Snow White heals the Queen

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The Snow White song for “Snow White heals the Queen” sung by Ayleen Lyschamaya:

Vocals, lyricist and composer: Ayleen Lyschamaya
Instrumental: Sascha Herwig

The Snow White song for “Snow White heals the Queen” sung by Sascha Herwig:

Lyricist and composer: Ayleen Lyschamaya
Vocals and instrumental: Sascha Herwig

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Snow White heals the Queen (from 7 years)

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Once upon a time, in the middle of winter, and the snowflakes were falling like feathers from the vastness of the sky, a queen was sitting at a window with a frame of black ebony, sewing. And as she was sewing, looking up at the vastness of the sky and the snow, she pricked her finger with the needle and three drops of blood fell on the windowsill. And because the red looked so beautiful against the white snow, she thought to herself, “If I had a child as white as snow, as red as blood, and as black as the wood of the frame.” Soon she had a little daughter, who was as white as snow, as red as blood, and as black-haired as ebony; and therefore she was called Snow White.

The king, however, was proud and power-hungry and therefore greeted his consort every day with the words:

I am the most powerful king, you see,

and tolerate only the most beautiful queen next to me.

This made the queen very afraid, because she feared not being able to meet this demand. Therefore, she stood in front of her wonderful mirror, looked at herself in it and said:

“Mirror, mirror on the wall,

who is the fairest of us all?”

The mirror answered:

“Madam Queen, you are the fairest of them all.”

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Then she was satisfied, because she knew that the mirror was telling the truth. At the same time, her beauty faded a little bit every day, precisely because of this question.

But Snow White grew up and became more and more beautiful, and when she was seven years old, she was as beautiful as the tender day. When the queen, after being greeted by the king, once asked her mirror,

“Mirror, mirror on the wall,

who is the fairest of us all?”,

it answered,

“Madam Queen, you are the fairest here, that is true,

but Snow White is a thousand times fairer than you.”

Then the queen was frightened and from that hour on, when she saw Snow White, her heart turned around in her body, so much she feared the girl. And the fear grew like weed in her heart higher and higher, so that she had no more rest day and night. Then she called a hunter and said, “Take the child out into the forest, I will not see her again before my eyes.” The hunter obeyed and led Snow White out.

Now the child was all alone in the great forest, but she was not afraid, for she sensed the vast security of the sky above her, and she felt all the leaves and trees as peace in her heart. Then Snow White began to run and ran over the sharp stones and through the thorns and the wild animals jumped past her, but they did her no harm. She ran as long as her feet could carry her away, until soon it would become evening. Then she saw a little house and went inside to rest. In the little house everything was small and dainty and clean. There was a white table with seven small plates, each plate with its little spoon, seven little knives and forks and seven little cups. On the wall, seven little beds were set up next to each other and snow-white sheets were laid over them. Snow White, because she was so hungry and thirsty, ate a little vegetable and bread from each little plate and drank a drop of wine from each little cup, because she did not want to take everything from one person alone. Afterwards, because she was so tired, she lay down in a little bed, but none fit; six were too short, until at last the seventh was right ‒ and in it she remained lying, prayed to God and fell asleep.

When it had become completely dark, the masters of the little house came back. These were the seven dwarfs, who had hacked and dug in the mountains for ore. They lit their seven little lamps, and when it became light in the little house, they saw that someone had been in it, for not everything was in order as they had left it. The first said, “Who has been sitting on my little chair?” The second: “Who has eaten from my little plate?” The third: “Who has taken from my roll?” The fourth: “Who ate from my little vegetable?” The fifth: “Who stabbed with my fork?” The sixth: “Who cut with my little knife?” The seventh: “Who has drunk from my little cup?” Then the first looked around and saw that there was a little dent on his bed; so he asked, “Who has lain in my little bed?” The others came running, exclaiming, “Someone has lain in mine, too.” But the seventh, looking into his bed, caught sight of Snow White lying in it, asleep. Now he called the others, who came running, whispering excitedly in amazement, fetched their seven little lights and illuminated Snow White. “Oh, my God!” they called, “What a beautiful child she is!” and they were so happy that they did not wake her up, but let her sleep in the little bed. The seventh dwarf, however, slept with his companions, each for an hour, and the night was over.

