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My name is Neale Rundgren and I am of Scandinavian & Rhodesian descent. I am a painter specialising in European cultures & folklore.
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White-Bear-King-Valemon: PART ONE
So, once upon a time, in a kingdom far away, there lived a mighty king who begat three daughters – two of which were ugly and mean-spirited, but the third daughter possessed uncontested beauty, for she was pure and blithe as an alpine lake. Needless to say, everyone loved her. However, she felt something amiss in her life: a golden wreathed so gorgeous it was the wreath of her dreams – one that which she could not live without unless she possessed it.
Her desire was brought to the attention of the king, who then sent word, as well as the pattern of the wreath, to every goldsmith of every realm to fashion the wreath of her dreams, but none could accomplish the task. There was but only one wreath she truly desired; a wreath that belonged to the White Bear of the forest.
One day she approached the bear and asked if she could buy it from him but the bear refused unless they came to an agreement. The bear said,
“You can have the wreath if I can have you for myself.” to which she agreed.
The bear would then come for her in three days. Upon her return to the kingdom, she was as joyful as ever, with the wreath in her possession, the king was delighted to see his daughter smile again but, of course, he’d have to deal with the bear, which should not be too much of a problem.
On the third day, the king ordered his army to surround the castle and protect it; however, the bear made quick work of the army. The king had no choice but to send his eldest daughter to accompany the bear. As they travelled far away from the kingdom, the bear asked,
“Have you ever sat so softly; have you ever seen so clearly?”
“Yes, I sat softly on my mother’s lap; and in my father’s courtyard, I see clearly.” She said.
“Well, then you’re not the right one” the bear said, chasing her back home.
The bear returned to the kingdom once more, defeating the king’s army with relative ease, so the king pleaded with the bear to stop by sending his next daughter to accompany the bear.
The bear would ask the second daughter the same question, to which she gave the same reply as the first. The bear chased her back home as she was not the right one.
The bear returned for a third time, fighting as hard as he could to claim his prize. The king relented and handed over his third daughter to the bear.
The bear asked the third daughter the same question:
“Have you ever sat so softly; have you ever seen so clearly?”
“No, never!” She said.
“Yes, you’re the right one!” the bear replied.
To be continued.
So, once upon a time, in a kingdom far away, there lived a mighty king who begat three daughters – two of which were ugly and mean-spirited, but the third daughter possessed uncontested beauty, for she was pure and blithe as an alpine lake. Needless to say, everyone loved her. However, she felt something amiss in her life: a golden wreathed so gorgeous it was the wreath of her dreams – one that which she could not live without unless she possessed it.
Her desire was brought to the attention of the king, who then sent word, as well as the pattern of the wreath, to every goldsmith of every realm to fashion the wreath of her dreams, but none could accomplish the task. There was but only one wreath she truly desired; a wreath that belonged to the White Bear of the forest.
One day she approached the bear and asked if she could buy it from him but the bear refused unless they came to an agreement. The bear said,
“You can have the wreath if I can have you for myself.” to which she agreed.
The bear would then come for her in three days. Upon her return to the kingdom, she was as joyful as ever, with the wreath in her possession, the king was delighted to see his daughter smile again but, of course, he’d have to deal with the bear, which should not be too much of a problem.
On the third day, the king ordered his army to surround the castle and protect it; however, the bear made quick work of the army. The king had no choice but to send his eldest daughter to accompany the bear. As they travelled far away from the kingdom, the bear asked,
“Have you ever sat so softly; have you ever seen so clearly?”
“Yes, I sat softly on my mother’s lap; and in my father’s courtyard, I see clearly.” She said.
“Well, then you’re not the right one” the bear said, chasing her back home.
The bear returned to the kingdom once more, defeating the king’s army with relative ease, so the king pleaded with the bear to stop by sending his next daughter to accompany the bear.
The bear would ask the second daughter the same question, to which she gave the same reply as the first. The bear chased her back home as she was not the right one.
