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The Universal Day of the Romanian blouse - dedicated to the traditional blouse named ie, is celebrated today June 24.
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#romania#rural romania#ie#romanian blouse#sanziene#folk aesthetic#romanian folk costume#folk art#folk costume#folk culture#beautiful photos#art#textile art#folk#eastern europe#europe#traditions#folk traditions#traditional art#traditional clothing
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In Romania, the Midsummer celebrations (23 - 24 June) are named Drăgaica or Sânziene. The term Sânziene originates in the Latin "Sancta Diana", the Roman goddess of the hunt and moon, also celebrated in Roman Dacia (ancient Romania).
The folk practices of Sânziene imply that the maidens in the village dress in white and spend all day searching for and picking flowers, of which one MUST be Galium verum (Lady's bedstraw or Yellow bedstraw) which in Romanian is also named "Sânziànă".
Using the flowers they picked during the day, the girls braid floral crowns which they wear upon returning to the village at nightfall. There they meet with their beloved and they dance around a bonfire. The crowns are thrown over the houses, and whenever the crown falls, it is said that someone will die in that house; if the crown stays on the roof of the house, then good harvest and wealth will be bestowed upon the owners.
As with other bonfire celebrations, jumping over the embers after the bonfire is not raging anymore is done to purify the person and also to bring health.
Another folk belief is that during the Sânziene Eve night, the heavens open up, making it the strongest night for magic spells, especially for the love spells. Also it is said that the plants harvested during this night will have tremendous magical powers.
It is not a good thing though to be a male and walk at night during Sanziene Eve night, as that is the time when the fairies dance in the air, blessing the crops and bestowing health on people - they do not like to be seen by males, and whomever sees them will be maimed, or the fairies will take their hearing/speech or make them mad.
In some areas of the Carpathians, the villagers then light a big wheel of hay from the ceremonial bonfire and push it down a hill. This has been interpreted as a symbol for the setting sun (from the solstice to come and until the midwinter solstice, the days will be getting shorter).
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De ocazie🥰
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Sânziene [24th June]
#romanisme#romanian blouse#romania#teleorman#ciolăneștii de sus#romanian folklore#traditional attire#grafitti#bucurești#sanziene#ziua iei#lablouseroumaine
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This is my representation for the Romanian myth of "Iele".
The iele appear sometimes with bodies, at other times only as immaterial spirits. They are young and beautiful, voluptuous immortals, their frenzy causing delirium in onlookers, and with bad tempers, but not being necessarily evil. They come in groups of three or seven. This version is mostly found in Oltenia, were three Iele are considered the daughters of Alexander the Great, called Catrina, Zalina and Marina.
The iele are also believed to be agents of revenge for God or of the Devil, having the right to avenge in the name of their employers. When they are called upon to act, they hound their victims into the center of their dance, until they die in a furor of madness or torment. In this hypostasis, the Iele are similar to the Ancient Greek Erinyes and the Roman Furies.
#iele#digital art#art#character#character concept#character design#trafitional art#digitalart#romanian#sanziene#mythology
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She's a 10 and she prepares for Drăgaică/Iele/Sânziene <3
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#ziuaieiromanesti #ziuaiei #24iunie #24iunieziuainternationalaaiei🌻🌞😊 #sanziene #smile 🌸 (at Gillingham, Medway) https://www.instagram.com/p/CfLtwEuAJ17/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Rusaliile 2022. Semnificații,tradiții și superstiții de Pogorârea Sfântului Duh și Sărbătoarea Sfintei Treimi
Rusaliile 2022. Semnificații,tradiții și superstiții de Pogorârea Sfântului Duh și Sărbătoarea Sfintei Treimi
Astazi, 12 iunie 2022, sunt Rusaliile, sărbătoare extrem de importantă pentru creștinii ortodocși, care continuă și luni, 13 iunie 2021, zi liberă legal. Pogorârea Sfântului Duh (Cincizecimea sau Rusaliile) este marcată întotdeauna în a opta duminică după Paști, iar Biserica Ortodoxă celebrează persoana Sfântului Duh în Duminica Cincizecimii, dar şi a doua zi după ea, la Sărbătoarea Sfintei…
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#Biserica Ortodoxă#calusari#Călușari de Rusalii#dansul calusarului#Pogorârea Sfântului Duh#Rusaliile 2022#sanziene#Sărbătoarea Sfintei Treimi#Semnificații#superstiții#tradiții#udatul nevestelor#ziua Cincizecimii
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Nu te cunosc, nu ştiu cine eşti, nu ştiu ce faci. Nu pot avea secrete faţă de dumneata. N-am spus asta la nimeni, dar d-tale ţi-o pot spune: totul depinde de Timp. Dacă nu rezolvi problema asta chiar acum, cât eşti tânără, te prinde viaţa şi te macină pe dinlăuntru, şi într-o zi te trezeşti bătrână, iar în ziua următoare te trezeşti pe patul de moarte, şi atunci e prea târziu ca să mai încerci ceva. Trebuie să cauţi asta acum, cât eşti tânără. Asta e o problemă de tinereţe...
