FROM GODDESS TO KING

A History of Ancient Europe from the

OERA LINDA BOOK

By Anthony Radford

CHAPTER 13

FRANA AND THE LOSS OF DENMARK

TheBook continues after nearly six hundred years of unrecorded history with the story of Frana. Frana was the Earth Mother at Texland in 591 BC (1602 - 2193 = -591). At the time of this recording, she was considered the last Mother but as we read on, we find the story of another one, two and a half centuries later. The Magy (a title not a name), leader of the Finns, apparently conquered Denmark after failing in his efforts at the time of Wodin. In the interim of fourteen hundred years of unrecorded history, Denmark was probably invaded several times so we can only guess the details.

Again, the loss is blamed on disregarding Fryas council as the Frisians over time had traded away their iron weapons for gold; and thereby, according to their history, so undermined their morals that defeat would be inevitable. This process took a hundred years. With todays rapid tempo in all aspects of our culture it is hard for us to understand a society that assessed its temperament over thousands of years. Prior to the loss of Atland they didnt even count the years "because one was like another," however the sinking was such a profound event that it dated the calendar for the next two thousand years. There has been so little of that age coming down to us in writing and yet it has been the major source of our Western mythology.

First we are given a sermon about why they lost Denmark, then we are told the details of how the Magy took that peninsula. He next attacked Texland, captured and killed Frana, the Earth Mother. He tried to bribe her into recognizing himself as the lawful king over all the country but was denied an opportunity to coerce her into any concessions. He had captured the sacred lamp of the capital city and all its surviving maidens, but this did not permit him to become the overlord in succession to Frana. The passage ends as many others do with "Watch, watch, watch"; be vigilant, be vigilant.

This is Inscribed in all of our Citadels, How our Denmark was lost to us 1,602 years after the submersion of Atland:

Through the mad wantonness of Wodin, Magy had become master of the east part of Scandinavia. They dare not come over the hills and over the sea. The Mother would not prevent it. She said, "I see no danger in their weapons, but much in taking the Scandinavians back again, because they are so degenerate and spoiled".

The general assembly were of the same opinion. Therefore it was left to them. A good hundred years ago Denmark began to trade; they gave their iron weapons in exchange for gold ornaments, as well as for copper and iron-ore. The Mother sent messengers to advise them to have nothing to do with this trade. There was danger to their morals in it, and if they lost their morals they would soon lose their liberty. But the Denmarkers paid no attention to her. They did not believe that they could lose their morals, therefore they would not listen to her. At last they were at a loss themselves for weapons and necessaries, and this difficulty was their punishment. Their bodies were brilliantly adorned, but their cupboards and their sheds were empty.

Just one hundred years after the first ship with provisions sailed from the coast, poverty and want made their appearance, hunger spread her wings all over the country, dissension marched proudly about the streets and into the houses, charity found no place, and unity departed. The child asked its mother for food; she had no food to give, only jewels. The women applied to the counts; the counts had nothing to give, or if they had, they hid it away. Now the jewels must be sold, but while the sailors were away for that purpose, the frost came and laid a plank upon the sea and the strait. When the frost had made the bridge, vigilance ceased in the land, and treachery took its place. Instead of watching on the shores, they put their horses in their sledges and drove off to Scandinavia. Then the Scandinavians, who hungered after the land of their forefathers, came to Denmark. One bright night they all came. "Now", they said, "we have a right to the land of our fathers; and while they were fighting about it, the Finns came to the defenseless villages and ran away with the children. As they had no weapons, they lost the battle, and with it their freedom, and Magy became master."

All this was the consequence of their not reading Fryas Tex, and neglecting her counsels. There are some who think that they were betrayed by the counts, and that the maidens had long suspected it; but if any one attempted to speak about it, his mouth was shut up by golden chains.

We can express no opinion about it, we can only say to you, "Do not trust too much to the wisdom of your princes or of your maidens but if you wish to keep things straight, everybody must watch over his own passions, as well as the general welfare."

Two years afterwards Magy himself came with a fleet of light boats to steal the lamp from the Mother of Texland. This wicked deed he accomplished one stormy night, while the wind roared and the hail rattled against the windows. The watchman on the tower hearing the noise, lighted his torch. As soon as the light from the tower fell upon the bastion, he saw that already armed men had gotten over the wall.

He immediately gave the alarm, but it was too late. Before the guard was ready, there were two thousand people battering the gate. The struggle did not last long. As the guard had not kept a good watch, they were overwhelmed. While the fight was going on, a rascally Finn stole into the chamber of the Mother, and would have done her violence. She resisted him, and threw him down against the wall. When he got up, he ran his sword through her: "If you will not have me, you shall have my sword."

