht with parades, where the townsmen dress like devils and run through the streets chasing after children and naughty parents alike</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #cc0000;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTg-AIkzlrjtyzFW0qalXGpzLaRTFBZG8PaxUb6tz_nE6sJHVOsw1sOc9d3kwbJcwDju94cpEdneqGUHmaVMvGGtaa8oyFK8RPxHApOerFQWZqSrryF349sAzNyrxcvb2nTf6F1f2OqG7Kds9DkxFFOWP0pyjIDhHCGwinas6jn0pCMW6jVHrG5ijkGEI/s1500/GettyImages-452988141-5a2035484e46ba001acbb743.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />theparanormal411http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501303714778731424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550899605057737438.post-68038871727033110272023-12-01T01:33:00.001-08:002023-12-11T22:08:50.878-08:00Norse God of Winter🌨️❄️<p><span style="background-color: #01ffff;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Nh62pNFmTOeLnx5UgRuAAhJpak_mqcdqziK-W2Zjn6L2PCjeZXU903kKhF0OM_RNn3u6rbvt00YfgjofHHcPzsEridBUuWtrga7t25z_3S3Ec85YkvxnN8vVmV22OXjcb6q6_qbFpQgpUQei07hgGEuc-YuotGgdR1mH80H7lMc0L6tf1hp3HbLD_EQ/s1652/ullr-1200x1652.webp" style="background-color: #01ffff; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1652" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Nh62pNFmTOeLnx5UgRuAAhJpak_mqcdqziK-W2Zjn6L2PCjeZXU903kKhF0OM_RNn3u6rbvt00YfgjofHHcPzsEridBUuWtrga7t25z_3S3Ec85YkvxnN8vVmV22OXjcb6q6_qbFpQgpUQei07hgGEuc-YuotGgdR1mH80H7lMc0L6tf1hp3HbLD_EQ/w290-h400/ullr-1200x1652.webp" width="290" /></a></div><span style="background-color: #01ffff;"><br /></span><p><span style="background-color: #01ffff; font-size: x-large;"> ❄️Ullr❄️</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #01ffff; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #01ffff; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #01ffff; font-size: x-large;">Ullr, the Viking God of Winter </span></p><p><span style="background-color: #01ffff; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #01ffff; font-size: x-large;">He is the son of the grain goddess Sif, and the stepson of the thunder god Thor.</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #01ffff; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #01ffff; font-size: x-large;">In chapter 31 of Gylfaginning in the Prose Edda, written in the 13th century by Snorri Sturluson, Ullr is referred to as a son of Sif (with a father unrecorded in surviving sources. </span></p><p><span style="background-color: #01ffff; font-size: x-large;">He's a highly skilled archer, hunter, skater, and skier.</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #01ffff; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #01ffff; font-size: x-large;">Ullr - pronounced “ULL-er,” often Anglicized as “Ull,” and sometimes “Ullinn”)</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #01ffff; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #01ffff; font-size: x-large;">In Grímnismál, it says his home is called Ýdalir, “Yew Dales.”</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #01ffff; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #01ffff; font-size: x-large;"> He lives at his hall Ydalir, which translates to Yew Dales: yew wood was the material of choice for making bows in ancient Scandinavia. </span></p><p><span style="background-color: #01ffff; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #01ffff; font-size: x-large;">Ullr was also known as the god of oaths and combat. It's said that all oaths were taken on Ullr’s ring, which would shrink down to sever your finger should you break your oath.</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #01ffff; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #01ffff; font-size: x-large;">In some versions of the myths his wife is the giantess Skadi....(in other stories, skadi is the wife of Njord The Sae God.)</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnoN9FgpSBi8LBINDiaPUuYzQBXnf0b-3KS-JCeOUvqpxoZbGlih-cnOq3Ajcg6WF33hdKsAycbgc8RZM8nuTq8IvrEditLVFG9XTCWS0XHO3y6GMtjff7_dg3bSrgbCJrIyvaijOMSon6QDJKYEgKWXdHw6TpbswFkG7NXNjTXfDCHfJ6_PTZEkJmLEE/s700/skadi.png" style="background-color: #01ffff; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="700" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnoN9FgpSBi8LBINDiaPUuYzQBXnf0b-3KS-JCeOUvqpxoZbGlih-cnOq3Ajcg6WF33hdKsAycbgc8RZM8nuTq8IvrEditLVFG9XTCWS0XHO3y6GMtjff7_dg3bSrgbCJrIyvaijOMSon6QDJKYEgKWXdHw6TpbswFkG7NXNjTXfDCHfJ6_PTZEkJmLEE/w400-h286/skadi.png" width="400" /></a></div><span style="background-color: #01ffff;"><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span><p></p><p><span style="background-color: #01ffff; font-size: xx-large;"> He was the ruler of Asgard when Odin was away for ten years.</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #01ffff;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_EqydNDdQ2sUaJTbjS3O7ySp30glSfH8SVElM8lDgJTP74Sm59VjVYYhmvBqqxBA4z5Mvr0iJ48wRHHta0bG0vEcV_vTM1ZjZ2BKBVn8swBx_GOy254uqLN4-K4x9Tyj_3JqTamPmkJf6i8lJA4Z-GCJsZk4gNJm9Cbw9jeo5UPMCcmplwdSL2TP1eUY/s274/download%20(2).jpeg" style="background-color: #01ffff; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="184" data-original-width="274" height="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_EqydNDdQ2sUaJTbjS3O7ySp30glSfH8SVElM8lDgJTP74Sm59VjVYYhmvBqqxBA4z5Mvr0iJ48wRHHta0bG0vEcV_vTM1ZjZ2BKBVn8swBx_GOy254uqLN4-K4x9Tyj_3JqTamPmkJf6i8lJA4Z-GCJsZk4gNJm9Cbw9jeo5UPMCcmplwdSL2TP1eUY/s1600/download%20(2).jpeg" width="274" /></a></div><span style="background-color: #01ffff;"><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span><p></p><p><span style="background-color: #01ffff; font-size: x-large;">There are several locations in Scandinavia named after him. </span></p><p><span style="background-color: #01ffff; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #01ffff; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #01ffff; font-size: x-large;">A few of the city's ...