#cuchullain

[scienza-magia]

Il mistero delle divinità creatrici androgene

In questo articolo prenderemo in considerazione il mistero delle divinità creatrici androgene. Molti studiosi sostengono che l’Homo Sapiens fu creato in modo soprannaturale molto tempo fa sul perduto continente di Atlantide. Accanto all’Homo Sapiens esisteva una popolazione di giganti e creature piccole . Si pensa che abbiano creato l’umanità degli dei creatori androgeni che vivevano molto a lungo . Tali divinità a volte venivano descritte con sei dita nelle mani e dei piedi. Si ritiene altresì che Atlantide sia stata distrutta da una grande inondazione circa 12.000 anni fa. Dopo tale apocalittico cataclisma si ritiene che gli dei sopravvissuti abbiano portato la civiltà in Egitto in America e in molti altri luoghi. Di conseguenza Atlantide deve essere considerata la potenza colonizzatrice e civilizzatrice del mondo antico ma di cosa si tratta quando si parla del mistero di dei creatori androgeni? Nella mitologia indù il seme della nostra razza umana attuale erano figli di Dio che durante il periodo di tempo associato con l’epoca atlantidea si erano evoluti diventando esseri semi-divini androgini auto imprigionati nei corpi che erano cambiati fisicamente diventando di apparenza umana. In questa forma cominciarono a prendere delle mogli che erano pienamente umane nell’aspetto e belle da guardare. Questa descrizione ricorda molto la storia biblica dei Nefeli che presero mogli umane. Church afferma che nei primi tempi dell’epoca atlantidea non era ancora avvenuta la separazione dei sessi. Pure essendo esteriormente di aspetto maschile gli androgini contenevano dentro di loro la natura sia maschile sia femminile in un'unica persona rivolgendosi alle forze creatrici essi potevano diventare dei canali per far nascere una progenie androgina permeata di un’anima doppia e un corpo con il doppio sesso. In tal modo il rapporto sessuale era superfluo come mezzo di generazione. Una vita senza sesso indica un’origine soprannaturale per l’umanità un’idea condivisa in tutto il mondo da molte culture antiche. Il tema della nascita miracolosa o l’idea che gli uomini siano fatti di argilla o generati su un tornio da vasaio è presente in tutte le religioni e mitologie del mondo. Gli esempi si trovano nella Genesi nelle mitologie di egizi greci sumeri inca cinesi e alcuni nativi americani. Molti creatori come il dio egizio Khnum sono rappresentati come androgini. Su un rilievo del tempio di Erna Khnum è raffigurato mentre crea degli esseri umani su un tornio da vasaio. Riteniamo opportuno mettere in evidenza che il tempio di Erna era consacrato a un dio creatore androgino anonimo. A sua volta Riffer espone le forti ragioni per cui le statue con due teste rappresentano divinità creatrici androgine. Per fare un esempio Ain Ghazal è un antico sito in Giordania risalente circa all’8250 a. C. dove alcune delle statue più antiche del mondo con due teste furono scoperte diversi decenni fa. Un'altra curiosità è che alcune statue trovate a Ain Ghazal hanno sei dita nelle mani e dei piedi. Besserat ipotizzò che le statue di Ain Ghazal rappresentassero delle divinità. Lo studioso spiegò il polidattilismo delle statue come un attributo divino. A sua volta Barnet spiegò il polidattilismo delle statue di Ain Ghazal come un segno di entità sovrannaturali come i Remphan biblici una razza di giganti secondo Piffer il prototipo dell’umano androgino contenente entrambi i sessi veniva definito attraverso la persona con due teste. Quello che davvero è sorprendente è che alcune delle statue più antiche mai scoperte rappresentano un culto riguardante divinità che erano androgine e possedevano sei dita delle mani e dei piedi. Bisogna ricordare che le statue di Ain Ghazal hanno 8000 anni più della Bibbia. Nel simposio di Platone Aristofane dimostra di essere a conoscenza dell’antico mito dell’androgino secondo cui la nostra natura originale non fu per niente la stessa di oggi. Infatti quando l’androgino fu diviso in due parti furono creati i sessi distinti maschile e femminile. Platone è conosciuto dalla sua descrizione dettagliata di Atlantide nei dialoghi del Timeo e Crizia ma è meno conosciuto il fatto che mostra di conoscere gli antichissimi esseri androgini. A sua volta Jon Richter nel suo libro intitolato” il Dio celeste Dyaus” sostiene che nel lontanissimo passato esisteva sul