Holy Shaman’s autobiography

Bluesky shaman has written it on behalf of him.

The childhood of the Holy Shaman

It is hard to believe that someone who was once an ordinary teacher would be calmly sitting under a tree decorated with a hundred thousand silk ties and metal amulets writing a book about the other “magical” universe.

The whole universe is wonderful and full of fascinating things and events. I am so lucky to have been born into a Darkhad tribe at a place, Burenkhaan mountain near Khuvsgul lake, which is the heart of our beloved Mongolia. I have seen the blossom of flowers in seventy summers and said goodbye to the leaves of seventy springs. I am the shaman son of shaman Sodnom of Khuvsgul province.  

Norov, the famous shaman of Darkhad, is my grandfather. Shaman N.Tumuruu and the shaman-bonesetter N.Sandag are my uncles. My father used to make it rain in summer time and would carry the summer fire woods by sled. He was a powerful magician  who could extinguish fires by making rain, and could stay dry after making even heavy rain. My mother gave birth to ten  sons and four beautiful daughters. The households at that time used to have many children. 

I remember fondly the passage of childhood in my beautiful homeland. We always remember childhood as being bright and joyful. Perhaps that is why I have not mentioned that the things  my father and mother were doing were prohibited.

It was the period when the communists were in control, but my father used to do black shamanism and was famous as “So shaman”. My mother used to do divination by cards and astrology. If one was caught engaging in shamanism or astrology you would be strictly punished. While performing secret rituals, my father would involve me, not the other nine children, with small things. I would accompany my father all the time except when I had to go to school. It seems that he was preparing me to be someone special as he chose me to be educated.

Before my trip to the village school, my father asked the craftsman Sonom to make a wooden box for me. This was not an ordinary box but a special one. When opened it was a simple empty box. But when my father pulled out four nails from its corners, he revealed another partition as the box had a double bottom. In this my father put various things representing his spirit.

On handing the box over to me he told me, “You should keep this spirit, protect your mother, brothers and sisters, and help and inspire them. You will be the last one of my children to die. When they pass away, do not be sad to lose them. My son, you will live a wealthy and nice life without shortage other than for one thing: you will not have your own  child.”

A small schoolboy could not imagine and think seriously about the distant future. My father said, “As you are  little, you are not asking the reason, but I am telling you the reason now. The spirit will disappear at the ninth generation; there will not be a tenth generation. The spirit is praised from the ninety nine skies for nine generations. At the tenth generation, the spirit would be transferred to a witch hell and will not be of any help to people. You, my son, are the ninth generation. Therefore you cannot have a child. If you do, the spirit will become a devil. Do not try to have a baby. If you have one he or she will live only a hundred days, so please adopt a child instead.”

The words he talked that night were harsh, but true as I can see recollecting them now and looking back on my life. 

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The early years of the Holy Shaman

This amulet tree strengthened by the numbers of wishes that come true and the problems that disappear, and supported by people’s prayers and beliefs of it being the remover of aliments and the fulfiller of wishers, inspires me to create ideas and gives me the strength to write about them.
   

"There is an ancient wise saying that declares “a man grows and a piece of felt stretches”. I was grown up and had taken a wife. I met my wife who in her forty five years had seen happiness, complaints, setbacks and new beginnings. We made our home and raised our own household. We did  not realize what destiny had in store for us but hurried to start a family. At that time I did not even remember my father’s warning.

The whole universe is like an enigma. A boy who attracted the full love of his parents and gave all happiness to them was born. The days of his mother’s love and his father hugging him to his chest were few. When we awoke one morning our son had already passed away. For me, who had grown up with many sisters and brothers, and for my spouse who wished to have the everlasting joy of having a child, it was really hard to be without him. The mother was even accused of suffocating the baby with her  breast. Our brothers and sisters had many children. And the utmost wish of us was to have just one child. Next year my spouse became pregnant again and a daughter was born. We tried very hard to care and protect our daughter from everything, even from the shadow of a bird. Our mother cared for her with us and we did all we could, but again, one morning when we arose, our daughter would not awaken.  

At that time I remembered the words of my father again, remembered the past events, and counted the days. Our son and daughter both passed away on the hundredth day from their birth.

My mother, who did not know what to do, went with me to the Dayan sorceress. We informed her that any children of ours would not live, asked the reason why, and how to have a child. The Dayan sorceress, who used to be an apprentice of my father at one time, made shamanic rituals and said “So Shaman willed him to inherit his spirit and made a warning to not have a child for you would not be able to keep the children alive. I am not able to correct or reverse it. It will be better to adopt a child, if you wish to still have one”.

It was after three years of marriage that I found out the reason why we could not keep our own children, but I did not dare say the truth to my wife. I was so young and mentally strong at that time. It was really hard to recognize the hardship of passing life without having our own child. I found another way to explain it to my wife. I told her “As our bloods do not mix well, the child cannot be kept for long. Therefore, if you wish to have your own child, please marry someone else. If you wish to stay with me, do not create a baby in your womb.”

At that time my wife did not say a word about marrying another person. Being afraid that she might leave me alone if she knew the truth caused sadness to my wife. Half a century passed while I could not say the truth and I imagined that it would become an everlasting secret from her. 

Life went on. I never had any shortage of food, clothes or wealth. But sometimes I felt some anger that our children were taken away and it made me deeply sad. However, what can we do against the law of the upper sky and the teaching of my father which was irreversible. So we adopted a boy and a daughter who would warm our hearts.

The fact that I was preferred more than my brothers and sisters, sent to school, kept along with him at all times, learnt about shamanism, spirit and sky were the reason that I might be the successor of my father and the inheritor of the spirit.