</span></p><p><span face=""Google Sans", Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: #01ffff; color: #040c28; font-size: 20px; max-height: 999999px;">Ullevål,</span></p><p><span face=""Google Sans", Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: #01ffff; color: #040c28; font-size: 20px; max-height: 999999px;"> Ullevi, </span></p><p><span face=""Google Sans", Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #040c28; font-size: 20px; max-height: 999999px;"><span style="background-color: #01ffff; max-height: 999999px;">Ullared, </span></span></p><p><span face=""Google Sans", Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #040c28; font-size: 20px; max-height: 999999px;"><span style="background-color: #01ffff; max-height: 999999px;">Ullensaker </span></span></p><p><span face=""Google Sans", Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: #01ffff; color: #040c28; font-size: 20px; max-height: 999999px;"><span style="max-height: 999999px;">And Ullensvang</span><span style="color: #1f1f1f;">..</span></span></p><p><span face=""Google Sans", Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #040c28; font-size: 20px; max-height: 999999px;"><span style="background-color: #01ffff; color: #1f1f1f;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #01ffff;"><span face=""Google Sans", Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #040c28; font-size: 20px; max-height: 999999px;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9snmASD3fpz62HsYPtrvxdymvAJARVanIB8Er4ceooTwlL83VQMsH_W68_nApu7dT_0vCiP990cazav1oQMAyCBuSrekHHu6MWyVd0GDVXCxBMR2S8Zhm9_alMG0DRL2qbleFDUxnj21oxV2pCYxGmXKHJ0BXluQJzJ_ifs_S0oc52mym7FLlyQF6RhY/s695/ffslaydvpbg61.jpg" style="background-color: #01ffff; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="695" data-original-width="494" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9snmASD3fpz62HsYPtrvxdymvAJARVanIB8Er4ceooTwlL83VQMsH_W68_nApu7dT_0vCiP990cazav1oQMAyCBuSrekHHu6MWyVd0GDVXCxBMR2S8Zhm9_alMG0DRL2qbleFDUxnj21oxV2pCYxGmXKHJ0BXluQJzJ_ifs_S0oc52mym7FLlyQF6RhY/s320/ffslaydvpbg61.jpg" width="227" /></a></div><span style="background-color: #01ffff;"><br /><span style="color: #1f1f1f;"><br /></span></span><p></p><p><span style="background-color: #01ffff; font-size: x-large;">Because of his status as a winter god, many worshippers would pray to Ullr before travel in the harsh northern winter.</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #01ffff; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: #202122; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Inter, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0.5em 0px 1em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #01ffff; font-size: large;">Within the winter skiing community of Europe, Ullr is considered the Guardian Patron Saint of Skiers (German <i style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Schutzpatron der Skifahrer</i>).</span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: #202122; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Inter, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0.5em 0px 1em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #01ffff; font-size: large;"> An Ullr medallion or ski medal depicting the god on skis holding a bow and arrow, is widely worn as a talisman by both recreational and professional skiers as well as ski patrols in Europe and elsewhere.</span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: #202122; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Inter, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; 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font-size: x-large;">Can't believe its already December, time flys I guess, bundle up and enjoy the snow .</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #01ffff; font-size: x-large;">❄️☃️🎿⛷️</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p>theparanormal411http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501303714778731424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550899605057737438.post-89257894304310686932023-11-23T22:47:00.000-08:002023-11-23T22:48:08.474-08:00Bakeneko the Demon Cat..<br />
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-----------Bakeneko or Changing cat is a type of yokai (Sprite / demon) -----------<br />
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Cat's are often seen as sly and mysterious creatures..<br />
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Cats depicted as yōkai in Japan date back as far as the Kamakura Period (1185–1333).<br />
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In the collection of <i>setsuwa</i> (oral tradition of folktales before the 14th century), the Kokon Chomonju from this period, there are several descriptions of cats that
do odd and suspicious things, noting that "these are perhaps ones
that have turned into demons.<br />
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One of the more well know legends regarding a Bakeneko...<br />
is the story of Takasu Genbei...<br />
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In this story a man named Takasu Genbei,
whose mother's personality suddenly changed after his pet cat went
missing for many years. His mother avoided interactions with old friends and
even family and would often eat alone in her room. Untill one day when the family
peeked in on her, they saw a cat-like monster in the mother's clothes,
chewing on animal carcasses. Takasu, still skeptical, slew what looked
like his mother, and after one day his mother's body turned back into
his pet cat that had been missing. Takasu then tore up the floorboards
of his mother's room to find her skeleton hidden there, her bones gnawed
clean of all flesh.<br />
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The Bakeneko myths from arond Japan....<br />
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In Yamagata District, Hiroshima Prefecture,
it is said that a cat raised for seven years or longer would kill the