nostro pianeta una religione globale comune che adorava una divinità androgina. Richter sostiene altresì è difficile credere 20.000 anni fa la gente adorava già una singola divinità androgina. Ma nonostante il fatto che tale convinzione possa sembrare sorprendente le sculture paleolitiche sono a tale riguardo molto esplicite. Infatti sono state trovate molte sculture che presentano più teste e si dice che una di tali sculture più antiche fatta di avorio e mammuth ritrovata a Gargalion in Ucraina abbia 22 piramidi. Non esiste nessun dubbio che sono state trovate moltissime divinità androgine nelle culture di tutto il mondo. Non può essere certamente una semplice coincidenza che tutte queste culture estranee fra di esse alcune isole isolate e altre presentino le stesse tradizioni di antiche divinità androgine. Le stesse culture presentano le tradizioni di un continente perduto un diluvio universale giganti piccole creature a sei dita delle mani e dei piedi. Un altro aspetto affascinante di questo mistero è che molti di questi degli androgini sono rappresentati in tutto il mondo con delle strade “borse da uomo”. Hancock autore del libro “impronte degli dei” ci ha informato su una possibile trasmissione di tecnologia dai sopravvissuti di un antico cataclisma e ha messo in evidenza che questi portatori di arte e di scienze della civiltà spesso portano borse da uomo. Esistono molte teorie che cercano di spiegare cosa sono ma ciò che si sa è che le loro immagini si trovano in una vasta zona geografica associate con sopravvissuti androgini e soprannaturali al diluvio universale provenienti da un continente sommerso. Chi erano questi esseri e da dove erano venuti? Diamo una occhiata ad alcuni di questi esseri simili a Dio che comparvero dopo il Diluvio Universale Oannes è una divinità uomo-pesce androgina-babilonese che porta la borsa da uomo. Il Hilprecht sostiene che la natura androgina ha la capacità di generare da sé stessa e proprio ego è insita in ogni singolo dio dei numeri . Il Hilprecht sostiene che tutti gli dei sumeri sono androgini . Il leggendario Cuchullain un altro dio androgino è noto per le sue attività post-diluvio nel sud America spesso rappresentato come un gigante con la barba egli arrivò da un continente perduto nell’Atlantico e diffuse una saggezza avanzata e senza precedenti. Stranamente è chiamato “ la schiuma del mare” proprio come veniva chiamato il leggendario Cuchullain in Irlanda. Si diceva che Cuchulain avesse sette dita delle mani e dei piedi e fosse arrivato da una civiltà avanzata perduta in mezzo all’atlantico. Alcune civiltà e dei lavori in pietra straordinariamente complessi sorsero in seguito all’arrivo di questi esseri. In sud America Sumer e in Egitto dopo l’arrivo del Thot androgino apparvero dopo poco alcune delle civiltà più incredibili e sofisticate del mondo. Si dice nei circoli esoterici che il Thot androgino sia venuto da Atlantide. Un'altra caratteristica straordinariamente specifica legata con gli antichi esseri soprannaturali è costituita dalla presenza di sei dita delle mani e dei piedi. Si possono trovare in tutto il mondo numerose statue sculture petroglifi antichi con figure dotate di sei dita delle mani e dei piedi dagli Stati Uniti alle lontane isole isolate nel pacifico persino nelle Hawaii e sull’isola di pasqua persino Edgar Cayce riferisce di un essere con sei dita nelle mani di nome Muzuen che viaggiò verso il deserto del Kobi provenendo dal perduto continente di Lemuria. Secondo una credenza esoterica sei dita delle mani e dei piedi erano una caratteristica attribuita ad antichi esseri soprannaturali e androgini e alla loro discendenza. Cayce descrisse Muzuen alto un metro e 83 con occhi azzurri capelli color oro scuro e a sei dita. Da decenni molti ricercatori stanno indagando su questi misteri. Non esiste nessun dubbio che questa visione storica alternativa fornisce un senso a tutte le tradizioni strane e mitologiche del mondo. Concludiamo tale articolo mettendo in evidenza che la scienza moderna ha eliminato migliaia di anni di racconti interessanti in forma di miti leggende documenti religiosi tradizioni orali e letteratura delle società segrete. Prof. Giovanni Pellegrino Read the full article

[dduane]

Hi, hello, I saw one of your posts (this one) where you mentioned you wrote for "The Gargoyles"

I'm sorry to ask but, did you mean the Disney cartoon from 1994?

