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gsirvitor · 4 months

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Can you explain the Hyperboera theory please? Is it the white people version of the Yakub thing?

The Hyperborea theory is actually more based in reality than the fantasy of Yakub, and like all good things, we begin with Greek Myth.

In Greek myth, Hyperborea was a land located to the far north of the known world, it was so remote it was considered even beyond the North Wind.

There a legendary race known as the Hyperboreans lived, and worshipped the sun god Apollo.

Herodotus wrote that the 7th century BC, the poet Aristeas wrote of the Hyperboreans in a poem called Arimaspea, about a journey to the Issedones, who are estimated to have lived in the Kazakh Steppe.

Beyond these lived the one-eyed Arimaspians, further on the gold-guarding griffins, and beyond these the Hyperboreans.

Herodotus assumed that Hyperborea lay somewhere in Northeast Asia.

Homer placed Boreas in Thrace, and therefore Hyperborea was in his opinion north of Thrace, in Dacia.

Heraclides Ponticus and Antimachus in contrast identified the Riphean Mountains with the Alps, and the Hyperboreans as a Celtic tribe (perhaps the Helvetii) who lived just beyond them.

Aristotle placed the Riphean mountains on the borders of Scythia, and Hyperborea further north.

Hecataeus of Abdera and others believed Hyperborea was Britain.

Later Roman, and Greek sources continued to change the location of the Riphean mountains, the home of Boreas, as well as Hyperborea, which was supposedly located beyond them.

However, all of the sources agreed the locations of the mountains and Hyperborea were far north of Greece and southern Europe.

Simmias of Rhodes in the 3rd century BC connected Hyperborea to the Massagetae and Posidonius in the 1st century BC to the Western Celts, but Pomponius Mela placed them even further north in the vicinity of the Arctic.

This final connection was what stuck in the minds of those who would later propose a location for Hyperborea.

However, later writers disagreed on the existence and location of Hyperborea, with some regarding it as purely mythological, and others connecting the Hyperboreans to real-world peoples and places in northern Eurasia (ie. Britain, Scandinavia, or Siberia).

In medieval and Renaissance literature, the Hyperboreans came to signify remoteness and exoticism.

Modern scholars consider the Hyperborean myth to be an amalgam of ideas from ancient utopianism, "edge of the earth" stories, the cult of Apollo, and exaggerated reports of phenomena in northern Europe known as the Arctic or "midnight sun."

Since Herodotus places Hyperborea beyond the Massagetae and Issedones, both Central Asian peoples, it appears that his Hyperborea may have been in Siberia.

Heracles sought the golden-antlered hind of Artemis in Hyperborea. As the reindeer is the only deer species of which females bear antlers, this would suggest an arctic or subarctic region.

This has led some to believe that the Chinese are Hyperboreans, while others deny this as Reindeer also appear in Northern Europe, meaning Heracles could have sought the thr golden-antlered hind of Artemis in Scandinavia, meaning Hyperborea could have been Norse.

It would be this connection that stuck.

Hyperborea in Greek myth however was not an icy land, it was a warm, sunny land that existed beyond Boreas, who was credited for creating cold climates.

However, the idea of Hyperborea being in the Arctic is the idea that stuck.

Now, this ask was in context to the Indo-European hypothesis, which stipulates that the people who became Indo-Europeans came from Hyperborea, which is correct and incorrect, while yes, the Indo-European people's all come from the same tribal lineage, we did not emerge from the Arctic during an ice age.

Now, this idea stuck itself in the minds of both Russian and Indian nationalists, this was inspired by the works of Bal Gangadhar Tilak in his The Arctic Home in the Vedas, and the Austro-Hungarian ethnologist Karl Penka in his Origins of the Aryans.

Soviet Indologist Natalia R. Guseva and Soviet ethnographer S. V. Zharnikova, influenced by the works, argued for a northern Urals Arctic homeland of the Indo-Aryan and Slavic peoples.

This never caught on outside of Russia and India.

All of this, right now, is plausible, Indo-European people's did come from the same tribal bands of Proto-Indo-Europeans that swept across, and subsequently conquered Eurasia, and North Africa, they did originate from either the steppes of central Asia or the mountains of eastern Europe, their land would have been an alien landscape to the ancient Greeks who would hear of this land beyond Boreas through oral traditions, and so on.