one that raised it. There are also many regions where when people began
raising a cat, they would decide in advance for how many years they
would raise it because of this superstition.<br />
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Also, depending on the area, there are stories in which cats that were killed by humans in a brutal manner would become <i>bakeneko</i> and curse that human. The stories of <i>bakeneko</i> are not only about aged cats, but are also sometimes stories of revenge against cruel humans.<br />
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The abilities attributed to the <i>bakeneko</i> are various, but include shapeshifting into humans,<sup> </sup> wearing a towel or napkin on the head and dancing, speaking human words,<sup> </sup> cursing humans manipulating dead people, possessing humans and lurking in the mountains and taking wolves along with them to attack travelers.<br />
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As an unusual example, on Aji island, in Oshika District, of the Miyagi Prefecture and in the Oki Islands, Shimane Prefecture, there's a story of a cat that shapeshifted into a human and wanted to engage in sumo.<br />
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<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-松谷1994b_14-1"> </sup>
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However the legend of cats with the ability to speak, may have arisen because humans simply misinterpring the cat's meowing as human language, and for this reason some would say
that the cat is not a type of <i>yōkai</i>. In 1992 (Heisei 4), in the
Yomiuri newspaper, there was an article that argued that when people
thought they had heard a cat speak, upon listening a second time, they
realized that it was simply the cat's meowing and that it was only
coincidence that it resembled a word in human language.<br />
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In the Edo period (1603–1867), there was a folk belief that cats
with long tails like snakes could bewitch people. Cats with long tails
were disliked and there was a custom of cutting their tails. It is
speculated that this is the reason that there are so many cats in Japan
with short tails nowadays, because natural selection has favored those with short tails.<br />
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Folk beliefs that cats can cause strange phenomena are not limited to Japan. For example, in Jinhua, Zhejiang,
in China, it is said that a cat, after having been raised for three
years by humans, would then start bewitching them. Because it is said
that cats with white tails are especially good at this, there arose the
custom of refraining from raising white cats. Since it is said that
their ability to bewitch humans comes from taking in the spiritual
energy of the moon, it is said that when a cat looks up at the moon,
whether its tail has been cut or not, it should be killed on the spot<br />
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The reason that cats are seen as <i>yōkai</i> in Japanese mythology
is attributed to many of the characteristics that they possess: for
example, the way the irises of their eyes change shape depending on the
time of day, the way their fur seems to cause sparks due to static
electricity when they are petted (especially in winter), the way they
sometimes lick blood, the way they can walk without making a sound,
their wild nature that remains despite the gentleness they can show at
times, the way they are difficult to control (unlike dogs), the
sharpness of their claws and teeth, their nocturnal habits, and their
speed and agility.<br />
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There are many <i>yōkai</i> animals other than cats in old tales that have similar attributes: the deep tenacity of snakes, the ability of foxes (<i>kitsune</i>) to shapeshift into women, and the brutality of <i>tanuki</i> in eating humans depicted in the Kachi-kachi Yama
folktale from the Edo period. Cats in particular, however, have
acquired a great number of tales and superstitions surrounding them, due
to the unique position they occupy between nature and civilization.<br />
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As
cities and towns were established and humans began living farther apart
from nature, cats came with them. Since cats live close to humans yet
retain their wild essence and air of mystery, stories grew up around
them, and gradually the image of the <i>bakeneko</i> was formed<sup>.</sup><br />
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One folk belief concerning the <i>bakeneko</i> is that they would lick the oil of oriental lamps,<sup> </sup>and in the Edo period encyclopedia, the Wakan Sansai Zue, it is said that for a cat to lick this oil is an omen of some strange event about to occur.<br />
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People in the early modern period used cheap oils from fish, like
sardine oil, in the lamps, and that could explain why cats would want to
lick them.<br />
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The diet of most Japanese people at that time was based primarily on
grains and vegetables, and the leftovers would be fed to the cats.<br />
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However, since cats are carnivores, such a diet would have been lacking
in protein and fat, and therefore they would have been even more
attracted to the oil in the lamps.<br />
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Furthermore, the sight of a cat standing up its hind legs to reach the
lamp, with its face lit up and eyes round with anticipation, could have
seemed eerie and unnatural, like a <i>yōkai</i>.<br />
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The mysterious air that cats possess was associated with the
image of prostitutes who worked in the Edo period red-light districts.