If so, that is so cool! I'm a very big fan of the show, so it's kind of exciting to find one of the writers on Tumblr.

(Sorry to bother you with this, I just found it cool.)

It’s no bother! As usual I’m up against the “fragmented fandoms” thing here. I’ve written in a whole lot of different media, and people interested in one don’t necessarily know about all the others. (Or even some or most of them.)

But there’s not just one of the writers on Tumblr: there are two. 😊 @petermorwood and I collaborated on two Gargoyles eps — s2e32, “The Hound of Ulster”, and s2e42, ‘Ill Met By Moonlight”.

“Ulster” was particularly fun in that Peter (who was in fact born in Ulster) sketched some background art for the animation team to use as references. He also suggested that Colm Meaney should be brought in not only to do voice work on the episode, but to coach the voice artist doing Cuchullain on his accent… and all that came to pass. …It was a ton of fun. 😀

(ETA, via @schaudwen: "Considering how many TNG staff had worked as VAs for Gargoyles, I always just assumed he was hired in part of an effort/plot to get the entire bridge crew to join the gargoyles carpool from the tng lot over to the gargoyles sound booth."

...Well, I don't know that there was ever a Plan to get them all in-house, as such. My memory is that we just slowly started seeing more and more of the TNG people coming on board to do voice work. I suspect a couple of hardy souls initially accepted offers to see how it would be, and then the word spread among the cast that this wasn't a bad gig. By s2 Peter and I both knew that since at least some of the cast were there, it seemed not unlikely that Colm would be interested. So we talked to Michael Reaves about it, and lo, that's how it went forward.)

[paganimagevault]

The Tailteann Games by P. J. Lynch

"In contrast to Irish attempts at a revival, the Irish in America saw them as not only as a means of showcasing Irish sports such as hurling, but as a rival to the popular Caledonian Games.

Proponents of the Tailteann Games were keen to connect the two events. At a banquet held by the Knights of Columba at Donnelly's Hotel, College Point, Long Island, following their "Outing and Games," Thomas Lonergan spoke of "The Celt in Field and Track Athletics," a speech "punctuated by applause from start to finish," according to the Gaelic American: "From time immemorial the sons of Erin have played a most conspicuous part in every branch of athletic sports. The Celt takes to athletics like a duck to water. Nearly all the world's champions and record holders in...athletics at present are Irish by birth or descent." Lonergan was keen to stamp the legitimacy of Ireland as the mother of sports:

When and where did athletic games originate? In Ireland, almost 2,000 years before the Christian era. The "Annals of the Four Masters" tell us that the Tailtan [sic] games were instituted in ancient Ireland at a place now known as Telltown.... Those games developed mighty heroes, the greatest of whom was Cuchullain, who has been aptly called the Hercules of Hibernia. The Anglo-Norman invasion put an end to the Tailtan [sic] games as a national festival, but foreign domination and persecution have been unable to destroy the physical vigor and scientific skill of the Celt, and today, after centuries of oppression, he stands out in bold relief, a champion in almost every branch of athletic sports, in Europe, Australia and America."

-Patrick R. Redmond, The Irish and the Making of American Sport 1835-1920

[celtichammerclub]

This is one of the coolest projects I’ve had the chance to work on! I’ve designed artwork for plenty of axe blades, but never a double bit axe and never with an Irish/Celtic mythology theme. The artwork depicts characters from the Cu Chulainn mythology. You’ll see on the blade on the left Cu Chulainn/Setanta and on the right blade is the hound of Chulainn. They are charging at each other creating some dynamic artwork on the blades while also telling a story. These blades were forged by @adkinswoodandknife and the laser engraving of the artwork was done by @valkyriearms74 This axe will be on display at @blade_show It was a privilege to contribute to this project and work with others with such skills and talent! ➖ #celtichammerclub #celt #celtic #irish #irishmythology #cuchullain #axe #doublebitaxe #forged #handforged #bladesmith #smith #blacksmith #bladeshow https://www.instagram.com/p/CeYi2gMLYJE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[blueblossomcake]

Alter Cu chullain for a fate collab ♥ 

[twostarsinonesphere]

cuchulaith: when cuchullain wears a suit

i hate this a lot

[imliterallypercyjackson]

A Snippet

To all nine of you that follow me, I just wanted to say thanks. To anyone else who sees this, I figured I might put this out there as a feeler so y’all can see my writing, if you want. This is the first chapter from a story I’m writing about the son of Lugh the Long-handed, the Celtic god of light, who is also a reincarnation of his son CuChullain, growing up in modern America and has to deal with mythical bullshit alla PJO/HOO but, like, adultier and angstier. So. Yeah.

