Mythical.

I’m a mother of seven of the legendary monsters but successful mothers are not the ones who never struggle, they are the ones who never give up despite the struggl. I have a past, present and future history like every other human being does.

my history of being tied in with the seven monsters! Ha Tau found himself besotted by me and I come from a tribe called Guaran. my Father Mangangt, we lived a happy life unto Tau. He disguised himself as a handsome young man and wood me with the flute. This went on for seven days then he kidnapped me but the plot was foiled by the spirit of Angatupry the spirit of Goodness. I am protected by a spirit that this world is not prepared for.

Children are my joy, I loved passing down information to them in a way they would one day tell our story. I was a Modern day pochahontis Beautiful, intelligent, caring and loving who thoroughly enjoyed spending time with the children and animals and teaching them of our ways, which were to stay safe. Avoid any wolf in sheep’s clothing and listen to your instinct, we all needed to take care of each other as dark times were in the future and plants villages and animals were to greatly suffer from the white mans hands. That things, bad things, untrue things would be written as they poisone our water and burnt our trees and the mining would poison our water and grow plants of their choosing, our birds would become a threat to become extinct and we must treasure our time as much as possible, when we meet again there will be people that come to help but bring death, there will be people that come that are death. We are classed as the indiginious tribes because we live on a land where food was plentiful and we all traded and pulled together our contemporaries.

Then the White Men will come and claim the land ! They will shun our ways and push a religion that best suits them onto us those of us who are left. You have to prepare yourselves for loosing your culture,beliefs and home.

The seven bath me these are the seve angels not beast.

Our typical day would making sure our men went out hunting on full stomaches, we ate melons, fruit of all kinds and the meat of a hunt my tribe would bring back. We prepared the meals and had time to braid our hair, contry to believe that I clicked my givers and everything would just be done right there and then.

our God Tura being the supreme God of all creations with the help of Aras, being born again it’s funny looking at it from the outside looking in we all worship something or someone and I now know that to be God. But it was fun painting and dancing and praying to these mythical god, playimf on their flutes was beautiful music even back then. According to one vision of the legendary Mala there was a beautiful woman maddened by jelousy and saw her husband to be having an affair, so she took his body to a cave and laid it with burning hot coals to cremate it and on the seventh night lightening struck at the body in the cave and appeared before her and she died of fright! There are lots of myths,fables and stories of old but there is one thing I loved my Mother Earth and pride for her overtakes the horror of today

So le be thankful we have kept some of the faiths and beliefs we had back in the day, the ceremonies and traditions we had and the days of celebration of birth, death, marriage. They all come as one. As when one lives in a society where people can no longer rely on the institution to tell them the truth, the truth must come from culture and art. We are having to learn to move by strategy and not by luck anymore, it keeps up our strength as we continually stay together and eat as one and pass all our knowledge on to our Grandchildren, hopefully we will be less uncommon.

©️Dawn Earnshaw