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Image 1 — The Ritual of Newborn Salting: Shamanic Incantations in Turkic Folklore (Part 4)
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The Ritual of Newborn Salting: Shamanic Incantations in Turkic Folklore (Part 4)

⚠️ IMPORTANT MEDICAL DISCLAIMER

PLEASE DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME:

Modern medicine and science have proven that a newborn's skin is incredibly thin and absorbs sodium rapidly. The tradition of baby salting can lead to severe sodium poisoning which is clinically known as hypernatremia, as well as brain hemorrhages and unfortunately infant mortality. This post is strictly for cultural, mythological, and anthropological exploration, not a medical recommendation.

As the grandchild of a traditional "Ocak" which means an ancient lineage of folk healers still active in Anatolia, today I want to introduce one of the most mysterious and enduring practices of our lands as a continuation of my previous posts: Baby Salting.

To fully understand this ritual, we have to look back at ancient Turkic Shamanism. In the old belief system, a newborn baby is considered to be standing on a liminal threshold, a phase where they are half spirit and half human for the first week of their life. Because they still carry the scent of birth and the womb, they act as a beacon for negative energies and malevolent entities. The primary purpose of baby salting is to create a form of spiritual camouflage. The salt effectively masks the baby's biological scent, making the infant appear as dry, lifeless matter to passing entities so that they simply overlook the cradle.

How the Ritual is Performed:

Anthropological research shows that this ancient ritual is performed across Anatolia using two primary methods depending on the tradition of the healer lineage. Shifacis would choose either the dry method or the wet method based on their ancestral guidance. In the dry method, rock salt is ground into a fine powder, mixed with olive oil or dried medicinal herbs, and gently rubbed onto the newborn's entire body, focusing heavily on the joints and armpits. The baby is then loosely swaddled for a symbolic period before being washed clean.

In the wet method, which was generally performed within that critical first week after birth, the salt is dissolved directly into the newborn's very first ceremonial bathwater. I was one of those salted newborns myself during my first week of life, and the method my grandmother practiced in her own Hearth was exactly this. In the culture of the Hearth, this bathwater is never just ordinary water because the healer women transform the cauldron into a literal spiritual armor. The other elements dropped into the water are what give the ritual its true depth.

These objects are rooted in traditional sympathy magic and vary according to the gender of the newborn. For a baby girl, a silver earring or a silver coin is dropped into the water to wish for beauty, purity, and a bright face like the moon. For a baby boy, a gold ring is placed in the water, symbolizing strength and prosperity, so that his word may always carry the weight of gold. Regardless of gender, a piece of pure iron such as an old hearth nail or a knife is always added to the water. In Turkic folklore, iron possesses a sacred protective power, acting as a metaphysical shield to completely ward off Al Karısı and evil spirits from the vulnerable infant.

Ancient Incantations and the Synthesis of Beliefs:

While performing this procedure, the Hearth healers or midwives never remain silent, as the spoken aspect of the ritual is just as vital as the physical one. In the traditional Hearth culture of Anatolia, a midwife should not be confused with modern hospital staff or an outside healthcare professional. In these families, the midwife is usually the newborn's own maternal or paternal grandmother, meaning that a child is born directly into the hands of their own family elder. It is these wise grandmothers who deliver the baby and whisper this ancient incantation to seal the purpose of the ritual while the newborn is being washed with the salted water or rubbed with the salt:

"Be as white as salt, be as pure as earth.

May your flesh and bones be tight, may your scent be heavenly and bright.

May your nature be beautiful, may your lineage be bountiful.

May no evil eye strike, may no harsh word bite, may Al Karısı stay out of sight.

It is not my hand, it is the hand of Fatma Ana..."

The most critical part of this incantation is undoubtedly the final phrase: "It is not my hand, it is the hand of Fatma Ana." When we examine academic and anthropological studies, we see a magnificent synthesis of beliefs hidden behind this single sentence. Before Turks embraced Islam, the most powerful sacred figure protecting childbirth, mothers, and newborns was the goddess Umay Ana. Following the adoption of Islam, these shamanic roots did not vanish; instead, they transformed within folk beliefs and merged with Islamic culture. Umay Ana, the protective goddess of mythology, was synthesized over time with the figure of Prophet Muhammad's daughter, Hazrat Fatima, known locally as Fatma Ana.