Now, we get into the part that makes the Hyperborea theory, like the Yakub theory, and like all absurd things, we can thank the French.

Robert Charroux first related the Hyperboreans to an ancient astronaut race of "reputedly very large, very white people" who had chosen "the least warm area on the earth because it corresponded more closely to their own climate on the planet from which they originated".

This stuck, and then evolved over the decades to become the modern Hyperborea meme, which claims white people were created, or are aliens, destined to rule the world from beneath the Arctic, or the moon, and the Nazis are also there;

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rrcraft-and-lore · 20 hours

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The Celtic Goddess Danu - the Mother Goddess, the goddess of and manifest divine waters. The waters that fell from heaven to create the sacred river, Danuvis or the Danube.

The Tuatha De Danaan are translated as "The Children of Danu."

There are similarities here between this Ganga and the forming of the Ganges. But more notably, Danu from Hindiusm - the primordial mother goddess of ancient/first old waters - liquid. There is also a river named Danu in Nepal.

She is the mother of the Danavas, a larger category of the Asuras - celestial/supernatural beings of god like powers, but calling them gods exactly is incorrect. Asuras and Devas are larger in some ways than that - celestial/cosmic beings of princely domains/abilities is slightly more accurate, but for all intents an purposes. There are more similarities between Celtic and Vedic/Hindu culture/myths.

Why?

Well, recent research has shown Celtic genetics shows paternal and maternal ancestry from ancient India (R-M269 deriving via R1b, and H & U haplogroups) - is it really that weird then we see echoes of the ancient Indian epics echoed throughout other parts of the world, especially with the history of Eurasian/South Asian trade, migration, and more?

There is a story well known in the South Asian stories, but let's talk about the similar Celtic one. A tale of how a hero has to build a causeway across the waters to reach his foe, and how his wife must outsmart her captor/villain.

Some Indians are already nodding their heads. We begin with the Celtic hero: Fionn mac Cumhaill, a hero who is born just after his father dies.

Does this sound somewhat familiar?

Well, here we have Rama, born to Dasaratha, who is cursed to die soon as his son leaves him. His father dies as soon as Rama is exiled from Ayodhya.

Finn goes on to study with poets, warriors, and hunters in the forest of Sliabdh Bladma.

Rama goes to the forest hermitage where he learns similar arts under Vasitha.

Finn later in his youth goes on to destroy the fire breathing demon Áillen of the Tuatha (Children of Danu analogous of Aditi here btw) who destroys the capital of Tara every year on Samhain (a celebration very similar to the Indian Pitru Paksha btw)

Rama as a teen kills the Asuras attacking the hermitage - the enemies of the Devas (children of Aditi), interestingly enough just like I've talked about in the Norse (how you have two bodies of celestial/god beings - Aesir and Vanir), the Greeks have it, there is also a flipping that happens in a lot of these ancient cultures.

Aesir and Asura come from the proto indo European asr - but in one group one is good, the other bad. However in the Iranian - Zoroastrian, there is a reverse. The Ahura (Asura) are GOOD and the Devas are bad (down to including Indra from South Asian mythology), and in the Celtic we see something similar - a flipping of roles.

Rama, Sita, and her protector Lakshmana were all in exile together in the forest. The demon king Ravana sends a golden deer to tempt/seduce and lure away Sita from Rama but it is really the demon Maricha in disguise. Sita is tricked and ends up sending her protector to Rama, leaving herself vulnerable, and thus abducted by Ravana who wishes to marry her and this leads to a war in where Rama eventually gets her back also, kidnapping of a women sparking a war? OH HI, HELEN OF TROY. HI.

Fionn meets his wife Sabadh while hunting, and guess what? She is turned into a deer by a druid she refuses to marry. She returns to her true form once in Fionn's home and they marry...only she's turned into a deer again by the druid Fear Doirich when Fionn was off at war, and Fionn must spend years searching for her. Wow. Coinky dinky dinky.

Now to the original part of my talk here, the causeway in Ireland was built by Fionn to travel to battle a giant. Rama Setu, his causeway, was built by Rama's army so he could enter Lanka to do battle there - (Sri Lanka).