Also, an important note. Please feel free to reblog if you want, comment, I don’t care, but THIS IS NOT A WRITING PROMPT and it would really hurt my feelings if one of y’all took my idea and used it and wrote a book off of my chapter or something and I’d probably cry and scream and break something and feel pretty stabby and I don’t like feeling stabby so please please please please please don’t do that kay thanks.

Chapter 1

I'm not here to tell you that your problems aren't valid, because everyone has issues. But, seriously, if you heard what was going on in my life, you'd agree: other issues seem easy. Because, you see, as hard as going through a layoff and a divorce and your dog dying are, you still probably don't have to deal with almost getting your head blown off on the regular, do you, George? No? Didn't think so.

It's kind of a long story, and parts of it will probably sound familiar. But for you to really understand what's going on, I'll have to start at the beginning. It was my senior year of high school. Yeah, already a bad start, I know.

I was on my way out of the building at the end of the school day. Normally, at the end of the day, I would meet up with my best friend and we'd drive home to pretend we were gonna do our homework and really just play video games.

So I walked out of the building and found Asim waiting by the car.

Asim Bahadur Qarim is one of the greatest men who ever lived and that's a fact. His parents came to America when he was young, so young he doesn't remember his home in Iran. But they ran from all of the political turmoil that befell basically the entire Middle East, and they already had friends and family in America. Luckily, Mr. Qarim made friends with some soldiers that were taking some time off from their deployment. One of them, who came to be known to us as Uncle Miles, put them up in his place until they could find work and a house.

Now, Asim was about to graduate high school and had been accepted into Julliard in the fall for his acting talents. He, in part, wanted to do what he loved and make his parents proud, but he also wanted to be a famous Muslim actor, something he didn't see a whole lot of.

Asim was a handsome guy, or so the girls we went to school with kept reminding us. He had coal black hair that fell in wavy locks about his head. He kept it long enough to fall to his neck but not enough to hit his collar if he was wearing a collared shirt. His eyes were like black coffee, and his skin more like a mocha. His frame was strong but thin, as his exercise included mostly running and hiking. He had thick stubble on his face, thicker on his lip and chin. He was leaning against the hood of my car, one of his black loafers up on the body, with his thick jacket on and a pair of black jeans, a scarf around his neck and a beanie on his head. He was smoking a cigarette, putting it out and putting it back in his pack when he saw me.

“Really, man?” I said walking up. “Right before we get in the car?”

“Roll the windows down,” he said with a shrug.

“It’s January you turd.”

We got into the car, a dumpy little station wagon that was pretty much all that my parents could afford. But it didn’t matter. It had four wheels and an engine, so I was happy. In addition, the heater worked, which was especially good since I would have to sit in the car with Smokey Bear.

“I’m so excited to go skiing this weekend!” Asim said.

“Me too!” Since my parents didn’t have a whole lot of money, they spent all year every year saving up so that we could go on a big trip for Christmas. This year, they were taking Asim and me to a ski resort out in the mountains. I had been looking forward to the trip since September. “You packed, right?”

“Yeah, if we can just swing by my place really quick.”

I nodded and started heading for Asim’s house. It was a short drive, and we were there in no time. He ran into the house and was back out in a few minutes. Neither of his parents were home yet, but they would be meeting us at the resort later. My parents didn’t pay for them, but of course they invited the Qarim family, who graciously accepted. They were even bringing Uncle Miles.

We went back to my house, a tiny little townhouse in the suburbs just a couple miles from school. I ran inside and to the second floor to grab my bag from my room. I started heading back downstairs and looked at the walls that were covered with pictures of the three of us. I stepped out into the living room to see our sparsely-furnished but well-loved home, covered in even more pictures, month old newspapers my dad hadn’t gotten rid of, and old files from projects my mom finished and never cleaned up. It felt like home.