When a woman from a healing Hearth says "It is not my hand, it is the hand of Fatma Ana" while performing this ritual, she actually means this: "I am not performing this healing through my own mortal, ordinary power. I am merely a vessel. I am surrendering my hand to the thousands of years old sacred feminine energy, to that great protective power, and to my ancestral lineage." Through this verbal seal, the ritual simultaneously keeps the Shamanic roots alive while gaining an Islamic sanctity, allowing it to be passed down from generation to generation.

Modern Corruption and the Boundaries of Tradition:

Today, the practice of baby salting has thankfully decreased dramatically across Anatolia due to modern medicine. However, those who still try to keep it alive today are usually not the traditional healers anymore. Instead, it has turned into a reckless show by uninformed people who completely misunderstand the tradition, blindly covering newborns in kilograms of salt.

If you have read this far, I truly thank you for your time and curiosity. 🫶🏻

u/ihlungulu — 1 day ago

Had a hyper-realistic AP rehearsal during a dream. Has anyone else experienced a simulated projection?

I took a nap around 2 PM today and dove straight into this dream. In the dream, it was nighttime and I was walking with my mom in the courtyard of my old high school; the place was pretty dark. I saw some old friends and acquaintances around. Even though we were in the school courtyard, I was fully aware that we weren't high schoolers anymore and that we were all adults now. I felt a genuine rush of excitement seeing them after so long, so I hugged them all and introduced each one to my mom. After that, my mom and I kept walking and entered a dark house where other people were gathered.

Once we stepped inside the dark house, I noticed there were a few more people there; we chatted with them for a bit. Suddenly, I spotted my grandfather sitting at a table. I turned to my mom in excitement and said, 'Mom, look, Grandpa is here too!' But at that exact moment, something clicked, and I started becoming lucid.

Two main things triggered this realization: First, I questioned how on earth all these people I love, along with completely unrelated individuals, could be gathered in the same place at once. The second and most definitive reason was that, in real life, my grandfather had already passed away. Once I applied this logic to the situation, I knew for a fact that I was dreaming.

The second I realized I was dreaming, my grandmother suddenly appeared next to my grandfather. They both went silent and fixed their eyes directly on me. Their stare felt a bit eerie and creeped me out, but right then, an old mechanism in my mind kicked in. A few months ago, I was deeply obsessed with astral projection—it had almost become an obsession. Since I usually struggle with meditation, I had coded my brain to trigger the process through a biological event instead: my sleep paralysis. The thought 'if sleep paralysis happens, jump straight into astral projection' was so deeply rooted in my mind that even in that moment of fear, the first thing I thought was: 'Okay, I need to do an astral projection right now.'

After making that decision, I started seeing myself from two perspectives at once: from within my own body and as an outside observer. However, the vision wasn't perfectly clear or vivid. I noticed pale yellow energy beams trying to rise up from my body. In moment, all the techniques I’d learned months ago kicked in like a reflex. I kept telling myself, 'Stay calm, don’t focus on just one part of your body; if you get stuck on one spot, you won’t make it out.' I focused on imagining my entire self up on the ceiling as a whole. Even though I knew this wasn't a 'real' astral projection but rather an experience within a dream, what I felt was so incredibly realistic that I could feel the surge of that energy with my entire being. After that intense focus, I opened my eyes somewhere completely different.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself lying in bed in my own room. It was dark, and I stared at the dresser right in front of me for a while. Something was off; I don’t actually have a dresser like that in my real room. Then it hit me: that dresser was the exact same one standing next to my grandfather in the previous dream. A piece of that scene had leaked into this new room where I thought I’d woken up. I said to myself, 'I’m still dreaming,' and closed my eyes again within the dream to end this false awakening.

This time, I actually woke up, but for the first few seconds, I still thought I was in that dream layer. Since I sleep with the blanket pulled completely over my head, it was pitch black, which matched the nighttime setting of my dream perfectly. I thought, 'So it really is night now, and I just actually astral projected.' But the moment I pulled the blanket down, I saw the daylight flooding into the room; it was still daytime outside. That’s when I realized that everything I had just experienced was a hyper-realistic 'rehearsal' for astral projection, staged entirely by my own mind.

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