The Celts also have four major cycles of time just like the Vedic Indians did. The tricky thing here is that linguistically, PIE (proto Indo European) has been shown to be behind a lot of story/cultural influences as it spread through Europe/Asia, but...the thing that's hard to account for here is how geo-located Ramayama is in/to India, so why do specific echoes of it show up in Celtic mythology so much so?

Yay comparative mythology and echoed storytelling/beats tropes across the world.

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messenger-of-stupidity · 2 years

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All Together Spooky

It’s Halloween, and I’m still fucking sick. So Imma write things. If you celebrate Halloween, Happy Halloween and I hope you have a wonderful time. If you don’t celebrate it, like me, enjoy the spooky stuff while you calmly wait for a holiday you celebrate.

CW: Fluff, Crack, Many characters, No I will not explain, cursing

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Marcus had once explained Halloween to them. It had been part of a their social protocol training, understanding human holidays. It proved incorrect to the information out there though. Halloween was derived from Samhain, a celtic festival. The English and Americans had adopted it though. They were pretty sure other cultures had too, but hadn’t had the time nor the interest to look into it. Marcus had been their main focus then.

But he was gone now, thank god. And their mind was clear. The only thing that wasn’t clear at the moment, was what Anton was doing in their lab.

“I still don’t understand.” They said as they sat on the table, swinging their legs back and forth. It was a useless movement, but seeming more humanlike put the humans around them at ease. Anton raised his head from his task of spreading fake cobwebs around the lab.

“It’s decorating.” He said in his accented voice. They knew that several of the other people on the project sometimes had a difficult time understanding him. Maybe that was why he liked talking to them too. They had no trouble picking out words from his heavily accented voice.

“It looks more like... I don’t know. Causing a mess?” They tried, tilting their head a few degrees to add a physical representation of their confusion. They knew people decorated for the holiday, but that wasn’t why they were confused. They were confused why Anton was decorating their lab for the holiday. As far as they knew, they had never celebrated or decorated it before. What changed now? Was it part of some new protocol training they weren’t aware of?

“I suppose it is kind of messy. But once I’m done hopefully it will look better.” Anton relented. They sighed and hopped off the table with a metal thunk. Humans didn’t make that sound. But humans also had organic bodies. Maybe if they wore metal on their shoes it would make that sound. More metal than just the metal in tap shoes. Information stored. Labeled unnecessary musings.

They eyed the door expectantly as Anton continued his decorating. “Is the rest of the building decorating for Samhain?” They asked, their bionic eyes still not leaving the door to and from the lab. Anton shrugged.

“I’m not sure. We have permission to, but I don’t know if everyone is going to take up the offer. There’s not going to be any trick or treating, but I’ll take what I can get of holidays.” That was probably wise if the world was going to end. Not that Anton needed to know that. He was happy right now, and mentioning worldwide death tended to put a damper on people’s happiness. It was curious to see how a chronic optimist would twist worldwide destruction though. They should try to find an optimistic scientist to ask a theoretical question. It would likely get reported back to James, but that was okay. He was just happy they were curious again.

“Do you call it Samhain or Halloween?” They asked next, keeping the questions going. There was something soothing about hearing Anton’s voice. Plus he took time to answer them. He was like James in that regard, seeing them as a person. The other scientists were ordered to treat them with respect, but they were observant enough to see how many gave them the lowest level of respect they could without losing their jobs. Word about Marcus being fired upon their request had spread like wildfire.

“Halloween. I grew up doing that, so it’s just habit. I finished the cobwebs by the way.” They turned around, pulling their focus from the door to walk over to Anton. They stared down at the neon green ‘cobwebs’ he had so painstakingly spread over some desks that just held equipment they hadn’t used in two months, three weeks, four days, three hours, twenty two minutes, thirty five seconds and counting. They reached down to gently drift their fingers and sensors over the material, nose wrinkling slightly.

Cobwebs weren’t green. And cobwebs didn’t feel like this. It was wholly inaccurate.

“I like it. Thank you, Anton.”

