Showing posts with label Dragons & Legends Mount Pilatus -Mount Pilatus in the Swiss Alps. Show all posts
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Sunday, May 5, 2013

Dragons & Legends Mount Pilatus

Dragons & Legends Mount Pilatus 
Mount Pilatus in the Swiss Alps
This is a great true story that I found in my quest for 'The love of  the Dragon!"
I hope that you all well enjoy this wonderful true story too about the legend of the
Pilatus Dragons in the regions of Mount Pilatus~
The Mountain itself is quite grand at a height of 2132 feet above sea level. 
It was believed that in medieval times that there were dragons with healing powers that live in the rugged clefts and crevices of the Mount Pilatus.
In the summer of 1421 a powerful dragon flew to mount Pilatus and landed so close to a farmer by the name of Stempflim that he fainted. When the farmer came to, he discovered  a lump of coagulated blood and a dragon stone, the healing powers of which were officially confirmed in 1509.

The chronicle of Petemann Etterlin tells how Regional Winkelried killed one of the Mount Pilatus dragons: He wrapped a spear with thorn twigs and thrust into the open mouth of the dragon, finishing the beast off with a sword. In the process drops of poisonous dragon's blood spurted onto his hand. These drops- And the poisonous breathe of the dying dragon - froze the blood in Winkelried's veins and he also met his death.

In the early hours of the morning of 26 May 1 1499, a wondrous spectacle was seen in Lucerne; after a terrible thunderstorm, an enormous, wingless dragon rose out of the wild waters of the River Reuss at the Spreuer bridge, The beast had probably been taken by surprise by the thunderstorm and washed down from Mount Pilatus in the Krienbach, which flows, into the Reuss beneath the Jesuit church. 
Several - well respected and educated townspeople authenticated the truth of this story. 

One sunny day, a young Cooper arrived in the Pilatus Regions.  It was late in the year and he was searching for rods with which to make barrel hoops in winter. Deep in his search, without thinking, he climbed higher and higher up the forbidden mountain. Not until dusk began to full he realize with horror that he was just beneath the summit. Terrified, he started to hurry downwards but stumbled and lost his footing. He tumbled down and down into a deep black void and finally lost consciousness when he came to, with a painful swelling on his forehead, the sun was already high in the heavens. But all he could see was a tiny glimpse of blue sky. He was trapped in a cave deep inside the mountain!
The opening through which the daylight was shinning was far, far above his head. Oh no, what could that be?
He peered deeper into the darkness of the cave and his blood froze in his veins! Two gigantic beasts with scaly bodies and fiery breath were staring at him. 
Believing his last moment had come, the cooper crossed himself, his hands shaking with fear as the beasts slowly drew closer and closer to his great astonishment, the enormous creatures meant him no harm. They sniffed him all over, curiously but gently, before again turning to lick at the moon-milk, welling rich and thick form the cave walls. 

And so the Cooper spent the next few months in the dragons den. Winter covered the Mountain with
ice and snow, but he remained quite snug and warm in the cave, eating the moon-milk and at night nestling like a baby into the warmth of the dragons huge bodies.

One glorious day, the spring sun burst into the cave. Birds chirped joyfully outside and the sweet scent of the thousands of spring flowers stole into the depths of the Great Mountain. The dragons lifted their great horny heads and unfurled their mighty wings. One of them flew right out into the warm spring sunshine. But the second dragon came close to the cooper and snorted gently, as if to tell him that the time had come to leave their winter home. The cooper plucked up the courage, and grabbed hold of the dragons tail and suddenly they were both soaring in the fresh spring air, high above the cave. Carefully the dragon lowered him onto a flower - carpeted meadow. The young man waved to his winter companions for a last time before he took his heels running as fast as he could back to the valley. 

Such rejoicing as never before was heard in Lucerne as the copper's friends flung their arms around him. They had long given him up for Lost! He had to tell the incredible story of his rescue on the dreaded mountain over and over and over again.
Finally he had the tale of his adventure embroidered on a silken tunicle, still found to this day in the possession of the church of St. Leodegar in Lucerne. 

Ever since then, the Pilatus dragons have been revered as good - natured, helpful creatures . And sometimes, on a dark night, when the moon is playing hide and seek behind ragged clouds, a giant shadow passes across its face. Visitors to Mount Pilatus may just catch the faint sounds of the beating of leather wings. Should this happen and a trace of the beneficial power dust lightly dust over you when you visit this magical place indeed. Then you are indeed a very lucky person. Because it is said that you have be dusted by the Pilaus Dragons.
When I found this story I fell in love with it. Also the history and the truth of what the descendants have to say in this story was wonderful. I just had to share. 
These images are of  - Mount Pilatus and the tiny picture is  of the church - St. Leodegar in Lucerne. 
I thought it would be fun for you all to see the actual Mountain that the dragons were in -  And the Church where copper had his story embroidered on a silken tunicle for generations to come.
I hope you all enjoyed this story as much as I did.
To find more about the Mount Pilatus
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