BEWARE THE FOREST SPIRITBe wary is one of the most mysterious legends I've come to. The primeval forest near Polanów was filled with an unknown force, manifesting itself in countless numbers - but often this ghost was seen as a man riding a bull or a goat. Numerous stories indicate that this ghost did not like those who entered his domain or lived near the forest. Who knows, maybe it is an echo from the pre-Christian times, and the Warblevian mountains covered with dense forest were the sanctuary of the elder Pomeranians, whose sanctity is remembered only by the ghost?
Who knows, maybe it is an echo from pre-Christian times, and the Warblewskie mountains covered with dense forest were the sanctuary of the former Pomeranians, whose sanctity is remembered only by the spirit wandering among the trees? After the adoption of Christianity, these places became foreign to the then Pomeranian. With subsequent ages dark forests began to populate next beings from legends - Wild Hunters, giants, dwarfs and doppelgangers. In this way, a clear border emerged, between a safe ecumenism - the homestead, the village and the nearest fields, and the supernatural, dangerous world, symbolized by the wild nature - forests, meadows, wetlands and riverside meadows. These places were not visited for no apparent reason, and there were many legends about daredevils (or fools) who did this.
MY LEGEND ABOUT FOREST SPIRIT"Be wary. Be wary of the forest. Its gnarled limbs, its deep roots, its withering branches silently rustling in the wind. Out of sight, where the horizon vanishes, somewhere in the depths of the century-old Warble Wilderness, he awaits."
H. A. Haas, Pommersche Blocksberge, "Unser Pommerland Monatsschrift für das Kulturleben der Heimat", 1921, p. 244-246.