The bear returned for a third time, fighting as hard as he could to claim his prize. The king relented and handed over his third daughter to the bear.
The bear asked the third daughter the same question:
“Have you ever sat so softly; have you ever seen so clearly?”
“No, never!” She said.
“Yes, you’re the right one!” the bear replied.
To be continued.
Mabon, Alban Elfed, known plainly as the Autumn equinox, falls around September 23rd, and is the point of transition between the light and dark halves of the year, and the beginning of solar decrease or less daylight.
It is a time when darkness overtakes the light, and the nights grow longer than days.
Mabon also marks the second station of the year, a time of ripening of harvest and a prelude to Samhain celebration, which is one of the main festivals marking the end of harvest and beginning of winter.
It is the time of the second harvest, and of fruits, marking the middle of the season in Autumn.
In Hellenic Greco heathen circles it is sacred to the goddess Demeter and Persephone, and in Celtic ones the Irish goddess Carman, patroness of poetry.
In the more modern Asatru religion, the equinox is the festival of Winter Finding, sacred to the Norse fertility god, Frey.
Art: “Allegory of Grape Harvest” by Károly Lotz and
“A putto presenting grain to Ceres” by Giulio Bonasone
It is a time when darkness overtakes the light, and the nights grow longer than days.
Mabon also marks the second station of the year, a time of ripening of harvest and a prelude to Samhain celebration, which is one of the main festivals marking the end of harvest and beginning of winter.
It is the time of the second harvest, and of fruits, marking the middle of the season in Autumn.
In Hellenic Greco heathen circles it is sacred to the goddess Demeter and Persephone, and in Celtic ones the Irish goddess Carman, patroness of poetry.
In the more modern Asatru religion, the equinox is the festival of Winter Finding, sacred to the Norse fertility god, Frey.
Art: “Allegory of Grape Harvest” by Károly Lotz and
“A putto presenting grain to Ceres” by Giulio Bonasone
Spooning
The first thing that comes to mind in modern times when the word “spooning” is uttered, brings about the idea of an act that is sexual in nature, but it does have a historical context that has deeper meaning.
The term recollects a wonderful and beautiful custom. Young European men with the intent of courting a lady would carve a wooden spoon, also known as “lovespoons”, which when presented would be seen as a token of love.
This took the place of engagement rings, and were much more affordable than expensive jewelry. If she accepted the tableware, then it was as good as engagement, or the promise to marry.
The spoon would be elaborately carved, sometimes with intricate floral patterns and often with both lovers’ initials intertwined.
The first thing that comes to mind in modern times when the word “spooning” is uttered, brings about the idea of an act that is sexual in nature, but it does have a historical context that has deeper meaning.
The term recollects a wonderful and beautiful custom. Young European men with the intent of courting a lady would carve a wooden spoon, also known as “lovespoons”, which when presented would be seen as a token of love.
This took the place of engagement rings, and were much more affordable than expensive jewelry. If she accepted the tableware, then it was as good as engagement, or the promise to marry.
The spoon would be elaborately carved, sometimes with intricate floral patterns and often with both lovers’ initials intertwined.
Running the Gauntlet
The word “Gauntlet” originates from France and specifically refers to a glove. Usually of leather, covered with plates of steel or chain mail, sometimes both.
When we hear the term “running the gauntlet” it usually means engagement in a critical ordeal or being attacked on all fronts, but this has nothing to do with wearing apparel in modern times.
The origin of the term is rooted in military historical context, as it was used in practice.
Two rows of fighting men, or soldiers, were lined up in a double row, facing each other. Between them, the offender to be disciplined would strip to the waist and run through the row.
Each of the men in the line were provided knotted cord, sometimes a rope or stick, and would strike the passing offender.
This description of “running the gauntlet” goes back to the Thirty Years War, when military hierarchy instituted the punishment, and was later adopted by the American legal system, first reference being in 1676.
The word “Gauntlet” originates from France and specifically refers to a glove. Usually of leather, covered with plates of steel or chain mail, sometimes both.
