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<blockquote data-quote="MartinTower" data-source="post: 173838" data-attributes="member: 9808"><p>The Physics Prof was travelling the same way as the two pilgers, the Preacher and the Armenian Monk, when they were initiated to the milky way of Santiago De Compostela.</p><p>There are others stories related to steps like in the painting of the four Templars of V. F. they are actually flying and in the Campino it is said that it is cleaned by parachuting on it. Tourist mentioned that the Romitone can transform even in metereological events so it could be that she is in some way related to making steps.</p><p>Pica said that when approaching the Villa one has to pay attention to every step as if the own child might die. Maybe he means to have a lighter step? Lighter soul? A pure soul? In fact that Villa hides the well of souls as LD said.</p><p></p><p>In the following something about Compostela and Milk.</p><p>--</p><p>The reason for this is because when walking el Camino de Santiago at night you can see our galaxy the Milky Way directly over you. In other words, you are walking from East to West in the same direction as the Milky Way.</p><p></p><p>According to a common medieval legend, the Milky Way was formed from the dust raised by traveling pilgrims. Compostela itself means "field of stars". Another origin for this popular name is Book IV of the Book of Saint James which relates how the saint appeared in a dream to Charlemagne, urging him to liberate his tomb from the Moors and showing him the direction to follow by the route of the Milky Way.</p><p></p><p>The Irish translation is interesting. I wonder where the cow came into "the way of the white cow". You could possibly trace that back to pre-Christian times in Ireland.</p><p></p><p><a href="https://www.caminodesantiago.me/community/threads/walking-beneath-the-milky-way-different-languages.36589/" target="_blank">Walking beneath the Milky Way - different languages</a></p><p></p><p>---</p><p>There are tales in Welsh and Irish folklore in which the milk of white cows heals the wounds of warriors, or acts as an antidote to poisonous arrows; and there is the tale of the “seven white kine” that produce enough milk to satisfy “the men of the whole world”; and the even stranger tale of the “300 livers of white kine” that when spread on a plain inundated with snow magically clear it—to name a few. One very characteristic myth is that of the “Magical Welsh White Cow”, a legend related in Carmarthenshire and recorded in the Welsh Sacred Book:</p><p></p><p>In times of old there was a band of elfin ladies who used to haunt the neighborhood of Llyn Barfog, a lake among the hills just back of Aberdovey. It was their habit to make their appearance at dusk clad all in green, accompanied by their milk-white hounds. Besides their hounds, the green ladies of Llyn Barfog were peculiar in the possession of droves of beautiful milk-white kine called Gwarthe y Llyn, or “kine of the lake”.</p><p></p><p>One day an old farmer who lived near Dyssyrnant, had the good luck to catch one of these mystic cows, which had fallen in love with the cattle of his herd. From that day the farmer’s fortune was made. Such calves, such milk, such butter, and cheese, as came from the milk-white cow never had been seen in Wales before, nor ever will be seen again. The fame of of Fuwch Gyfeiliorn (which was what they called the cow) spread through the country round.</p><p></p><p>The farmer who had been poor, became rich; the owner of vast herds, like the patriarchs of old. But one day he took it into his silly noddle that the elfin cow was getting old, and that he had better fatten her for the market. His nefarious purpose thrived amazingly. Never, since beef steaks were invented was seen such a fat cow as this cow grew to be.</p><p></p><p>The killing day came, and the neighbours arrived from all about to witness the taking-off of this monstrously fat beast. The farmer had already counted up the gains from the sale of her, and the butcher had bared his right arm. The cow was tethered, regardless of her mournful lowing and her pleading eyes; the butcher raised his bludgeon and struck fair and hard between the eyes; when lo! A shriek resounded through the air awakening the echoes of the hills, as the butcher’s bludgeon went through the goblin head of the elfin cow, and knocked over nine adjoining men, while the butcher went frantically whirling around trying to catch hold of something permanent. Then the astonished assemblage beheld a green lady standing on a crag high up over the lake, and crying with a loud voice:</p><p></p><p>Come yellow Anvil, stray horns</p><p>Speckled one of the lake</p><p>And of the hornless Dodlin,</p><p>Arise, come home.</p><p></p><p>Whereupon not only did the elfin cow arise and go home, but all her progeny to the third and fourth generations went home with her, disappearing in the air over the hill tops and returning nevermore. Only one cow remained of all the farmer’s herd, and she had turned from milky white to raven black. Whereupon the farmer in despair drowned himself in the lake of the green ladies, and the black cow became the progenitor of the existing race of Welsh black cattle</p><p></p><p>That a legend about white cattle should explain the origins of a breed of black cattle is a characteristically odd twist of the Welsh mind. But apart from that, the strange tale captures the exalted place the white cow has occupied in the imagination of the Welsh people. This Welshman still patiently awaits the day when he through his “mystic” white cows will one day become “…rich… like the “patriarchs of old”. “ It’s not bloody likely!” as they would say in Wales. Ah well then, but on the positive side, the green lady of the lake has yet to appear hovering above Turkana Farms to shout out her terrible summons each time we with our “silly noddles” decide to send one of our “elfin cows” off to market.