After leafing through several dusty books, in which I could not read a single line, since I do not know the language of the ancient Celts, I still hoped to find the solution to the message and gift this time. And in one of the manuscripts I found an engraving with a similar image of a deer. Kernun-read the inscription, which I understood. I entered this name into the browser search engine on the computer that stood on the reader's desk and the browser gave out a lot of links.
So, I learned: The
God Kernunn has deer horns; the god is often accompanied by a deer – his cult animal par excellence. He often wears a torc around his neck – a sacred neck ornament, a chain with a medallion in the form of a deer's head, and sometimes holds it in his hands.
For me, this knowledge was a revelation!
The torc of the Celtic god is described as a chain that is around my neck…
In the postcard, they address me by the name of Siwa, the Celtic goddess…And my name is Sivana.
Today is October 31, according to Celtic mythology, the holiday of spirits, the day of Samhain…Today is my birthday.
Another ragged ringing in my head…What is this supposed to mean?
But I had no time to think about strange things, I had to go back to the office, where the next patient was waiting for me with his urgent questions.
At the end of the day, I stopped by the store to buy cat food and food for an impromptu festive dinner. And when I got home after dark, I found something strange on the porch. It was an arrow, lined with chains such as are usually tied to dogs to a kennel. But none of the neighbors had dogs in the vicinity, since the area in which I live is a district of cat lovers. Therefore, it is not clear where this chain came from.
The arrow from the chain pointed to the alley …a shiver of fear ran through my body, but I went towards the trees. As I approached the alley, I could hear the rattle of chains more and more clearly. On one of the trees there was a swing on chains tied to a branch. I loved to swing on them and reflect, here once the only one I loved confessed to me in love.
Now someone was swinging on this very swing in the dark, and the clang of chains rusted from the rains inspired fear. I came closer.
I felt that the figure on the swing was glaring at me, but curiosity overcame me and I took a step closer.