When it was morning, Snow White awoke, and when she saw the seven dwarfs, she was frightened. But they were friendly and asked, “What is your name?” “My name is Snow White,” she answered. “How did you come to our house?” the dwarfs inquired further. Then she told them that her mother had ordered the hunter to bring her into the forest. There she had walked all day until she finally found their little house. The dwarves said, “If you want to keep our household, cook, wash beds, sew and knit; and if you want to keep everything neat and clean, you can stay with us; and you shall want for nothing.” “Yes,” said Snow White, “with all my heart,” and stayed with them. She kept their house in order: in the morning the dwarfs went into the mountains and searched for ore and gold, in the evening they came back, and then their food was ready. During the day the girl was alone, so that the good dwarfs warned her and said: “Beware of your mother, she will soon know that you are here; don’t let anyone in.

But the king greeted his consort as every day with the words:

I am the most powerful king, you see,

and tolerate only the most beautiful queen next to me.

The queen, after sending Snow White away, thought that she was once again the most beautiful. So she stood before her mirror and asked:

“Mirror, mirror on the wall,

who is the fairest of us all?”

The mirror answered:

“Madam Queen, you are the fairest here, that is true,

but Snow White living in the glen,

with the seven little men,

is a thousand times fairer than you.”

Then she was frightened, for she knew that the mirror was telling the truth. She realized that it had not been enough to simply send Snow White away. Full of fear and despair, she pondered how she could still fulfill the king’s claim, for as long as she was not the most beautiful in all the land, the king would not allow her next to him. And when she had finally thought of something, she dyed her face and dressed like an old grocer’s wife and was completely unrecognizable. In this guise she went over the seven mountains to the seven dwarfs, knocked on the door, and called out, “Nice goods for sale!” Snow White looked out of the window and called out, “Good day, dear lady, what have you to sell?” “Good merchandise, beautiful merchandise,” she answered, “laces of all colors,” and took out one that was woven of colorful silk. “I can let the honest woman in,” thought Snow White, unlocking the door and buying the pretty lace strap. “Child,” said the old woman, “how you look! Come, let me lace you up properly for once.” Snow White had no arg, stood before her and let herself be laced with the new strap: but the old woman laced quickly and laced so tightly that Snow White’s breath was taken away and she fell down as if dead. “Now you have been the most beautiful,” the old woman said and hurried out.

On the way back, however, the queen was already so preoccupied with pleasing the king that she did not pay attention to the way and got lost in the forest. How happy she was, therefore, to meet two women at dusk, who were on their way home from picking berries. So she approached them to ask for direction. The two women stopped and looked at her with an inscrutable look. Then the first one spoke enigmatically with tears in her eyes and in a reproachful tone:

“Look at this bottle with sap,

guilt flows into the cup.”

And the second added:

“Good red berry juice, fine liquid,

but only as destroyed life spirit.”

Then the two silently pointed into the right direction and went their separate way. However, the encounter with the two women continued to have an effect on the queen for a long time.

At the same time as the queen met the two berry-gatherers, the seven dwarfs also came home. But how frightened they were when they saw their dear Snow White lying on the ground; and she did not move or stir, as if she were dead. They lifted her up and, seeing that she was tied too tightly, they cut the lace in two: then Snow White began to breathe a little and gradually came back to life. When the dwarfs heard what had happened, they said, “The old grocer’s wife was none other than the godless queen. Beware and let nobody enter unless we are with you.”

The queen, however, when she arrived at home, was surprised that the king continued to want nothing to have to do with her. Therefore, she went in front of her mirror and asked:

“Mirror, mirror on the wall,

who is the fairest of us all?”

Then the mirror replied as usual:

“Madam Queen, you are the fairest here, that is true,

but Snow White living in the glen,

with the seven little men,

is a thousand times fairer than you.”

When she heard this, she turned pale, because she was so afraid, for she now knew that Snow White had come back to life again. Fear constricted her throat, not to please the king anymore. But at the same time, she felt relief and even joy that her daughter was still alive. And time and again she remembered the two enigmatic berry-gatherers with their inscrutable looks and reproachful words. Torn to and fro, she endured the king’s displeasure for seven years until she could stand it no longer.