Ce trebuie să caut? îl întrebase Ileana.
Să scapi de Timp. Să ieşi din Timp. Priveşte bine în jurul d-tale: ţi se fac din toate părţile semne, încrede-te în semne. Urmăreşte-le..."
— Mircea Eliade (Noaptea de Sânziene)
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Midsummer Night in Romania, Sanzienele or Dragaica
On the 24th of June, around Midsummer Night, in #Romania we celebrate Sanzienele or Dragaica, #magic and joy.
#Im4Ro #folklorethursday #midsummer #sanziene #dragaica #ib6 #summer
On the 24th of June, around Midsummer Night, in Romania we celebrate Sanzienele or Dragaica, but also the birth of Saint John the Baptist.
The Midsummer Night in Romania, magic and joy, is known as the Feast of Sanziene or Dragaica (in Moldova and the south of Romania), and is celebrated on the night of 23rd to 24th of June while Sanziene Day, the 24th of June, is also known as the Day of the…
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#midsummer night#noaptea de sanziene#origin Sun cult#Sanziene Dragaica#Sanziene tradition#spells charms#sumer traditions in Romania
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I’ve been trying to find the video with some Star Wars scenes and manele in be background but for the love of me I can’t find. Please tell me you’ve seen I NEED it lmaoo
I tried finding it too but couldn’t 🥲 I do know it’s still somewhere around here
Edit: OK NEVERMIND https://officialromaniantranslatiuni.tumblr.com/post/669125259329437696/sanziene-reylo-pe-sistem-bag%C4%83-volum
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Sanziene – Midsummer celebration in Romania
This holiday also focuses on celebrating the Sun. This is way, on Sanziene’s Eve, people still use to make huge campfires on top of the hills and to dance around it. The bravest men even try to jump over the fire as it is believed that the fire will purify them and all their sorrows will disappear in the flames.
In some villages, the young boys are trying to impress the girls by playing with fire, literally. They take burning torches and start to rotate them, creating circles symbolizing the Sun, in a dangerous but captivating sparkling show. Then, the unmarried girls go to gather some Lady's bedstraw’s flowers to put under their pillow asking Sanziene to help them dreaming their true soul mate.
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#romania#rural romania#holiday#sanziene#romanian folk costume#folk aesthetic#romnian folklore#folklore#tradition#ancestors#fire#midsummer#summer#sun#celebration#eastern europe#europe
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romanian culture is still not bathing on dragaica because growing up you were told that if you do, you’ll be punished and die by drowning and you were so horrified that you still avoid it to this day lol
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I made use of traditional Romanian songs in my piece specifically those from the North-East region of the country. The songs are used around the holiday celebrating 'Sanziene' that also celebrates the summer solstice. Some of these specific songs are sang solely by women, describing the customs they have around the holiday. They are sang for good luck in getting married.
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For the guitar songs, I wanted to use a traditional song adapted for the guitar. According to Costin, C. in Folkloric Aspect of the Romanian Imaginary and Myth, a belief people had was to bury an instrument at a crossroad and wait for three days then take it out the ground and be able to play it to perfection. During those three days the 'Sanziene' entities would appear and dance with the instrument in the sky giving it magical properties. This ritual prompted me to make use of playing the guitar and integrate the instrument in my performance. 'Hora' is a traditional dance and it used to be a social gathering for village people every Sunday. Now the dance is limited to celebrations and the Sunday gatherings stopped happening almost everywhere in the country.
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The outlawry song (Haiduceasca) is also used as background music during the performance. It has it's origins in the North-East area and is sang through a wood pipe, predominantly by shepherds.
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42. Fairies and Stuff
RE8 | Wintersberg | Romance, Slow Burn | Action, Sci-Fi
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Ethan sat on the front steps of the manor’s parlor, where he had a view of the now open grand entrance, and many of the partygoers. His camera rested around his neck; he’d been taking photos of the visitors, the landscape, and at least a hundred of his daughter as everyone enjoyed the beginning of the warm afternoon. This celebration was a far more lighthearted event than the former ritual, and everyone was in heightened spirits to celebrate summer.
A now not-so-small goat ran by, and Rosemary in her pink dress after it. The blond smiled to himself, watching her go, and then his hazel eyes drifted back toward the area where carriages and cars alike made their way up the hill. Everyone greeted each other as if they were all family, and as Ethan scanned for Karl, his search was fruitless. He knew the engineer was a favorite with most of Maricara’s clan, but he also knew that Karl hated attention and talking to people.
