Lincoln Dreams of Death

Abraham Lincoln, the 16th President of the United States of America had a dream in April 1865 (same month of his assassination) and he recounted this to his friends on the day he died:

"About ten days ago, I retired very late. I had been up waiting for important dispatches from the front. I could not have been long in bed when I fell into a slumber, for I was weary. I soon began to dream. There seemed to be a death-like stillness about me. Then I heard subdued sobs, as if a number of people were weeping. I thought I left my bed and wandered downstairs. There the silence was broken by the same pitiful sobbing, but the mourners were invisible. I went from room to room; no living person was in sight, but the same mournful sounds of distress met me as I passed along. I saw light in all the rooms; every object was familiar to me; but where were all the people who were grieving as if their hearts would break? I was puzzled and alarmed. What could be the meaning of all this? Determined to find the cause of a state of things so mysterious and so shocking, I kept on until I arrived at the East Room, which I entered. There I met with a sickening surprise. Before me was a catafalque, on which rested a corpse wrapped in funeral vestments. Around it were stationed soldiers who were acting as guards; and there was a throng of people, gazing mournfully upon the corpse, whose face was covered, others weeping pitifully. 'Who is dead in the White House?' I demanded of one of the soldiers, 'The President,' was his answer; 'he was killed by an assassin.' Then came a loud burst of grief from the crowd, which woke me from my dream. I slept no more that night; and although it was only a dream, I have been strangely annoyed by it ever since."

Soul Taxi

Psychopomps (literally meaning 'guide of souls') are spirits, creatures, or angels in many religions whose job it is to ferry newly deceased souls to the afterlife. Bear in mind their role is not to judge the dead, but simply provide safe passage. Psychopomps have been associated in lots of different different cultures with ravens, crows, horses, owls, cuckoos and even sparrows.

Mirror of Death

The Wendigo Ate My Flesh

The Wendigo (also known by other names) is a creature with a cannibalistic spirit which could possess humans. Those who ate human flesh before being transformed were at particular risk. It featured in the mythology of many North American and Canadian native peoples and the Algonquin tribe thought that if a hunter got lost in the mountains or forests and found himself begining to starve, then he would become a Wendigo.
Naturally some folk consider this beast to have sprung from the mind of horror writer, Algernon Blackwood, in his tale The Wendigo because humans will always try to rationalise the mysterious. But to the native tribes, the spirit was very real.


An artists impression of the Wendigo

Basil Johnston, an Ojibwa teacher gives one description of the Wendigo:

"The Wendigo was gaunt to the point of emaciation, its desiccated skin pulled tautly over its bones. With its bones pushing out against its skin, its complexion the ash gray of death, and its eyes pushed back deep into their sockets, the Wendigo looked like a gaunt skeleton recently disinterred from the grave. What lips it had were tattered and bloody. Unclean and suffering from suppurations of the flesh, the Wendigo gave off a strange and eerie odour of decay and decomposition, of death and corruption."

However skinny the creature was, it had a voracious appetite and was constantly on the prowl for flesh to devour. Whenever it dined on an unfortunate victim, it would grow bigger (and in proportion to the meal it had just scoffed) so that the Wendigo could never be filled. The beast was simultaneously gorging itself and emaciated from starvation.
So how real were these things? Many believe the stories were created as a warning not to partake in cannibalism, while others think it was sightings of mysterious Yeti~like creatures that fuelled the legend. It can never be known for certain but settlers in the regions where the stories were rife definately took the Wendigo to their frightened hearts and not in a soothing way.
It allegedly made a number of appearances near a village in Northern Minnesota from the late 1800's until the 1920's and every time it was reported, an unexpected death followed until finally it disappeared, never to be seen again.
And this is exactly how I prefer such myrhs and legends to end. 'Never to be seen again', which implies it is still out there somewhere, biding its time in some dark cave before emerging to strike terror again.