Legend of Nomads - Eaters Of Souls
by Tim McGuinness, Ph.D.
Global Mythology? Fundamental Truth?
Enduring Belief? Hysteria Of Wasteland Wanderers?
A Work in Progress!
Once strong men rode the
waves in tall ships, through frozen seas in search of adventure,
exploration, and commerce. These were men such as Shackleton, Byrd,
Charles McGuinness, and many many more! They traveled the in-between
places at a time when shipping was sparse, long before the global economy
became real. These men spent long and lonely times on the sea.
They also faced real dangers, that could strike down any Jack Seaman
amongst them without notice or mercy. Some of these dangers were
natural, some were unnatural. Those who saw and lived, told the
tales. Tales of long twilights, and blackest nights, when creatures
stranded could be heard, and sometimes seen, calling to the passing ships.
Most that heeded the
call, never returned. Those that survived, called them Nomads!

In all the tales told by
the peoples of this earth, the tale of the lone traveler in the wasteland
stands out. Almost all aboriginal peoples the world over have
similar myths of these solitary wanderers of the spaces between. The
lucky, chanced glimpses and fled, before they became the deadly focus of these
lone wandering spirits - so normal in appearance from a distance - yet
many times, so
inhuman in confrontation. For the Nomads, as they are called by
many, leave few to tell, and as it's told, eat the souls of those who
fall.
Nomads can be found in
every corner of this earth, from the deserts of Africa and Asia, to
tropical isles. However, those of the polar regions enjoy a special
place in seafarer lore! For these are the cause, as many a tale
would tell, of abandoned vessels, with crew gone, and not a living soul to
be found. Many a tale tells of an open captain's journal, remarking about
stranded survivors, brought aboard out of mercy. Yet these journals
soon end, some with a plea for salver, others in prayer, and still others
in silence.
In
other cases, for those that had the fortune to pass by, tell of a sighting
and nothing more. When rescue was sent, nothing was found. For
the Nomad moves on - moves on to the luckless vessel that tends to the
lamentable rescue of the lone survivor. In a few cases, there are
tales of the Dark Strangers being carried to nearby Ports O' Call, leaving death and
disappearance in their wake.
Such may be the tale of Roanoke Island. All that was left behind was
a single word scrawled "Croatoan". Many scholars have speculated
that this was the name of the settlement of a nearby aboriginal tribe,
alerting their followers of their location and outcome. However, such
is the nature of language that a word can have many meanings depending
upon source language and context, and are easily distorted. "Croatoatl",
has
been linked with a wanderer and taker of souls known to the then dominant
culture of North America: the Aztecs. This Croatoatl, more properly
known as Huehueteotl (the "Old One"), was vastly feared. Most Nahuat
speaking people, from Montana to Costa Rica, dared not emerge after sun
set, lest have their very souls taken by the Old One.
Ironically, the Nahuat speaking people play a large role in the Legends of
the Nomads. They have numerous tales of travelers taking their toll,
coming from a mythical homeland to their west, known as Aztlantla or
sometimes as Atlantla (what some mistakenly now call Aztlan, and is
possibly the origin of Atlantis). From the beginning of their
history, solitary individuals and groups came out of the west from this
land, thirsty for human souls. From such beginnings comes the blood
lust of the Aztecs. Yet throughout, they remained fearful of the
solitary traveler.
Such tales occur the
world over. In the north, the Eskimos, and Innu tell of these
strangers of the ice. Admonishing their kin to beware all unknowns
when out in the place distant from home. Many peoples feared all
strangers, and killed them on sight. Other allowed them to come and
be known. But who were these Nomads? From where or when did
they come? The Innu, have a tale of three travelers - cannibals -
who came upon an Innu village. Once killed, the cannibals, walked
the earth as living dead - evil spirits to eat the souls of their
aggressors.

It is the
goal of this website to tell of the Nomads that I know, expand of the legend and
available myths, and expand and preview a work in progress. While
most aspects are scholarly in nature, this is a work of entertainment, and
as my grandfather said "never spoil a good story with the truth".
I welcome your comments, good or bad, but if their bad, don't be surprised
if you see a faceless stranger in your rear view mirror some dark and
lonely night! :)
If you
have a tale of the Nomads, please forward it to us.
at nomads @
mcguinnessonline .
com
Thank you
for your interest!
And remember to avoid the stranger in the places between!
Tim
McGuinness, July 2006
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