Maybe I can share you our local story about a giant. Now what is local in this case? A little rural village in the south of the Netherlands, on the border with Belgium. The village is located on a place where 3 little streams almost come together. In that little valley the streams caused every winter season swamp-like conditions and problems. Around the village till a few years after WO 2 were to be found large forests, large fields with heather and just a little bit of farmland. A little part of the forests and heather is still there ...
We have the story of Hilbert (a Germanic name) the giant, which was still told by the farmers in the period of the interbellum. My father-in-law still did know this story and added some details that I didn't know before. Another interesting thing about our neighborhood: we long had a mix-culture from Celtic and Germanic tribes, which is backed up in local names and in some archaeological founds. Some of the founds are made of iron, we have sandrode here: sandy clumps that contained iron and colors the beds of some of the streams.
Hilbert was described as big, living in a house on a hill with a thorny hedge around his property. The hedge was very high, but there was no gate or door. Hilbert simply stepped over the hedge to go back to his world. His property was situated on Ginderdoor, northwest of our village. There was a tradition of bringing bread and milk to Hilbert but no one knows the exact location anymore. It was said that people were as scared from Hilbert as Hilbert was for humans and that both worlds were separated. But Hilbert stood everyday at the edge of his property and was watching what the people were doing, how the cows were grazing. He disappeared when he heard the church bells. Sometimes he dwelled over the Bleke Hei (a kms big heather field, it was destroyed after the war, it is now farmland but there are stil no people who are living there) At night people could see the light of the fire where he had a gigantic cauldron on.
One winter, the water in the streams was so high that the only known way to Ginderdoor was destroyed by the water. People were scared by the water and were panicking. Hilbert saw that, stepped over his hedge and took his cauldron with him. He filled on the Goudberg (hill of gold) his cauldron with sand and repaired the road. The cauldron was so big that he just needed fill the cauldron a few times and the Goudberg still haves a gap. On road he repaired there is now a chapel for saint-Mary, but she is called there "Lady of Snow". (It is interesting to know that this an epithet of Holda too)
Then the occultism: if you bring the right offers to the Goudberg, it is still possible to contact Hilbert and to cross over to his world, pure hedge-riding.... I brought the offers there, and did the astral travel at home, just 3 kms from there. There are simply to much people walking around over there. At first he seemed not interested. He is a kind of hermit-like spirit and certainly not interested in our world as it is today. He feels strongly earth-based and I when I saw him he seemed to sleep. This next year I planned to bring him bread and milk on a regular base to see what happens. His story seems to be largely forgotten and I like to tell this story to keep it alive.