</p><p><a href="https://lightgrid.ning.com/m/group/discussion?id=4024228%3ATopic%3A186074" target="_blank">The White Cow in Welsh and Irish Folklore: The legend of the Elfin Ladies – LIGHTGRID - Lichtnetz - REDDELUZ</a></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="MartinTower, post: 173838, member: 9808"] The Physics Prof was travelling the same way as the two pilgers, the Preacher and the Armenian Monk, when they were initiated to the milky way of Santiago De Compostela. There are others stories related to steps like in the painting of the four Templars of V. F. they are actually flying and in the Campino it is said that it is cleaned by parachuting on it. Tourist mentioned that the Romitone can transform even in metereological events so it could be that she is in some way related to making steps. Pica said that when approaching the Villa one has to pay attention to every step as if the own child might die. Maybe he means to have a lighter step? Lighter soul? A pure soul? In fact that Villa hides the well of souls as LD said. In the following something about Compostela and Milk. -- The reason for this is because when walking el Camino de Santiago at night you can see our galaxy the Milky Way directly over you. In other words, you are walking from East to West in the same direction as the Milky Way. According to a common medieval legend, the Milky Way was formed from the dust raised by traveling pilgrims. Compostela itself means "field of stars". Another origin for this popular name is Book IV of the Book of Saint James which relates how the saint appeared in a dream to Charlemagne, urging him to liberate his tomb from the Moors and showing him the direction to follow by the route of the Milky Way. The Irish translation is interesting. I wonder where the cow came into "the way of the white cow". You could possibly trace that back to pre-Christian times in Ireland. [URL='https://www.caminodesantiago.me/community/threads/walking-beneath-the-milky-way-different-languages.36589/']Walking beneath the Milky Way - different languages[/URL] --- There are tales in Welsh and Irish folklore in which the milk of white cows heals the wounds of warriors, or acts as an antidote to poisonous arrows; and there is the tale of the “seven white kine” that produce enough milk to satisfy “the men of the whole world”; and the even stranger tale of the “300 livers of white kine” that when spread on a plain inundated with snow magically clear it—to name a few. One very characteristic myth is that of the “Magical Welsh White Cow”, a legend related in Carmarthenshire and recorded in the Welsh Sacred Book: In times of old there was a band of elfin ladies who used to haunt the neighborhood of Llyn Barfog, a lake among the hills just back of Aberdovey. It was their habit to make their appearance at dusk clad all in green, accompanied by their milk-white hounds. Besides their hounds, the green ladies of Llyn Barfog were peculiar in the possession of droves of beautiful milk-white kine called Gwarthe y Llyn, or “kine of the lake”. One day an old farmer who lived near Dyssyrnant, had the good luck to catch one of these mystic cows, which had fallen in love with the cattle of his herd. From that day the farmer’s fortune was made. Such calves, such milk, such butter, and cheese, as came from the milk-white cow never had been seen in Wales before, nor ever will be seen again. The fame of of Fuwch Gyfeiliorn (which was what they called the cow) spread through the country round. The farmer who had been poor, became rich; the owner of vast herds, like the patriarchs of old. But one day he took it into his silly noddle that the elfin cow was getting old, and that he had better fatten her for the market. His nefarious purpose thrived amazingly. Never, since beef steaks were invented was seen such a fat cow as this cow grew to be. The killing day came, and the neighbours arrived from all about to witness the taking-off of this monstrously fat beast. The farmer had already counted up the gains from the sale of her, and the butcher had bared his right arm. The cow was tethered, regardless of her mournful lowing and her pleading eyes; the butcher raised his bludgeon and struck fair and hard between the eyes; when lo! A shriek resounded through the air awakening the echoes of the hills, as the butcher’s bludgeon went through the goblin head of the elfin cow, and knocked over nine adjoining men, while the butcher went frantically whirling around trying to catch hold of something permanent. Then the astonished assemblage beheld a green lady standing on a crag high up over the lake, and crying with a loud voice: Come yellow Anvil, stray horns Speckled one of the lake And of the hornless Dodlin, Arise, come home. Whereupon not only did the elfin cow arise and go home, but all her progeny to the third and fourth generations went home with her, disappearing in the air over the hill tops and returning nevermore. Only one cow remained of all the farmer’s herd, and she had turned from milky white to raven black. Whereupon the farmer in despair drowned himself in the lake of the green ladies, and the black cow became the progenitor of the existing race of Welsh black cattle That a legend about white cattle should explain the origins of a breed of black cattle is a characteristically odd twist of the Welsh mind. But apart from that, the strange tale captures the exalted place the white cow has occupied in the imagination of the Welsh people. This Welshman still patiently awaits the day when he through his “mystic” white cows will one day become “…rich… like the “patriarchs of old”. “ It’s not bloody likely!” as they would say in Wales. Ah well then, but on the positive side, the green lady of the lake has yet to appear hovering above Turkana Farms to shout out her terrible summons each time we with our “silly noddles” decide to send one of our “elfin cows” off to market. [URL='https://lightgrid.ning.com/m/group/discussion?id=4024228%3ATopic%3A186074']The White Cow in Welsh and Irish Folklore: The legend of the Elfin Ladies – LIGHTGRID - Lichtnetz - REDDELUZ[/URL] [/QUOTE]
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