Psychosis

[Kamikaze]

In my second episode of Psychosis I received another type of stories. Stories about the master of Finland. A person who allegedly lived some thousand of years ago. Who lived a alleged thousand years himself.

I wrote a short story of one of the stories he was involved in. Kind of a short reproduction as the original stories that were deleted.

Suomen mestari.
Vanha se mestari oli.
Tässä tarina on.
Eli kai tuhanet vuota siten. Se oli sillan kaveri.
Silla siinä oli. Lähti Suomesta pitkälle lenkille. Ei tullut takaisin. Sillä oli ratkaiseva homma tehtävässä. Ryöstö siinä oli tehty Suomen maasa. Lähti rosvon perään pitkän matkalle.
Miten se meni. Löysi rosvon kaukaana Suomesta. Korkealla maala hän löysi tekiän omassa maasa. Ne oli saaresa, taivan maasa. Taipei tapoi kaikensa. Teki soppa kaikesta.
Tässä saa tarjoa kunnialle ruoka että saa tarpensa.

Kuin sai rosvon kiini. Kunnia sai maista miten se maksa siitä.
Kuula sai ota siitä. Kunnian sai ota kiini. Oo siinä kuin otan maksun siltä.
Makkarasoppa tehdän siiltä.
Sillä oli kunniat ottetu pois.
Kunnialle on kunnian soppa tarjoilla.
Makkara ja kuula on tarjoilla.
Suomen mestari oli kokki mestari.

Kunnia kui sai maista kunnian ruoka.
Tarina on siinä.
Kunnia sai maksaa.

Finnish champion.
He was an old champion.
Here is the story.
So I guess thousands of years ago. He was a friend of Silla.
There was Silla. He left Finland for a long walk. He didn't come back. He had a crucial task to do. The robbery was committed in Finnish land. He went after the robber for a long journey.
How did it go? He found the robber far from Finland. High up in the country he found the one who did it in his own country. They were islands, in the sky. Taipei killed all of them. He made a soup of everything.
Here you offer food for honor so that you can get what you need.
As if you caught the robber. Honor got to taste how it pays for it.
You got a ball from it. Honor got to catch it. That's how I take payment from it.
Sausage soup is made from it.
For honor had been taken away.
Honor has a soup of honor to serve.
Sausage and a balls are served.
The Finnish champion was a master chef.

It was an honor to taste the food of honor.
That's the story.
The honor had to be paid.

The translation is a little janky though.
The master chef took the honours to serve the king of the robbers with a meal.

[maksa],[maksaa] means both liver and to be paid in Finnish.
So it can mean he both had to pay and was served liver.

The original story was macabre. How honours were taken away and served as a meal.
Your honours were served.

There were several versions of this story made as it got a central position in the stories I received in my second psychosis.

Story is short that some robbers plundered Finland of all food and peoples and the Master of Finland. The king went after the robbers. It was noted they were cannibals. They made soup of everything. So the king captured the guilty and served their honours to their king. He had heard they were hungry and lacking in food after all. Coming all the way to Finland for plunder.
He was a master chef after all.

The original story had a lot of sentences structured around play of words and dual meanings that I have hard time remembering now. It wasn't a nice story.

[kunnia kuin sai kuula] --> [The king was served balls], [The king as he heard.]
the sentences could be translated multiple ways.
there were multiple of these sentences in the longer stories. I hardly remember what they were now.

The king went all the way to Korea/Mongolia to find that the culprits lived on a island, Taiwan. the whole island comprised of pirates and cannibals.
They travelled around the world to plunder nations and peoples.
There were many a story around this ordeal of ancient Taiwan and what they had done.
They weren't nice stories to hear.
Lots of the stories in my second psychosis circled around stories about cannibals.

[Kamikaze]

A little story about the shape of the earth.