This was the origin of a popular character in kusazōshi (among other publications), the bakeneko yūjo<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>theparanormal411http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501303714778731424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550899605057737438.post-91614223064592919312023-11-20T23:16:00.000-08:002023-11-20T23:16:56.717-08:00Otakemaru : The Great Mountain Peak<p> </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfJ_lLLo8gqMMW2KCoSvYlOxSEXC0ZAT_KRar7TK0USU-XZLjkYkX03mQzpjs37W8fuIAUljLJR4_vG-1jfbSQMHh4O3Tjf5hJY8hgXrze4WiuAcl0fY1HrJs91k41E-xeuhytNlB_-kFJkqHURoRtEG8dLhof9XAbLz-tZ0xlt-fVyQ3KkO4uqMxn/s512/pe7mo66h2uo41.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="506" data-original-width="512" height="395" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfJ_lLLo8gqMMW2KCoSvYlOxSEXC0ZAT_KRar7TK0USU-XZLjkYkX03mQzpjs37W8fuIAUljLJR4_vG-1jfbSQMHh4O3Tjf5hJY8hgXrze4WiuAcl0fY1HrJs91k41E-xeuhytNlB_-kFJkqHURoRtEG8dLhof9XAbLz-tZ0xlt-fVyQ3KkO4uqMxn/w400-h395/pe7mo66h2uo41.webp" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p> Otakemaru <br /><br />Also called </p><p>The great mountain peak”<br /><br /><br />Otakemaru is a kijin— an oni so powerful and so violent that he is considered both demon (ki) and god (jin). <br /><br />He lived in the Suzuka Mountains on the border of Ise and Omi Provinces during the reign of Emperor Kanmu (781 to 806). <br /><br />Although his legend is not so well-known today, he was once considered among the most fearsome yokai in Japanese history. <br /><br />Along with Shuten doji and Tamamo no Mae, he is often considered one of the Nihon san dai aku yokai, or Great Three Evil Yokai of Japan. (Some versions of this ranking replace Otakemaru with Sutoku Tenno.)<br /><br /><br />Because of the time period and locations in which his story takes place, and the fact that his chief enemy was the shogun Sakanoue no Tamuramaro, it is thought that Otakemaru may be a folkloric interpretation of Aterui, a chieftain of the Emishi people of northeastern Japan who waged a devastating campaign against the Yamato Japanese. <br /><br />His legend also serves as the basis of Aomori Prefecture’s famous Nebuta Matsuri, in which large floats depicting warriors defeating oni are parading through the streets.<br /><br />.....'.'.......<br /><br />Long ago an oni named Otakemaru terrorized travelers in the Suzuka Mountains and stole tributes intended for the emperor in Kyoto. <br /> </p><p>The emperor commanded his shogun, Sakanoue no Tamuramaro, to exterminate the demon. <br /><br />Tamuramaro raised an army of 30,000 horsemen and entered the Suzuka Mountains. <br /><br />However, Otakemaru was powerful, and using his black magic he summoned a great storm. He covered the mountains in black clouds, making it impossible to see. Rains and winds battered the army. <br />Lightning crashed and fire rained down from the sky onto the army. For seven long years Tamuramaro and his men roamed the mountains in search of Otakemaru, but could not catch him.<br /><br />The Suzuka Mountains were home to a tennyo—a beautiful goddess named Suzuka Gozen. <br /><br />When Otakemaru saw her, he was enchanted by her beauty and became determined to spend a night in her company. <br /><br />He transformed himself into a beautiful young man, a noble of the court, and other disguises, and night after night traveled to Suzuka Gozen’s palace. </p><p> But every time, his solicitations were denied by the goddess.<br /><br />Frustrated by his inability to find the Otakemaru’s whereabouts, Tamuramaro prayed to the gods and the buddhas to help him. That night, as he dozed off, he had a vision of an old man. “To defeat Otakemaru you must gain the help of Suzuka Gozen,” the old man told him. Tamuramaro sent his army of 30,000 horsemen back to Kyoto and climbed the Suzuka Mountains by himself. Deep in the mountains, he came upon a palace in which lived a beautiful woman. She invited him inside, and he spent the night with her. The woman told Tamuramaro, “I came down from heaven to help you defeat the demon who haunts these mountains. I will capture him for you.” Tamuramaro realized that this beautiful woman must be Suzuka Gozen.<br /><br />Suzuka Gozen led Tamuramaro through the mountains to show him the Otakemaru’s demon castle. <br /><br />She instructed him that Otakemaru could be defeated while he possesses the Sanmyo no ken (Kenmyoren, Daitoren, and Shotoren: three holy swords of great power). Then they traveled back to her palace, where she laid her trap for the oni.<br /><br />The night, Otakemaru came to her again, disguised as usual as handsome young man to ask for her love. Suzuka Gozen invited him inside, and said to him ..A warrior named Tamuramaro is coming here to kill me. Please, lend me the Sanmyo no ken so that I may defend myself.” <br /> </p><p>The oni gave her Daitoren, and Shotoren to defend herself with, but kept Kenmyoren for himself.<br /><br />The following night Otakemaru came once again to Suzuka Gozen’s palace. </p><p> </p><p>Tamuramaro was waiting for him there. Otakemaru revealed his true form to the shogun, transforming into a massive demon who stood over 10 meters tall, with eyes that shined like the sun and the moon. A terrible combat ensued. </p><p><br />Heaven and earth shook with the fury of their battle. Otakemaru attacked Tamuramaro with sword and spear, but the shogun was a holy warrior, protected by the thousand-armed Kannon, bodhisattva of mercy, and Bishamonten, god of war. Otakemaru split his body into thousands of oni, who charged at Tamuramaro. Tamuramaro took from his quiver a single holy arrow and fire it, The arrow split into one thousand arrows which in turn split into ten thousand more and impaled the oni in their faces, killing them. Just then, Otakemaru made a ferocious lunge at Tamuramaro. But the shogun was faster, and he swung his blade Sohaya at the oni’s head, lopping it off.