I sighed and stepped back outside. The air was colder than I remembered, so I drew my scarf up further around my neck and walked back to the car. I got in and was glad to be in the heat again. I rolled up the windows, the smell of cigarettes now gone from the cabin of the vehicle.

So we made our way to the highway and off to the mountains. It was a while before either of us spoke, but neither of us needed to. We were both comfortable enough with each other that we could sit in silence for hours.

Inevitably, one of us broke the silence. “Did you pick a school yet?” Asim asked. This had been a topic of hot debate for quite some time. I wanted to go to college, but I had no idea what to study. I had no idea what school to go to. I was kinda falling off the back of the wagon.

“No, I haven’t,” I said.

“Gotta get on that if you want to go to college.”

“Well, there’s community college.”

“You wanna be a community college guy?”

I gave him a glare quickly, then looked back at the road. “What’s wrong with community college?”

Asim suddenly got an uncomfortable look on his face. “That’s not what I meant.”

“What did you mean, then?”

Asim was suddenly confused, and looking flustered. His cheeks flushed and he lowered himself in his seat. “I’m suddenly feeling very attacked.”

I chuckled. “Asim, I’m fucking with you. I know what you mean, but I don’t care. Fuck the stigma associated with community college. I’ll be getting an education for a fraction of the cost of something like Juilliard.”

Asim relaxed a little, some of the color leaving his cheeks. “Dude, don’t do that to me.”

“Well, I’m not some super star, so it isn’t like I can get into Juilliard. I’m not an athlete, so I can’t get into a D1 school. I’m no super computer that could make Stanford, or an engineering prodigy to go to MIT, or a social demigod to get into Harvard. I’m just… me.”

“You know as well as I do that you could have done any one of those things if you actually wanted to.”

Asim was right, of course. My biggest issue was that I never applied myself. My grades were always rather lackluster. I got good enough grades that my parents wouldn’t be on my back about it all the time, but not good enough to warrant any awards or scholarships. I was in fantastic shape and could have easily been a star football player, or track star, or a wrestler, baseball player, whatever I wanted. I was capable of doing it all, but I didn’t care enough to try. I never wanted to be on a stage, either, unlike Asim. I could sing, dance, act, I even dabbled in poetry from time to time, but I had no desire to share that with anyone.

“That’s not the point,” I said quietly.

“Then what is, Seth?”

“Maybe I don’t want to be in the spotlight. Maybe I just want to be a background character, like a librarian or something.”

“So what will you do then? Do you want to be a librarian?”

“Well… no… but you’re missing the point. Not every job needs a bachelor’s degree.”

“Then find one, and get passionate about it. I haven’t seen you passionate about anything in a long time, man. I’m starting to get worried.”

“That’s not true!”

“Oh, really? Name one thing.”

“I was really passionate about supporting you in The Sound of Music a couple months ago.”

“That doesn’t count, Seth! I mean your own stuff. The last time you were passionate about anything you did yourself was a long time ago! Ever since Becca—”

He winced, froze, and calmed down. He slunk down in his seat again, trying to make himself look smaller, almost like he wanted to hide from me.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine,” I said. “It’s been a year since she… well, yeah. I should be getting better by now.”

“It’s completely understandable, Seth. When Becca…”

“Died, Asim. She died. There’s no sense in hiding it, or denying it. She died.”

“Alright, when Becca… died… it was devastating. I mean, I lost my best friend. I can only imagine what it was like for you.”

I let out a deep sigh.

“Becca was everything to me, Asim. She was more than just my best friend, and my girlfriend. She was my muse. I wrote poetry because she inspired it. I sang because she made my heart sing. I danced because she made it hard for me to sit still. I worked out and got better grades because she inspired me to be better, and to make something of myself one day. When she died, she took it all with her. My love, my heart, my passion. It all faded.”

Asim put a hand on my shoulder. It wasn’t a lot, but I knew the intent behind it. I took one hand from the wheel so that I could cover his, holding tight for a second before letting go.

“Eventually you’ll have to do something, Seth. You’ll have to make some kind of decision, pick a path.”

“Eventually I will. But for now, I’ll survive.”

We sat in silence for a little while longer before I spoke again.

“For the record, I wanted to teach.”

Asim nodded. “That’s a noble pursuit there, Seth. For someone who says he doesn’t care, you sure seem to.”