The blond closed his eyes, then re-opened them into the liminal space. The first level of the so-called mold consciousness. Eva had said it was like an onion, with this outer layer being the most easily accessible. If one were alive, of course. The throngs of people were gone from this view, but Ethan could still sense them, somehow. It was as if they were made of energy. He could hear sounds and feel static where people lingered, as if they registered with his nervous system on another channel.
This world, compared to the other one, had muted colors, with brighter reds. The strange glitchy-light had never changed with his own grasp of his powers. The bloom on his vision seemed to just be a part of this reality. Most things that were permanent or long-term fixtures in the real world were also here. The house, for one. The mountains and trees. But the cars and visitors were not registered.
It seemed that the mold had many ways to put out feelers, learn its environment, maybe search for things, and had built this place after many passes of its vision. How, Ethan didn’t exactly know. Memories, maybe? Some places were clearer and some fuzzier. His room and the kitchen and parlor were now quite clear, and he figured it was because he and Rosemary spent time there frequently. The mold could use their senses and input in its own world building.
He didn’t have long to wonder about it before he saw the other person he was looking for. She wore a green dress, different from the white everyone at the party seemed obligated to don. And like Ethan, she wore a crown of golden flowers. Eva was looking over the horizon, but now turned to him with a wan smile. He gestured with a toss of his head for her to come and sit with him. She moved toward him, and Ethan blinked again, shifting back into the bright sunlight of the physical world.
He held out his right palm expectantly. At first, small white grains of sand filled there, rolling into the creases of his skin, but then they grew and splintered into a crystal, which a pale hand appeared on top of, and now rested on. This was a trick that Rosemary had taught him; Eva could appear in a more or less solid form if she was touching a crystal. Now she sat next to Ethan and smirked at his flower crown.
“Are you hoping to dream of your future husband tonight?” she asked, her lips twisting again into a half-smile, and Ethan scoffed.
“I guess so,” he answered. “What about you? Green dress? Not white?”
“I have lived through over one hundred Sanziene festivals…I suppose I get bored,” she admitted. Ethan could feel the weight of her hand in his, and he brought their hands together down to the stone step. Now they both surveyed the crowd, as Rose and her goat gleefully made another pass across the rocky yard.
“Not one like this,” Ethan said hopefully, and then he asked the question that had lingered on his mind since his discussion with Zoe. “You ready for this?”
“I think I am trying not to get my hopes up,” she admitted, which explained the rather serious expression that she held. Ethan turned his gaze toward her, but she still looked over the rolling meadows in front of them, the mountains beyond.
“Hey, we can do this,” Ethan said confidently, squeezing her hand and feeling the cut of the crystal between them. “You’ve got me, Rose, and Zoe. All three of us.”
“I have spent multiple lifetimes hiding from my mother,” she admitted in a small voice, folding forward and leaning her elbows on her knees. “The one place I never thought I could be is here. Never dreamed of how. It was…what I tried to avoid, I suppose.”
“You deserve to be here,” Ethan said, now leaning toward her, all traces of his smile gone. A man in a flower crown never spoke more seriously. “You deserve to be here more than anybody.”
“Sometimes I wonder if the mold will let me go,” it was spoken in a rushed, almost confessional voice. Ethan tilted his head, searching her face.
“Why wouldn’t it? It let all those people go back with those four kings…everybody who died early came back to their families.”
“I’m afraid my mother has upset the balance.” Her blue eyes finally cut to Ethan’s, and she raised her eyebrows almost apologetically. “After tonight, I suppose I can show you what I mean.” Eva’s head rested on her other palm and she sighed wistfully. “She has in some places ruined the core function of the realities there. I would say at one time, this organism we are a part of was beautiful, magical, pure. But she has made it something else.”
“Well, fuck her,” Ethan said pointedly, and then he drew back as two older women gave him withering stares, tsking as they entered the parlor with large plates of food. His gaze drifted back to Eva. “If tonight doesn’t work, we’ll just keep trying every night until we figure it out. But today’s supposed to be magic and all, right? Fairies and stuff?”
She giggled. “Fairies and stuff.”
“Believe it’ll work,” he urged in a lower voice. “Come on. I want you to enjoy yourself today.”
Eva turned toward him fully and finally smiled the mischievous grin that he’d come to know. “You really are a wonderfully stubborn person, aren’t you?”
“Been called worse,” he shrugged, but he was also smiling.
“I will enjoy myself,” she nodded, patting his knee. “And you should go find Heisenberg. He is inside the ballroom.”
With this, Eva vanished, sparing one more impish grin as she did. This caused Ethan to raise an eyebrow. He stood, closing his fist over the crystal and feeling it dissolve. Back into him? Back into a part of him? He didn’t understand the physics of it yet. But now he opened his hand and the crystal was gone.