<br /><br />Tamuramaro brought the oni’s head back to Kyoto for the emperor to inspect. </p><p>The emperor was so pleased with the shogun that he granted him Iga <br /><br />Province as a reward. Tamuramaro returned to Iga, married Suzuka Gozen, and the two of them lived happily together for many years.<br /><br />Otakemaru’s reign of terror, however, was not over. His spirit traveled to India for a time, and eventually returned to Japan and haunted Kenmyoren. </p><p> <br />He was able to reform his body and once again became a kijin. He rebuilt his impregnable demon castle on Mount Iwate in Mutsu Province and once again he began to terrorize Japan.<br /><br />Tamuramaro and Suzuka Gozen traveled to Mutsu to meet their nemesis one more time and defeat him once and for all. While Otakemaru was away from his castle, Tamuramaro snuck in through a secret back door that Suzuka Gozen had revealed to him in Otakemaru’s first demon castle. When Otakemaru returned, Tamuramaro was waiting for him. They did battle, and once again Tamuramaro cut Otakemaru’s head clean off. </p><p>The oni’s head flew up into the air and landed upon Tamuramaro’s head and bit down hard. Fortunately, Tamuramaro was wearing two helmets. Though the demon head bit off and swallowed the first one, Tamuramaro was able to escape injury. </p><p>Otakemaru’s head was once more taken back to Kyoto, where it was locked safely away in the treasury <br />of Byodoin.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>theparanormal411http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501303714778731424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550899605057737438.post-21601096027307513282023-11-11T23:11:00.000-08:002023-11-11T23:11:09.484-08:00East Texas Bigfoot Encounter <p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjukvB0xssvtcJIebjFFWE553haZR9t4Pnd1VCJwF-pKN-0IF-IKRfc9MV1Vws74g7ZgNCUbFbacLshKBi5No8IHbJp8OMhZGAqIRgckh5xDLRQ0CYanmevhe6xRESFf959v6lbnLuOw4eo5T9MYbaKBGg4IvGCB94_S9SLXaSEonswEzb866DvJv2vv_I/s735/b58343405bb6d68a301156f5a533fec8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="457" data-original-width="735" height="249" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjukvB0xssvtcJIebjFFWE553haZR9t4Pnd1VCJwF-pKN-0IF-IKRfc9MV1Vws74g7ZgNCUbFbacLshKBi5No8IHbJp8OMhZGAqIRgckh5xDLRQ0CYanmevhe6xRESFf959v6lbnLuOw4eo5T9MYbaKBGg4IvGCB94_S9SLXaSEonswEzb866DvJv2vv_I/w400-h249/b58343405bb6d68a301156f5a533fec8.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="background-color: red;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="background-color: red;">A first hand account of an eyewitness encounter in Lufkin TX </span></p><p><span style="background-color: red;">During October of 1968.</span></p><p><span style="background-color: red;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: red;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: red; color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">On a Friday night, after a date, my girlfriend and I had stopped alongside a heavily wooded dirt road that had been cleared to expand the subdivision where she lived with her parents. The moon was full and the night was very bright. As we talked, I began to feel an odd sensation, as if I were being watched. Apparently she felt something too, because we both suddenly became quiet.</span></p><p style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="background-color: red;"><br />I turned to look out the driver-side window of my car, when I looked straight into the dark face of a very large, man-like, hairy creature which had hunched down to stare at us. It was approximately 6 feet from me. The moonlight shone on the white dirt road behind it, making its silhouette very clear. The oddest thing (as if the creature weren't enough) was that its eyes glowed faintly pale yellow in its dark face. This glow did not appear to be a reflection of moonlight, as the moon was high and to its back. Its shoulders were very broad, and it had no distinct neck - as if its shoulders sloped up to blend into its head. Although stooped on one knee, it was as tall as my car.<br /><br />I noticed all this in a flash (although I'll never forget it), because I quickly turned back to look at my girlfriend. When her eyes caught mine, she lost it and began to scream bloody murder. That settled it for me - I started the car and sped away.<br /><br />After I left her safely at her parents house, I looked up some friends who went back with me to search for the creature. Within an hour, four of us were back waiting on the road. Dogs were barking everywhere. We heard cattle gates being rattled across some fields beyond the woods. We saw nothing.<br /><br />The next day, a friend and I returned to search for tracks. We found none on the packed sand of the road. We did find unusual signs in the woods, but most were indistinct due to a covering of pine straw. Late in the day, as we walked back onto the road, I got the same eerie feeling again. I turned to look back into the woods. The sun was setting through the woods, and I suddenly saw the creature's silhouette between the pine trees. It was following us - silently. I whispered for my friend to look. At first he couldn't see it, and moved back and forth to scan the thicket. The creature mimicked his movements. After it moved, my friend spotted it. Without speaking, we bolted, ran to my car, and drove off.