Wednesday, 12 November 2014

Lost Places of Legend

There are a wealth of tales about fabulous places - cities built entirely of gold, gardens which can only compare with paradise, castles of mythical kings, islands inhabited by advanced civilisations, and whole continents - which have disappeared from living memory.  Yet these places live on in, immortalised in mythology and legend, some of which we'll explore here.     

El Dorado - A City Paved With Gold




Eldorado by Edgar Allan Poe

Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a son,
In search of Eldorado.

But he grew old -
This knight so bold -
And o'er his heart a shadow -
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.

And, as his strength
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow -
'Shadow,' said he,
'Where can it be -
This land of Eldorado?'

'Over the Mountains
Of the Moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,'
The shade replied, -
'If you seek for Eldorado!'

Man's lust for gold spans the centuries and the discovery of gold only increased the insatiable desire to have more of it.  This lust for wealth gave rise to one of the most enduring legends in memory.  That of the fabled lost city of Eldorado, where the very streets are paved in gold.  Throughout the 16th and 17th century numerous explorers have gone in search of this gilded city, wasting money and lives in the process, yet none have found it.  And for good reason.


The legend of Eldorado or El Dorado, meaning 'the gilded one' or 'the gilded man' in Spanish, can be traced back to the 1530s when the Spanish conquistador Gonzalo Jimenex de Quesade discovered the Muisca tribe.  And here he met the Gilded Man.  Quezada returned with this fabulous story  and, in 1541, Francisco Orellana and Gongzalo Pizarro left Quito to find El Dorado.  Only they didn't find a city paved with gold.  Instead, they documented the following ceremony:

    The ceremony took place on the appointment of a new ruler. Before taking office, he spent some time secluded in a cave, without women, forbidden to eat salt and chill pepper, or to go out during daylight. The first journey he had to make was to go to the great lagoon of Guatavita, to make offerings and sacrifices to the demon which they worshipped as their god and lord. During the ceremony which took place at the lagoon, they made a raft of rushes, embellishing and decorating it with the most attractive things they had. They put on it four lighted braziers in which they burned much moque, which is the incense of these natives, and also resin and many other perfumes. The lagoon was large and deep, so that a ship with high sides could sail on it, all loaded with an infinity of men and women dressed in fine plumes, golden plaques and crowns... As soon as those on the raft began to burn incense, they also lit braziers on the shore, so that the smoke hid the light of day.


    At this time they stripped the heir to his skin, and anointed him with a sticky earth on which they placed gold dust so that he was completely covered with this metal. They placed him on the raft ... and at his feet they placed a great heap of gold and emeralds for him to offer to his god. In the raft with him went four principal subject chiefs, decked in plumes, crowns, bracelets, pendants and ear rings all of gold. They, too, were naked, and each one carried his offering.... when the raft reached the center of the lagoon, they raised a banner as a signal for silence. The gilded Indian then... [threw] out all the pile of gold into the middle of the lake, and the chiefs who had accompanied him did the same on their own accounts. ... After this they lowered the flag, which had remained up during the whole time of offering, and, as the raft moved towards the shore, the shouting began again, with pipes, flutes, and large teams of singers and dancers. With this ceremony the new ruler was received, and was recognized as lord and king.



With every telling the story grew and grew until the ceremony transformed and the Gilded One became the Gilded King of a city where everything was built of gold.  A city so rich that that King could wear the the dust of gold, seeing all other ornaments or fine clothing as vulgar.  And so the legend of the lost City of Eldorado was born. 

He went about all covered with powdered gold as casually as if it were powdered salt.  For it seemed to him that to wear any other finery was less beautiful, and that to put on ornaments or arms made of gold worked by hammering, stamping, or by other means was a vulgar and common thing.

However, the location of this mythical land shifted from place to place and, no matter where the explorers and gold hunters searched, it always seemed to be out of reach.  Attempts to drain Lake Guatavita, which was believed to be the same as that used during the ceremony, occurred twice in the 16th century and twice again in the 1800s.  However, all attempts were fruitless.  And to this day the endless riches of El Dorado remain a legend.


If you would like to know more about the legend of El Dorado and the origins of that legend, take a look at some of the following sources:

Conquistadors: Searching for El Dorado, the terrifying Spanish conquest of the Aztec and Inca empires by John Pemberton
Sir Walter Ralegh and the Quest for El Dorado by Marc Aronson
Eldorado! The Archaeology of Gold Mining in the Far North edited by Catherine Holder Spude, Robin O. Mills, Karl Gurcke, and Roderick Sprague
Travel Amazing South America
Ancient History Encyclopedia
National Geographic - El Dorado Legend
NewMyths.com



The Castle of Camelot

Camelot is the famous legendary castle of the medieval stories of King Arthur.  It is said that it was where Arthur held his court, where he sat with his Knights of the Round Table, where the quest for the Holy Grail first began.  Camelot  has come to symbolise the very centre of the world of King Arthur.


Upon a certain Ascension Day King Arthur had come from Caerleon, and had held a very magnificent court at Camelot as was fitting on such a day.
                                                                                                        Chrétien de Troyes

This is the first mention of the mythical city of Camelot and comes from Chrétien de Troyes Lancelot or 'Knight of the Cart', written between 1170 and 1185.  From this one sentence, an entire legend was created.  The famous Camelot castle, where legend states King Arthur held his court, is regarded by most scholars as being entirely fictional.  However, arguments for the 'real Camelot' have been ongoing since the 15th century.  And one has to wonder how such a small mention of Camelot turned into a full blown legend.

The answer: Embellishment, embellishment and more embellishment!


 The next time we hear of Camelot, it is within the literature of Thomas Malory, first published in 1485.  Here he mentions 'a castle called Camelot' where 'the king would let make a council-general and a great jousts.'  In the same literature it becomes 'the city of Camelot' and before long it has a location: 'the City of Camelot, that is in English Winchester.'  And before you know it, Camelot becomes more than a city and turns into 'the land of Camelot,...'  Despite the many mentions of this legendary place within Malory's Le Morte D'Arthur, there's not a single detailed description of Camelot.


Within the minds of those that have searched for this legendary place, the image of Camelot is drawn from Geoffrey of Monmouths Historia Regum Britanniae, written in around 1136 Historia Regum Britanniae, where he writes:

...the City of Legions (Caerleon) as a proper place for his purpose.  For besides its great wealth above the other cities, its situation.... was most pleasant...  For on one side it was washed by that noble river, so that the kings and prince from the countries beyond the seas might have the convenience of sailing up to it.  On the other side, the beauty of the meadows and groves, and magnificence of the royal palaces with lofty gilded roofs that adorned it, made it even rival the grandeur of Rome.  It was also famous for two churches, whereof one was build in honour of the martyr Julius, and adorned with a choir of virgins... but the other.... was the third metropolitan church of Britain.  Besides, there was a college of two hundred philosophers....  In this place, therefore, which afforded such delights,  were preparations made for the ensuing festival.


Through embellishment and the combining of different stories Camelot has become a most enduring legendary place which, despite countless searches and many, many theories of the possible locations  - Camboglanna, Cadbury Castle and Winchester to name a few -, has not and may never be found.

If you're interest in finding out about the possible locations of Camelot and the legends of King Arthur, it's worth looking at some of the following sources:

The Official Graham Phillips Website
Castles and Palaces of the World
Revealing King Arthur: Swords, Stones and Digging for Camelot by Christopher Gidlow 
Finding King Arthur by Adam Ardrey
Arthur and the Lost Kingdoms by Alistar Moffat

The Hanging Gardens of Babylon

Babylon is the most famous city of ancient Mesopotamia, whose ruins lie in modern Iraq and owes its fame to the many references contained within the Bible.  While we know without doubt that Babylon existed, the same cannot be said about it's hanging gardens.


The Hanging Gardens of Babylon have been described as one of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World and is believed to have been built on the banks of the river Euphrates in around 600BC.  However, it is the only Wonder which is yet to be located, if it existed at all.  With contradictory documentation and no remaining evidence of these gardens to be seen, some would say that the Hanging Gardens of Babylon are nothing but myth and imagination.