“But now,” she thought, “I will devise something to ruin Snow White,” and made a poisonous comb. Then she disguised herself and took the form of another old woman. So she went over the seven mountains to the seven dwarfs, knocked on the door and called out, “Good things are for sale!” Snow White looked out and said, “Go on, I must not let anyone in.” “You may still look at it,” said the old woman, pulling out the poisonous comb and holding it aloft. The child liked it so much that she let herself be beguiled and opened the door. When they had agreed on the purchase, the old woman said, “Now, for once I will comb you properly.” The guileless Snow White thought of nothing and let the old woman do as she pleased. But no sooner had the old woman put the comb into her hair than the poison in it took effect and the girl fell down without coming to her senses. “I am so sorry, my daughter,” said the desperate mother, “but I cannot stand it without the king’s esteem,” and went away.

On her way back, however, the queen already regretted, what she had done. She was so lost in thought that she didn’t pay attention to the path and got lost in the forest again. And again she met the two berry-gatherers in the dusk. But this time the reproach in the tone of the enigmatic words was much greater than in the previous encounter, and the tears of the first woman flowed incessantly down her face. Thus, the queen no longer knew what to do, for her feelings of guilt were unbearable and yet she also needed the king’s appreciation.

At the same time of the evening as the encounter with the berry-gatherers, the seven little dwarfs came home. When they saw Snow White lying on the ground as if dead, they immediately suspected the queen, searched and found the poisonous comb; and no sooner had they pulled it out than Snow White recovered and told them what had happened. Then they warned her once again to be on her guard and not to open the door to anyone.

But the queen stood in front of her mirror at home and asked:

“Mirror, mirror on the wall,

who is the fairest of us all?”

Then the mirror replied as before:

“Madam Queen, you are the fairest here, that is true,

but Snow White living in the glen,

with the seven little men,

is still a thousand times fairer than you.”

Hearing the mirror talk like this, she trembled and quivered inside, torn apart by her feelings.

For seven years, she tried by all means to become more beautiful than Snow White, in order to finally please the king as the most beautiful of all. So she tried out various tinctures and herbs, had the most precious robes made and consulted knowledgeable old people. In addition, she spent hours getting ready for the king, but he did not even look at her. It hit her all the more when she finally noticed that her original beauty was visibly fading with every question about her beauty to the mirror. Horrified, she realized that she would lose the king for good if she did not do something fundamental now.

“Snow White must die,” she cried, “even if it costs my life.” Thereupon she went into a completely hidden secret chamber, which nobody else ever entered, and there she made a poisonous apple. Outwardly it looked beautiful, white with red cheeks, so that everyone, who saw it, had a desire for it; but whoever ate a piece of the red half, had to die. When the apple was finished, she dyed her face and disguised herself as a peasant’s wife. So she went over the seven mountains to the seven dwarfs. She knocked, Snow White stuck her head out the window and said, “I can’t let anyone in, the seven dwarfs told me not to.” “It’s all right with me,” replied the peasant’s wife, “I am going to sell my apples, anyway. Here, I will give you one.” “No,” said Snow White, “I must not accept anything.” “Are you afraid of poison?” asked the old woman, “You see, I cut the apple in two; you eat the red half, and I will eat the white one.” But the apple was so cleverly made that the red half alone was poisoned. Snow White gazed at the delicious apple and when she saw the peasant’s wife eating it, she could resist no longer, reached out her hand and took the poisonous half. But as soon as she had a bite of it in her mouth, she fell dead to the ground. Then, the queen looked at her and said: “White as snow, red as blood and black as ebony! This time the dwarves can’t wake you up again.”

And when she asked the mirror at home,

“Mirror, mirror on the wall,

who is the fairest of us all?”,

it finally answered,

“Madam Queen, you are the fairest of them all.”

Then her inner turmoil found peace, because the king tolerated her next to him again.

But her peace did not last long, because after three days, the mirror now added to its answer each time:

“Queen, your beauty is fading,

because Snow White you are hating.”

How great then was her fear, because her situation had become even worse than before.

In addition, the queen was startled when she looked out into the courtyard. There she saw the two berry-gatherers from the forest. Inwardly agitated, she approached the two from behind and observed, how they poured their berry juice for the castle inhabitants. At the same time, they muttered incessantly to themselves. The queen moved even closer to hear their words. Then the two turned to her, looked at her accusingly and repeated aloud, what the queen had already feared:

“Look at this bottle with sap,

guilt flows into the cup.”