<br /><br />None of us spoke much about it afterwards, although many at our high school heard about it and bothered us with questions. Except for a few friends, I seldom discuss it </span></p><p><span style="background-color: red;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p>theparanormal411http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501303714778731424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550899605057737438.post-80207618363758136772023-10-30T22:57:00.000-07:002023-10-30T22:57:45.443-07:00Aoandon, blue flame spirit <p> <span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: #ffa400;">🦇🎃Happy 👻Halloween🎃🦇</span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpvWDEvPMau3se80BrexE0bRLimmAtPUcFxa0gSAbf-RSyzfz5h9mcv5L0wDCX_viXVNDhR3tc-EHnaGLjGl5D6FiXMsxRcbtcIIHscnNGxP_MaxHmsypudP6TpZ2DM9hNRDV1hewdsePXAYKdvI6HdeP3DldmA63V5XbtnIO6CR0QpywH0taFC_kk/s320/Aoandon1.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="230" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpvWDEvPMau3se80BrexE0bRLimmAtPUcFxa0gSAbf-RSyzfz5h9mcv5L0wDCX_viXVNDhR3tc-EHnaGLjGl5D6FiXMsxRcbtcIIHscnNGxP_MaxHmsypudP6TpZ2DM9hNRDV1hewdsePXAYKdvI6HdeP3DldmA63V5XbtnIO6CR0QpywH0taFC_kk/w288-h400/Aoandon1.webp" width="288" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><b> Happy Halloween 🎃</b></p><p><b> time for ghost story,👻👻👻</b></p><p><br /></p><p><b><br /></b></p><p><b>Halloween is the best time of year for a good ghost story, Enjoy.👻</b></p><p><b>Aoandon</b> (青行燈, <i>Aoandon</i>) is a creature illustrated by Toriyama Sekien in his <i>Konjaku Hyakki Shūi</i>. It was meant to represent the spirit that appeared during Hyakumonogatari Kaidankai meetings, after the last story was told...</p><h2><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="275" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMEbRXQ0IS-QgdjgZ2GQsSERq3FI1Oke8LUrnOfVpd7GZO0sXMSCuptpFO1jrar4VG7tSQRUS4lR4KzGVTS4KharQezF-uwz8RAQSpAocwlf12d18UaROyPCDv-7VjPjx2zPcVAUE76-y579VbDNJQgarO3MZWL8BRaLkQFjvzePrPA82dTJOv7QD8/s320/SekienAoando.webp" width="220" /></div><span class="mw-headline" id="Description"></span></h2>
<p>Long ago during the Edo period, a popular summertime activity among the
aristocratic classes was to gather and tell ghost stories, (<span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">ghost stories in the summer are still a popular pass time in Japan today</span>) hoping the
chill of fear would stave off the intense midsummer heat. These ghost
story telling parties were called hyakumonogatari kaidankai – a
gathering of one hundred ghost stories. </p><p>During these gatherings, one
hundred candles would be lit and placed inside of blue paper lanterns,
called andon, in order to create an eerie atmosphere suitable for
storytelling.</p><p> Throughout the night, guests would take turns telling
progressively scarier stories about yokai, demons, ghosts, and other
strange things. After each story, one candle would be snuffed out, until
finally only the hundredth candle remained, its dim blue light casting
long, creepy shadows, struggling to fill the dark room.
</p><p>According to superstition, as the final candle was snuffed, a
real ghost would appear out of the darkness to attack the participants,
created out of the heightened emotional state and fears of guests. This
ghost was called the ao andon. </p><p>The ao andon is the incarnation of mass human terror, formed out of
the built-up fears of large groups of people. This fear takes the
appearance of a demonic woman with long black hair, blue skin, blackened
teeth, sharp claws, and horns. It wears a white or blue kimono, and
glows with an eerie blue light.
</p><p>The ao andon appears at the end of the gathering, when all of the
lanterns have been snuffed out. It emerges from the smoke of the final
candle and attacks the guests. What exactly it does is a mystery;
whether it slaughters all of the participants in a brutal finale
inspired by the preceding tales, or simply jumps out to give one last
shock before the guests return home has never been recorded. </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsnnrOhSC4MskYmADPFAtkDg1V6IMcbE5nSOhUlvKaxOQ2540hOY_kYU_8rhAOzsuLUD52HAd4LY2LNwJlS0hn5SHzrvYhHY5mzjjlF3WlIyOm4S1aD9lq0gqbKQlOBkv4pVVBTlFtA_eo2pyej5qdUsDec5IPZEk97OsDtOMSgsSjdiWXFs628QTF/s1403/Regina-sandra-n-blue-lantern-yokai-erusane-version-1.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1403" data-original-width="1000" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsnnrOhSC4MskYmADPFAtkDg1V6IMcbE5nSOhUlvKaxOQ2540hOY_kYU_8rhAOzsuLUD52HAd4LY2LNwJlS0hn5SHzrvYhHY5mzjjlF3WlIyOm4S1aD9lq0gqbKQlOBkv4pVVBTlFtA_eo2pyej5qdUsDec5IPZEk97OsDtOMSgsSjdiWXFs628QTF/w285-h400/Regina-sandra-n-blue-lantern-yokai-erusane-version-1.webp" width="285" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>The reason
for this is that by the time the ninety-ninth ghost story had been told,
the guests were usually too frightened to tell the final story, and the
parties usually concluded at that point, before the ao andon could
appear.
</p><p>As the old proverb says (in both English and Japanese): speak of
the devil, and the devil shall appear. It was feared that merely talking
about ghosts and spirits for long enough would cause them to
materialize for real.