The Hanging Gardens of Babylon were first described in the 3rd century BC by Berossus.  Unfortunately the original account no longer exists.  However, his description of the gardens was copied by later historians, including Flavius Josephus, in his books Contra Apionem or Against Apion, and Antiquities of the Jews.  The following quote it taken from the Contra Apionem:


In this palace he (Nebuchadnezzar II) erected very high walks, supported by stone pillars; and by planting what was called a pensile paradise, and replenishing it with all sorts of trees, he rendered the prospect an exact resemblance of a mountain country.  This he did to gratify his queen, because she had been brought up in Media, and was fond of a mountainous situation.


The Hanging Gardens are mentioned again in the 23 volume Persica by Ctesis of Cnidus in around 400 BC.  Again, this literature no longer exists, but was copied in detail by Diodorus Siculus in Book II of Bibbiotheca historica (Historical Library), a quote of which follows:

Beside the citadel was the building known as the Hanging Garden. This wooded enclosure was square in shape with sides four hundred feet long, and sloped like a hillside with terrace built on terrace as they are in a theater. During the building of the terraces galleries were built underneath them which carried the entire weight of the gardens, each rising a little above the one before it on the ascent. The uppermost gallery, which was 75 feet high, supported the highest level of the garden, and this was the same height as the battlements of the city-wall. The walls of this structure, which cost a fortune to build, were 22 feet thick, and were separated by passages 10 feet wide. The galleries were roofed with stone beams 16 feet long and 4 feet wide. Above these beams there was first a layer of reeds set in great quantities of bitumen, then two courses of baked brick bounded with cement, and then a covering of lead so that moisture from the soil would not be able to sink through. On this was piled earth, deep enough to contain the roots of the largest trees, and when it was leveled over, the garden was planted with all sorts of trees which would appeal to those who saw them either by their great size or by the beauty of their appearance. Because of their arrangement the galleries were all open to the light, and contained royal apartments of all kinds. One gallery had shafts leading from the highest level and machinery for raising water in great quantities from the river and supplying it to the gardens. This machinery was entirely enclosed, and so could not be seen from the outside. 



And then, in around 310-301 BC, Clitarchus, in his History of Alexander which only today survives in fragments, gave the following account of the Gardens, which was later reproduced by Quintus Curtius Rufus in 31-41 AD:

The Babylonians also have a citadel 3,7 kilometers in circumference. The foundations of its turrets are sunk ten meters into the ground and the fortifications rise 24 meters above it at the highest point. On its summit are the hanging gardens, a wonder celebrated by the fables of the Greeks. They are as high as the top of the walls and owe their charm to the shade of many trees. The columns supporting the whole edifice are built of rock, and on top of them is a flat surface of squared stones strong enough to bear the deep layer of earth placed upon it and the water used for irrigating it.



While it's impossible to say with absolute certainty that the Hanging Gardens of Babylon did once exist, the above accounts along with many others make it very difficult to say that they are pure imagination.  However, there is not a single mention of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon in the Babylon cuneiform records, and this makes scholars question its very existence.  While many will conclude that the Hanging Gardens once existed, physical evidence remains elusive, with many believed that they were destroyed by several earthquakes in around 226BC, making them the stuff of legend.

For detailed information on the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, check out the following sources:

Art History with Michelli
The Mystery of the Hanging Garden of Babylon: An Elusive World Wonder Traced by Stephanie Dalley
Legends of the Ancient World: The Life and Legacy of King Nebuchadnezzar II by Charles River Editors
Ancient History Encyclopedia

Iram - The Atlantis of the Sand

And the 'Ad, they were destroyed by a furious Wind,
exceedingly violent;
He made it rage against them seven nights and eight days
in succession: so that thou couldst see the (whole) people
lying prostrate in its (path),
as they had been roots of hollow palm-trees tumbled
down!
Then seest thou any of them left surviving?

        (Surat  al-Haaqqa: 6-8, The Qur'an)


Iram of the Pillars, also known as Ubar amongst other names, is a mythical lost city said to reside somewhere in the Rub' al Khali desert, also known as the Empty-quarter.  Associated with the people of Ad, this Atlantis of the Sands was believed to consist of castles made of gold, silver and precious gems with rivers flowing beneath them.  First appearing in the Quran, Iram of the Pillars was later described in the book Arabian Nights.



Muhammad, preaching in Mecca in around 640-650 said of the destruction of the people of Ad and with them Iram of the Pillars:

Arrogant and unjust were the men of 'Ad.  'Who is mightier than we?' they used to say.  Could they not see that Allah, who had created them, was mightier than they?  Yet they denied our revelations.  So over a few ill-omened days, We let loose on them a howling gale, that they might taste a dire punishment in this life; but more terribled will be the punishment of the life to come.' 
In the Quran the following is written of the destruction of Iram of the Pillars and its people: 'When morning came there was nothing to be seen besides their ruined dwellings.  Thus We reward the wrongdoers.



By medieval times, the tale of the rise and fall of Iram had been told and retold countless times and were soon written into the fabric of Arabian Nights with many addition details.  The following is an extract from Sir Richard Burton's 1850 translation of The Arabian Nights:

    IT is related that Abdullah bin Abi Kilabah went forth in quest of a she-camel which had strayed from him, and as he was wandering in the deserts of Al-Yaman and the district of Saba, behold, he came a great city girt by a vast castle around which were palaces and pavilions that rose high into middle air. He made for the place thinking to find there folk of whom he might ask concerning his she-camel. But when he reached it, he found it desolate, without a living soul in it. So (quoth he) I alighted and, hobbling my dromedary, and composing my mind, entered into the city.
    Now when I came to the castle, I found it had two vast gates (never in the world was seen their like for size and height) inlaid with all manner jewels and jacinths, white and red, yellow and green. Beholding this, I marveled with great marvel and thought the case mighty wondrous. Then, entering the citadel in a flutter of fear and dazed with surprise and affright, I found it long and wide, about equaling Al-Medinah in point of size. And therein were lofty palaces laid out in pavilions all built of gold and silver and inlaid with many colored jewels and jacinths and chrysolites and pearls. And the door leaves in the pavilions were like those of the castle for beauty, and their floors were strewn with great pearls and balls, no smaller than hazelnuts, of musk and ambergris and saffron.
    Now when I came within the heart of the city and saw therein no created beings of the Sons of Adam, I was near swooning and dying for fear. Moreover, I looked down from the great roofs of the pavilion chambers and their balconies and saw rivers running under them, and in the main streets were fruit-laden trees and tall palms, and the manner of their building was one brick of gold and one of silver. So I said to myself, "Doubtless this is the Paradise promised for the world to come." Then I loaded me with the jewels of its gravel and the musk of its dust as much as I could carry, and returned to my own country, where I told the folk what I had seen.

                                                              The Arabian Nights Translated by Sir Richard Burton 1850


It is believed that Iram or Ubar was destroyed suddenly by some great cataclysmic event.  However, accounts of this destruction vary.  Some speak of an 'icy gale, turbulent with dust', with the 'Barren Wing that is ultimately unleashed  [being] supremely violent'.  This has 'the characteristics of a tornado, an all-but-unknown phenomenon in southern Arabia.'

Other accounts tells us that Iram/Ubar was destroyed by a 'Divine Shout', and others tells us that destruction came when 'suddenly the earth opened around it and Iram, bathed in a strange twilight, began to sink slowly down until the whole city was completely swallowed up.  All that remained was an endless wilderness of empty, shifting sands across which the winds moaned and howled.'
Whatever the case, Iram or Ubar or even the Atlantis of the Sands remains a legend and the location, for now, remains a mystery.


If you want to know more about the lost city of Iram, check out the following sources:


Perished Nations by Hârun Yahya
The A to Z of Prophets in Islam and Judaism By Scott B. Noegel, Brannon M. Wheeler
The Road to Ubar: Finding the Atlantis of the Sands by Nicholas Clapp


That's it for today.  Tomorrow we will look at more Lost Places of Legend.  Until next time..



