In the British isles and Ireland, the first to finish harvesting grain made a corn dolly, representing the Cailleach (Queen of winter) from the last sheaf of crop.
The last farmer had to care for it for the next year; so they'd have to feed and house the goddess all winter.
The last farmer had to care for it for the next year; so they'd have to feed and house the goddess all winter.
John Barleycorn
One of the more interesting and
astonishing tales I’ve come across is in the folksong of John Barleycorn.
An intriguing character with an
amusing name whose songs
are still sung in taverns and pubs
around Great Britain, he provides
the nectar that patrons of these
establishments imbibe.
Raising cups to his name in
adoration of the merriment that
surrounds them, men and women
alike laud the god of barley from
which the gifts of beer and
whiskey are bestowed upon them.
As of now, he is written about in
song around the 16th century,
during the reign of Queen Elizabeth the 1st.
There are numerous songs about
him but the most famous would have to be the Robert Burns ballad, written in 1782.
One of the more interesting and
astonishing tales I’ve come across is in the folksong of John Barleycorn.
An intriguing character with an
amusing name whose songs
are still sung in taverns and pubs
around Great Britain, he provides
the nectar that patrons of these
establishments imbibe.
Raising cups to his name in
adoration of the merriment that
surrounds them, men and women
alike laud the god of barley from
which the gifts of beer and
whiskey are bestowed upon them.
As of now, he is written about in
song around the 16th century,
during the reign of Queen Elizabeth the 1st.
There are numerous songs about
him but the most famous would have to be the Robert Burns ballad, written in 1782.
The ballad of John Barleycorn by Robert Burns:
There was three kings into the east,
three kings both great and high,
and they hae sworn a solemn oath
John Barleycorn must die.
They took a plough and plough'd him down,
put clods upon his head,
and they hae sworn a solemn oath
John Barleycorn was dead.
But the cheerful Spring came kindly on'
and show'rs began to fall.
John Barleycorn got up again,
and sore surprised them all.
The sultry suns of Summer came,
and he grew thick and strong;
his head well arm'd wi' pointed spears,
that no one should him wrong.
The sober Autumn enter'd mild,
when he grew wan and pale;
his bendin' joints and drooping head
show'd he began to fail.
His colour sicken'd more and more,
and he faded into age;
and then his enemies began
to show their deadly rage.
They took a weapon, long and sharp,
and cut him by the knee;
they ty'd him fast upon a cart,
like a rogue for forgerie.
There was three kings into the east,
three kings both great and high,
and they hae sworn a solemn oath
John Barleycorn must die.
They took a plough and plough'd him down,
put clods upon his head,
and they hae sworn a solemn oath
John Barleycorn was dead.
But the cheerful Spring came kindly on'
and show'rs began to fall.
John Barleycorn got up again,
and sore surprised them all.
The sultry suns of Summer came,
and he grew thick and strong;
his head well arm'd wi' pointed spears,
that no one should him wrong.
The sober Autumn enter'd mild,
when he grew wan and pale;
his bendin' joints and drooping head
show'd he began to fail.
His colour sicken'd more and more,
and he faded into age;
and then his enemies began
to show their deadly rage.
They took a weapon, long and sharp,
and cut him by the knee;
they ty'd him fast upon a cart,
like a rogue for forgerie.
They laid him down upon his back,
and cudgell'd him full sore.
they hung him up before the storm,
and turn'd him o'er and o'er.
They filled up a darksome pit
with water to the brim,
they heav'd in John Barleycorn.
There, let him sink or swim!
They laid him upon the floor,
to work him farther woe;
and still, as signs of life appear'd,
they toss'd him to and fro.
They wasted o'er a scorching flame
the marrow of his bones;
but a miller us'd him worst of all,
for he crush'd him between two stones.
And they hae taen his very hero blood
and drank it round and round;
and still the more and more they drank,
their joy did more abound.
John Barleycorn was a hero bold,
of noble enterprise;
for if you do but taste his blood,
'twill make your courage rise.
'Twill make a man forget his woe;
'twill heighten all his joy;
'twill make the widow's heart to sing,
tho the tear were in her eye.
Then let us toast John Barleycorn,
each man a glass in hand;
and may his great posterity
ne'er fail in old Scotland!
and cudgell'd him full sore.
they hung him up before the storm,
and turn'd him o'er and o'er.
They filled up a darksome pit
with water to the brim,
they heav'd in John Barleycorn.
There, let him sink or swim!
They laid him upon the floor,
to work him farther woe;
and still, as signs of life appear'd,
they toss'd him to and fro.
They wasted o'er a scorching flame
the marrow of his bones;
but a miller us'd him worst of all,
for he crush'd him between two stones.
And they hae taen his very hero blood
and drank it round and round;
and still the more and more they drank,
their joy did more abound.
John Barleycorn was a hero bold,
of noble enterprise;
for if you do but taste his blood,
'twill make your courage rise.
'Twill make a man forget his woe;
'twill heighten all his joy;
'twill make the widow's heart to sing,
tho the tear were in her eye.
Then let us toast John Barleycorn,
each man a glass in hand;
and may his great posterity
ne'er fail in old Scotland!
Forwarded from Hyperborean Radio (Uncensored) (T.L.K.)
The concept of submitting to fate or submitting to god(s) will is not something that allows us to aspire to greatness, the idea that we have no will nor choice, but are mere puppets of some celestial game is a symptom of Christianity, "it's all a part of gods plan" you were born and someday you will die, heroes do not submit to fate they do as they wish and as they view as right. You have agency, you have a choice, the only true destiny any of us have is to die, we can be great or we can be a pointless bit of animate flesh. Which do you want to be? The Choice is not Yahwehs, or fates, or destiny's it is yours. No Excuses, now who and what do you want to be?
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"Dvorovoi” by Oleg Yahnin.
The Dvorovoi (Russian: Дворово́й) is a Slavic spirit of the courtyard. It was associated with a farmstead's grounds, cattle shed, and stable. A dvorovoi was considered more dangerous than a domovoi as it could pose a threat to livestock, particularly animals with white fur. ...
The Dvorovoi (Russian: Дворово́й) is a Slavic spirit of the courtyard. It was associated with a farmstead's grounds, cattle shed, and stable. A dvorovoi was considered more dangerous than a domovoi as it could pose a threat to livestock, particularly animals with white fur. ...
Wooden idols found in Fischerinsel, Berlin (11th-12th century), Gorbunovo (c. 400 years BC) & Pohjankuru (c. 3000 years BC).
Christian vandalism to pagan idols and sacred sites is nothing new. They are not the only guilty ones in this, as abrahamic faiths across the board despise the truly beautiful.
They seek to eradicate “pagan” aesthetics, or anything that doesn’t propel the universalistic war engine.
Sometimes merely covering them up with saints and “holy” men, but more commonly defacing the sacred.
The most heinous of sins against non-abrahamic faiths is by absorbing aspects of them, and claiming their history, culture and spiritual values as their own.
If heathens were truly not feared, then why do abrahamists go to these measures?
“Religion of Love” is a false advertisement.
They seek to eradicate “pagan” aesthetics, or anything that doesn’t propel the universalistic war engine.
Sometimes merely covering them up with saints and “holy” men, but more commonly defacing the sacred.
The most heinous of sins against non-abrahamic faiths is by absorbing aspects of them, and claiming their history, culture and spiritual values as their own.
If heathens were truly not feared, then why do abrahamists go to these measures?
“Religion of Love” is a false advertisement.