A myth

The Origin of Light

 

Native American Lore

 



In the early times, there was only darkness; there was no light at all. At the edge of the sea a woman lived with her father. One time she went out to get some water. As she was scraping the snow, she saw a feather floating toward her. She opened her mouth and the feather floated in and she swallowed it. From that time she was pregnant.

Then she had a baby. It’s mouth was a raven’s bill. The woman tried hard to find toys for her child. In her father’s house was hanging a bladder that was blown up. This belonged to the woman’s father. Now the baby, whose name was tulugaak (Raven), pointed at it and cried for it. The woman did not wish to give it to him but he cried and cried. At last she gave in and took the bladder down from the wall and let the baby play with it. But in playing with it, he broke it. Immediately, it began to get light. Now there was light in the world, and darkness, too.

When the woman’s father came home, he scolded his daughter for taking the bladder down from the wall and giving it to the child. And when it was light, tulugaak had disappeared.


an Alaskan Myth from the Inuit

 

There is always some truth behind myths, some knowledge which one receives from the heavens to share for eternity… a tale to live forever in our minds… to grow in thought and escape into freedom… Words to inspire great vision… a great vision we can journey towards… it is in these visions, these myths… these tales which inspire us to bring forth salvation and great possibilities…


Let us create through thought… let us live through visions… let us believe in myths and fairy tales… We were given our minds… our hearts… the capacity for such greatness…Let us believe in something…

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4 responses to “A myth

  1. Very good. Thank-you for sharing this story and it’s wisdom.

    ~mark~ it is I who should thank you for all the wisdom you have shared with so many for so long… thank you

  2. Thanks Enreal!

    An inspiring call to Vision and realization.

    Wisdom is never finished.

    We each have a call placed to us from the Spirit of Being. We each express an essential ingredient unique to our life, into what is all of Life’s common heritage.

    …and then Love became forever known.

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