Other Useful Resources

Encyclopedia of Imaginary and Mythical Places by Theresa Bane
Seven Wonders of the Ancient World













Tuesday, 11 November 2014

Mythology and Legend of Natural Disasters - Part Four - The Great Flood

For forty days the flood kept coming on the earth, and as the waters increased they lifted the ark high above the earth.  The waters rose and increased greatly on the earth, and the ark floated on the surface of the water.  They rose greatly on the earth, and all the high mountains under the entire heavens were covered.  The waters rose and covered the mountains to the depth of more than fifteen cubits.  Every living thing that moved on land perished - birds, livestock, wild animals, all the creatures that swarm over the earth, and all mankind.  Everything on dry land that had the breath of life in its nostrils died.  Every living thing on the face of the earth was wiped out; people and animals and the creatures that move along the ground and the birds were wiped from the earth.  Only Noah was left, and those with him in the ark.
The waters flooded the earth for a hundred and fifty days.

                    -  Genesis 17-24



The story of a Great Flood in mythology is a myth shared among many cultures aross the globe, but if you were to think of one example it would probably be Noah and the Great Flood or, perhaps, Noah's Ark.  There are, however, many others - from the Babylonian Epic of Gilgamesh to the Dreamtime Flood of Australia.  In many of these places, the Great Flood myth has its roots in real history, although the flood itself may not have been as great as it is portrayed.  Let's take a look at some of these flood myths from a variety of different cultures and see how similar they are to the most well known Noah and the Great Flood.


While Noah's Ark is the most well known story it is, by no means, the oldest.  The Great Flood, myth dates back to Sumerian times, with this particular myth going right the way back to the 7th century BC.  The story, in this case a poem, tells us of the creation of both animals and humans, along wth the five cities Eridu, Badtibira, Larak, Sippar, and Shuruppak.  It goes on to say that the gods had decreed there would be a flood which would wipe out humanity.  One of the gods, probably the water god Enki, decides that he will save mankind and tells Ziusundra (the Noah of this poem) to build a boat in order to save himself.

All the windstorms, exceedingly powerful, attacked as one,
The deluge raged over the surfaces of the earth.
After, for seven days and seven nights,
The deluge had raged in the land,
And the huge boat had been tossed about on the great waters,
Utu came forth, who sheds light on heaven and earth.
Ziusudra opened a window of the huge boat,
Ziusudra, the king,
Before Utu prostrated himself,
The king kills an ox, slaughters a sheep.


Unfortunately, large parts of the poem have been destroyed and much of it is missing.  However, it does make apparent the similarities between the ancient Sumerian myth and that of Noah's Ark.


The Babylonian Epic of Gilgamesh, however, is detailed and mostly complete, with striking similarities to the Genesis version.  I'll just give you a quote here, but the can read the complete version here http://www.sacred-texts.com/ane/mba/mba15.htm.  In this tale, which was written in the 7th century BC, Utnapishtim tells Gilgamesh, who is searching for immortality, of how te god Ea, had warned him of the coming of the Great Flood and instructed him to build a boat to save himself and his family and his livelihood. 

     At the dawn of day I saw rising athwart the heavens a dark cloud, and in the midst of it Ramman thundered.  Nebo and Merodach went in front, speeding like emissaries over hills and plains.  The cables of the ship let loose.
     The Ninip, the tempest god, came night, and the storm broke in fury before him.  All the earth spirits leapt up with flaming torches and the whole land was aflare.  The thunder god swept over the heavens, blotting out the sunlight and bringing thick darkness.  Rain poured down the whole day long, and the earth was covered with water; the rivers were swollen; the land was in confusion; men stumbled about in the darkness, battling with the elements.  Brothers were unable to see brothers; no man could recognize his friends...  The spirits above looked down and beheld the rising flood and were afraid: they fled away, and in the heaven of Anu they crouched like to hounds in the protecting enclosures.
     In time Ishtar, the lady of the gods, cried out distressfully, saying: 'The elder race both perished and turned to clay because that I have consented to evil counsel in the assembly of the gods.  Alas!  I have allowed my people to be destroyed.  I gave being to man, but where is he?  Like the offspring of fish he cumbers the deep.'
     The earth spirits were weeping with Ishtar: the sat down cowering with tightened lips and spake not; they mourned in silence.
     Six days and six night went past, and the tempest raged over the waters which gradually covered the land.  But when the seventh day came, the wind fell, the whirling waters grew peaceful, and the sea retreated.  The storm was over and the rain of destruction had ceased.  I looked forth.  I called aloud over the waters.  But all mankind had perished and turned to clay.  Where fields had been I saw marshes only.



In the Hindu mythology of India, contained within the Matsya Purana and Shatapatha Brahmana, we are told of Manu, who is washinig his hands in a river when a fish swims into his hands and begs him to save its life.  Manu puts the fish into a jar, which the fish soon outgrows.  So Manu puts the fish into a tank and, when it outgrows the tank, into a river and finally into the ocean.  At this point the fish warns Manu of the coming deluge and tells him to build a boat:


Along the ocean in that stately ship was borne the lord of men, and through
Its dancing, tumbling billows, and its roaring waters; and the bark,
Tossed to and fro by violent winds, reeled on the surface of the deep,
Staggering and trembling like a drunken woman.  Land was seen no more.
No far horizon, nor the space between; for everywhere around
Spead the wild waste of waters, reeking atmosphere, and boundless sky.
And now when all the world was deluged, nought appeared above the waves
But Manu and the seven sages, and the fish that drew the bark.
Unwearied, thus for years on years the fish propelled the ship across
The heaped-up waters, till at length it bore the vessel to the peak
Of Himavān; then softly smiling, thus the fish addressed the sage:
 'Haste, now, to bind thy ship to this high crag. Know me, the lord of all,
 The great Creator Brahmā, mightier than all might, omnipotent.


The whole version of the Hindu Great Flood can be found here.

In Ancient Greece, Poseidon was one of the three greatest deities, with the power to summon earthquakes and storms.  If he felt slighted or angry, Poseidon might even release a great flood, as occurs in the following myth:


Poseidon and the Flood

     The gods vied for power over Greece's largest city and its surrounding area, known as Attica.  Athena and Poseidon were especially keen to be named patron deity of the city, and to decide which one of them would win the title, they declared that they would compete to provide the people there with the greatest gift.
     Poseidon went to the Acropolis (the hill overlooking Athens) and struck the ground with his trident, whereupon a spring of salt water began to flow.  Athena made a much more useful gift, the first  olive tree, planting it on the Acropolis.  But to make the final decision fair, Zeus called together all the gods to hear evidence, including testimony form Cecrops, king of Attica, who confirmed that Athena's tree was indeed the first olive tree ever seen on the Acropolis.  Athena won the day, and has been the goddess of Athens ever since.
     Poseidon was furious at the other gods' decision and brought down his trident on the Aegean Sea with an almighty crash.  A great wave rose up and cascaded over the plain of Eleusis where Athens stood.  Although flooded for a long time, the city finally recovered, and the Athenians could once more enjoy food, oil, and wood from Athen's olive trees.


There are a large number of Mesoamerican flood myths which have been recorded in written form or passed down through the generations orally.  The Aztec myth in particular has its similarities with Noah's Ark.



Tata and Nena - An Aztec legend

During the era of the fourth sun, the Sun of Water, the people grew very wicked and stopped worshiping the gods.  The gods became very angry and the God of the rains, Tlaloc, decreed that there would be a flood which would destroy the world.  However, there was one devout couple which were deserving of life - Tata and Nena.  Tlaloc warned the couple of the coming deluge.  He instructed them to hollow out an enormous log and to hide inside it with two ears of corn for them to eat.
Tata and Nega did as they were instructed and, when the rains came, they hid inside the enormous hollow log.  When the rains subsided, Tata and Nena directed the log to dry land and here they caught a fish.  But Tlaloc was very angry with them.  He'd told them to eat only the ears of corn they'd taken with them.  So Tata and Nena were transformed into dogs.  The gods soon destroyed the world and brought in the era of the Fifth Sun.