When we hear the term “running the gauntlet” it usually means engagement in a critical ordeal or being attacked on all fronts, but this has nothing to do with wearing apparel in modern times.
The origin of the term is rooted in military historical context, as it was used in practice.
Two rows of fighting men, or soldiers, were lined up in a double row, facing each other. Between them, the offender to be disciplined would strip to the waist and run through the row.
Each of the men in the line were provided knotted cord, sometimes a rope or stick, and would strike the passing offender.
This description of “running the gauntlet” goes back to the Thirty Years War, when military hierarchy instituted the punishment, and was later adopted by the American legal system, first reference being in 1676.
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New Article Discussing Cairns in Hyperborean Culture and Spirituality https://wylderhomesproject.life/2021/09/23/cairns/
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Cairns
By J. A. Coburn The word cairn or càrn comes from the Scottish Gaelic language which describes stones dry stacked to form a balanced tower to great and impressive structures or megaliths. Cairns fr…
The Alpha Bearded man
Nature gave us hair originally as a means of protection. It cushions blows from assailants, and insulates the part of the body it grows on against temperature changes, and harsh artic climate.
Eyelashes protect from dust, and foreign matter, and partially shields squinted eyes from too much sun. Our eyebrows somewhat prevent perspiration from running down into our eyes, while nasal hair acts as an air filter.
Out of all of these bristly characteristics, none can hold a follicle to the majestic, magnificent, fierce, and noble face fur that encapsulates a man’s beard.
Not the well-manicured, tamed, hipster beard. I’m talking of the grizzly facial hair that displays the full glory of belonging to the tribe of the North…
The Hyperborean man.
The father that allows playful tugging at his facial hair, the husband or lover that allows his woman to take in the scent and the feel of her man’s striking feature that is plain for all to see.
Nature gave us hair originally as a means of protection. It cushions blows from assailants, and insulates the part of the body it grows on against temperature changes, and harsh artic climate.
Eyelashes protect from dust, and foreign matter, and partially shields squinted eyes from too much sun. Our eyebrows somewhat prevent perspiration from running down into our eyes, while nasal hair acts as an air filter.
Out of all of these bristly characteristics, none can hold a follicle to the majestic, magnificent, fierce, and noble face fur that encapsulates a man’s beard.
Not the well-manicured, tamed, hipster beard. I’m talking of the grizzly facial hair that displays the full glory of belonging to the tribe of the North…
The Hyperborean man.
The father that allows playful tugging at his facial hair, the husband or lover that allows his woman to take in the scent and the feel of her man’s striking feature that is plain for all to see.
There are advantages to having a manly beard that naked-faced men do not have.
To grow a beard is a natural thing to do, and to cut or shave it off is abnormal. Is it any wonder since the times of our forebears, the beard became an object of anxious concern?
Hyperborean men first cherished the beard for spiritual reasons, and were convinced that as the hair that grew as an extension of his face, it was saturated with his personality. It is for this reason that it had to be carefully guarded from possible assailants.
The beard was and is regarded as the special sign, privilege and ornament of manhood. It should not go unmentioned that the cutting-off of beards was reserved for defeated enemies.
In this treatment of one’s defeated adversary, it was a sign of disgrace, which was plain for all to see.
Continuing to grow your beard was and is regarded, like blood, an expression of vitality.
To grow a beard is a natural thing to do, and to cut or shave it off is abnormal. Is it any wonder since the times of our forebears, the beard became an object of anxious concern?
Hyperborean men first cherished the beard for spiritual reasons, and were convinced that as the hair that grew as an extension of his face, it was saturated with his personality. It is for this reason that it had to be carefully guarded from possible assailants.
The beard was and is regarded as the special sign, privilege and ornament of manhood. It should not go unmentioned that the cutting-off of beards was reserved for defeated enemies.
In this treatment of one’s defeated adversary, it was a sign of disgrace, which was plain for all to see.
Continuing to grow your beard was and is regarded, like blood, an expression of vitality.