All he had to do was wait until the moon was high and the fires were roaring and the fairies were doing whatever fairies did, and he would make an entire person out of those crystals. Or the mold would. He didn’t understand that, either. But Ethan’s mind was made up, and as often happened when his mind was made up, he would do what he set out to.
The blond strode across the entry steps and into the ballroom. People were gathering here in anticipation for the soon-to-come meal. The long tables were set up and empty, everyone standing in groups lining the walls speaking amongst themselves. The blond didn’t see Heisenberg.
But Ethan heard music, and he turned to the right, wondering when the radio had been moved. He paused in shock at the sight of Heisenberg sitting, playing the organ that took up half of a wall in the large room. The engineer’s back was to him, so he didn’t see Ethan’s stare of disbelief. He was also playing well . Whatever the song was, it was beautiful, and sad, with none of the strangely honking tones organs seemed to have in church every time Ethan heard them.
Now Ethan strode toward the other man, walking slowly as if he would break some spell. He sensed an energy around Heisenberg and blinked into the liminal space, worrying that Miranda might again show to ruin his plans. What he saw had nothing to do with Miranda; heat moved in waves from the man, creating shimmering pillars around his form like desert mirages. Now Ethan realized, in addition to the heat he’d sensed, that the pipes were magnetized. Of course Heisenberg wouldn’t just play the instrument with his hands, he was using his powers to manipulate the parts of the instrument. Lines of flux shimmered around the pipes and parts of the organ glowed red in this space.
But this wasn't the energy that Ethan sensed. Instead, he realized some style of pictures were flickering over the magnetized portion of the organ. They resembled old winding film projected on the row of pipes. Jumpy, and disorganized and not perfectly linear. Winters was mesmerized and even stopped walking to stare at whatever this was….er, what exactly was it?
The disjointed voices answered him as they usually did, in whispers.
Memories .
Music was related to memories….he nodded to himself as if confirming that he understood.
Ethan felt as if he were invading Heisenberg’s privacy, but he was also mostly spellbound by what he saw. Tanks moved across a battlefield. A soldier passed a cigar to a teen boy with long tousled hair, who took it and inhaled and then commenced coughing, while men in uniform around him laughed. A train rolled through the countryside somewhere, and Ethan watched as it derailed, spinning as if in a dream state itself.
There were gruesome depictions of death, many dismembered bodies. Prisoners, some seemed to be, others soldiers. Others, civilians amid once-buildings turned to rubble. The same man who had given the teenager the cigar appeared many times. He was in uniform, usually smiling, despite being covered in mud, and on occasion, blood.
There were rifles, artillery fire, more images of tanks and machines. One scene showed the long-haired boy diving into a tank hull and seeming to repair it almost instantly, causing the heavy machine to move and the soldiers by it to cheer. Several flickering scenes later he stood by the engine of a downed bomber plane and worked on getting the bent, twisted propeller to spin.
Ethan realized for perhaps the first time that Heisenberg likely had an entire life that didn’t, or shouldn't have, involved Miranda. She was an intruder and a kidnapper. He’d told Ethan that much when they first met, hadn’t he? The house that they were in…the family photos on the mantle. With a house like this, that childhood had likely included lessons on this instrument. The blond felt his heart soften again at the misery endured by the strange but sincere man.
None of these memories had any sliver of Miranda’s presence in them, and Ethan wondered if they were good or bad…they were full of terrible wartime trauma and distress, but in most of the visions of people there was someone smiling or talking, or seeming to offer encouragement. The blond also mused that Heisenberg may have resigned himself to human experimentation under Miranda’s forced guidance, but it was clear seeing his inner mind that the engineer had far more thoughts about, and probably love for, machines than he did for human forms.
Then again, Ethan probably didn’t need to literally see his thoughts to know this.
The song ended, and the lines of flux suddenly dissipated as Heisenberg’s magnetic fields fell. The organ sighed its final notes and the half-full ballroom began to clap. Ethan clapped as well, and then broke into an uncharacteristically wide grin when he saw Karl flinch suddenly at the outburst of clapping; he hadn’t realized anyone was listening. Now the engineer turned sheepishly with the expression and body language of an embarrassed teenager.
His graying strands were tied up in a half-ponytail, exposing even more of the scruff and scar-covered face. And now the expression turned into a pointed stare when he saw Ethan. The blond’s smile held something unfamiliar in it, a sort of pride that Heisenberg wasn’t used to. He swung off the bench and with a fumbling bow, tripped his way to one of the nearby doors, disappearing deeper into the manor.
Ethan heard the already-familiar giggle of Zoe beside him. “Boy, he likes you,” she said in the exotic-to-here twang.
“Think so?” Ethan stared out the door, his ears reddening.
“Duh, Ethan.”
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