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In mid-September, when the sun begins to lean toward autumn and the air carries a spicy chill, the Uestian day of Viissenja arrives. It is a threshold moment of the year, filled with the hidden breath of the earth and its unseen dwellers. The elders said: at this time, the snakes — guardians of underground paths, messengers of the invisible world — leave the surface. They coil together and descend into the depths, into the eternal darkness and warm womb of the earth. Their movement is not merely a natural retreat, but a sacred passage, a sign that the forces of the world are shifting: all that lives begins to turn toward winter, withdrawing inward, preparing for sleep. The snake here is no enemy, but a symbol of the threshold — a thread linking above and below, the breath of humankind with the whisper of roots. On this day, the very air was charged with caution. People were forbidden to enter the forests, to break branches or bring even a twig into the house. Branches were thought dangerous — they might carry with them a secret road for the snake, a path that could let it slip indoors. This was known as a protective taboo: a barrier against unclean forces, against anything that might disturb the fragile balance. The silence of the forest on Viissenja was like a dark shroud — to disturb it meant to trouble not only the beasts, but also the spirits guarding the turning of the seasons. Yet the day was not only marked by fear. It was also a day of gratitude to the earth. In the evening, potatoes were placed on the table — a humble gift, but one filled with power. It was believed that if you tasted them at this turning point, the harvest of the coming year would be generous, and the earth would respond with gratitude for respect and remembrance. The potato tubers, drawn from the soil itself, were bound to the breath of the earth no less than the snakes disappearing into its depths. Thus Viissenja became a festival of passage and memory: people looked into the earth and into its hidden paths, striving to live in harmony with the forces that retreat into the depths and will one day return with the spring. The day was austere, yet full of secret beauty — in it you could hear the hiss of serpentine coils, see the cold gleam of the first frosts, and feel the heavy breath of the earth as it covered its seeds until the coming of new light. 🔴 Othala Live 24/7 https://www.youtube.com/live/Otvn-OXQ...