The planets altered their courses, the Earth fell to pieces, and the water in its bosom rushed upwards with violence and overflowed the earth.
            From China's Imperial Library

Chinese mythology relates how the Emperor of Heaven, Tien Ti, wanted to destroy humanity with a worldwide flood.  The text tells us that the god Yeu took pity on the downing men and sent a giant turtle to save them before turning the turtle into new land.
Another Chinese text tells us the following:

The pillars supporting the sky crumbled, and the chains from which the earth was suspended shivered to pieces.  Sun, moon, and stars poured down into the northwest, where the sky became low; rivers, seas, rushed down to the southeast, where the earth sank.  A great conflagration burst out.  Flood raged.


Slovenia have a myth of how the laziness of the first people was the cause of a great flood which killed everyone but the watchman, Kranyatz.

The Great Flood of Slovenia


     The first humans enjoyed a life of paradisical ease in a valley where everything grew without the need for toil.  The valley was irrigated by seven rivers that flowed from an egg, and was surrounded by high mountains.  The people became very lazy and complacent: they could not even be bothered to pick the bread that grew on the trees, but instead set fire to the trees so that the bread fell into their hands.  The people decided to break the egg and each take as much water as they wanted.  The egg split with a roar like thunder and water poured from it, filling the valley, until there was nothing but an enormous lake.
     All the people died except Kranyatz, the watchman on guard on the highest mountain top.  Kurent stretched down and held out his walking stick - a vine - to save Kranyatz, who clung to its tendrils for nine years until the flood waters receded, nourishing himself in the meantime on the vine's grapes.


The Australian Aborigines also have a Great Flood legend.  This is one of my favourites and tells of a drought which preceded the Great Flood after the water had been swallowed by an enormous frog.



A Legend of the Great Flood


    In the dream-time, a terrible drought swept across the land.  The leaves of the trees turned brown and fell from the branches, the flowers drooped their heads and died, and the green grass qithered as though the spirit from the barren mountain had breathed upon it with a breath of fire.  When the hot wind blew, the dead reeds rattled in the river bed, and the burning sands shimmered like a silver lagoon.
    All the water had left the rippling creeks, and deep, still water holes. In the clear blue sky the sun was a mass of molten gold; the clouds no longer drifted across the hills, and the only darkness that fell across the land was the shadow of night and death.
    After many had died of thirst, all the animals in the land met together in a great council to discover the cause of the drought. They travelled many miles. Some came from the bush, and others from the distant mountains.
    The sea-birds left their homes in the cliffs where the white surf thundered, and flew without resting many days and nights. When they all arrived at the chosen meeting place in Central Australia, they discovered that a frog of enormous size had swallowed all the water in the land, and thus caused the drought. After much serious discussion, it was decided that the only way to obtain the water again was to make the frog laugh. The question now arose as to which animal should begin the performance, and, after a heated argument, the pride of place was given to the Kookaburra.
    The animals then formed themselves into a huge circle with the frog in the centre. Red kangaroos, grey wallaroos, rock and swamp wallabies, kangaroo rats, bandicoots, native bears and ring-tailed possums all sat together. The emu and the native companion forgot their quarrel and the bell bird his chimes. Even a butcher bird looked pleasantly at a brown snake, and the porcupine forgot to bristle. A truce had been called in the war of the bush.
    Now, the Kookaburra, seated himself on the limb of a tree, and, with a wicked twinkle in his eye, looked straight at the big, bloated frog, ruffled his brown feathers, and began to laugh. At first, he made a low gurgling sound deep in his throat, as though he was smiling to himself, but gradually he raised his voice and laughed louder and louder until the bush re-echoed with the sound of his merriment. The other animals looked on with very serious faces, but the frog gave no sign. He just blinked his eyes and looked as stupid as only a frog can look.
    The Kookaburra continued to laugh until he nearly choked and fell off the tree, but all without success. The next competitor was a frill-lizard. It extended the frill around its throat, and, puffing out its jaws, capered up and down. But there was no humor in the frog; he did not even look at the lizard, and laughter was out of the question. It was then suggested that the dancing of the native companion might tickle the fancy of the frog. So the native companion danced until she was tired, but all her graceful and grotesque figures failed to arouse the interest of the frog.
    The position was very serious, and the council of animals was at its wits' end for a reasonable suggestion. In their anxiety to solve the difficulty, they all spoke at once, and the din was indescribable. Above the noise could be heard a frantic cry of distress. A carpet snake was endeavoring to swallow a porcupine. The bristles had stuck in his throat, and a kookaburra, who had a firm grip of his tail, was making an effort to fly away with him.
    Close by, two bandicoots were fighting over the possession of a sweet root, but, while they were busily engaged in scratching each other, a possum stole it. They then forgot their quarrel and chased the possum, who escaped danger by climbing a tree and swinging from a branch by his tail. In this peculiar position he ate the root at his leisure, much to the disgust of the bandicoots below.
    After peace and quiet had been restored, the question of the drought was again considered. A big eel, who lived in a deep water hole in the river, suggested that he should be given an opportunity of making the frog laugh. Many of the animals laughed at the idea, but, in despair, they agreed to give him a trial. The eel then began to wriggle in front of the frog. At first he wriggled slowly, then faster and faster until his head and tail met. Then he slowed down and wriggled like a snake with the shivers. After a few minutes, he changed his position, and flopped about like a well-bitten grub on an ant bed.
    The frog opened his sleepy eyes, his big body quivered, his face relaxed, and, at last, he burst into a laugh that sounded like rolling thunder. The water poured from his mouth in a flood. It filled the deepest rivers and covered the land. Only the highest mountain peaks were visible, like islands in the sea. Many men and animals were drowned.
    The pelican-who was a blackfellow at this time -sailed from island to island in a great canoe and rescued any blackfellow he saw. At last he came to an island on which there were many people. In their midst he saw a beautiful woman, and f ell in love with her. He rescued all the men on this island until the woman alone remained. Every time he made a journey she would ask him to take her with the men, but he would reply: "There are many in the canoe. I will carry you next time." He did this several times, and at last the woman guessed that he was going to take her to his camp. She then determined to escape from the pelican. While he was away, she wrapped a log in her possum rug, and placed it near the gunyah; then, as the flood was subsiding, she escaped to the bush. When he returned, he called to her, but, receiving no answer, he walked over to the possum rug and touched it with his foot. It, however, did not move. He then tore the rug away from what he supposed was a woman, but, when he found a log, he was very angry, and resolved to be revenged. He painted himself with white clay, and set out to look for the other blackfellows, with the intention of killing them. But the first pelican he met was so frightened by his strange appearance, that it struck him with a club and killed him. Since that time pelicans have been black and white in remembrance of the Great Flood.
    The flood gradually subsided, and the land was again clothed in the green garments of spring. Through the tall green reeds the voice of the night wind whispered soft music to the river. And, when the dawn came from the eastern sky, the birds sang a song of welcome to the new flood-a flood of golden sunlight.


For more legends from the Aborigines, this page is fantastic.


For more flood myths, this website is great.

That's it for today.  Tomorrow we will look at the Myths and Legends of Lost Locations.  Until next time.


Useful Resources

 https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Genesis+5:32-10:1
http://www.sacred-texts.com/ane/sum/sum09.htm#page_97
http://www.newworldencyclopedia.org/entry/Great_Flood
http://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/mitos_creacion/mitos_diluvio.htm
http://www.sacred-texts.com/hin/hmvp/hmvp19.htm
http://www.bigorrin.org/archive33.htm
Hindu Mythology, Vedic and Puranic by W.J. Wilkins
Some Myths and Legends of the Australian Aborigines by W. J. Thomas
From the First Rising Sun: The Real First Part of Prehistory of the Cherokee People and Nation According to Oral Traditions, Legends and Myths by Charla Jean Morris
DK Eyewitness Companions: Mythology by Philip Wilkinson and Neil Philip

Monday, 10 November 2014

Mythology and Legend of Natural Disasters - Part Three - Tsunami


The Great Wave Off Kanagawa by Hokusai
The most famous Japanese Tsunami painting by the 18th Century artist Hokusai, full name Katsushika Hokusai (1760-1849). The painting depicts a tsunami passing in front of Mount Fuji.

