Povitrulya
Air-maidens, or povitrulya, are Ukrainian mythological beings very similar to swan maidens or valkyries. They are capable of flight and often end up living with men who steal their skin/clothes.
This is similar to the stories of how Wayland the Smith and his brothers stole swan garments from a group of valkyries. Following is an excerpt from the tale of wife-povitrulya:
The lad was wandering the forest and saw a group of twelve air-maidens bathing in a lake. They left their clothes on the shore. He took and hid one. The maidens got out of the lake. Eleven flew off, while one stayed there naked. She asked the lad to give the clothes back, but he didn’t and took her home.
Air-maidens, or povitrulya, are Ukrainian mythological beings very similar to swan maidens or valkyries. They are capable of flight and often end up living with men who steal their skin/clothes.
This is similar to the stories of how Wayland the Smith and his brothers stole swan garments from a group of valkyries. Following is an excerpt from the tale of wife-povitrulya:
The lad was wandering the forest and saw a group of twelve air-maidens bathing in a lake. They left their clothes on the shore. He took and hid one. The maidens got out of the lake. Eleven flew off, while one stayed there naked. She asked the lad to give the clothes back, but he didn’t and took her home.
Forwarded from ᛉ Sagnamaðr Stark ᛉ
Stone labyrinths in Iceland, Finland, Russia and the Isles of Scilly.
From the Middle Ages to the 18-19th Century, fishermen in Scandinavia, the British Isles, and around the Baltic Sea would build these labyrinths at their fishing camps as they waited for favourable winds. Fishermen would walk them for good luck at sea, and hunters and farmers would walk them to avoid unwanted encounters with predators.
From the Middle Ages to the 18-19th Century, fishermen in Scandinavia, the British Isles, and around the Baltic Sea would build these labyrinths at their fishing camps as they waited for favourable winds. Fishermen would walk them for good luck at sea, and hunters and farmers would walk them to avoid unwanted encounters with predators.
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Forwarded from Temple of the Oracle
I am Aslög Sigurdsdottir, princess of Götaland.
I am Ildico, the last wife of Attila the Hun.
I am Helen of Troy, warbride of Theseus.
I am Joan of Arc, defender of France under divine guidance.
Remember who you are 💭
I am Ildico, the last wife of Attila the Hun.
I am Helen of Troy, warbride of Theseus.
I am Joan of Arc, defender of France under divine guidance.
Remember who you are 💭
High standards are essential. However, when these standards are unrealistic, both women and men become oblivious to authentic beauty and genuine love. There is beauty in imperfection - an alluring charm that is perfect in its own right.
"Is it not utterly absurd that God should deny to the human beings he has created the power to distinguish between good and evil? What could be more foolish than being unable to distinguish good from bad?
For it is evident that he would not avoid the latter, I mean evil things, nor would he strive after the former, I mean good things. In short, God refused to let the humans taste of wisdom while nothing could be of more value to humans than that.
For that, the power to distinguish between good and evil is the hallmark of wisdom, which is evident even to the witless."
– Julian the Apostate
For it is evident that he would not avoid the latter, I mean evil things, nor would he strive after the former, I mean good things. In short, God refused to let the humans taste of wisdom while nothing could be of more value to humans than that.
For that, the power to distinguish between good and evil is the hallmark of wisdom, which is evident even to the witless."
– Julian the Apostate
Forwarded from Temple of the Oracle
I know very well how cruel he is.
I know he rules by whim.
And yet the day will come,
When fear compels him
And his spirit breaks,
His heart will soften.
His rage will finally relent.
He will be eager for my friendship and
I will await him eagerly.
Prometheus Bound, Aeschylus
I know he rules by whim.
And yet the day will come,
When fear compels him
And his spirit breaks,
His heart will soften.
His rage will finally relent.
He will be eager for my friendship and
I will await him eagerly.
Prometheus Bound, Aeschylus
Forwarded from Temple of the Oracle
Can Life Prevail - Pentti Linkola.pdf
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Forwarded from ᛉᛟ Viðr ᛟᛉ
“There are only a few clear truths in the world. One of them is that the protection of both nature and people entails firstly, severe restrictions to population, and secondly, drastic downscaling in the industry, consumption of goods and energy, and especially in international commerce. There is no other way to avoid the so-called ecocatastrophe.”
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