[Vanha ämmä]

Ämmä se on vanha, se on äwwä. Äwwä tässä on maame alla. Ymärrä miten se on vanha.
Se on maame alla.
Ämmä tässä äwwä on meidän kaiken ämmä.
Se on iki vanha ämmä.
Tässä on sen piirtet. Ne on meidän alla. Se on maame alla.
Suussi antaa elämä.
Mamut on isot. Rintamaat on isot ja lämmit. Sydän on kaartuomen takana. Niile kuin me mennään. Kalkutta pääsä, miten se menee. Nokka on iso. Siinä lähte verinen läiskä. Tiputtelle pitkään. Himu laijalle on pitkä matka. Siellä kiiku taivalle. Tie taivalle on pitkä. Siinä matkaille.
Nippun kukkia lyötä matkalle. Isot on maat taivalle. Kiini ota sanat suusta kuin matkaille. Ämmä on iso kuin huoma miten se matka menee. Suusi on kuin meri kuin se anta elämä.
Auringon maa löytä sieltä kuin katso pitkään. Ämmä katso sitä pitkään. Ämmä tietää miten se lämmittä.
Kengät sielltä löytä. Alaskanta ja peruskanta. Siellä ne riikuu kuin katso valtavaa meriä. Siellä on matka pitkä. Ämmä katso kenkiä. Siellä ne liiku ja iske toisian. Rikki ne on mennyt. Vanhat on ne kengät. Pohja irti ja rutto kengä siinä on.
Maame on isot. Kengät on isot. Ämmä on iso. Äwwä se on.
Selkä on paljas ja kylmänä. Se on jääsä ja märkänä.
Kylmä siinä on.
Käsi sillä on siinä sellän takaana. Siinä me ollan.
Me ollan ämmän kässissä. Lämpinä ne on. Lapsi siinä on kässisä. Siinä meillä on matka mennä rintalle kuin tarvetta on.
Sydän on lämmin kuin siellä on. Niile kuin on matka kuin tarvetta on.
Ämmä on vanhin mitä siellä on.
Länsimaat on lähellä käsiä. Ne on sormen alla. Länten kuin me mennän rinnet me mennän ylös. Vuoren rinnelle me mennän. Kulta me etsimme. Siellä emme anna sitä muille. Ämmä se antaa. Ämmä se teitää mitä me halumme. Ämmä se tietää mistä me sitä löytämme. Äwwä siinä on on meidän allamme.
Mahamme on veden alla, ei sittä näytämme. Emme anna sitä toisille. Ympäri ämpärä me mennään kuin taistelemme. Ämpärä on iso kuin katselle. Ämmä siinä on kuin katselle. Ämpärissä se on kuin muistelle missä se on. Ympäri ämpärä me mennän kuin äwwä, ämmä katsellan.
Ämpärässä on maame missä me asumme.
Piirtet on suussa kuin muistelle. Ämmä tietää ne.
Ämmä se tietää.
Ympäri ämmä me kullemme. Siinä on se tarina.

[Old mother]

Mother it is old, it is mother. Mother here is under our land. Understand how old it is.
It is under our land.
Mother here mother is our mother of all.
It is an eternal mother.
Here are its features. They are under us. It is under our land.
Your mouth gives life.
Breasts are big. Breasts are big and warm. Heart is behind the arch. As we go. Calcutta on the head, how it goes. The beak is big. There is a bloody spot. Drip for a long time. Longing for the wide is a long journey. There swing to the sky. The road to the sky is long. There for journeys.
A bunch of flowers toss for the journey. Big are the lands to the sky. Close take the words from your mouth as for journeys. Mother is big as notice how the journey goes. Your mouth is like the sea as it gives life.
The land of the sun can be found there as long as you look. Mother look at it for a long time. Mother knows how it warms.
Shoes can be found there. Bottom and base. There they hang like looking at a vast sea. There is a long journey. Mother look at the shoes. There they move and hit each other. They have broken. Those shoes are old. The sole is loose and the shoes are rotten.
Our country is big. The shoes are big. Mother is big. Oh my.
Her back is bare and cold. It is icy and wet.
It is cold.
Her hand is behind her back. There we are.
We are in mother's hands. They are warm. The child is in her hands. There we have a way to go to the chest when there is a need.
The heart is warm when there is a need. When there is a way when there is a need.
Mother is the oldest there is.
The Western countries are close to the hands. They are under the finger. As we go west, we go up the slopes. We go to the mountainside. We seek gold. There we do not give it to others. Mother gives. Mother tells us what we want. Mother knows where we can find it. Mother is there, it is under us.
Our stomach is under water, we do not show it. We do not give it to others. Around the bucket we go as if we are fighting. The bucket is big as a gaze. Mother is there as if to look. In the bucket it is as if to remember where it is. Around the bucket we go as if to look, mother I look.
In the bucket is our land where we live.
The lines are in the mouth as if to remember. Mother knows them.
Mother knows.
Around the mother we travel. That's the story.