Tsunami: a long, high wave caused by an earthquake or other disturbance.

Tsunamis and floods are, possibly, the most commonly shared subject in mythology and legend across the world.  Every culture has its own flood myth, and its likely that many of these stories have their roots in historical events of the past.  Today we'll look at some of these stories and the history that inspired them.

As I mentioned in yesterday's post on Earthquakes, in an effort to explain the reasons behind earthquakes and tsunamis, the Japanese created the legend of Namazu, a giant catfish.  It is said that the Namazu is secured by the kaname ishi, or 'keystone' but, when the Namazu rolls or lashes its tail, an earthquake, or in this case a tsunami, occurs.  The word 'tsunami' originates from the Japanese, who have a long history of tsunamis, with tsu meaning harbour and nami meaning wave.  Their meticulous records mean that we have a record of Japan's tsunamis going back to the year 684, which can be found here.



The term is believed to have originated with fisherman who returned from sea to discover the land around the harbour destroyed, despite having no sign of trouble whilst they'd been at sea.  While the Japanese term is widely use, there are several others which are used throughout the world: In Russia, ЦУНАМИ; in France, raz-de-marée, meaning 'violent rising of the tide'; Germany, Flutvelle and, similarly, Sweden, foldvag, both meaning 'flood-wave'.  The variety of terms for this phenomenon, as well as some of the legends we're about to look at, shpw how the tsunami has effected the globe.

Variations of the following tale feature in the traditions of Pacific Northwest tribes along the entirety of the Cascadia coast.  The story tells of two elemental beings of unreal size and power, locked in a battle to the death.  This version is the Hoh version:

The Thunderbird and the Whale


    You know Forks praries, Quillayute prarie, Little prarie, Beaver prarie, Tyee prarie and all the other praries of our country.  Well, there are places where the great, elder thunderbird had terrible battles with the killer whale of the deep.
    This what was a monster destroyer of the whales that furnished oil to the children of men it slaughtered the oil producing whales till none could be obtained for meat and oil.  What were the people to do?  There was no oil to drick and dip their bread and dried berries in.  What were they to do?  Were they to starve?
    Thunderbird saw their plight and soared from her nest in yonder dark hole in the mountains.  She soared far out over the placid waters and there poised herself high up in the air and waited for the 'killer' to come to the surface of the water as it chased its fleeing prey.  It came and as quick as a flash, the powerful bird darted and seized it in her flinty talons.  Then above the watery surface she lifted it and with great effort soared away toward the land areas.



    Passing beyond the oceans with her ponderous load, she, tiring, was compelled to alight and rest her wings; and each and every time the bulky beast was allowed to reach solid land there was a terrible, for it was powerful and fought for its life with terrible energy.  In addition, each time they fought in desperate encounter, they tore all the trees up by the roots and since that time no trees have grown upon these places to this day; they have been praries ever since.  Furthermore, the great thunderbird finally carried the weighty animal to its nest in the lofty mountains, and there was the final and terrible contest fought.  Here in this death dtruggle, they uprooted all the trees for many miles around the nest and also pulled the rocks down the great Hoh vallet.  Since then there has been no timber on the up-country; and the heap of debris they pulled down that vally is known as the bench; (the last terminal moraine of the Olympic glacier).  Thunderbird, however, finally triumphed.  It killed the beast and tore its great and mighty body to pieces; and, then, finding that it was not good to eat, it hurled the pieces from its nest in all directions, where the respective pieces turned to stone under the curse of the enraged bird.  You can see them there now.  They are the projecting points and rocky ridges of that high region.  Before that time that section was practically level.  Now you know what a brocken-up rocky place is.
    That is not all.  Killer whale had a son, called Subbus.  So after thunderbird had killed the parent whale, it set out to capture and destroy this beast also.
    This young monster was much smaller than its father, smaller on account of its not being fully developed.  Nevertheless, it was more agile and wary.  Consequently, it took days and days of towering over the sea before the bird of the upper sky could drop down upon it and seize it in its talons.  But the unfortunate day came to it also, as it had to the parent, 'killer'.  It was chasing a school when there was a rustling noise and then before it could dive to the lower depths of the watery ways, it fely itself being lifted into the air, as at the same time it felt the excruciating pain caused by the huge claws of the bird being sunk deep into its body.  It fought, but it was no match for its adversary.


  High into the air the bird carried it over the land, finally dropping it to the land surface at Beaver prairie. Then at this place there was another great battle. Subbus was at length killed and his body torn to pieces; Moreover, its huge body damned the original channel of the Soleduck river and caused it to make the big bend to the southwestward at that place. And the huge pieces of blubber, now stone, cover the ground in the direction of its longitudinal extension. (This is a lateral moraine of the Selkirk-Mt. Baker glacier that crosses the region here--Reagan.) You can see the line of rock (boulder train) there at any time.
    My father (father of the medicine man who related this story to the writer) also told me that following the killing of this destroyer of the food-animals of mankind, there was a great storm and hail and flashes of lightning in the darkened, blackened sky and a great and crashing "thunder-noise" everywhere. He further stated that there were also a shaking, jumping up and trembling of the earth beneath, and a rolling up of the great waters.


For more flood legends from Native America, this site is fantastic.

This story again originates from Native America.  This particular account comes from the Makah Indians and was related by J. G. Swan in the book The Indians of Cape Flattery.  Swan tells us that this tradition is 'relative to a deluge or flood which occurred many years ago' and is the only case 'respecting any migratory movement among the Makahs':

''A long time ago," said by informant, "but not at a very remote period, the water of the Pacific flowed through what is now the swamp and prairie between Waatch village and Neeah Bay, making an island of Cape Flattery. The water suddenly receded leaving Neeah Bay perfectly dry. It was four days reaching it lowest ebb, and then rose again without any wave or breakers, till it had submerged the Cape, and in fact the whole country, excepting the tops of the mountains at Clyoquot. The water on its rise became very warm, and as it came up to the houses, those who had canoes put their effects into them, and floated off with the current, which set very strongly to the north. Some drifted one way, some another; and when the waters assumed their accustomed level, a portion of the tribe found themselves beyond Nootka, where their descendants now reside, and are known by the same name as the Makahs in Classett, or Kwenaitchechat. Many canoes came down in trees and were destroyed, and numerous lives were lost. The water was four days regaining its accustomed level." 



When we think about tsunamis, many of us would refer to 2011 earthquake off the Pacific coast of Thhoku, the most powerful recorded earthquake to hit Japan and the fourth most powerful earthquake in the world since modern record-keeping began in 1900, and the tsunami which followed.  The waves reached heights of 40.5 metres in places and travelled up to 6 miles (10km) inland, destroying everything in its path and killing over 15,000 people.