Angel

“Davey! Just gimme the goddamn bowl already!” Angel pouted, reaching up towards the bowl their mate held in the air, out of their reach. They loved the height difference usually. It allowed David no excuses for not giving Angel a piggyback ride when they got tired. But right now it was frustrating and wholly unfair.

“Just give the little gremlins their tooth-rotting sugar out of the bag. I’m not having a bowl dirtied for this again, you little shit.” He argued back. It was Angel’s first official Halloween in their new house since work had pulled them away last year. Asher and his mate had told Angel what a pain Davey had been last year, so Angel had decided to handle the candy and everything.

The only problem had been as soon as Angel walked in with three big bags of candy and David had seen, he had raced to the kitchen, grabbed the biggest bowl that Angel had needed and had been holding it up in the air ever since. Sure, Angel could just use a lot of smaller bowls but that would dirty them. Wait a minute...

“Fine.” They grumbled and stopped reaching for it, instead moving away. David cautiously lowered his arm, eying them. But it was too late. They squatted down and opened the cabinet, grabbing several bowls.

“What are you doing, Angel?” He asked, his eyes dropping from them to the bowls they now held in their arms.

“Putting candy in bowls.” They answered cheerfully. Checkmate bitch. David sighed and held out the bigger bowl towards Angel while he exchanged them for the smaller bowls. Angel beamed and moved towards the counter. They grabbed the first bag of candy and a pair of scissors, cutting it open to dump inside the bowl. “Spooky scary skeletons, send shivers down your spine.” They hummed. David just leaned against the counter, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“Honestly, Angel. I don’t know which is worse. Having Asher and his mate over for Halloween, or having you. At least I can tell them no.” He muttered. Angel glanced over at him as they grabbed one of the candies from the bowl to unwrap and pop into their mouth.

“You can tell me no, Davey. I just won’t listen.” They said calmly before chewing and swallowing. They grabbed the next bag of candy and opened it before searching through the mountainous amount of candy inside. Spotting a corner of the wrapper, they grabbed it and pulled it free before holding it out to their mate.

“I’m just glad you’re here. Although I wish you would see reason and not give in to the little brats.” He said as he took the candy and unwrapped it. he took a bite from it before holding the rest out to Angel. David didn’t exactly have a sweet tooth. Which was fine. It just meant more for Angel. They had a sweet tooth for any kind of junk food. They grabbed it from his hand with their teeth, grinning. David sighed.

He loved his mate, but it was going to be a long night.

Sweetheart

Sweetheart fucking loved Halloween. It was literally made to spook people. And they loved scaring people. If by people you meant a certain werewolf with an upper east coast accent named Milo Greer. Sure, they could scare other people, but there was something wonderful about having a mate who was starting to be able to find you easier and easier and still being able to scare the everloving shit out of them.

“You finished your paperwork already?” A coworker asked, a telepath. If Sweetheart recalled, they didn’t mind being called Cutie by their friends. Sweetheart looked up from the papers in front of them that they had been smiling at. They bobbed their head in a nod as they stood up, stretching so their spine popped. The smile returned onto their face.

“Yeah. I have some Halloween plans with my mate.” They answered. Their coworker nodded as they gathered up the paperwork to take to the supervisor’s office. They didn’t envy their supervisor for having to look through all of that, but that was hardly their problem at the moment. They were trying not to adopt other people’s problems. Otherwise they would be at work all the time, with no time for their mate. They weren’t going to be like Milo’s father.

“Well enjoy then, Stealth.” They said. Sweetheart returned the sentiment and gathered up their stuff. They said their goodbyes to the receptionists and security guards as they made their way out of the building. They hummed softly to themselves to the drive to the apartment they shared with their mate, pulling into a different parking lot. Then came the beginning to the fun. They took a deep breath as their core thrummed. They flickered for a moment before disappearing. It was Halloween so if any Unempowered noticed, it would just be a scare for them.

Should a Department Investigator be more concerned about a possible break in covert? Absolutely. But they were off duty right now. They phased through their car and walked towards the door, stifling their aura and bodily sounds. Their eyes dropped to the jack’o’lanterns outside the door. They had been awake with Milo for a few hours longer than they should have the previous night carving out those damn pumpkins. It had smelled nasty, but had been fun nonetheless.