[petra]

My mother would have liked this, I think!
My psychosis started before she died. It went on for a long time
I think the thing that triggered it was when child services took my child away. I am convinced aliens had something to do with it but I'm not angry about it anymore because I trust that God knows exactly what's going on

My brothers psychosis started when he was very young. He got emancipated at 16 and dealt with schizophrenia his whole life. He thinks he's talking to spirits but I think aliens are more likely!

He was lucky to be born. My mother conceived him with an IUD in. He lived in there with the IUD and was born premature. He's somewhat of a miracle

[Kamikaze]

In my psychosis in my interaction with Beelzebub there came up the question how to end the psychosis. How to get it to end. I don't recall if this was my second or third psychotic episode this happened in.

The answer was it was to be [hoidettava], taken care off. You had to use anointment. Something that priests do. And the anointment wasn't your everyday thing either.
The anointment was dangerous if you touched it with anything but your palm. It was literally the sweat of your brow collected and made into a substance that was highly flammable and dangerous if not handled properly.
It was not to be collected by anyone or by any person either. Or off anyone either.
There were many a rule to it. The substance was not to be touched by anything and could only be collected directly off a person by it dripping into a jar or something where you would seal it.
You could die if you handle it wrong was the answer.

A priest was to take this substance and place it on your forehead and rub it in by their own palm,wrist. This would alleviate the psychosis as was said. It would take a while.
This anointment was rare and hard to come by. Only have so much of it stocked in their vaults as well. It can explode if handled or stored wrong.

At the hospital stuck in our room. The way we did it was that in a ritualistic form we made the anointment ourselves. In a way I sweated a lot and had the substance form on it's own on my head. I don't recall how effective it was this way but I wasn't supposed to touch the head while it was done.
There was a whole ritual and prayer attached to it. I don't recall how it went exactly only that we were supposed to make it ourselves.
The substance is supposed to excrete in a ritual and prayer. I don't recall if it worked or not not thinking back at it.
It might have been had to be blessed or something as well I don't recall too well.

Just a short note of the things that might happen if you talk to Beelzebub and others.
You might get some strange answers.
They like their prayers and rituals.
The anointment was made and I don't recall if it worked or not.
I recall the interaction continue for a while after.
You need the real deal I think. Not something made on the spot.

Only note that the substance is dangerous. Don't touch it willy nilly. The priest has to be careful not to get it anywhere but on his wrist/palm when he applies it.
And you are not supposed to apply it anywhere but on your forehead. There was a meaning to it I don't recall.
I don't think they have this substance anywhere these days. It was something old and ancient. A old practice they no longer do.
I recall they might only have it in old storage in Israel or something these days. Old and forgotten. No one knows about it any more. It was such a old practice.
It was such a hard way to get substance and volatile to use they discontinued the practice.

[se oli hoidettava]-->[it had to be taken care of]
You try all kinds of strange things to try and get the psychosis to end.

[Kamikaze]

Se oli hoidettava.
Hoide hoitaa homman. Se on voide.
Sen kuin sai oli kaikki hyvin.
Voide on hoide.
Se hoita homman.
Voide pannan päälle. Se kuin tietää, kaikki mene hyvin.
Hoidettava on se homma.
Pannan se päälle.
Hoide hoita homman.
Se oli hoidettava homma.