A Danish soldier came behind him and cleaved his head in two. There came from it a stream of black blood and a wreath of blue flame.

The Magy had the Mother nursed on his own ship. As soon as she was well enough to speak clearly, the Magy told her that she must sail with him, but that she should keep her lamp and her maidens, and should hold a station higher than she had ever done before. Moreover, he said that he should ask her, in presence of all his chief men, if he would become the ruler of all the country and people of Frya; that she must declare and affirm this, or he would let her die a painful death.

Then, when he had gathered all his chiefs around her bed, he asked, in a loud voice, "Frana, since you are a prophet, shall I become ruler over all the lands and people of Frya?"

Frana did as if she took no notice of him; but at last she opened her lips, and said: "My eyes are dim, but the other light dawns upon my soul. Yes, I see it. Hear Irtha, and rejoice with me. At the time of the submersion of Atland, the first spoke of the Jule stood at the top. After that it went down, and our freedom with it. When two spokes, or two thousand years, shall have rolled down, the sons shall arise who have been bred of the fornication of the princes and priests with the people, and shall witness against their fathers. They shall all fall by murder, but what they have proclaimed shall endure, and shall bear fruit in the bosoms of able men, like good seed which is laid in thy lap. Yet a thousand years shall the spoke descend, and sink deeper in darkness, and in the blood shed over you by the wickedness of the princes and priests. After that, the dawn shall begin to glow. When they perceive this, the false princes and priests will strive and wrestle against freedom; but freedom, love, and unity will take the people under their protection, and rise out of the vile pool. The light which at first only glimmered shall gradually become a flame. The blood of the bad shall flow over your surface, but you must not absorb it. At last the poisoned animals shall eat it, and die of it. All the stories that have been written in praise of the princes and priests shall be committed to the flames. Thenceforth your children shall live in peace."

When she had finished speaking she sank down. The Magy, who had not understood her, shrieked out, "I have asked you if I should become master of all the lands and people of Frya, and now you have been speaking to another."

Frana raised herself up, stared at him, and said, "Before seven days have passed your soul shall haunt the tombs with the night birds, and your body shall be at the bottom of the sea."

"Very good," said the Magy, swelling with rage; "say that I am coming." Then he said to his executioners, "Throw this woman overboard."

This was the end of the last of the mothers. We do not ask for revenge. Time will provide that; but a thousand, thousand times we will call with Frya, Watch! watch! watch!

The Magy then sought to install another maiden in the position of Earth Mother. Politics in those days was little different from today where a symbol of legitimacy is needed to get ones way over others. He still needed the Mother but was defeated by the flaming arrows of the defending seamen. He was killed together with most of the Finns when his Danish sailors remembered their own heritage.

A reference is made to the great fleet being away at the time and to Jon, the sea-king at that time, obviously a namesake for the Jon of a thousand years earlier. The Joniers are still known to them and become very important at the time of the last Earth Mother.

How It Fared Afterwards With the Magy:

After the murder of the Mother, he brought the lamp and the maidens into his own ship, together with all the booty that he chose. Afterwards he went up the Flymeer because he wished to take the Maiden of Medesblik or Stavern and install her as Mother; but there they were on their guard. The seafaring men of Stavern and Alderga would gladly have gone to Jon, but the great fleet was out on a distant voyage; so they proceeded in their small fleet to Medesblik, and kept themselves concealed in a sheltered place behind trees.

The Magy approached Medesblik in broad daylight; nevertheless, his men boldly stormed the citadel. But as they landed from the boats, our people sallied forth from the creek, and shot their arrows with balls of burning turpentine upon the fleet. They were so well aimed that many of the ships were instantly set on fire. Those left to guard the ships shot at us, but they could not reach us. When at last a burning ship drifted towards the ship of the Magy, he ordered the man at the helm to sheer off, but this man was the Dane who had cleft the head of the Finn.

He said, "You sent our Earth Mother to the bottom of the sea to say that you were coming; In the bustle of the fight you might forget it; now I will take care that you keep your word."

The Magy tried to push him off, but the sailor, a real Frisian and strong as an ox, clutched his head with both hands, and pitched him into the surging billows. Then he hoisted up his brown shield and sailed straight to our fleet. Thus the maidens came unhurt to us; but the lamp was extinguished, and no one knew how that had happened.

When those on the uninjured ships heard that the Magy was drowned, they sailed away, because their crews were Danes. When the fleet was far enough off, our sailors turned and shot their burning arrows at the Finns. When the Finns saw that, and found that they were betrayed, they fell into confusion and lost all discipline and order. At this moment the garrison sallied forth from the citadel. Those who resisted were killed, and those who fled found their death in the marshes of the Krylinger wood.