They phased through the door, grinning openly. It’s not like Milo could see that. Speaking of which, he was squatting down by Aggro’s food bowl, gently running his fingers through the cat’s fur while he ate.

“How much you wanna bet that Sweetheart’s gonna pull a prank on me?” He asked the cat. He had no idea, but Sweetheart stilled to watch him fondly. “Cause, y’know, they do every year so far. And I know that’s only two times right now, but you really think that’s gonna stop them? No, because Sweetheart’s a fucking menace. But you know what else? I’m prepared for it. You can’t scare me if I’m expectin it.” Oh how wrong he was. Sweetheart tried to mute themselves as much as possible before approaching Aggro and squatting down next to him. They waited a breath before uncloaking.

“Is that so?” They asked, holding back a laugh. Aggro was too focused on eating but the yelp that left Milo as he fell flat on his ass was enough of a reaction to have Aggro jumping into the air, spine arched and fur fluffed out with a yowl. Sweetheart fell down too, but it was from the laughter that was shaking their entire body.

“GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!” Milo shouted before groaning and hiding his face in his hands. “How the hell.... you fucking phase-cloaked through the door, didn’t ya?” He asked, peeking at them from between his fingers. Another curse left his lips as Sweetheart nodded. “I fucking hate you.”

“I love you too, Milo.”

Darlin

Darlin didn’t understand the draw to Halloween. When they were a teenager, the Shaw pack teens would gather at Milo’s house and watch scary movies. Darlin never joined in. They just stayed at home and did their own thing. When they were a kid, they would dress up and go trick or treating. But not anymore. It wasn’t just Halloween though. It was all the holidays. Why should they treat a day different just because some old dude a long long time ago said so? They weren’t alive anymore, so they couldn’t boss Darlin around.

Their pack wasn’t doing anything special for Halloween either. Everyone was spending it with their mates. Did Darlin suspect that Asher and his mate would end up at David’s house sometimes during the night? Absolutely. But that had nothing to do with them. They stared down at their phone, teeth worrying at their bottom lip. It was now or never. They pressed the green call button and put the phone to their ear, hearing the dialing sound. It took a few moments before a southern accent filtered through.

“Darlin?” What a way to say hello. They ignored the shiver it sent down their spine as their hand clutched the doorknob to their apartment.

“Are you doing anything tonight?” They regretted the words as soon as they came out of their mouth. Sam chuckled, and while it helped put Darlin at ease, their mind was running a mile a minute. Was he busy tonight and he was laughing to try to buy time to figure out how to tell them? Maybe the Solaire clan was doing something tonight. Darlin should have known. Stupid.

“Not really. Vincent is coming over with his partner. You’re welcome to come to. Maybe I could escape being a third wheel to their flirting.” Sam replied. Darlin calmed down. That seemed fair. They had met Vincent and his partner briefly a few times. Always in passing.

“Okay. I’ll be right over.” Darlin replied and hung up before they could embarrass themselves further. They opened the door and stepped out into the crisp fall air. They locked the door behind them and started towards the direction of Sam’s house. Once they were out of view, they shifted. Running through the woods towards their mate’s home was nicer then putting themselves in a stuffy car. Plus Sam had some of their clothes in his home. The ring of their keys was around one of their canines as they ran, eyes narrowed. And the fall wind through their fur? Better than anything else.

It took several minutes, maybe half an hour before Darlin trotted up to Sam’s door. They paused, eying the fancy car parked outfront. It was dusk now, so they supposed it made sense if Vincent and his mate, no partner they didn’t use the term mate, were already here. But a fancy car? That seemed... boujee or something. They pawed at the door with a low whine to announce their arrival. They could hear Sam sigh as there was laughter from inside before footsteps lead up to the door and their mate opened it.

“Really, Darlin? You could have just drove here? Or waited until dusk and asked for a ride.” He said. Darlin panted and nosed their way inside. They would have just shifted back, but with company that was unaware of shifter culture, they couldn’t. They walked through the home, ignoring the laughter from Vincent or the wide-eyed look from his partner as they headed towards Sam’s room. “Darlin’s going to grab some clothes, then they’ll be right out.” Sam said.