It had to be treated.
Treatment will do the job. It's ointment.
Everything was fine when I got it.
Ointment is treatment.
It will do the job.
I'll put the ointment on. It's like you know, everything will be fine.
It's the job to be treated.
I'll put it on.
Treatment will do the job.
It had to be treated.

It's like a old saying.
The sweat of your brow will be required.

[Kamikaze]

One thing I didn't mention is that in my second psychosis there came a part where I could hear like a plug get released in my head and water/blood start to flow. I heard it by my left ear. A plug loosen and release of blood flow.
There might have been a blood-plug/clot there in the brain near my left ear. it took it's time and I heard several of these plugs get loose and succinct blood flow. A pretty large plug if there was one. I took it up with the staff at the hospital but they said nothing.

They did a brain scan several days later with the MRI. Not saying what it was for. They never said anything about all the tests and other things they did.
They never came back to inform how the blood work had said or anything.
Staff don't speak with the patients at the psychotic ward in general. So you are left with the problems on your own and pass time as free as you can with only two TV's for the entire ward. Books were locked behind a door no one could access in general.
It kinda gets boring having nothing to do. Only remedy is if you bring your phone with you. As there at least was free internet there at the hospital if you had your smartphone to use it with. they had a room with phone chargers if you needed to charge them.
There was a rule to bring with you all you might need when you get interned. But no one said anything about it to patients. You had to figure it out yourself.
Talking to other patients was pretty much no go. you weren't supposed to talk to each other in general.
There were patients that were to far gone in sensibilities and common sense that it was hard to deal with them.
My third stay at the hospital wasn't nice because of certain individuals there at that time.
My first and second stays were pretty tame with no issues. The atmosphere was better.
Though you had to stay 1-2weeks each time you went there. They kept you under observation so you aren't doing anything crazy or such. Though they didn't intervene or help much with anything if you had issues. You had to deal with issues yourself.

The plug and release of blood was noteworthy though. You literally heard how blood started to flow behind your ear when it was released.

[petra]

I didn't have my phone when the cops got me and I first got admitted to hospital. I also didn't have shoes lol

My friend found my phone out in my yard, right where I purposefully left it

Some glad to have it back! Headphones were great in there too

[Kamikaze]

Posted by petra (here)
I didn't have my phone when the cops got me and I first got admitted to hospital. I also didn't have shoes lol

My friend found my phone out in my yard, right where I purposefully left it

Some glad to have it back! Headphones were great in there too

I reckon you had your episodes last longer than mine. Got any stories from them to share? I reckon you heard & experienced quite the bit of varied stuff.

I've not gone through it all yet in this thread yet. There is more for me to share when I gather the topics together. The Finnish Master/champion had some more stories to it.

[Kamikaze]

A little bit about the word [saarna], the word means sermon but the word, [sarna] means a hinge. A door's hinge. [sarana] is the written word but you shorten it to [sarna] in speech.
So when you take oral saying, tradition. [saarna, sarna] sound the same in wording.

So you are receiving a sermon as well as listening through the heavens door's hinge.

You are sitting nearby the heavenly door, by the hinge peaking inside listening to what you might hear or see.

I never connected what [saarna] meant. what is this about a hinge I hear when I received my sermons. It was months later I learned what [saarna] meant after my psychotic episodes. I never connected the word to the sayings I received. I was stumped about the word for long.
the same was for [höpö, höpinä]. but I caught on a little faster on those. What is he babbling on about I thought many a time when these unknown words were heard.

I didn't connect that I had received sermons but afterwards when much content had been deleted. If I had known the words meaning much earlier I would not have deleted my content, but saved it for later.
I didn't get that much sermons in my third psychotic episode as in my first or second ones.
My first and second episode resulted in many a long sermons that I would have loved to share.

