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Today we will tell you perhaps the only story from local folklore, in which Yuryung Aar Toyon appears – the supreme deity of the Yakut pantheon, sitting on the latter, ninth, heaven on a throne of pure light.
Despite the fact that the whole universe exists according to his will, Yuryung Aar Toyon prefers not to interfere in mortal affairs. Especially noteworthy is the case when a person managed to personally talk with this God, however, the conversation was not at all as expected …
This dramatic story happened with the last of the great shamans of Yakutia, after which he forever stopped conjuring. Great this master was by virtue of his personal qualities, although by “official classification” was considered only an average sorcerer. He had a life at a turning point for the Yakut people – the beginning twentieth century with all its upheavals, hardships and battles. Seeing a brother kill his brother during the Civil War, by the river blood spills and all sorts of moral principles are violated, the shaman decided to go from petition to the most supreme god to ask stand up for his fellow countrymen and restore him on Yakut land balance of forces of good and evil.
Incredible journey
That’s just the rank of the average shaman did not allow the daredevil to talk with the main deity: Yuryung Aar Toyon certainly would not have been happy about him visit. Tormented for several weeks with doubts, the sorcerer nevertheless decided that the matter is extremely important and therefore worth a try. Our hero gathered and went on a long trip north with the goal of reach the mouth of the Lena River and find the sacred mountain, which was supposed to give him strength for the future – spiritual – travels. It was very difficult to do, especially for the average shaman, however, the perseverance and patience of the master were rewarded: in one night he, barely alive, reached the mountain. Yet to come a grueling climb up, but all this was just a preface to an unprecedented wandering …
Climbing the mountain, the shaman took out a tambourine and began his last devotion, promising himself that he will never again in his life conjure. He went into a trance and stayed in it for seven whole days, Camla without stopping. At this time, the shaman’s soul left the body and rushed to the ninth heaven, overcoming the rest leading to them eight heavens.
The sorcerer mastered the first and second levels without much difficulty. On the third, he felt that he had attracted the attention of celestials, however those so far are only interestedly observing human actions.
When the master reached the fourth heaven, he realized that the gods “saw through” him. The shaman’s mission became clear to them, and the deities could not let this mortal get to Yuryung Aar Toyon himself. However, the sorcerer, ignoring all warnings, continued stubbornly moving forward, and each step was incomparably more difficult for him, than the previous one.
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At the fifth level, fire-breathing horses chased after the soul of a shaman Jessegea is the heavenly patron saint of horses. With difficulty looking up from them, the sorcerer continued the painful path of ascension to the supreme to the deity.
In the sixth heaven, the protector of the elements Aan Jasyn sent to the daring the sorcerer of thunder and lightning in order to incinerate him, however, even then the soul the transcendental wanderer miraculously remained intact.
When it came to the seventh heaven, he declared his own person Chyngys Khaan, who was in charge of human destinies. He took out a book in which was written the plan of the brave shaman, and began to tear out the pages from there, throwing them into the fire. However the fate of the Yakut sorcerer turned out to be “complete”, and Chyngys Khaan himself did not managed to destroy him: the burned pages invariably returned to a book.
In the eighth, penultimate heaven, the traveler got lost in the endless labyrinth of Odun Haan, the patron saint of inventors, builders and craftsmen, but also found a way out of it, trusting in its intuition.
Meeting with Yuryung Aar Toyon
And then the unbending shaman reached the last sky, as if woven from bright white light and beautiful, unearthly music. IN in this clean, sparkling world he himself looked like a dark, dirty stain and even scared of such a contrast, but it was a turn back late. Ragged and bloodied, the shaman approached the throne supreme deity and fell to his knees.
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Yuryung Aar Toyon looked like a huge growth gray-haired old man, clothed in a long luminous robe. He held a staff in his hand. God measured man with a surprised, contemptuous look, and then loudly asked:
– What do you want? Why did you, the insignificant average shaman, violate world order? Why did all this forbidden and long way to me?
Without rising from his knees, the sorcerer began to speak. He said that in something unimaginable is going on in the world of people that has become impossible restrain the evil that the Earth has left its place. Shaman with pain told Uyring Aar Toyon about wars, shed blood, all-consuming fire, about dying men and heartbroken women. At the end of his sad narration, he began to beg God save the Yakut people from misfortune, and for this send to the middle world of their messengers who will bring there the long-awaited order.
The Almighty Almighty listened carefully to the sorcerer, and then suddenly burst out laughing. Through laughter he said:
– Earth, you say, left the place? Direct to you messengers?
Yuryung Aar Toyon hit the staff, and immediately flocked to his throne snow-white swans with human heads.
“Tell me how things are with my messengers in middle world? Asked the supreme god.
One of the swans landed on his shoulder and spoke:
“Things are doing just fine.” Your messengers, long time ago Arriving there, obediently carry out your order. They excited the world people from top to bottom, like stagnant water in a tub. The inhabitants of the middle good changes await: stormy whirlwinds rush about everywhere, human the blood gets hotter and a new one rises over the horizon the dawn.
Yuryung Aar Toyon turned a stern glance at the stunned sorcerer:
– Now you understand the futility of your trip here, miserable fool?
“Unhappy fool, unhappy fool!” – swans made a noise, swirling around the shaman.
He felt that he had suddenly become weightless and, however, falls to the earth through all nine heavens …
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… The shaman woke up on top of the same sacred mountain, deadly exhausted and emaciated to the state of a skeleton. It was a starry night far below the river was noisy. The sorcerer took his tambourine and with despair threw him into the abyss. Since then, no more were born in Yakutia great shamans, and none of the people dared to see Yuryung Aar Toyon.
Unfulfilled covenant
And this is a short story about another great Yakut shaman, with which fate also did not work out in the best way.
This outstanding man lived in the seventeenth century and, as claimed his contemporaries, was the greatest of the sorcerers in all the history of Yakut shamanism. He was not only fabulous power, but also justice and virtue, always helped ordinary people and did not give evil descent. For this, some loved and revered the great master, others – were afraid and hated. And so the time came when the shaman realized that it was time for his body to go to dust, and the soul – to go to another world.
Here is what he bequeathed to his fellow countrymen: “I am leaving, but I feel that later century will come a time of great changes and trials for the Yakut of the people. When this happens, I will be ready to come back to you again more powerful than before. Let then come to my grave at midnight, a brave woman and sits on a tombstone. Out of the ground a big black spider will appear. A woman should take it and bring home, and then lower the spider in a bowl with milk and drink a witchcraft drink. Then she will get pregnant with my new incarnation, and having been born, I will raise the Yakut people to unprecedented heights. ”
With these words, the shaman died, and he was buried with all with proper honors.
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Many years passed, and at the end of the nineteenth century in the village, near which was the grave of the great sorcerer, rumors spread, that at night from the cemetery you hear heavy blows of a tambourine and you can see how wandering lights flicker there. The Yakuts whispered: “The shaman is dropping, calls for a woman, wants to be reborn. “Surfaced from the depths folk memory an old legend of the will. People gossip we sighed, sighed – on that, however, it was all over. Whether brave women have degenerated over the past centuries, or shaman testaments ceased to be taken as seriously as in the old days, but there was not a single Yakut who agreed to go at night to the grave for the witching spider.
… And the shaman for a long time continued to invite at least the most the last harlot, but didn’t wait for anyone. Finally the sounds in the cemetery died down, the visions disappeared, and the sorcerer no longer reminded fellow countrymen of himself. Perhaps I thought that such people are no longer deserve his coming …
Time Shamans of Yakutia