</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl59SNaFs7sgjGKYrgVWgdCUshe0mGPJ8mMiYpTb5rKaa-x7Sl7QlYoZ28G6Gpq0wTIU688o5c-CUvua35s5upn2ZWRH6kZLxTI_iTEuciGa6ygA613Q3btGHZjqMI-8Gdsz05d1wFHO5wkgQwdyFpmt6Eh-oppppa7n4D_M3UUP_A2DoRR5HKLlZC/s1061/Aoandon_by_shotakotake-d4g5h3j2.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1061" data-original-width="753" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl59SNaFs7sgjGKYrgVWgdCUshe0mGPJ8mMiYpTb5rKaa-x7Sl7QlYoZ28G6Gpq0wTIU688o5c-CUvua35s5upn2ZWRH6kZLxTI_iTEuciGa6ygA613Q3btGHZjqMI-8Gdsz05d1wFHO5wkgQwdyFpmt6Eh-oppppa7n4D_M3UUP_A2DoRR5HKLlZC/w284-h400/Aoandon_by_shotakotake-d4g5h3j2.webp" width="284" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Hopefully you all enjoyed this month of monster's as much as I did, have a great </p><p>🦇🎃🦇Halloween 🎃🦇🎃</p><p> and the rest of 2023.</p><p><br /></p><p>🦉M.</p>theparanormal411http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501303714778731424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550899605057737438.post-68815038728731512112023-10-30T22:55:00.000-07:002023-10-30T22:55:48.673-07:00Because I could not stop for Death ...<p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjem8ARPUBnBdFygaLBfQaAp2xSW8HTk5_ApB5EhXdvqwR3wfDh07km3c_oJYWlpEdoiBxvxcEJC_vU5ZZTATxf2FFoTHehlFAacAVzv-NwRQAE0QylYY_CIOVSvDQLS_ZgB4W15Prkaudj3uINj67-Fk4RepZrn7kUbZxNhvbDMFSxn2fEdV0x8ruAvGM/s800/27821-cover-9n2svh98q2zw1632758202-600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="800" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjem8ARPUBnBdFygaLBfQaAp2xSW8HTk5_ApB5EhXdvqwR3wfDh07km3c_oJYWlpEdoiBxvxcEJC_vU5ZZTATxf2FFoTHehlFAacAVzv-NwRQAE0QylYY_CIOVSvDQLS_ZgB4W15Prkaudj3uINj67-Fk4RepZrn7kUbZxNhvbDMFSxn2fEdV0x8ruAvGM/w400-h225/27821-cover-9n2svh98q2zw1632758202-600.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><span face="adobe-garamond-pro, Garamond, Baskerville, "Baskerville Old Face", "Hoefler Text", "Times New Roman", serif" style="background-color: white; color: #ffa400; font-size: 18px; text-indent: -18px;">Because I could not stop for Death</span></p><div class="c-feature-sub c-feature-sub_vast" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-family: adobe-garamond-pro, Garamond, Baskerville, "Baskerville Old Face", "Hoefler Text", "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 6px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="c-txt c-txt_attribution" face="canada-type-gibson, "Gill Sans", "Gill Sans MT", Calibri, sans-serif" style="border: 0px; color: #ffa400; display: inline-block; font-size: 0.75rem; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; letter-spacing: 1.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-transform: uppercase; vertical-align: baseline;">BY EMILY DICKINSON</span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="c-txt c-txt_attribution" face="canada-type-gibson, "Gill Sans", "Gill Sans MT", Calibri, sans-serif" style="border: 0px; color: #ffa400; display: inline-block; font-size: 0.75rem; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; letter-spacing: 1.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-transform: uppercase; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="c-txt c-txt_attribution" face="canada-type-gibson, "Gill Sans", "Gill Sans MT", Calibri, sans-serif" style="border: 0px; color: #ffa400; display: inline-block; font-size: 0.75rem; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; letter-spacing: 1.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-transform: uppercase; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="c-txt c-txt_attribution" face="canada-type-gibson, "Gill Sans", "Gill Sans MT", Calibri, sans-serif" style="border: 0px; color: #ffa400; display: inline-block; font-size: 0.75rem; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; letter-spacing: 1.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-transform: uppercase; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span></div></div><div class="c-feature-bd" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-family: adobe-garamond-pro, Garamond, Baskerville, "Baskerville Old Face", "Hoefler Text", "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 1.1875rem; line-height: 1.3; margin: 0px 0px 20px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><div class="o-poem isActive" data-view="PoemView" style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 1.125rem; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; position: relative; vertical-align: baseline;"><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Because I could not stop for Death –<br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">He kindly stopped for me –<br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">The Carriage held but just Ourselves –<br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">And Immortality.<br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">We slowly drove – He knew no haste<br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">And I had put away<br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">My labor and my leisure too,<br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">For His Civility –<br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">We passed the School, where Children strove<br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">At Recess – in the Ring –<br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –<br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">We passed the Setting Sun –<br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Or rather – He passed Us –<br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">The Dews drew quivering and Chill –<br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">For only Gossamer, my Gown –<br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">My Tippet – only Tulle –<br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">We paused before a House that seemed<br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">A Swelling of the Ground –<br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">The Roof was scarcely visible –<br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">The Cornice – in the Ground –<br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet<br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Feels shorter than the Day<br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">I first surmised the Horses' Heads<br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Were toward Eternity</span></div></div></div>theparanormal411http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501303714778731424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550899605057737438.post-42156395579508172312023-10-30T10:49:00.002-07:002023-10-30T21:47:58.890-07:00Japaneses myths: The Vampire Cat<p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgDPgat04s4Oexkztbg0IA4L_fXXquSAIysrekjlT6gfxw10pEKG-_RdRLFs1VaqmoycL5GJk8ntlPXkkaPj7lPXw0YPrAfZZt3tq_A7muuj7Ob3Nio2JvYcVahLbN1tikS0P76PaGeFTbIXdg5TbI84g8IHX8_o0hhtRFxQGlb9ziecmImkjxo1z-e=s810" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="485" data-original-width="810" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgDPgat04s4Oexkztbg0IA4L_fXXquSAIysrekjlT6gfxw10pEKG-_RdRLFs1VaqmoycL5GJk8ntlPXkkaPj7lPXw0YPrAfZZt3tq_A7muuj7Ob3Nio2JvYcVahLbN1tikS0P76PaGeFTbIXdg5TbI84g8IHX8_o0hhtRFxQGlb9ziecmImkjxo1z-e=w400-h240" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><h2> The Vampire Cat </h2><h2> The Cat of Nebeshima.. </h2>
<p>The Prince of Hizen a distinguished member of the Nabéshima
family, lingered in the garden with O Toyo, the favorite among his ladies.