I'm not planning for a new psychosis so I might not get more of them any more.
But they were so interesting to receive.

[petra]

Posted by Kamikaze (here)

Posted by petra (here)
I didn't have my phone when the cops got me and I first got admitted to hospital. I also didn't have shoes lol

My friend found my phone out in my yard, right where I purposefully left it

Some glad to have it back! Headphones were great in there too

I reckon you had your episodes last longer than mine. Got any stories from them to share? I reckon you heard & experienced quite the bit of varied stuff.

I've not gone through it all yet in this thread yet. There is more for me to share when I gather the topics together. The Finnish Master/champion had some more stories to it.

I wouldn't even know where to begin. The main thing I took away from it all was that I couldn't fight it on my own. I was awake for many days just before I was hospitalized. They butt-needled me, and when I woke up I was on my period with two pairs of underwear on! Since I had no shoes they gave me a pair of fluffy purple slippers

The first thing I did was go to the common room. There was a guy watching UFC. My first thought was "oh no! I'm STILL trapped in the fake world". Maybe the medication helped but eventually the world started to feel normal and not scary anymore.

I was afraid to go back to my house at first. Not scared of the house any more though. I actually sold that house, the sale closes on June 24. I moved in with my boyfriend and I'm really lucky because he has dealt with psychosis before too. He takes a small dose of the drug Abilify that I used to be on.

If things get out of hand, I know I can call PEIR. It stands for Psychosis Early Intervention and Recovery

[Kamikaze]

A little story about the Finnish champion who lived a thousand years.

He ate only the [tuoren tuote] that there was. The freshest product there was. Raw and direct from the ground.
You need to eat only the raw products and whole. And if you eat a animal you ate it raw and whole. This was his secret to long life.
You would eat the plants directly from the ground. He had a wast knowledge about everything. So he knew what to eat and what else you needed if you ate something specific. Not all plants are safe to eat directly. He knew what else he needed to nullify the bad effects.

[tuoren tuote] was the necessity to long life.
You aren't meant to cook or have stuff laying around. It needs to be fresh and new. Direct from the ground.

He would wander the forests day in and day out to get the freshest meals he could get.
he was a huge man and he needed a lot of it. he would eat animals whole, bones and all.
He spent much time and energy to just get his meals for the day.

This is how we lived in the past. Only ate from direct from the ground. Animals whole and raw. There is wast knowledge needed to know what you can eat all in all.

He owned vast lands of the north. he would wander around long walks around the forests and plants for food. He killed anyone he encountered that was trespassing. He was king, and anyone else was not allowed where he walked in search for food.

People were not allowed on his lands. They were his hunting grounds for foods.
He was atop them all. No one was allowed to be better than him.

He would let others teach him new things and then kill the person for knowing more than him. He was supposed to be the master of all. No one else was allowed to know more than him.

He was a terror all in all to his subjects. he could easily kill anyone else that he wanted.
Much time was spent on learning new things about it all. A thousand years means you have time to learn it all.

Through all this time he learned how to make nukes all in all. The story gets strange with this knowledge in hand all in all.
Who was he and how did he learn this specific thing and from whom may we ask. The story didn't tell. Only that he knew how to make them and he did make them. Or had his subjects make them to his specifications.

The story gets strange with the reveal he had nukes and used them in cannons around his villa. Anyone caught sneaking to his castle would get blasted away with a nuke hitting them like a homing arrow.

It was at the end of his life that he learned to make nukes. he didn't use them too much but to defend his territory.
He had learned advanced techniques.

The devices were really advanced. He had all kinds of devices that are more modern than the modern world.

He had a flying device like a fighter aircraft. With jets and all. Roaring across the skies across his wast territories.

He would travel to Asia and have them make him trinkets of all kinds. Asia was much more advanced than it is seen as of today. They knew metallurgy and manufacturing to a high degree. They knew how to build to specifications and built him a vast array of devices when he gave them schematics.