However, there is evidence for a mega-tsunami more than ten times larger along the coastline of eastern Australia.  The height of the tsunami would have exceeded the height of the largest earthquake-generated tsunami documented anywhere in the world in the past 5,000 years.  While there is no historic scientific record of this tsunami, Aboriginal legends give us plenty of accounts.  The following legend is believed to relate a comet-generated tsunami:



An Aboriginal Legend

    It was a stifling hot day, and all the Burragorang people lay prostrate around their camp unable to eat.  As night approached, no one could sleep because of the heat and the mosquitoes.  The Sun set blood red and the Moon rose full in the east through the haze.  With just a remnant of red in the western sky, the sky suddenly heaved, billowed, tumbled, and then tottered before crumbling.  The Moon rocked, the stars clattered, and the Milky Way split.  Many of the stars - loosened from their places - began to fall flashing to the ground.  Then a huge ball of burning blue fire shot through the sky at enormous speed.  A hissing sound filled the air, and the whole sky lit like day.  The the star hit the Earth.  The ground heaved and split open.  Stones flew up accompanied by masses of earth followed by a deafening roar that echoed through the hills before filling the world with complete noise.  A million pieces of molten fire showered the ground.  Everyone was awestruck and frozen in fear.  The sky was falling.  Smaller stars continued to fall throughout the night with great clamoring and smoke.  The next morning when all was quiet again only the bravest hunters explored beyond the campsite.  Great holes were burnt into the ground.  Wherever one of the largest molten pieces had hit, it had piled up large mounds of soil.  Many of these holes were still burning with flames belching out.  Down by the sea, they were amazed.  Fresh caves lined the cliffs.
    Soon stories reached them from neighboring tribes that not only had the sky fallen, but also the ocean.  These neighbors began talking about the great ancestor who had left the Earth and gone into the sky, and who had traveled so fast that he had shot through the sky.  The hole he had made had closed up.  This ancestor had tried to get back through the sky, by beating on top of it, but it had loosened and plummeted to the Earth, along with the ocean.    Before anyone could discuss this story, it began to rain - rain unlike anything anyone had seen before.  It rained all day and all night, and the rivers reached their banks and then crept out across the floodplains.  Still the rain came down, and the people and all the animals fled to the highest peaks.  Water covered the whole land from horizon to horizon unlike anything anyone had ever seen before.  It took weeks for the water to go down, everyone got very hungry, and many people died.  Nothing was the same after the night that the sky fell.  Now, whenever the sea grows rough and the wind blows, people know that the ocean is angry and impatient because the ancestor still refuses to let it go back whence it came.  When the storm waves break on the beach, people know that it is just the great ancestor beating the ocean down again.



The Moken Sea Gypsies of a small island off the coast of Thailand, most of whom survived the tsunami of 2004, have the legend of the Laboon - the great wave tat eats people.  The Laboon, believed to be sent by angry ancestral spirits, is said to be so fierce that other waves are afraid of it and run away before it's arrival.  The legend states how the sea recedes before the waters flood the Earth, destroying it and making it clean again.  So, when the sea began to recede in 2004, the Moken people knew exactly what to do and escaped to the hills before the tsunami hit land.

Sri Lanka have a legend which tells of the fight between the sea and the land which is everlasting.  According to this legend, there is a great tree on which the world sits.  When the tree becomes angry over the constant battle between land and sea, it shakes, sending the water away.  But the water returns to fight and, when it arrives, flows over the land, killing everything in its path. 
Another legend originating in Sri Lanka relates the story of how King Kalanitissa displeased the gods, causing a tsunami:


Uttiua, the brother of King Kalanitissa, once had a secret affair with his brother's wife, the queen.  When King Kalanitissa discovered this betrayal, Uttiua fled and hid among the people.  But Uttiua still wished to contact the queen, so he dressed a man as a Buddhist monk and sent him, hidden amongst many other monks, with a letter to the queen.  The disguised man managed to get close to the queen and dropped the letter at her feet.  But King Kalanitissa heard the noise of the letter hitting the ground and believed it had been sent by one of the Arahath Theras, the monks.  He was furious and immersed the monk in a cauldron of boiling oil, killing him.  The gods were very angry that the king would commit such an act and their anger was displayed in the ocean, which soon flowed over the land.  After much consultation with his ministers, King Kalanitissa sacrificed his daughter, Vihara Devi, to appease the gods, setting her afloat in a canoe on the ocean.  It was hoped that this offering would cool the gods anger and prevent the ocean from swallowing the villages.


More myths and legends concerning tsunamis can be found here.




That's all for today.  Tomorrow, I'm going to continue with the water theme and take a look at the Great Flood mythology.  Until next time.

Useful Resources.

http://walrus.wr.usgs.gov/tsunami/NAlegends.html
http://pnsn.org/outreach/native-american-stories/thunderbird-and-whale/thunderbird-and-whale-stories/a-story-of-the-flood
http://beforeitsnews.com/christian-news/2013/09/great-tree-myth-that-saved-ancient-tribe-sri-lanka-2483066.html
http://www.lostartsofthemind.com/2005/11/aquatic-tribe_113249699871526249.html
http://sundaytimes.lk/050102/plus/6.html
http://beforeitsnews.com/christian-news/2013/09/great-tree-myth-that-saved-ancient-tribe-sri-lanka-2483066.html
http://www.npr.org/2011/03/18/134600508/history-of-tsunami-the-word-and-the-wave
http://individual.utoronto.ca/fkrauss/tsunami/word.html

Tsunami: The Underrated Hazard by Edward Bryant
Slaying the Gorgon: The Rise of the Storytelling Industrial Complex by Joe Mchugh
The Mythical Creatures Bibe: The Definitive Guide to Legendary Beings by Brenda Rosen

Sunday, 9 November 2014

Mythology and Legend of Natural Disasters - Part Two - Earthquakes

Earthquake: a sudden violent shaking of the ground, typically causing absolute destruction, as a result of movements within the earth's crust or volcanic action.

Scientific explanation for earthquakes has eluded humanity right up until the 20th century.  The stories that we find within the mythology and legend have been passed down through generations and were a way for our ancestors to understand these powerful natural events.


In Japan it is said that Namazu, a giant catfish, lives beneath the earth.  When Namazu swims through the depths of the earth it brings forth earthquakes.  A popular saying in Japan is, 'Yurugu tomo yomoya mkeji no kaname-ishi Kashima no komi no aran kaqiri wa,' which means, 'Even if the earth moves, have no fear, for Kashima kami holds the kaname-ishi in place.'  This saying refers to the belief that Takemikazuchi-no-mikoto (Kashima Daimyojin) drove the kaname-ishi stone through the earth, pinning the catfish's head in place.  The top of the stone believed to be the kaname-ishi is still visible at the Kashima shrine in Hitachi.


'Once, not long ago, the sea rushed over the land the train traverses.  That cliff face felt the sting of the sea's spray.  Then Rūaumoko awoke from the breast of Papatūānuku, and split the earth with his awakening yawn.  With his fiery hands, he pushed up the land and toppled the city which has been rebuilt there.'

                                                                              An account from the Maori of the Napier earthquake


For centuries the Maori have experience rū whenua, which means 'the shaking of the land'.  According to their legends and traditions, rū whenua is caused by the god Rūaumoko, who is the son of Ranginui (the Sky) and Papatūānuku (the Earth).


In other Maori traditions, earthquakes are caused by a giant saurian or taniwha.  Taniwha are often described as serpents or dragons which reside in lakes, rivers, swamps and oceans.  Maori tradition regularly credits taniwha for the formations of New Zealand's landscape which is actually formed by earthquakes and volcanic activity.


One story relates how Tane, god of the forests and son of the Sky father and Earth mother, battled a great taniwha at Te Aute in Hawkes Bay.  The taniwha, having travelled north from Porirua, had left a trail of death and destruction in its wake.  When Tane encountered this taniwha, the thrashing of its tail created an island in Lake Roto-a-Tara.  Another tale of taniwah relates how Ngake and Whataitai created Te Whanganui a Tara and is told on a wall mural which can be seen at Petone Beach.

In Indian mythology, the Earth is held up by eight huge elephants, which in turn stand upon the back of the giant 'Cosmic' turtle, which in turn stands upon the coils of a snake.  It is said that if one of the animals looses his balance earthquakes occur.


East Africa have a similar explanation for earthquakes.  Tradition states that a fish carries a stone on its back.  A cow stands on the stone and the earth is balanced on one of the cow's horns.  When the cow's neck starts to ache, it tosses the earth from one horn to the other, which in turn causes earthquakes.

