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Loving the article! Thank you! Have you read the story of Adela in Codex Oera Linda? Here is an excerpt of the story of this seven foot tall Frisian woman:

> The gang would quickly have taken them, but Adela came.

> At the burg, she had learned to handle all weapons. Seven feet tall she was, and her staff was equally long.

> Three times she swung it over her head and, each time it came down, another attacker bit into the grass.

> Helpers came rounding the corner of the lane, and the raiders were slain or captured.

> But too late. An arrow had hit her in the chest.

> Treacherous magus! It’s head had been dipped in poison, and this is what killed her.

> 13d. Ode to Adela

> Ode to the burgmaid

> Yes, comrade from afar. Thousands have come and yet more are on their way. Why? They come to honor Adela’s wisdom.

> Assuredly, she is the chief among us, for she was always foremost. O wall — what could they

contribute?

> Her shirt is of linen, her tunic of wool, which she spun and wove herself.

> What could they add [096] to highten her beauty? Not pearls, for her teeth were whiter. Not gold, for her hair shone brighter.

> Not jewels, for though her eyes were soft as a lamb’s, they were so brilliant that one scarcely dared hold their gaze.

> But what do I prattle about beauty? Frya herself could not have been more lovely.

> Yes, comrade. Frya, who had seven gifts of beauty, of which her daughters received but one each, or at most three. But, even were she hideous, Adela would have been dear to us all the same

> Was she heroic? Hark, comrade. Adela was our reeve’s only child, seven feet tall she was.

> Even greater than her stature was her wisdom, and her courage was like both combined.

> See! There once was a peat fire, and three children had climbed onto a gravestone to escape it. A fell wind blew. They screamed and their mothers were desperate.

> Then came Adela, calling out: “Why do you stand and wince? Try to help them and Wralda shall give you strength!”

> She hurried to the thicket, grabbed some alder trunks [097] to build a bridge. Then the others came to help and the children were saved.

> The children return here every year with flowers.

> Once, three Phoenician sailors were about and tried to harass them. But Adela heard their crying

and came.

> She knocked the molesters unconscious and, to force them to admit how unworthy they were, she

tied them to a distaff.

> Their foreign masters came to look for them and became furious when they saw how they had been humiliated.

> But we told them what had happened. And what did they do then? They bowed before Adela and

kissed the fringe of her tunic.

> But come, distant comrade! The forest birds flee from the many visitors. Come so you may learn of

her wisdom!

> Nearby the gravestone mentioned in the ode, my mother’s remains were buried. And on her

gravestone, these words were written:

> “Pass by not too hastily, for here lies Adela.”

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I immediately thought of the correlation with modern day cheerleaders performing ritual chants on the sidelines of football games, trying to demoralize the enemy team, exhorting their team to win and shaming them for losing. Very Indo-European. Nothing new under the Sun.

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