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| DC Field | Value | Language |
|---|---|---|
| dc.contributor.author | Winkler, H.A. | - |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2023-08-24T02:53:21Z | - |
| dc.date.available | 2023-08-24T02:53:21Z | - |
| dc.date.issued | 1936 | - |
| dc.identifier.uri | https://ptsldigital.ukm.my/jspui/handle/123456789/437629 | - |
| dc.language.iso | ger | en_US |
| dc.publisher | W. Kohlhammer in Stuttgart | en_US |
| dc.subject | Deities | en_US |
| dc.subject | Gods | en_US |
| dc.subject | Philosophy | en_US |
| dc.title | Die reitenden geister der toten | en_US |
| dc.title.alternative | The Riding Spirits of the Dead | en_US |
| dc.type | Book | en_US |
| dc.description.notes | I still remember how the first news of the Siberian shaman made an impression on me as a young student. That was in one of Alfred Bertholet's colleges in Gottingen. Since then I have always passionately studied the reports of encounters and disputes between people close to spirits and ghosts, demons and gods. In the summer semester of 1933, I myself dealt with shamanism in the Tübingen seminar on the history of religions. Immediately afterwards I traveled to Egypt. I lived in Cairo for a while. Once I visited a man who was telling people fortunes. I went to see him with a painter friend of mine. The evening had already fallen. We walked through the old town. The streets became narrower and more angular. Finally we found the dwelling of Ghost Manos. A kerosene lamp lit the stairs so that you could just see the steps. Upstairs we found a very large room in which half a hundred people were squatting. They awaited the Sheche, whispering, "The man received his knowledge from a demon. That's why they called him the Sheche". The room was brightly lit. Chairs were lined up against the walls. The floor was covered with mats. Two large old grandfather clocks were set up opposite each other. Their heavy ticking sounded in the whispers of the people. A large model ship hung from the ceiling, and on the back wall was a brightly colored oil painting. A place was reserved for the ghost man in front of the waiting crowd. Hari saw a man with a couple of sugar loaves that he wanted to thank the shepherd for. Suddenly a movement went through the people. He came out of a side door. With a hopping gait, in white robes, bareheaded. long, dark-blonde curls hung tangled over his white forehead. He had blue eyes. People had told me he was a Maghrib. | en_US |
| dc.format.pages | 169 | en_US |
| dc.identifier.callno | Schacht BF1555.W53 | en_US |
| Appears in Collections: | Prof. J. Schacht Collection / Koleksi Prof. J. Schact | |
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