Beltane

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As part of the 2015 Earth Pathways Diary festival pages we are including extra information on these festival web pages, to encourage you to explore the energy of the festivals yourself through stories and storytelling. We have been gifted these beautiful stories and chants by Marion McCartney. Immerse yourself in this Beltane festival story.

The story for Beltane can be told to (and with) a wide variety of ages. It’s told in a number of countries (including Thailand) to give people hope and belief in the resilience of resistance. Everyone can be involved in creating the ‘sound  effects’ as the song is heard in different conditions.

The Hunter and the Golden Bird
a story from Thailand told by David Holt

Once a long time ago a hunter was walking through the woods. Far off in the forest he heard the faint sound of a bird singing a very strange song:
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah nah

The hunter walked and walked until at last he came to a tree with a beautiful golden bird sitting on the top.
He said, “Why does such a beautiful bird like you have such an ugly song?”
The bird looked down at the hunter and sang:
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah nah

The Hunter said, “If you don’t stop singing I’m going to shoot you with my bow and arrow!”
The bird just looked down and sang again in a mocking voice:
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah nah

The hunter put an arrow in his bow and shot – and he missed. The golden bird sang again:
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah nah

The hunter placed another arrow in his bow and shot again. The arrow went right to the bird’s heart. As the bird began to fall, the hunter rushed under the tree and the bird dropped in his sack. He pulled the sack tight and started to walk home. But from down inside the bag he heard the muffled singing of the bird:
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah nah

The hunter took the bird home, pulled it out of the sack, put it on the chopping block, and plucked the feathers from it. When he turned round to get a knife to cut the bird up he heard over on the chopping board:
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah nah

The hunter took the knife and cut the bird up into 100 small pieces and then scraped it into a large pot full of water and put it on the stove to boil. When the water began to boil he heard from down inside the pot,  the bird singing:
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah nah

The hunter was starting to get angry. He took the pot outside and put it on the ground, found himself a shovel and started to dig a deep, deep hole. When the hole was way over his head, he climbed out and pulled all the parts of the boiled bird into the hole and covered it with earth. And as he turned to go back into the house, he heard from deep in the ground the bird singing:
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah nah

Now the hunter was furious. He grabbed his shovel, dug up every piece of the bird, put them in a little wooden box and tied a large rock across the box with some rope. He went down to the river and threw the box as far as he could out into the water. It splashed and went straight to the bottom. He stood on the bank waiting to hear the sound of the bird. He heard nothing so he went home.

At the bottom of the river, the water loosened the rope around the box. The rock fell off and the box floated to the top of the water. It drifted along the river for three days. On the third day, the box floated by some children who were playing on the banks of the river. They saw this beautiful wooden box passing by and they wanted to know what was in it. They waded into the water and brought the box ashore. When they opened it, out flew 100 golden birds all singing in a full voice:
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah nah

About a year later, the very same hunter was walking through the woods. And far off in the distance, he heard a strange sound, something like birds singing. He walked and walked until at last he came to the same tree where he had first seen this strange bird. But this time when he looked up in the tree, instead of seeing one bird he saw 100 golden birds. He raised his hands and cried out: “I know who you are now. You’re the freedom bird, for you cannot be killed.” And all the birds looked down and sang to him at the same time:
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah nah

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