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Latter years of the Holy Shaman

Fourteen years have already passed since I settled down at the place which received us with the warmth of our mother land  and since I left my birth place. When I sit at my amulet tree from where I do not have any wish to be separated, the sound of falling leaves seem to drive away my sorrows and sadness.

Talking to my friends from my home land about the Flowered Lake where five colored flowers blossom I told them, “What would you think of a  plain where colored flowers have blossomed and when you step on it, it becomes a deep blue lake?” All were surprised and none of them believed it. So I promised to show them the lake of my settled place.

The natural beautiful event is seen as a beautiful deep blue lake after the flowers are hidden at the sunset with shadows after blossoming with five colored flowers. As a child, I entered the lake to see from where such beautiful flowers grew with the curiosity of childhood. As I learned later, the flowers were “water lilies”.

So I went with my friends who did not believe to see the reality with their own eyes of my settled home place. We came to the Darkhad/reindeer tribe place and to the Ambii udgan/sorceress, who was very famous. The old aged sorceress was near to her death and ill and was not willing to see any guest. She ordered the children to not let anyone visit her. I passed word that I had prepared something to donate to her and gifts and came to see her. Hearing my words, the sorceress got up saying that “the one has come, for whom I have been waiting.” So I was to meet her.

It was lucky to meet with a person with sky spirit and ask after my lost brothers and sisters in heaven. The sick Ambii sorceress, barely sitting on the bed, told me before I asked any question “All of your family has passed away, and now your turn has come. Find the hidden spirit of your father and open it to the wind. By this you could stop the death and suffering. At this time you should find the spirit which is hidden behind enormous water and at the top of a high mountain. Find the spirit and bring it to me before I go to the sky”.

We asked to come again the next day and went away. When we came the next morning, the Ambii sorceress was nicely dressed in a blue cotton deell Mongolian national dress and waiting for us. The sorceress asked, “My children, please let me see you quickly. I asked for a time as short as the sun between clouds to see your destinies, and started to meet the people gathered.”

People were surprised when they saw the Ambii Sorceress’s method of divination. It might have been because they saw a shaman for the first time. She saw the past, present and future.

The Ambii Sorceress saw that the holy spirits of my parents were at the Bayan Mountain behind the Khuvsgul Lake. It was not an easy task to find the spirits hidden many years ago. I had heard about the sky messengers that looked for and found the hidden spirit items but I did not even dream that it would happen to me. The Sorceress told me, “Your family members are fond of hunting. Someone will appear someone who will guide you and show the way. They will show you the road and say “Don’t be confused and shoot me.”

We did not well understand what would appear and the how it would show us the way. I took my nephew with me, followed the way that the Sorceress showed us, reached a hummock and stopped. Suddenly a fox appeared, and jumped between the hummock and the horses which scared them. It seemed to not be a common fox. My nephew was attentive and he stopped me when I said “Let us shoot this fox”. Soon we realized that the fox was a spirit. Ambii Sorceress was guiding us we and decided to follow it. The fox guided us to the top of the Bayan/Rich Mountain and when it reached the point it just disappeared.

So we found the revealed place. We saw a previously prepared and well decorated stone house at the top of the mountain and entered it. We were very surprised to see the previously used objects, shaman drum, armors and clothing. Unfortunately, they had become so brittle that when touched by the  winds and  rain moisture they broke apart. It was too fragile to take with us, so we thoroughly inspected the way of making the spirit items and drew pictures of them. The Ambii sorceress asked us to come back soon upon finding them. We could not manage to return quickly as she asked because of the long road back. When we reached her, the Ambii Sorceress had already gone to the everlasting blue sky. I still have deep sorrow that we could not retrurn and see her while she was alive.

I had created my parent’s spirit items as seen in the pictures. I had never called the spirit, but one day I was brave enough, wore all the clothing and called for the spirit but nothing happened. Soon after I was taught how to call the spirit by the well known Davaajav shaman, which was to call the spirit at a crossroads at midnight. Doing as he said, I fell unconscious at the junction. I then first met my spirit .   

It was not my luck to meet the spirit while having a teacher. I always think that if I could manage to see the Ambii Sorceress while alive she might respectfully invite my spirit. When I met the relatives of the Sorceress, they handed me over the khovlogo/spiritual item and khonginuur/shamanic bell and I keep them now at a place hidden from eyes as she willed me to.

I had not tried it during forty years of working in the educational sector, but I experienced this after retiring by seeing and experiencing all of the above mentioned. Maybe I was doing it as I do not want to leave the earth at my young age. The action which I first made to protect my life has made me a person who reveals, treats, cures and makes magic with the support of my spirit power. I do all that I can for the well being of the people. It is awesome to understand that personnel interest never can be maintained and the help and well being of other people is an esteemed mission not to be changed by any treasure.

Everyone was sacred of and avoided this place, where people put their dead ones openly instead of burying them. Even  animals did not dare to come close, where horrifying sounds were heard and cold terrifying multi-colored lights were seen, and when I dared to see the reasons of those I was born twice as a shaman.  

I headed to the place of which people and animal were scared, dug out some earth and collected human bones which created lights, especially the holey bones which created various terrifying sound when the wind passed through them. Then I dug a hole, put into it a black caldron, put the bones into it, put another black caldron on top upside down, buried it all with soil, tied seven color swathes and begged, prayed and implored the lords and nymphs of the place to remove the  items that scared people and animals Since that time the tree has become not a scaring or terrifying place but it has become the amulet tree where many people come, gather and pray. 

These years when I have been named as the Holy magic and “black” shaman and respected by the people are long, but the loneliness when I suddenly lost my wife and started to live alone seems to be even longer. Taking a pen and writing a story on a paper was difficult with this sadness, but I managed to write my autobiography with the support of my inspiring sky that sees me and the amulet tree that protects and always supports me.

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