They shifted back and set their keys down on Sam’s nightstand before grabbing some clothes. They pulled them on and grabbed one of Sam’s hoodies. They walked back, pulling it on and aware of Sam’s eyes watching their muscles move as they put the article of clothing on. They smirked at him and he looked away quickly. Darlin plopped down in one of the loveseats, curling their legs up.

“Hey.” They said quietly and Vincent’s partner waved to them. They could recall Sam saying that before the Inversion they used to be an electro-energetic. Sam had never said whether or not they still retained a semblance of that magic after they were turned.

“Hey Tank. Was it a nice run?” Vincent asked. Darlin’s eyes moved over to him and narrowed for a moment before they nodded. Vampires mentioning their wolf form still kind of put them on edge. Quinn used to do that a lot. Sam didn’t need to know about that though.

“Yeah. I like running when it’s fall. It’s not too cold or too warm. Although I suppose you already know that.” They answered, their voice staying calm. Vincent smiled and nodded again. Darlin looked towards Sam, who was watching them. They tilted their head in a silent question and he cleared his throat.

“Do you want something to drink or eat, Darlin?” He asked. Darlin grinned at him and watched as his gaze dropped for a second before returning to them. They nodded.

“Yeah. I haven’t eaten yet today.” They answered. Sam frowned.

“Darlin.” He said and they could hear the warning tone in his voice. Vincent laughed and his partner joined in.

“Still the mother hen, Sam?” The newest vampire asked and Darlin nodded. Maybe Halloween wasn’t too bad.

Freelancer

“Nah. I’m pretty sure it will work.” Freelancer said as both them and Gavin eyed Caelum. Gavin shook his head, still disagreeing with them. He was dressed in a demon costume, and had pretended not to notice the irony when Freelancer had pointed it out.

“The chorus has made sure that Empathy Daemons are cloaked from the eye.” He said, which had been his point for the past half an hour. Freelancer sighed and shook their head. Caelum was watching the arguing, his head moving back and forth to follow it.

“He’ll still be invisible, he’ll just have something over him.” They held a stereotypical ghost costume in their hands, complete with sewed on sleeves and gloves. They wanted Caelum to be able to participate in their Halloween party, but he needed to be visible for that to be able to happen. They would have to just brush past what Caelum was if their friends asked though.

“If you say so.” Gavin finally relented as he stretched. A knock sounded on the door and Gavin went to go open it as Freelancer helped an excited Caelum into his costume. The incubus opened the door to see the delivery Guy with their food for the party. What the Freelancer’s affinity to pizza and wings were, Gavin would never know. He smiled and delighted in the way that a blush spread across Guy’s face.

“H-Hi. How’s your Halloween going so f-far?” He stammered as he held out the pizza and wings boxes towards Gavin. He took them and let out a happy sigh.

“Oh wonderfully. How is yours going?” He asked. Freelancer squeezed past Gavin with a glare.

“Flirting isn’t a tip, Gavin.” They scolded as they pulled out their wallet. Guy laughed nervously as Gavin rolled his eyes.

“I was going to tip him, Deviant.” He said, stepping back with the food. Freelancer handed over some cash with a doubtful ‘uh-huh.’

“Have a nice night. And you didn’t even grab any money, so I doubt that.” They said. They waved a goodbye to Guy and Gavin closed the door with his heel. He carried the food over to the table and set it down before looking at Freelancer.

“Where’s your costume, Freelancer?” Caelum asked, jumping up and down happily as his eyes peeked through the holes carved out. Freelancer rubbed their temples before heading to their room. Gavin laughed as Caelum looked after them, confused.

It took around an hour and twenty minutes before everyone arrived. Of course Damien was the first to arrive, Lasko was the last to arrive. He arrived with several apologies, but Freelancer just waved them off saying there wasn’t an official start time. The sheet plan had actually worked oddly enough. Gavin had no problem lying to the group, so he said that Caelum was a newly developed stealth that wanted to seem more ghost like, so he was cloaked and that was why no one could see his legs. Freelancer hadn’t thought that part through. Caelum tried to talking to everyone, but it didn’t work. So they developed a plan where Caelum would just whisper in Gavin or Freelancer’s ear and they would translate.

After all, he was just shy.