He had learned it all. He knew it all. He was the master of everything. He knew everything. No one was supposed to know stuff he didn't already know.

He lived for a thousand years. He built many a thing and trinket in those years. They were all at his mansion, castle. And there they were left when he died. No one dared to go there or knew where exactly his mansion was. The cannons didn't stop from working when he died.

Heat detecting cannons armed with nuclear warheads. Try to get close and you will know what it does.

He had wast wealth and trinkets left at the mansion when he died.

This all happened several thousand years back. More time than you could fathom.
He was feared by them all. Respected beyond any sane reason. As he killed a many person who crossed his path all in all through his travels.
He loved to travel. In search of more knowledge and food for his large stomach.

[Kamikaze]

There was a short story about the champion when he was travelling on foot to Asia.

There had come up a roadblock. a wall and gate, tollbooths. The guards didn't know who he was. Didn't allow him to pass. So he took some dynamite or similar and threw at the gate from a distance and blew it all up.
When word reached the higher officials they were scared to death about having offended the master.

much scuffles and stuff went around.
The master continued on his travels and blew up a few gates on his way.
The guards were told not to interfere.

This was and old path he had travelled many a year. To suddenly be denied access wasn't something he would tolerate.

He walked across the now open path with a smile and wink to the guards.

[Kamikaze]

He was a muscular man, a strongman. All the [tuoren tuote] eating made him incredibly strong. He was as strong as several normal men combined. Eating prey from bone to brain and all made for incredible strength.

He could take on a bear and win if I would describe it all. Barehanded.

He was incredibly intelligent and wise. He made a nuke after all.

What happened to all his devices and trinkets wasn't told. he might have stashed many a thing in a cache, safe, cave. not everything was at his mansion.

If you find this cache no one would believe what you have found. Trinkets out of this world. Things that would surpass modern tech and understanding at points.
When you have all the time in the world you can gain unimaginable intelligence. It's a necessity to live old.

How true this story is I don't know. Only that I received it and decided to write it down in parts. Mostly I go from memory. It put a lasting impression in my mind after all. How could this all be true after all.

[petra]

I have many stories in my mind that I don't know if they are true or not
I remember blowing up a planet! I hope that wasn't true..

My brother told me a story about two kings that decided to have a horse race instead of a war, and that one sounds like it could be true. I hate war and killing, wouldn't it be nice if people could settle their differences with a nice game

[Kamikaze]

It was told where his mansion was located. It's close by to a swamp, peat area near our family summer cottage.

It was built on-top a swamp. The story is that it was left unattended and everything sunk down into the swamp within the years. they are there down in the ground if someone would make a expedition to locate it.

I was told not the exact swamp only that it's close to the lake where our cottage is located. If you would dig at the correct location you could find the remains of his mansion in the swamp.

Swamps are notorious to preserve things for a long time. So you could find items in pristine condition.

Strangely enough the location for the nuclear arsenal is close by as well. It's there in the forests in the ground.

I was told the area is rich in nuclear material overall and he mined if there in the local village where our cottage is located.

He used the new formula, where you only need flakes of material for a nuke. this area was supposed to have these flakes all over the ground. if you pick it up and use it you could make nukes from the flakes laying around on the ground surface.

My cottage, our cottage was quite central to many a story in the psychosis. There were all kinds of secrets to the location and stories tied to it.

I hardly believe you for real would find nukes there today but the story was as the story said it was. They are there in the ground to be found.

The area was described as a nuclear test site in the ancient past. They would throw the nuclear spears from a hill nearby. The area is filled with potholes of lakes where nukes have gone off.

This village was supposed to be where his personal attendants would have lived in the ancient past. The champions, the masters attendants.

[Kamikaze]

It's interesting to note the family cottage had a central role to many a story of mine.

