SIBERIAN SHAMANISM. The Aldaichi. The Syur

“Oh, yes! That reminds me, when my grandfather died, for the first three days we had a feeling that he actually wasn’t dead, that he was just resting without getting up, but he could do so any moment. When I was looking at his face, I was even afraid that he was just about to open his eyes and say something.”

“Yes, it is so. But on the third day the first stage of the destruction begins, the destruction of the shadow Syur. It is also known as the ghost.”

“What is this shadow Syur?” wondered the young shaman.

“The Syur,” grinned Kudai Kam, “is a very interesting thing. Have you ever seen pale shadows hovering near the graves in the cemetery?”

“No I haven’t,” he answered, shuddering. “But I have heard.”

“You have. Good. So, the Syur is a sort of shell that binds the flesh to the other four souls. An interlink, so to speak, between the body, essentially a corpse, and the four souls. Tes, Bos, Kut and Aiy.”

“And can you tell me what this shadow Syur look like?”

“It is much the same as our physical body. Only a little bit bigger. But unlike the physical body, it doesn’t have a static shape and can alter to a certain extent. It can fly wherever it pleases, in its imagination.”

“And what happens to the Syur after the person’s death?”

“It remains in close proximity to the physical body. It can be said that after the death of the physical body moves into the Syur.”

“Yeah, we had this oppressive feeling. At night. And in the morning everything was calm. By the way, why is the body committed to earth on the third day? Why can’t it be buried or cremated right away?”

“Because the man remains alive for these three days.”

“WHAT?!!” Saosh was greatly surprised.

“As long as his Syur, or ghost, is not destroyed, it can well return back into the physical body.”

“…”

“Such things often happened: a person was buried, and then he woke up in a coffin.”

“Ah! I’ve heard of that,” nodded Saosh Yant. “It is said that Gogol died like that. When his grave was opened, they saw that his face was twisted in a horrible grimace, and the coffin lid was badly scratched on the inside. I wouldn’t wish SUCH a death on anyone!”

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