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« on: 15 April 2005, 13:49:00 »

Reminder 1:
This myth is set in the Black Pine Forest near Eagle Lake in south-western Anatolia. This lake is the venue for a traditional ceremony in memory of Cicek Baba, the dervish saint after whom the mountain is named.

According to legend, a shepherd once left a full jug of water on the mountainside and returned the next day to find it empty. Curious to know who had drunk the water, he and some villagers left another jug and waited to see what would happen. From their hiding places they saw the pale ghost of a figure they thought to be Cicek Baba drinking the water. Cicek Baba was known to be buried somewhere on the mountain in an unmarked grave, so the villagers built a tomb in the hope that his spirit would thereby be laid to rest.

Ever since, the last Thursday of every August has been celebrated as Saint's Day. If there has been a good crop this is attributed to the kindness of Cicek Baba, and local people come to the lake and stay the night here. The following day they make the one hour's walk to the tomb of Cicek Baba where they make sacrifices and offerings.

Only the black pines can say whether the ghost was really that of Cicek Baba. (by Baris Mater, www.leaf-international.or...intromyth)

Reminder 2:
Cooking by Candle
A Sufi Tale from the Middle East

Mula bet some friends he could survive a night on an icy mountain with nothing to warm him. Taking only a book and a candle for some light, he sat through the frigid night. When he came down to claim his winnings, his friends asked, "Did you take anything up there with you to keep warm?"

"No," said Mula, "just a small candle to read by."

"Aha!" they exclaimed, "Then you lose!"

A week later he invited these same friends to a feast. They waited and waited for food. "Dinner's not ready," said Mula, "Come and see why!"

In the kitchen they saw a huge pot of water under which a small candle was burning. Mula said, "Does this remind you of our bet? I've been trying to heat this pot of water over this candle since yesterday and it's not warm yet!"

Reminder 3:
Living Water

This happened a long, long time ago, when the cedar, the fir, and the pine still had needles that yellowed and dropped in the fall instead of staying green all winter.  Once in those olden times, a Tofalar went out into the woods to hunt. He walked and walked, and he came farther than any hunter had ever dared to go. He saw a bog so vast that no beast could have crossed it, no bird could have flown across.

And the Tofalar said to himself:  "If our animals can't run across this bog, and our birds cannot fly across it, what kinds of animals and birds live on the other side?"  The more he thought about it, the more curious he became.  "I must find out," he said to himself. "Whatever happens, I must get there.

And so he took a good running start, and leaped right clear across the bog. He looked around: the same earth, the same grass, the same trees.  "Silly!" he said. "There was no need to jump."  Suddenly his mouth dropped open with wonder.

In a little clearing stood seven harnessed rabbits. They stood quietly, waiting. Then seven people came out of seven burrows in the earth, exactly like all people, only tiny. When the rabbits flattened their ears, the people were taller than the rabbits. When the rabbits' ears stood up, the people were smaller than the rabbits.

"Who are you?" asked the Tofalar. "We are immortal people," said the tiny men. "We wash ourselves in living water, and we never die. And who are you?"  "I am a hunter."  The little men clapped their hands with joy.  "Oh, good! Oh, good!" they cried in chorus.  And one of them, the eldest, with white hair and a long white beard, came forward and said:  "A terrible, huge beast has come into our land. We don't know where it came from. The other day it caught one of our people and killed him. We are immortal, we never die ourselves, but this beast killed one of us. You are a hunter---can you help us in this trouble? Can you hunt down the beast?"

"Why not?" answered the Tofalar, but to himself he wondered: "Will I be able to kill such a frightful beast?"  However, he went out to track the beast. He looked and he looked, but could find nothing except rabbits' footprints. Suddenly, among the rabbit prints he noticed the track of a sable.  "Oh, that's too fine a quarry to miss," he said. "First I will get the sable, and then I'll go on looking for the terrible, huge beast."  He found the sable and killed it. Then he skinned it and went on with his search. He walked the length and breadth of the little people's land, but could not find any trace of the beast.

So he came back to the little people and said to them: "I could not find your terrible, huge beast. All I have found was this sable." And he showed them the little sable skin.  "That's it, that's it!" they cried. "Oo-h, what a huge skin, what thick paws, what terrible, sharp claws!" And the eldest of the little men said to the Tofalar:  "You have saved us and our people! And we shall pay for your kindness with kindness. Wait for us. We'll come to visit you and bring you living water. You'll wash in it and will become immortal too."

The Tofalar jumped back across the bog and went back to his valley and told his people about the little men.  And the Tofalars began to wait for their guests, the immortal little men.

They waited one day, two days, three days, many, many days. But the guests did not come, and the Tofalars forgot about them and their promise.  Winter came. Everything around was frozen. And the bog was covered with a coat of ice.

One day the village women went to the woods to gather firewood. Suddenly they saw a little herd of rabbits galloping their way. They looked again, and saw that every rabbit was saddled, and in every saddle sat a tiny man with a little pitcher in his hands. The women burst out laughing at the sight.

"Look, look!" they cried to one another. "They are riding on rabbits!"  "And look at the little men, how funny!"

"Oh, what a joke!"  "Oh, I'll die laughing!"  Now, the immortal people were a proud race. They took offense at this reception. The one in front, with white hair and a long beard, shouted something to the others, and all of them spilled out the contents of their pitchers onto the ground. Then the rabbits turned and hopped away so fast that you could only see their white tails flicker.  And so the Tofalars never got the living water. It went instead to the pine, the cedar, and the fir. And this is why they are fresh and green all through the year. Their needles never die.

"This ingenuity often manifests as mischievousness, and Aohu'o Brownies have raised the practical joke to an art form. Whenever you see a group of Brownies tying up intruders, trapping them in nets, or playing jokes on them, it is certain that they are members of a band of the Aohu'o tribe. Many of them are also excellent riders, choosing rabbits or other small animals as their steeds.

Lifemagic, where it is found, is strong among the Aohu'o, but not as organized as among the LLaoihrr. Many Redbarks, having the most lifemagic potential, end up becoming shamans, while the remainder are scattered, with only a small handful being found in any one band.

Aohu'o Brownies are great friends of the drasil, to their mutual benefit. The adult drasil protect the band, while the young are protected from predators by the band."

Edited by: Coren FrozenZephyr at: 4/15/05 17:26

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