In the South Sea Islands it is believed that the earth is unsteadily balanced on the bag of a hog and, when the hog has an itch on his back, he rubs against a tree which grows in the cosmic grove in which he lived.  The rubbing of the hogs back on the cosmic tree causes earthquakes.  The loud grumbling which often accompanies earthquakes are the satisfied grunts of the hog as he relieves the itch.


The following tale originates from the Gabrielino Indians of Southern California and relates the reason for earthquakes in California.

Where Earthquakes Come From - a Gabrielino Indian Tale

Long ago, when most of the world was water, Great Spirit decided to make a beautiful land, which was carried on the backs of turtles.  One day, the turtles began to argue and three turtles began to swim east, while the other four swam west.  The earth shook!  It cracked with a loud noise!  The turtles could not swim far because the land on their backs was heavy.  When they saw that they could not swim far away they stopped arguing and made up.  But every once in a while the turtles that hold up California anger again, and each time they do the earth shakes.

Chinese and Mongolian tradition also states that the earth is delicately balanced on the back of an animal.  In this case it is a gigantic frog which carries the world.  When the frog twitches, earthquakes are said to occur.


In Greek mythology Poseidon is not only the god of seas and horses; he is also god of earthquakes and is sometimes referred to as 'The Earthshaker'.  In the following quote from a translation of Homer's Illiad, Poseidon joins the Trojan War and puts his skills into action.

So the blessed gods brought the two armies together, and whipped up a sorry strife between them. The Father of gods and men thundered ominously on high, while down below Poseidon caused wide earth and the tallest mountain peaks to quake. Ida of the many streams was shaken from foot to crest, and the city of Troy and the Greek ships trembled. So great was the din as the gods opposed each other, that even Hades, Lord of the Dead, was gripped by fear and rose from his throne below in the underworld, crying out lest Poseidon split the earth and bare his halls to gods and men, those dank and fearsome halls that the gods themselves loathe. Great was the din, now, as Lord Poseidon opposed Apollo and his winged shafts, while bright-eyed Athene challenged Enyalius; as Artemis, the Far-Striker’s sister, huntress of the sounding chase, she of the golden arrows opposed Hera; as Leto stood against great Hermes the Helper; as the mighty deep-swirling river, whom gods call Xanthus, and men Scamander, countered Hephaestus.

If you're interested in reading the rest of this translation it can be found in its entirety here.

In Hindu mythology, earthquakes are caused by Naga Pahoho, as related in the following tale:

When the earth was nothing but water, the god Batara Guru created land by sending his daughter, who lived in the endless ocean, a handful of dust.  The dust was placed in the ocean and made a large island.  But the Naga Pahoho, the serpent which lived beneath the ocean, was furious and arched his mighty back, making the island float away.  Batara Guru was angered and sent more dust to his daughter and a hero, who carried an iron block to hold the serpent.  The dust was again placed in the ocean and formed new land.  Naga Pahoho twisted and turned, fighting the formation of this new land, but all he accomplished was the creation of mountains and valleys.  Today, when earthquakes occur, it is Naga Pahoho fighting against the iron block as he attempts to defy the mighty god of the sky, Batara Guru.


In Norse mythology, the cause of earthquakes is found in the poem Lokasenna, also known as Loki's Quarrel, within the Poetic Edda.

And after that Loki hid himself in the waterfall of Franangr, in the shape of a salmon.  There the Æsir caught him.  He was bound with the guts of his son Nari.  But his son Narfi turned into a wolf.  Skadi took a poisonous snake and fastened it over Loki's face; poison dripped down from it.  Sigyn, Loki's wife, sat there and held a basin under the poison.  But when the basin was full, she carried the poison out; and meanwhile the poison fell on Loki.  Then he writhed so violently at this that all the earth shook with it; those are now called earthquakes.


That's it for today.  Tomorrow we'll look at Tsunamis in mythology and legend.  Until next time/





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Handbook of Japanese Mythology by Michael Ashkenazi
My Mother was the Earth, My Father was the Sky: Myth and Memory in Maori Novels in English by Nadia Majid
Magnitude Eight Plus by R. H. Grapes
Greek and Roman Mytholog A to Z by Kathleen N. Daly
Dictionary of Nature Myths: Legends of the Earth, Sea and Sky by Tamra Andrews


Saturday, 8 November 2014

Mythology and Legend of Natural Disasters - Part One - Volcanoes

Volcano erupting

Since the dawn of time humanity have searched for the reason behind natural phenomena that they have been unable to understand.  Natural disasters - volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, floods and tsunamis, tornadoes and hurricanes - have occurred throughout history and, without scientific explanations, people have created myths and legends to make sense of these destructive forces of nature.

The word 'volcano' can be traced back to the island of Vulcano in the Mediterranean Sea.  The Romans believed Vulcano to be the chimney of Vulcan's workshop.  Vulcan was said to be the blacksmith of the gods,  as well as the god of fire, and it was believed that the hot fragments and lava, smoke and gas were created as he beat out the thunderbolts for Jupiter, king of the gods, and weapons for the god of war, Mars.


In Hawaiian mythology, there is Pele, or 'She-Who-Shapes-The-Sacred-Land'.  The people of Hawaii created the following legend to explain the origin of Pele and volcanoes.

How Pele Came to Hawaii

     Pele's story is that of wander-lust.  She was living in a happy home in the presence of her parents, and yet for a long time she was 'stirred by thoughts of sar-away lands.'  At last she asked her father to send her away. This meant that he must provide a sea-going canoe with mat sails, sufficiently large to carry a number of persons and food for many days.
     "What will you do with your little egg sister?" asked her father.  Pele caught the egg, wrapped it in her skirt to keep it warm near her body, and said that it should always be with her. Evidently in a very short time the egg was changed into a beautiful little girt who bore the name Hii-aka-i-ka-poli-o-Pele (Hiiaka-in-the-bosom-of-Pele), the youngest one of the Pele family.
     After the care of the helpless one had been provided for, Pele was sent to her oldest brother, Ka-moho-alii, the king of dragons, or, as he was later known in Hawaiian mythology, "the god of sharks." He was a sea-god and would provide the great canoe for the journey. While he was getting all things ready, he asked Pele where she was going. She replied, "I am going to Bola-bola; to Kuai-he-lani; to Kane-huna-moku; then to Moku-mana-mana; then to see a queen, Kaoahi her name and Niihau her island." Apparently her journey would be first to Bola-bola in the Society Islands, then among the mysterious ancestral islands, and then to the northwest until she found Niihau, the most northerly of the Hawaiian group.


     The god of sharks prepared his large canoe and put it in the care of some of their relatives, Kane-pu-a-hio-hio (Kane-the-whirlwind), Ke-au-miki (The-strong-current), and Ke-au-ka (Moving-seas).  Pele was carried from land to land by these wise boatmen until at last she landed on the island Niihau. Then she sent back the boat to her brother, the shark-god. It is said that after a time he brought all the brothers and sisters to Hawaii.
     Pele was welcomed and entertained. Soon she went over to Kauai, the large, beautiful garden island of the Hawaiian group. There is a story of her appearance as a dream maiden before the king of Kauai, whose name was Lohiau, whom she married, but with whom she could not stay until she had found a place where she could build a permanent home for herself and all who belonged to her.
     She had a magic digging tool, Pa-oa. When she struck this down into the earth it made a fire-pit. It was with this Pa-oa that she was to build a home for herself and Lohiau. She dug along the lowlands of Kauai, but water drowned the fires she kindled, so she went from island to island but could only dig along the beach near the sea. All her fire-pits were so near the water that they burst out in great explosions of steam and sand, and quickly died, until at last she found Kilauea on the large island of Hawaii. There she built a mighty enduring palace of fire, but her dream marriage was at an end. The little sister Hiiaka, after many adventures, married Lohiau and lived on Kauai.

The Japanese have personified Mount Fuji with the creation of Fuji-San, the sacred spirit mountain, which is a powerful symbol of Japan.  According to a popular Japanese myth, Mount Fuji was a benign mountain when it was created in 286BC.  This, however, changed with the arrival of Kaguyahine or Kaguyahime.