The night came to a close with Damien practically punching Gavin, Huxley having to hold him back, Freelancer laughing as Lasko worried and Caelum being a happy daemon that he was able to talk to people, even if it was through proxy.

Happy Halloween.

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jasper-pagan-witch · 2 years

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Hi! I was wondering if you could give me some tips or advice on reaching out to Cernunnos? I’ve been interested in him for almost a year now but it’s so hard to find good resources on him! Thank you :)

Hello anon!

To be completely honest, I just talked to Cernunnos. I spoke aloud and was like "hey so I don't have the room for another altar but you're welcome to hang out" and then he moved into my death magic altar and my wealth altar that were already up. It was a situation that worked for the both of us.

As for resources, here's a bit of advice: avoid stuff that calls him a Celtic god. While not technically incorrect, the term "Celtic" is an umbrella term applying to a lot of cultures and tribes in a specific area. Instead, focus on stuff that (correctly) identifies him as a Gaulish god and doesn't completely buy into the Roman-Wiccan syncretism of him with Pan/Faun.

I always point people towards this post plus the attached Google Doc, but a meander through my Cernunnos tag ought to help too!

~Jasper

#answered #anonymous #deity work #cernunnos

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ocqueen · 4 months

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Sometimes I just have to sit back and appreciate how lucky I am that my parents truly let me and my brothers explore any and all religions and relationships with spirituality, even while holding their own very strong beliefs about it (Irish Catholic for my father, heavily culturally Jewish but dislikes participating in formal organized religion for my mother). None of us were baptized or given a formal '-mitzvah, and they let us try out whatever we wanted if we showed an interest, even taking us to different services if we were interested like a local Unitarian Universalist church, solstice rituals, and temples of various kinds. One of my brothers has ended up Catholic with plans to take holy communion, and the other is currently a hard atheist who jokes that going into a church will make him burst into flame.

I personally got into exploring Buddhist practices early on (or as 'into' it as an unguided suburban 9 or 10 year old can get with a library card) before deciding it didn't quite fit and moving into Celtic neopaganism and nature worship in middle school, and then becoming loosely agnostic with a wishy-washy Wicca practice through college. I'm just now trying to reconnect with my Jewish heritage through tradition, including exploring my faith, and I'm slipping into what I would describe as 'hedge Judaism', which combines certain elements of my old neopagan belief in an overall universal energy or spirit rather than a god with a formal 'form' or 'being' and my practice of divination with my more Jewish upbringing and traditions (it works kind of well in tandem with the Jewish sensibilities I've grown up with and read up on, actually). It's not traditional at all, and some more traditional practitioners on both sides might say it's flat out incorrect, but it feels right to me and isn't hurting anyone or taking any closed practices (I guess Judaism is technically a closed practice but I am definitely Jew despite not having been given a bat-mitzvah) and that's what matters for spirituality in the long run.

#rambles #delete later?#personal #religion #queen.txt #i think there's a basis of how i feel about One Godly Being or whatever in judaism too #but im sure i need to read up more on the theology to find that #i do like angels tho they slap #almost took an angel name as my new name when i was changing it #still might

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incorrect-deity-lmao · 3 years

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Some hero: if I was a god, I would unironically go insane

Every god ever whos ever been slightly stressed: *side eyes each other nervously*

#incorrect diety #gods #incorrect Greek gods #incorrect Egyptian gods #incorrect norse gods #incorrect Roman gods #incorrect Celtic gods #listen I’m tired and got a lot of stuff to do #am I gonna do it?#absolutely not

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mytholots · 5 months

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Apollo: If I fall…

Surya: I’ll be there to catch you.

Lugh: *looks at Sol* What if I fall?

Sol: Then I’ll fall with you, never leaving your side.

Huitzilopochtli: *watches these two interactions*

Huitzilopochtli, to Ra: And if I fall?

Ra: I’ll be the one who pushed you.

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godsofhumanity · 2 years

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Ferdiad: That's a crazy idea, Cú Chulainn. Ferdiad: Absolutely insane. Ferdiad: It doesn't make any sense. None at all. Cú Chulainn: Cú Chulainn: So, you'll do it? Ferdiad: Of course!

