This mountain is named after the communities of Daeuua, the evil ghost. It is occupied by the disciple of Ahriman, the Daeuua (or Deaw for short) with a large white body covered with black and color spots and two horns plus little genies--the evil ghosts--who also make this remote mountain their home.
The mountain is also inhabited by free spirits, drawn by the clean air, clean water and proximity to Auramazdà . I can see the spirit of Prophet Mehabad and Prophet Zoroaster and many of his faithful followers here as well. Before Islam conquered the land of the Airyanem Vaejah people, the major religion was Zoroastrianism, named in honor of its founder, Prophet Zoroaster.
I see the spirit of Matiene [6] and his sons Madayu and Parsu [7] with their descendent Diyako [8] and Haxamanesh [9]. And the many spirits of their relatives from Europe and Eurasia, They are here to ascend to heaven when the time comes.
I, the spirit of Airyanem Vaejah nations, can see the future; I look at the world for next 2578 years. I see Queen Mandane crying for Cyrus the Great when she lost him as a baby. I see General Harpagus telling stories about his own heroism. I see the defeat of Yazdgerd III of Sassanid Empire and his meeting with the spirit of Mandane. I see Arab occupation and destruction in the name of the Islamic religion; I see the Turk and Mongol occupations when Airyanem Vaejah people were defenseless. I see modern western and eastern imperialists of the same blood as the Airyanem Vaejah people. I see their brutality abusing their own people by stealing their material wealth. I see an old man of Sassanid origin trying to revive the unity among the Airyanem Vaejah nations. I see the spirit of Baba Yadgar from the Yarsan religion in Kurdistan helping this old man through dreaming. I know the time is here for Airyanem Vaejah people to reclaim their pride and dignity from the occupiers, so they can live in peace, with stable and better lives. Because of the free availability of information now, the majority of the Airyanem Vaejah people look to be united again and liberated. Furthermore, they seek to establish an independent economic union even stronger than the EU of Europe.
Mandane visits with the spirit of Airyanem Vaejah nations who pretends to be a holy man
The weeping of Mandane [10] echoes on Mount Damavand. I hear of the unjust actions of her father. I, the Spirit of the Airyanem Vaejah, as usual, will try to help in any way I can. There are many evil Deaw (Daeuua) wandering the mountain looking for prey. The evil genies have done their work with Emperor Astyages [11], causing him to act against his own grandson. The evil Deaw and little ghosts can make themselves invisible, they can take flight or they can appear in human form depending upon what suits them. They have long been known for their evil deeds and their frequent kidnapping of young women. They take humans and use them as slaves.
They can truly be a terror unless one can gain control over them. The Deaw itself can be enslaved if one knows how to gain control over its soul. I have control over the soul of one Deaw in a container with me. Every time I shake his soul, he appears and says, "Oh Master, I am your servant, ask me for anything you want."
Tonight I am bored here on Mount Damavand. I said to fly me to Anshan, the capital of the Elam people. It is winter and I want to fly there to enjoy the warmer weather. As I arrive in Anshan, the people are returning home to share the joys of dinner and a quiet evening with their families after working all day. I, the Spirit of the Airyanem Vaejah Nation, travel throughout the land. I see and listen to the stories of the people. I see their happiness. I see their suffering. It is my way of sharing in the joy and pain of the people before they reach their eternal destinations.
It is on this night that I heard of the pain and suffering of Queen Mandane personally. Her story so affected me I decided to help her and her husband during my visit to Anshan. I knew that she was a regular visitor of the Atashgah [12] but until this night I did not know why. Many people visit the Atashgah, the place of worship for Zoroastrians. But Mandane was there this night praying for the fate of her lost son. Intrigued, I decided to take a closer look.
I took the form of an old holy man, with a white beard luxuriously spread below my chin, my thick white mustache almost completely covering my mouth full of tobacco-stained teeth. I passed the guard outside and entered the Atashgah. Queen Mandane was praying with a group of religious women. I approached them as closely as custom would allow and pretended that I was praying as well.
The time passed slowly and it was getting late. Mandane ceased her prayers but she was obviously still troubled. I made my way to her and gently asked "What troubles you, my child?"
"Oh, you're Holiness," she replied. "I have been coming to pray every night for the past five years but I have not seen you here before this night. I can see that you are a very devout man. I pray for my son who has been lost to me."
"You are correct; I have not been here before. I am traveling through Anshan on my way to the holy place of Rhages (Tehran, Iran, now) to pray near the place where Auramazdà sent Prophet Zarathushtra. His relatives had rejected his preaching and forced him and his family to move from his birth place. I wish to be near his spirit, to fight the evil spirits Deaw and the ghosts in his name."
As soon as Queen Mandane heard my words, she immediately showed signs of relief. "My family would be honored if you would stay with us during your time in Anshan."
"I do not want to be a burden on your family, I am very happy and satisfied in the Atashgah," I told her. "I prefer to serve the people and pray wherever I travel."