How the Fire of Mount Fuji was Lit - a Japanese Myth


Many years ago, an old man discovered a baby on the slopes of Mount Fuji - a little girl whom he called Kaguyahine and raised as if she were his daughter.  She grew into such a beautiful woman that the Emperor himself fell in love with Kaguyahine and married her.   She lived with him for 7 years but after this told him that she wasn't human and had to return to heaven.  So Kaguyahine gave the Emperor a mirror which always showed her face and left for her home in the sky.
The Emperor was heartbroken and began to climb Mount Fuji in an effort to join his wife in heaven, believing that the mountain could take him there.  But, upon reaching the summit, he failed to find Kaguyahine and the love he felt was so immense that it burst from his chest as a brilliant fire which lit the volcano.  And from then on, smoke rose from Mount Fuji.

The Maori of New Zealand also have a collection of legends about there volcanoes.  One such legend relates the tale of Pupuke Moana, a mythical mountain which was said to be located on the shore north of today's Auckland and the island of Rangitoto.


The Tale of Rangitoto Island
 
In the days of yore, in times long passed away, when the mana of our ancestors was in full force, there dwelt a tribe of giants on the coast between the Mauuka (Manukau) Heads and Kaipara Heads.  These folk employed their spare time in playing strange games, and in performing amazing feats that are a wonder to men in these times.  This they were in the habit of throwing huge stones from hill to hill, and casting rocks about for mere sport.  At that time there stood a conical hill north of the Karekare creek, a hill composed of rock that stood near the coastal cliffs.  One of the most famous of these powerful men of old was asked if he could move this hill, whereupon he pulled it up bodily, as you would pull up a plant, carried it across the Titirangi range, across the Waitemata at Takapuna, and deposited it between Takapuna and Motutapu, where it may still be seen, bearing the name of Rangitoto.  The hollow whence the hill was taken still yams open to the gaze of man at Karekare, and the name of that hollow is Te Unuhanga o Rangitoto.

Crater Lake in Oregon was created almost 8,000 years ago by the eruption of Mount Mazama.  Fo the Native American Klamath Indians this event must have been catastrophic and to explain it they
created the legend of Llao and Skell.


Llao, Skell and Crater Lake
 
     Llao, the master of everything living under the earth and water, dwelt in the fiery pit where Crater Lake now lies, and this was the only place he could come to the surface of the earth. Skell was master of all the animals that lived on the earth. Both were in love with the daughter of the chief of the Klamath Indians and both asked for her hand in marriage and were refused because her father was rearing her to be chief of the tribe when he died. Llao felt wronged when he was refused her hand and returned to his home on Llao Rock and brooded. Skell understood and pledged his help to the Indians if they needed it.
     Then Llao commanded the chief to deliver his daughter to him in three days, or seven days of death and destruction would be launched against the Indians. The girl wanted to sacrifice herself for her people, but they wouldn't let her. They tied her in her tent and lay face downward awaiting destruction. Skell started to help the Indians, but Llao, seeing him go, hurled a flaming boulder across the skies and struck him dead. Then Llao's children took Skell's heart from his body and brought it to their father.
     All of Skell's children gathered at a fountain where he drank and bewailed his fate. Llao sent a messenger to them proclaiming himself lord of everything above earth as well as underneath it.
After he left, the coyote said, "Since it is proclaimed that Skell's heart will live and his body live if his heart be returned, let us proceed to the home of Llao and declare ourselves his loyal subjects, awaiting the chance to restore the heart to our master."
     Taunts greeted them as they arrived, and the weasel, brother of Llao, ran to the ballground with Skell's heart and began to toss it into the air. The coyote followed him to the ballground and began to chide him for not being able to throw it far. Other animals tried to toss it too but the coyote chided them all for not being able to throw it high into the air. Finally, Llao became angry at his taunts and stalked out and hurled it far into the air. It soared and soared and finally came to the ground on the far end of the baseball ground. The fox, who was hidden near, snatched it and rushed into the forest. As Llao's children were about to catch the fox, the antelope burst through the throng and took the heart and rushed on with it. The eagle swooped down and, taking the heart from the antelope, flew out of sight with it. A voice of a dove, sounding from a great distance, told them Skell lived again.
     Brooding over this, Llao went to Skell's land and challenged him to a wrestling match. Skell knew that Llao was stronger, but decided to wrestle rather than appear cowardly before his children and the other gods. Llao threw him across his shoulder and started toward his home. When they were only a short distance from Llao's home, Skell said that a louse was biting him and he wanted to scratch. Llao taunted him saying, "What matter a little bite when I am soon going to cut you into pieces and feed you to my children?"
     "But you will grant me this one last wish," pleaded Skell. Llao freed one of his hands and Skell pulled out his knife and cut off Llao's head. Then he sent word to Llao's children that Skell had been killed. They gathered around the pit beneath Lao's throne and ate the pieces of their master as they were thrown down to them. But when their master's head was tossed over, they were grieved and would not touch it. It remains today where it was thrown and is known as Wizard Island. Then the pit grew dark and the children wept, their tears falling into the dark pit which is today known as Crater Lake.

The Aztecs named the volcanoes that surround the Valley of Mexico after their gods.  Popocatepetl and Iztaccíhuatl, which lie to the east of the valley, were once worshipped as deities and inspired the following legend. 

Popocatepetl and Iztaccihuatl
When Popocatepetl (Smoking Mountain) returned victorious from war to claim his beloved, his enemies sent word ahead that he had been killed.  Princess Iztacchiuatl (Sleeping Woman) died of grief.  Popocatepetl then built two great mountains.  On one he placed the body of Iztacchiuatl; on the other he stands eternally, holding her funeral torch.

In Iceland, Katla is hidden beneath the Solheimajokull glacier.  To the locals, this volcano is known as the witch Katla, and inspired the following legend.



Katla and the Witch

     Once it happened that the Abbot of the Monastery of Thykkvabæ had a housekeeper whose name was Katla, and who was an evil-minded and hot-tempered woman.  She possessed a pair of shoes whose peculiarity was, that whoever put them on was never tired of running.  Everybody was afraid of Katla's bad disposition and fierce temper, even the Abbot himself.  The herdsman of the monastery farm, whose name was Bardi, was often dreadfully ill-treated by her, particularly if he had chanced to lose any of the ewes.
     One day in the autumn the Abbot and his housekeeper went to a wedding, leaving orders with Bardi to drive in the sheep and milk them before they came home.  But unhappily, when the time came, the herdsman could not find all the ewes; so he went into the house, put on Katla's magic shoes, and sallied out in search of the stray sheep.  He had a long way to run before he discovered them, but felt no fatique, so drove all the flock in quite briskly.
     When Katla returned, she immediately perceived that the herdsman had been using her shoes, so she took him and drowned him in a large tubful of curds.  Nobody knew what had become of the man, and as the winter went on, and the curds in the tub sank lower and lower, Katla was heard to say these words to herself: 'Soon will the waves of milk break upon the foot-soles of Bardi!'
Shortly after this, dreading that the murder should be found out, and that she would be comdemned to death, she took her magic shoes, and ran from the monastery to a great ice-mountain, into a rift of which she leaped, and was never seen again.
     As soon as she disappeared, a fearful eruption took place form the mountain, and the lava rolled down and destroyed the monastery at which she lived.  People declared that her witchcraft had been the cause of this, and called the crater of the mountain 'The Rift of Katla.'




That's all for today.  Tomorrow we'll look at earthquakes and their place in the mythology and legend of our ancestors.  Until next time.


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Hawaiian Legends of Volcanoes by W. D. Westervelt
Japanese Mythology A TO Z by Jeremy Roberts
National Parks of the Northwest by Martelle W. Trager
Encyclopedia of Volcanoes by Haraldur Sigurdsson, Bruce Houghton, Iazel Rymer, John Stix, Steve, McNutt
Icelandic Legends, Volume 1 by Jon Arnason