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Originally posted by Mr Headshot
I've got one. It's a local indian legend (not too local apparently because similar stories are found all over the world) about these little people called nunnapees. I'm spelling that phonetically because I don't know if there's a real spelling for it.
Anyway, they're little people who make their homes in river banks. They're usually mischievious, horribly fast, and hairy. I've met plenty of indians who swear they've seen these little guys.
There's no real moral to most of the stories, the closest thing to a moral I've heard was basically, "don't be a slob because the little people will steal your stuff."
It's just interesting because it's so widespread all over the world, and it's believed in so strongly around here.
Originally posted by halfoldman
It's not really a story, but I'd like to share one of my favorite poems about the search for instant wealth. It's by Edgar Allen Poe:
Eldorado:
Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.
But he grew old
This knight so bold
And o'er his heart a shadow
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.
And, as his strength
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow
"Shadow," said he,
"Where can it be
This land of Eldorado?"
"Over the Mountains
Of the Moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,"
The shade replied
"If you seek for Eldorado!"
Originally posted by halfoldman
reply to post by anonymousAlienResearcher
It ain't so much of a story as a truism.
They were desert people who recognized each other by footprint tracks.
They saw the wind as a force to clean the tracks when somebody died, so they would know not to look for them any more.
There is also an allusion to the wind making dust (the footprints become spirits). Perhaps it's a bit similar to : "Ashes to ashes; dust to dust".
I am Kokopelli,
All are Kokopelli.
There is nothing that is not Kokopelli.
I as Kokopelli am myself, in search of Kokopelli.
When Kokopelli meets Kokopelli,
Kokopelli is pleased.
All who know the mystery of Kokopelli's play,
Sense the future that is on it's way.
Listen for the simple beauty of the flute,
It hearkens the truth and enlightens the route.
Go Kokopelli!
Kokopelli.
Originally posted by CoffinFeeder
Well lets see..
There once was a man from Nantucket..
wait, wrong thread..
main folk tale around here is Resurrection Mary www.prairieghosts.com...
Originally posted by anonymousAlienResearcher
Originally posted by CoffinFeeder
Well lets see..
There once was a man from Nantucket..
wait, wrong thread..
main folk tale around here is Resurrection Mary www.prairieghosts.com...
very nice read...i bit mystifying just like the story of the ghost that was picked up in a car and the car suddenly crashed...ill see if i can find the video for it...when i do i will post it...thanks for the story!!!
Originally posted by IMSAM
ah check that french guys books jacques vallee.he joins ufo phenomenon with folklore stories.and somewhere in his books he mentions the research of a priest about these things.check scribd for more details.i would give you names of books but had a recent format and lost em.you will find excellent info in there