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Here are more memories of my past life in the stone age, I am Saline
Europe 4,500 BC
I am Saline, daughter of char-di, born under the sign of new moon in new star. The heavenly sign has determined that I am moon priestess to my clan. We live in the cliffs and mountains above the village of the river people. ( near modern day Salzburg, Austria ) My clan lives up on the cliffs like our ancient ones did, but some of my people now live in the lowlands in well made tents.
It is time for the harvest, so I must partake of the harvest ceremony. I learn the dance and ritual, we twirl fire on fire sticks, and pour libations onto the ground. The day of the harvest bone woman chants from her cave across the valley, we can hear her piercing screams that echo from the cliffs. Father comes with his flint sickle, it is long and curved, affixed to a wood handle. We stand together on the ledge of the cliff, listening to bone woman, awaiting the sign from her that the harvest can begin.
I am alone with father. I never knew my mother, she died when I was very young. I must help father so we are able contributors to our clan. Your value is determined by what you can produce . We work in the harvest now, and this must be done for the continuance of the clan. A good harvest will make our clan strong.
Bone woman begins to let out long piercing wails. Suddenly she stops. It is time to go to the harvest.
We go. Father and I walk together up on the high path that runs along the cliff ledge. Below us is the lowlands forest. We see the tree tops from here, and on the other side of the valley are more steep mountain cliffs.
Father carries his sharpened flint sickle. It looks like this:
Father looks like this, and he often carries animal hides draped over his shoulder:
I look like this, a gray fur skirt, with three squirrel tails affixed to my deer skin top:
Selene looks like this girl in the painting her hair is blonde:
The path winds along the high cliffs, past several shallow caves where my people dwell. We pass a rugged area of immense boulders that block out our view. Then the trail descends towards the valley floor. We enter the dark, damp forest, where tall trees tower above us. We follow the path to a clearing, a part of the forest where we have felled the trees. There are long fields of grain here. The grain has turned a deep golden color. Now is the time for the harvest.
Father cuts the tall wheat low on the stalks. I gather the cut stalks and bundle them, placing each bundle in an upright position to dry in the wind. We will return in about a week to gather the bundles.
The harvest is abundant, it has been a good growing season. I help other women of my clan to thresh the grain on the barren rocks below our rock shelter. Then we must separate the wheat kernel from the hulls, and this takes time. We rub the husks in our hands, and the kernels are placed into earthen pots for storage. We store the flour up high on wooden platforms that are built inside the rock shelters.
When we have finished the harvest, there is a celebration. We have a feast of fire roasted meats and herbal drink. We are happy knowing that our granary is full and we will have enough food to last us through another cold winter.
Up high in the cliffs are the long, shallow rock shelters where many members of my clan live. We have dome-shaped huts made of sewn hides.The floors of our huts are paved with flat rocks. In the middle of the hut we have a fire pit. Sometimes I cook here, but other times I cook outside, under the rock shelter.
There are many huts under the rock shelter, and near the opening of the caves there are large fire pits. We make big fires here, where oftentimes we do communal cooking. Sometimes many families share the duties of cooking meals when there is meat to eat from a successful hunt.
We sit in a circle around the fire pit. We have our harvest feast. Father laughs, and he makes the growling sound of a bear. Everyone laughs, we are all happy, after the feast we will have drums and ritual dancing.
Read the rest at my blog page http://www.mysteryportals.com/Saline%20Stone%20Age%20Girl.html
Does anyone else remember a past life that occured during the Stone Age? Please Share.
Europe 4,500 BC
I am Saline, daughter of char-di, born under the sign of new moon in new star. The heavenly sign has determined that I am moon priestess to my clan. We live in the cliffs and mountains above the village of the river people. ( near modern day Salzburg, Austria ) My clan lives up on the cliffs like our ancient ones did, but some of my people now live in the lowlands in well made tents.
It is time for the harvest, so I must partake of the harvest ceremony. I learn the dance and ritual, we twirl fire on fire sticks, and pour libations onto the ground. The day of the harvest bone woman chants from her cave across the valley, we can hear her piercing screams that echo from the cliffs. Father comes with his flint sickle, it is long and curved, affixed to a wood handle. We stand together on the ledge of the cliff, listening to bone woman, awaiting the sign from her that the harvest can begin.
I am alone with father. I never knew my mother, she died when I was very young. I must help father so we are able contributors to our clan. Your value is determined by what you can produce . We work in the harvest now, and this must be done for the continuance of the clan. A good harvest will make our clan strong.
Bone woman begins to let out long piercing wails. Suddenly she stops. It is time to go to the harvest.
We go. Father and I walk together up on the high path that runs along the cliff ledge. Below us is the lowlands forest. We see the tree tops from here, and on the other side of the valley are more steep mountain cliffs.
Father carries his sharpened flint sickle. It looks like this:
Father looks like this, and he often carries animal hides draped over his shoulder:
I look like this, a gray fur skirt, with three squirrel tails affixed to my deer skin top:
Selene looks like this girl in the painting her hair is blonde:
The path winds along the high cliffs, past several shallow caves where my people dwell. We pass a rugged area of immense boulders that block out our view. Then the trail descends towards the valley floor. We enter the dark, damp forest, where tall trees tower above us. We follow the path to a clearing, a part of the forest where we have felled the trees. There are long fields of grain here. The grain has turned a deep golden color. Now is the time for the harvest.
Father cuts the tall wheat low on the stalks. I gather the cut stalks and bundle them, placing each bundle in an upright position to dry in the wind. We will return in about a week to gather the bundles.
The harvest is abundant, it has been a good growing season. I help other women of my clan to thresh the grain on the barren rocks below our rock shelter. Then we must separate the wheat kernel from the hulls, and this takes time. We rub the husks in our hands, and the kernels are placed into earthen pots for storage. We store the flour up high on wooden platforms that are built inside the rock shelters.
When we have finished the harvest, there is a celebration. We have a feast of fire roasted meats and herbal drink. We are happy knowing that our granary is full and we will have enough food to last us through another cold winter.
Up high in the cliffs are the long, shallow rock shelters where many members of my clan live. We have dome-shaped huts made of sewn hides.The floors of our huts are paved with flat rocks. In the middle of the hut we have a fire pit. Sometimes I cook here, but other times I cook outside, under the rock shelter.
There are many huts under the rock shelter, and near the opening of the caves there are large fire pits. We make big fires here, where oftentimes we do communal cooking. Sometimes many families share the duties of cooking meals when there is meat to eat from a successful hunt.
We sit in a circle around the fire pit. We have our harvest feast. Father laughs, and he makes the growling sound of a bear. Everyone laughs, we are all happy, after the feast we will have drums and ritual dancing.
Read the rest at my blog page http://www.mysteryportals.com/Saline%20Stone%20Age%20Girl.html
Does anyone else remember a past life that occured during the Stone Age? Please Share.
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