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15pantheons · 11 months

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Bres: When I first met you, I did not like you. Lugh: I'm aware of that. Bres: But then you and I had some time together. Lugh: Uh-huh? Bres: It did not get better.

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trouble-trouble-trouble · 4 years

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incorrecttwitterofgods · 4 years

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Hi, everyone! 💙

I want to say thank for all that are following me! It's amazing and It makes me so happy to see that other people like my blog hahaha

If you have ever a doubt about something related with mythology, just ask and I'll be very happy to answer because I love talking about mythology. You can also send questions related with the account and so.

Thanks for the support.

With love,

~Dyslaia

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witchwood-inn · 3 years

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Lughnasadh

Lughnasadh is coming up soon so I thought I’d share a bit about it for those who are new! Lughnasadh (Lúnasa in irish) is a Gaelic festival marking the beginning of the harvest season and also the beginning of Autumn. Lúnasa is the modern irish word for the month of August! The festival itself is named after the Irish God Lugh Lámfada (Lugh of the long hand) and celebrations included religious ceremonies, ritual athletic contests (most notably the Tailteann Games), feasting, matchmaking, and trading.

A common misconception about this holiday is that Lugh is the central figure to be honored, however this is not necessarily the case. Lugh created the festival of Lughnasadh “Lugh’s assembly” in honor of his foster-mother Tailtiu, who had died of exhaustion while clearing the land of Ireland for agriculture. Tailtiu was possibly an earth or harvest goddess and Lugh dedicated this festival to her. Funerary games, celebrations and feasting were held in her honor, so we shouldn’t forget Tailtiu when celebrating this holiday, the whole reason Lugh created it in the first place!

People have also incorrectly referred to Lugh as a sun god, to try and relate him to this holiday given it is named after him. Lugh’s name possibly means “Flashing light”, which might be why he began to have sun associations in the Victorian Era, comparing him to Greco-Roman Apollo. Though in my opinion, this is an incorrect association. Lugh is more likely to be associated with storms and particularly Lightning “Flashing light”. It was said that lightning storms were a recreation of Lugh’s battle with Balor. Lugh’s spear “The Spear (Sleg) of Assal” was unbeatable in battle and could take the form of lightning when thrown. His epithet Lámfada (of the long arm) probably references his famous spear. The tale of Lugh defeating Balor, seems to represent the overcoming of blight, drought and the scorching summer sun. Lugh’s association with storms, and in turn the rain and clouds, could indicate that he is associated with the protection of the harvest, to ensure the crops are watered enough to grow. Any sun association with Lugh could be more so the red sun of sunrise, the morning before a storm “Red sky in the morning, shepherds warning”. Other than storms, Lugh most definitely is associated with skill and mastery in multiple disciplines, including the arts. He is also associated with oaths, truth and the law, and therefore with rightful kingship.

Overall, Lughnasadh is a celebration of the successful harvest, giving thanks to the earth and beginnings of preparation for the coming winter. How to celebrate Lughnasadh: Honoring Lugh and Tailtiu are great ways to celebrate this holiday. Light candles for them or give an offering to the earth (food, seeds, feed the birds etc). You can also honor any harvest, sun or earth deities at this time. Feasting is another great way to celebrate! The baking of bread is common around this time of year as Lughnasadh is heavily associated with the grain harvest. Here’s how to make traditional irish soda bread: https://www.bordbia.ie/recipes/desserts-and-baking-recipes/traditional-brown-soda-bread/ Topped with irish butter and jam? YUM! Music and dance are always part of irish celebrations! Coupled with a bonfire would be great if you can manage it, or just simply lighting a candle and dancing around with some music from spotify is enough! My Celtic music playlist on spotify: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6wn6JE21kehC0EM0KZHmQe?si=f0a736ac9e0249b2 Lughnasadh is the beginning of Autumn and nature sure shows it. Take a nature walk and see if you can spot any changes in the plants around you, or do you notice any autumnal plants and fruits arriving? Mushrooms? Blackberries? Pumpkins?? (I’m growing pumpkins this year, they’re doing great! :D) And finally, take this time to prepare for the coming winter, whatever that looks like for you! Happy Lughnasadh to you all! Enjoy it :D

#Lughnasadh #Lammas #Harvest #gaelpol #irish paganism #wicca

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