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Old 04-21-2010, 06:54 PM
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Default Woman Who Run With Wolves.

So i just started reading this book and its quite fascinating about the Wild Woman archetype. There are many stories that the author uses today i wanted to share one of them and i'll use this thread to share more and hope we can discusss.

There is a hank of beard which is kept at the convent of the white nuns in the far mountains. How it came to the convent no one knows.



Some say it was the nuns who buried what was left of his body, for no one else would touch it. Why the nuns would keep such a relic is unknown, but it is true.



My friend's friend has seen it with her own eyes. She says the beard is blue, indigo-colored to be exact. It is as blue as the dark ice in the lake, as blue as the shadow of a hole at night.



This beard was once worn by one who they say was a failed magician, a giant man with an eye for women, a man known by the name of Bluebeard.
'T was said he courted three sisters at the same time. But they were frightened of his beard with its odd blue cast, and so they hid when he called.



In an effort to convince them of his geniality he invited them on an outing in the forest. He arrived leading horses arrayed in bells and crimson ribbons.



He set the sisters and their mother upon the horses and off they cantered into the forest. There they had a most wonderful day riding, and their dogs ran beside and ahead.


Later they stopped beneath a giant tree and Bluebeard regaled them with stories and fed them dainty treats.


The sisters began to think, "Well, perhaps this man Bluebeard is not so bad after all."


They returned home all a-chatter about how interesting the day had been, and did they not have a good time? Yet, the two older sisters' suspicions and fears returned and they vowed not to see Bluebeard again.



But the youngest sister thought if a man could be that charming, then perhaps he was not so bad. The more she talked to herself, the less awful he seemed, and also the less blue his beard.


So when Bluebeard asked for her hand in marriage, she accepted. She had given his proposal great thought and felt she was to marry a very elegant man.
Marry they did, and after, rode off to his castle in the woods.
One day he came to her and said, "I must go away for a time. Invite your family here if you like. You may ride in the woods, charge the cooks to set a feast, you may do anything you like, anything your heart desires.



In fact, here is my ring of keys. You may open any and every door to the storerooms, the money rooms, any door in the castle; but this little tiny key, the one with the scrollwork on top, do not use."


His bride replied, "Yes, I will do as you ask. It all sounds very fine. So, go, my dear husband, and do not have a worry and come back soon." And so off he rode and she stayed.


Her sisters came to visit and they were, as all souls are, very curious about what the Master had said was to be done while he was away. The young wife gaily told them.


"He said we may do anything we desire and enter any room we wish, except one. But I don't know which one it is. I just have a key and I don't know which door it fits."


The sisters decided to make a game of finding which key fit which door. The castle was three stories high, with a hundred doors in each wing, and as there were many keys on the ring, they crept from door to door having an immensely good time throwing open each door.



Behind one door were the kitchen stores, behind another the money stores. All manner of holdings were behind the doors and everything seemed more wonderful all the time.



At last, having seen all these marvels, they came finally to the cellar and, at the end of the corridor, a blank wall.


They puzzled over the last key, the one with the little scrollwork on top. "Maybe this key doesn't fit anything at all." As they said this, they heard an odd sound - "errrrrrrrrrrr." They peeked around the corner, and - lo and behold! - there was a small door just closing.



When they tried to open it again, it was firmly locked. One cried, "Sister, sister, bring your key. Surely this is the door for that mysterious little key."
Without a thought one of the sisters put the key in the door and turned it. The lock scolded, the door swung open, but it was so dark inside they could not see.


"Sister, sister, bring a candle." So a candle was lit and held into the room and all three women screamed at once, for in the room was a mire of blood and the blackened bones of corpses were flung about and skulls were stacked in corners like pyramids of apples.


They slammed the door shut, shook the key out of the lock, and leaned against one another gasping, breasts heaving. My God! My God!


continued on: Kanzeon Zen Centrum Den Haag - Bluebeard
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