“Good red berry juice, fine liquid,

but only as destroyed life spirit.”

Then, they handed her a cup and, as if under compulsion, the queen could not help but drink it.

This was repeated every day for seven years. Gradually, the queen began to think of other questions to ask her mirror than just about her beauty. At the same time, she noticed that each of these new questions made her a little bit more beautiful again. What all her efforts to please the king had failed to achieve all these years, now happened all by itself; simply by asking the right questions. So she finally dared to ask the mirror, how her relationship with Snow White should be.

Then the mirror replied:

“Snow White high above

and you in the land,

together, you are the most beautiful

‒ hand in hand ‒

And when the queen was about to turn away, the mirror added:

“But it is not beauty that is crucial,

because both of you are special.

From out of the vastness, through Snow White and to the land,

hold also the king by the hand.”

After these last words, the mirror showed her Snow White in a glass coffin high up on a mountain, before the mirror shattered into a thousand pieces. Now, the queen knew deeply inside what was right, felt her motherly love for Snow White and set off again for the seven dwarfs behind the seven mountains.

There, the dwarves had found Snow White lying on the ground as if dead, the years before, when they had come home in the evening. And there had been no more breath coming out of her mouth. They had picked her up, searched for something poisonous, untied her, combed her hair, washed her with water and wine, but it was no use; the dear child was dead and remained dead. They laid her onto a bier and sat down, all seven of them, and wept for her and wept for three days. Then they wanted to bury her, but she still looked as fresh as a living person, and still had her beautiful red cheeks. They said, “We can’t bury her in the black earth,” and had a transparent coffin made of glass, so that she could be seen from all sides. They laid her inside and wrote her name onto it, in golden letters, and that she was a king’s daughter. Then they put the coffin out on the mountain, and one of them always stayed with it and guarded it. And the animals came and mourned Snow White, too, first an owl, then a raven, and finally a little dove.

Now, Snow White lay in the coffin for all those years and did not decompose, but looked as if she were asleep. At first, she was still as white as snow, as red as blood and as black-haired as ebony. But gradually, Snow White’s hair became lighter and lighter, and finally blond. And, in addition, it began to curl. Snow White had become even more beautiful than before with her now delicate, airy, blond curls.

But it happened that a king’s son got into the forest and came to the dwarf’s house to spend the night there. He saw the coffin on the mountain, and the beautiful Snow White in it, and read what was written on it in golden letters. Then he said to the dwarfs, “Let me have the coffin, and I will give you what you want for it.” But the dwarves answered, “We will not give it for all the gold in the world.” Thereupon he continued, “So give it to me as a present, for I cannot live without seeing Snow White. I will honor and esteem her as my dearest.” Exactly these words the queen heard when she arrived at the glass coffin at that very moment. Immediately she felt sympathy for the prince. As the prince spoke thus, the good dwarfs wanted to give him the coffin. But, suddenly, it happened that a violent gust of wind seized the coffin, and snatched it from the hands of the dwarves. From this shaker, the poisonous piece of apple, which Snow White had bitten off, drove out of her throat. And not long after, she opened her eyes, lifted the lid of the coffin, stood up and came back to life.

The queen, the prince and the seven dwarfs were beside themselves with joy. Snow White, however, felt safe in the vastness of the sky and looked lovingly into the eyes of her mother and of the prince. She felt in her heart that there, on this mountain, would be her home in a light, airy castle. Thus, Snow White said to the prince, “I love you very much; stay with me on this mountain as my consort.” So the prince stayed with Snow White, and their wedding was arranged with great splendor and magnificence.

Everyone was invited to the feast of Snow White and the prince; the seven dwarfs, the queen, the king, the berry-gatherers, the hunter as well as the prince’s parents and many other queens and kings. They all accepted the invitation to the wedding. Word had already spread about, how affectionately people treated each other in the kingdom with the two castles; one high up on the mountain, directly under the wide sky, and one down in the land. The seven dwarfs were welcome guests in both castles and provided them with gold and ore. Snow White passed on the wise advice of the cloud formations to the queen, and the king followed this wisdom willingly and gladly. Thus, the queen greeted him every day with the words:

“The vastness is the highest source,

it gives you, too, my dear king, that much force.”

June 24, 2022, Berlin, Ayleen Lyschamaya, Musubis female creative power

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