At first it was the location of the nuclear arsenal from my first psychosis. It's in a nearby forest somewhere near the village. Those spears and spinners.
Second it was the location where the demon appeared when I was visiting hell. The one that ate everything and grew exponentially.
It's the location of the spear throwers who would cast these nuclear bombs on demons in hell. It's the location of the throwing range where they threw the atomic bombs all over the earth.
It's the location where Jesus supposedly stayed in his last years after arriving in Finland.
It's the location of where the master of Finland, the champion lived or rather pretty close to it. As his attendants lived in the local village.
It's the location of where I met [Iki] the storyteller. The person from South America in the ancient past. Where people would throw nuclear bombs at the ice caps. This was a far long time ago.
It's the location of pilgrimage I was supposed to do in my stories. I was supposed to travel there in my psychosis and share there my stories. Be a storyteller myself.
It was where I would gather all northern fins as a location of pilgrimage.
It was the location at which Russia would invade to capture me as a pre-emptive protection operation. To bring me to Russia as protection from America and others.
It's the manufacturing location of the ancient nuclear bombs.
The ground is supposedly rich in uranium or similar and would be a wise investment as was told for a mine. I was supposed to invest in the land there before it becomes known.
It was supposedly even the capital city of ancient Finland from the time of the master of Finland, the champion. Though only a small one, tiny versus how powerful they were.

There were many a story that had our cottage as destination where you would need to go.

[Kamikaze]

There was a story that two castles were throwing nuclear bombs at each other.

It was a short story. It came along between the others.

Two rivalling castles had attained nukes and they started to throw them at each other. Surprisingly no one hit the others castle directly just around and about them nearby.

They threw quite the few of them until they were only ruins left. I don't know how it ended but there were literally nothing left after the ordeal was complete. I don't know whom won or did either win at all. Their castles were blown to pieces by the nearby blasts.
The battle ended when they had no more nukes left to throw at each other I suppose.
Though there was a hint that they were manufacturing them as they went along. But I guess their facilities to make them were destroyed.

I think a truce was made after some time. They didn't make new bombs afterwards.

It was a destructive and ridiculous exchange. both camps abandoned their castle ruins, they didn't rebuild.

It was a quick exchange, the battle didn't last too long. Only thing slowing them down was how fast they could build new bombs.

[Kamikaze]

There was a little quirp that the last ice age ended when a asteroid, comet hit the earth.

This was a story from the point of view of Africa. A large rainbow crossed the sky and hit the earth toward the west with a large shake of change in weather. The rain stopped in large parts of now northern Africa and a desert now formed. People had to move to new lands. Lake chad was a central location for a large civilization when it was called a land sea. It was much larger than today.

I had completely forgotten about this until I read a another post here in the forums about this same thing.

The story was they migrated from Lake chad to Khartoum in Sudan and then further north across the Nile river to Egypt from where they migrated east across the coasts of Yemen, Oman into now Iraq then ancient Sumer, Babylon. From there they might have gone to India, Pakistan from where they ventured north and back west to Iran, Iraq to Syria and such.
Those who ventured north stayed in parts across the plains areas west and east.

There were many a migration and path to follow. I don't know for sure whose people did the migrations only that they happened.

There was a underlaying story about migrations in general throughout the exploration I did with the words and sayings. It was kinda loose sitting and not exact. but there definitely was something to it that needed further exploration.

There was a story there that needed to be written down when there was enough material to it.

I only now recalled the comet thing going across the sky in Africa hitting lands to the far west. Probably north America.

[Kamikaze]

One of the last stories was about highway robbers.

I heard this story while travelling by car from Finland to Sweden on my third & last episode.
The story was long winded and cautioned me about other travellers and cars.
If a car had double letters or numbers on their license plate they were special cars in a network of robbers, thieves. They would be communicating with each other about whom to stop and rob and whatnot.

Our, my mothers car hade a double letter in the license plate so others would think we were part of the network. It went back and fort about how we were under supervision because we had attained a car with the wrong license plates. Commoners aren't supposed the own these cars.
We were getting tailed and tracked. So much was about avoiding the other cars to best of our efforts that we could do.
It was a long story that went through the whole night. I don't recall too much about what it was all about.
There were clues as to what clothes you wear signalled what kind of criminal you were.
A flannel shirt signified a hustler or scammer. Which I was wearing.