“I always thought that the best teachers were the worst students,” I said.

“How does that make any sense?”

“Well, think about it this way. The teacher who was a bad student, who messed around with drugs and got in trouble, maybe got a girl pregnant or wrecked his dad’s car, that teacher understands the hardest parts of being a teenager because he succumbed to them. So, I didn’t necessarily do all of those things, but I have not been a great student and I would understand a kid who doesn’t like to do their school work. Maybe I could help them.”

Asim shrugged. “Maybe you’re right. I never thought about it that way.”

“Everyone has their own beasts to slay.”

We concluded our ride in silence. It was only another hour to the resort, so we arrived and found the house, going by the rental office to pick up the keys. Good thing my parents thought to put my name on the rental so I could sign for them.

We got up to the house, a nice little place up in the mountains. It was big enough for the six of us to fit comfortably, but not too big that we felt spaced out.

The first room we walked into was a kitchen, which opened out into a living and dining room beyond. None of the rooms had real walls separating them, just an island separating the kitchen from the living room. There was a staircase off in the back right corner of the living room that seemed to head down into a basement. Based on the placement of the house on the side of a hill, I figured that it would open out to the hill side.

We walked in and headed down the stairs. There was another open area with a television and a DVD player. There were a few doors off of the open room, indicating that they were the bedrooms. Two had queen beds, one had two twin beds, and one had a bunk bed and a twin bed. Asim and I moved our bags into the room with the bunk bed and set them down.

“Alright, now what?” Asim asked.

I shrugged. “We go shopping.”

I grabbed some paper out of a drawer and a pen and wrote a quick note:

Mom, dad,

Went out for groceries. Key under mat. See you soon.

Love,

Seth and Asim

Then Asim and I went on a very routine shopping trip. That was about the last part of our trip that was “routine” in any way.

[danny-darkness]

My own photography… Knotwork carving, Cu Chullain, Dingle, Eire

[aurawolfiewind]

I blame @paladinmarmora for this. and the illustration built off the same image. And the wave of inspiration I’m currently enjoying around our Tears of a Machine campaign.  (also Cuchullain is the best murderous robot who may or may not be alive (you can pry my theories from my cold dead hands) in all of area 5)

[rotzaprachim]

ronan cú chullain/hound of ulster imagery when

[gringolet]

later writers b like: *steals backstory and character traits from gawain and gives them to someone else, steals backstory and character traits from gawain and gives them to someone else, steals-*

[tonyglowheart]

This is super super late but it’s weirdly relieving to know I’m not the only one whose not a fan of accounts like X*ran or Cuch*llain lol

lmfao hello salt buddy, yeeahh I feel like I should like,,, maybe not be airing my salt, for like.. my own safety maybe, but I guess I also have... like voiced it before so I might as well continue with it.

Like while I’m at it. have you seen Cu’s carrd. Like.. okay I know it’s 2021 and we don’t do cringe but also the. the “gomenesai my name is ken-sama” energy by like a factor of. 10. girl help. (edit: okay so they are. in fact. white. so. yeah. uh yikes.)

And Cu also has a history of spreading wrong info and not really doing due diligence to correct that info when it’s pointed out to them 🙄 plus they were friends with [redacted account] who is a. whole other can of worms. 8) 

[derpcakes]

We always talk about how handsome Fate Cu is (which is Valid) but I’d just like to give a shoutout to J. C. Leyendecker for painting one of the handsomest historical Cus out there:

[josiecarioca]

Evelyn: *braiding 7 year old Eloise’s hair*

12 year old Soren: “Mama, can you braid my hair like that?”

Evelyn: *runs her hand through his hair* “I could try, but you’d have to grow it a bit longer to get a braid like this.”

Eloise: “Do his hair like a Viking, mama!”

Soren: “No, like Cuchullain !”

Evelyn: “If it’s longer, sure.”

...

Ten years later

 *22 year-old Soren, dramatically enters Evelyn’s room, sporting long hair and a full beard*: “Mother. The time has come.”

...

Later:

Severus: “Why does Soren look like an extra from HBO’s latest gratuitous-nudity-featuring-dragons fantasy drama?”

17 year old Eloise: “The time has finally come, father.”

Severus: “Does that mean he’s auditioning for a big role, or has he finally decided to go on a quest to become the 21st century Cuchullain?”

Evelyn: “Audition. But he said he was going to the shops to get some ‘materials’, so it could go either way, really.”