When the sun set they retired to the palace, but failed to notice that
they were being followed by a large cat.
</p><p>O Toyo went to her room and fell asleep. At midnight she awoke and
gazed about her, as if suddenly aware of some dreadful presence in the
apartment. At length she saw, crouching close beside her, a gigantic cat,
and before she could cry out for assistance the animal sprang upon her and
strangled her. The animal then made a hole under the verandah, buried the
corpse, and assumed the form of the beautiful O Toyo.
</p><p>The prince, who knew nothing of what had happened, continued to love
the false O Toyo, unaware that in reality he was caressing a foul beast.
He noticed, little by little, that his strength failed, and it was not
long before he became dangerously ill. Physicians were summoned, but they
could do nothing to restore the royal patient. It was observed that he
suffered most during the night, and was troubled by horrible dreams. This
being so, his councilors arranged that a hundred retainers should sit with
their lord and keep watch while he slept.
</p><p>The watch went into the sickroom, but just before ten o'clock it was
overcome by a mysterious drowsiness. When all the men were asleep the
false O Toyo crept into the apartment and disturbed the prince until
sunrise. Night after night the retainers came to guard their master, but
always they fell asleep at the same hour, and even three loyal councilors
had a similar experience.
</p><p>During this time the prince grew worse, and at length a priest named
Ruiten was appointed to pray on his behalf. One night, while he was
engaged in his supplications, he heard a strange noise proceeding from the
garden. On looking out of the window he saw a young soldier washing
himself. When he had finished his ablutions he stood before an image of
Buddha, and prayed most ardently for the recovery of the prince.
</p><p>Ruiten, delighted to find such zeal and loyalty, invited the young man
to enter his house, and when he had done so inquired his name.
</p><p>"I am Ito Soda," said the young man, "and serve in the infantry of
Nabéshima. I have heard of my lord's sickness and long to have the
honor of nursing him; but being of low rank it is not meet that I should
come into his presence. I have, nevertheless, prayed to the Buddha that my
lord's life may be spared. I believe that the Prince of Hizen is
bewitched, and if I might remain with him I would do my utmost to find and
crush the evil power that is the cause of his illness."
</p><p>Ruiten was so favorably impressed with these words that he went the
next day to consult with one of the councilors, and after much discussion
it was arranged that Ito Soda should keep watch with the hundred
retainers.
</p><p>When Ito Soda entered the royal apartment he saw that his master slept
in the middle of the room, and he also observed the hundred retainers
sitting in the chamber quietly chatting together in the hope that they
would be able to keep off approaching drowsiness. By ten o'clock all the
retainers, in spite of their efforts, had fallen asleep.
</p><p>Ito Soda tried to keep his eyes open, but a heaviness was gradually
overcoming him, and he realized that if he wished to keep awake he must
resort to extreme measures. When he had carefully spread oil-paper over
the mats he stuck his dirk into his thigh. The sharp pain he experienced
warded off sleep for a time, but eventually he felt his eyes closing once
more. Resolved to outwit the spell which had proved too much for the
retainers, he twisted the knife in his thigh, and thus increased the pain
and kept his loyal watch, while blood continually dripped upon the
oil-paper.
</p><p>While Ito Soda watched he saw the sliding doors drawn open and a
beautiful woman creep softly into the apartment. With a smile she noticed
the sleeping retainers, and was about to approach the prince when she
observed Ito Soda. After she had spoken curtly to him she approached the
prince and inquired how he fared, but the prince was too ill to make a
reply. Ito Soda watched every movement, and believed she tried to bewitch
the prince, but she was always frustrated in her evil purpose by the
dauntless eyes of Ito Soda, and at last she was compelled to retire.
</p><p>In the morning the retainers awoke, and were filled with shame when
they learnt how Ito Soda had kept his vigil. The councilors loudly praised
the young soldier for his loyalty and enterprise, and he was commanded to
keep watch again that night. He did so, and once more the false O Toyo
entered the sickroom, and, as on the previous night, she was compelled to
retreat without being able to cast her spell over the prince.
</p><p>It was discovered that immediately the faithful Soda had kept guard,
the prince was able to obtain peaceful slumber, and, moreover, that he
began to get better, for the false O Toyo, having been frustrated on two
occasions, now kept away altogether, and the guard was not troubled with
mysterious drowsiness. Soda, impressed by these strange circumstances,
went to one of the councilors and informed him that the so-called O Toyo
was a goblin of some kind.
</p><p>That night Soda planned to go to the creature's room and try to kill
her, arranging that in case she should escape there should be eight
retainers outside waiting to capture her and dispatch her immediately.
</p><p>At the appointed hour Soda went to the creature's apartment, pretending
that he bore a message from the prince.
</p><p>"What is the message?" inquired the woman.
</p><p>"Kindly read this letter," replied Soda, and with these words he drew
his dirk and tried to kill her.
</p><p>The false O Toyo seized a halberd and endeavored to strike her
adversary. Blow followed blow, but at last perceiving that flight would
serve her better than battle, she threw away her weapon, and in a moment
the lovely maiden turned into a cat and sprang onto the roof. The eight
men waiting outside in case of emergency shot at the animal, but the
creature succeeded in eluding them.
</p><p>The cat made all speed for the mountains, and caused trouble among the
people who lived in the vicinity, but was finally killed during a hunt
ordered by the Prince of Hizen.
</p><p>The prince became well again, and Ito Soda received the honor and
reward he so richly deserved.
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