Links of the site are right at the bottom of the page)
Some of the 86 pages in this Myth & Lore section are below.
The rest will be found HERE
Story of the Spiritlands
Many lifetimes ago lived a young
warrior whose bride died on the eve of their wedding ceremony.
Her death left a deep hole in this great warrior and the young
man inconsolable. He was unable to eat or sleep. He didn't want
to hunt or participate with the tribe. You could find him simply
sitting at the grave of his bride.
On a particular day he overheard
some elders speaking about the path to the spirit world. He
carefully listened and memorized the directions to the most
minute detail. He had heard that the spirit world was far to
the south, so immediately he headed out on his journey. Several
weeks passed and he still saw no change to the earths ground
to indicate that the spirit world was near.
Finally he walked from the edge of
the forest and saw the most beautiful plain he had ever seen.
In the distance was a small structure where an ancient Shaman
lived who was a gate keeper to the realms. The Warrior approached
the Shaman asking for directions. The old Shaman knew exactly
who this young Warrior was and whom he sought. He knew that
his bride had passed by only a day before and in order to follow
her, the Warrior would have to leave his body behind and walk
forward in his spirit form. The spirit world itself could only
be reached by crossing a large lake by canoes waiting on this
shore. However, the old Shaman warned him not to speak to his
bride until they were both safely on the island of the spirits.
Soon the Shaman recited some ancient
chants and the Warrior felt his spirit leave his earthly form.
Now walking in spirit form, sitting along the shore sat a birch
bark canoe that waited for their passage. Not a stone's throw
away was his bride, entering her own canoe. As he made his way
across the water and looked at her, he saw that she duplicated
his every stroke. Why didn't they travel together? And the Shaman's
voice could be heard echoing across the waters, "A soul
can only enter the spirit world alone and be judged upon on
their own life's choices."
Midway through the journey, a great
storm rose on the great lake. It tossed and churned in a way
the young Warrior had never seen. Some of the spirits in canoes
could be seen being swept away by the storm. Their lives proving
them to be unworthy of the Spirit Land. Since both the young
Warrior and his bride were good people, they made it through
the storms violence easily and soon the water calmed and rested
and looked like glass beneath a brightly lit sky.
The Spirit Land is a beautiful place
where it is always blooming with vibrant colored flowers and
cloudless skies, never too warm or too cold. The young Warrior
reached out to his bride on the shore gently taking her hand
in his. They had not walked ten steps together when Creator
quietly spoke to them. He told them that the young Warrior must
return as he came, for it was not his time to be at the Spirit
Lands yet. He was instructed to carefully trace his steps back
to his body, step back into it and then return homelands. He
listened to Creator's words walking back towards his home. He
did so joyfully and in his lifetime became a great chief, holding
in his heart that he would see his bride once again and they
would reunite in the Spirit Lands when time was to be.
Copyright: Cinnamon Moon & River WildFire Moon (Founders.)
All rights reserved.
constructed by Dragonfly