[scotiaeire]

THE CAILLEACH AND THE DEER CULT

An article on the Cailleach, ‘The Deer-Cult and Deer-Goddess Cult of the Ancient Caledonians,’ has some fascinating tidbits of lore and history about the Cailleach. Mainly focusing on the Scottish evidence, there is some reference to Irish lore as well, which makes it a good source for hunting up other places to look for information on the Cailleach.

THE “BIG WOMEN” COMMENTS...WELL, IN NORTH EAST SUTHERLAND WHERE I GREW UP, THE CAILLEACH WAS THE GODDESS (LARGELY OF WINTER) WHO FOR MOST OF THE YEARLY CYCLE WAS THE SIZE OF A NORMAL WOMAN..AN OLD WOMAN BUT ONE WHO COULD ALSO WIELD THE GLAMOUR, MEANING SHE COULD GIVE THE ILLUSION OF BEING YOUNG AND BEAUTIFUL. BUT COME THE BEGINNING OF WINTER, SHE GREW TO THE SIZE OF A GIANTESS WHO STRODE MOUNTAINS IN A SINGLE STEP, TRAILING HER CLOAK BEHIND HER WHICH WAS MADE OF ERMINE, AND BLANKETING THE MOUNTAINS WITH SNOW.

I DON’T KNOW WHY MENTION OF THIS IS NOT MADE IN THIS ARTICLE, BUT IT’S INTERESTING STUFF ANYWAY.

THERE ARE, IN CELTIC LORE, TALES OF BOTH MEN AND WOMEN WHO COULD BOTH SHAPESHIFT AND INCREASE IN SIZE, NORMALLY THROUGH RAGE IN READINESS FOR BATTLE (CUCHULLAIN HIMSELF, FOR EXAMPLE) OR, AS WITH THE CAILLEACH, TO BRING WINTER.

THE CAILLEACH AS A DEER GODDESS IS ENTIRELY PLAUSIBLE. BEFORE MOVING HERE WE LIVED AMONG HERDS OF RED DEER IN THE HIGHLANDS. USUALLY THEY GRAZED THE MOUNTAINS AND HILLTOPS, BUT COME THE BEGINNING OF WINTER THEY’D COME DOWN FROM THE HILLS AND GRAZE THE CROFTLANDS.

IF YOU VIEW THE CAILLEACH’S CLOAK AS BESTOWING THE COLD OF SNOW ON THE MOUNTAIN TOPS, IT MAKES SENSE IN THE TIMING OF THE DEER HERDS MOVEMENTS INTO GLENS AND FORESTS, CROFTLANDS AND FARMLAND. THE TWO ...THE GIANTESS CAILLEACH OF WINTER AND THE DEER’S MIGRATION TO LOWER GROUND..WOULD BE BOUND TOGETHER.

CAILLEACH, BTW, MEANS OLD WOMAN. ALSO, QUEEN OF WINTER, OR GODDESS OF WINTER. FITTING THAT THE WINTER MONTHS ARE USHERED IN BY AN ANCIENT GIANTESS. AT LEAST, I THINK SO. :)

ENTIRE ARTICLE AND COMMENTS HERE: https://heelancoo.wordpress.com/2012/02/18/the-cailleach-and-the-deer-cult/

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Quarantine blog day 59

CuChullain

A flame has gone out in the world

No more will Ulster’s hound defend his home

A peerless warrior with fire on his soul

A tortured soul, who lost what was dearest

The cattle raid of Cooley, is where it began

Connacht’s men they did, make the red hand turn redder

None were there standing, to defend their land

Save for just one, an inferno in war

Many were the men that fell to his blade

Cut down like wheat, at the end of the year

One he regretted, the slaying of kin

His blood brother was forced, to face him in duel.

For three days they clashed, matching blow for blow

On the forth fair Fer Diad, would rise up no more

CuChullain’s prowess in battle then did fail

When he did spur Morrigan, and earned only her wrath

In another duel he lost his one brave young son

The boy did appear, from far off Erin’s shores

He could not refuse combat, nor tell one his name

Thus father did slay, one of his own

With geis naught but broken, the proud warrior was doomed

His foes then did slay him

But not without struggle

On his own two feet

Proud CuChullain did die

May all Ireland remember

The fierce hound of Ulster

May he in death find peace

That he never knew in life