I had a lookout all the while looking for clues if that all was true or not. The stories seemed old fashioned. Like what might have happened a hundred to fifty years back or such.
I was bombarded by warnings about all these potential criminals in traffic. As much as to make you paranoid about it all.
But to much ado, nothing happened. Even stayed the night parked on a parking when the driver was too exhausted. Trying to sleep but having not much luck. I got to hear more about the stories instead.

There was a suspicious car in the parking I got warnings about. Highway murderers or whatnot was it supposed to be. Kept a close eye on it anyway but there was no movement from it at all.

It was a restless night and long day of travel. Not much fun when you hear stories about robbers and whatnot.
Got home safe and all.

A couple days later had to venture to the hospital again.

[Kamikaze]

What I have written within [saarna] brackets for example are what was given and said by the voices of the people around I could hear.
Sometimes they shared short stories other times they shared sermons. People talking could wary from story to another.
[A whole sentence inside a bracket, could have been heard in it's entirety]
I was careful to dictate it as I heard it.

They could be long or short. I mostly got short stories in my last episode. There were some longer sermons given in my first and second episodes.
They were wacky and strange.

One was called [Hirvitävä tarina]. It was a long one.
It went into detail that the word itself [hirvitävän] is a mix of Swedish and Finnish.
[hir-vitä-vän] --> [hur vit är vän] --> How white is friend.
The word itself [hirvitävä] means [horrible]
So there is a dual meaning encoded in the word itself.

[hirvitävä tarina] --> Horrible story.

It was a play on that how white are swedes really. We are whiter than you. that was the statement in the story.

[hirviö] --> monster
[hirvi-ö] --> is both meaning monster and a moose as -->
[hirvi] --> moose.

The story was about a white moose. How it's your friend. It's a monster and is horrible.

[hirvitävä se oli] --> Horrible it was.
I don't recall too much more about this story. It went on for a couple pages at least.
It was about swedes and how they would venture into Finnish lands.
They didn't always have the best of intentions coming around. You needed to watch out for them.
It played in part to the ancient past. When Finland wasn't part of Sweden yet. When it was no-mans-land. Independent and had no rulers.
There would come kidnappers and robbers, thieves etc looking for prey.
They would come to capture Finns as slaves I guess. Or rather to inquire about the secrets they had.
There was the underlaying story about the Finnish master, champion in the story. They would come and check if they would find him still around.
They were after his treasures and other secrets.
It was a story about witches. How they retained and passed on this secret knowledge among other knowledge.
It was a warning story about white men. how they are horrible and monsters. How they pretend to be your friend.
That's pretty much it I can recall about that particular story.


There was a short story about how Swedes would use cannons to execute Finns they found who were hiding from them.
Actual cannonballs and cannons. I think they were after the leadership, the witches who knew the past.
Swedes would send inquiries, missionaries etc to convert Finland to Christianity.
Finns retaining their ancient stories was not tolerated from what I could gather. The past was to be erased. So they took the storytellers and other people and either imprisoned them for life or killed them outright.
Not a nice story overall about their activities.

You were supposed to be careful about these men bearing gifts at times only to want to hear the ancient secrets. Who would kill the storyteller afterwards after hearing the story.

[How white is friend... How white are you?] was a recurring theme in [hirvitävä tarina]
This was about how swedes would ask how white the Finns were. Only to ask back [how white are you]
We are as white as they come.

This was about lineage and inheritance. They were all the children of the champion, the Finnish master going back in time.
There was no one greater than him around.

The Finnish champion was the parent of all children. He made them all. He was the only one allowed to breed.
Having this inheritance they would ask back on the swedes who were proud of their whiteness, on how white are you really.

There was a short sentence that said [saarna vihaa ruotsia]
The sermons hate Sweden.
It was a strange statement until you heard the story about what Swedes had done.