Forwarded from Myo B
I have recently talked about writing a book on Italian paganism and the Strega. As I have begun trying to put this together, I realized that I have so much information and so much more to learn that for the time being a blog seems to be the better way to go. I want to share a link to my blog here. I will try to do at least one or two posts a week. :) I hope you will check it out and will find my writing interesting and informative! 🇮🇹❤️🤍💚
https://thestregainthewoods.blogspot.com/
https://thestregainthewoods.blogspot.com/
Forwarded from Myo B
Absolutely beautiful!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7CfytGsoxSs&feature=push-u-sub&attr_tag=9PTdZ1dPu2BF_SmH%3A6
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7CfytGsoxSs&feature=push-u-sub&attr_tag=9PTdZ1dPu2BF_SmH%3A6
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Here We Come A Wassailing
A bit of heathen Yuletide cheer to you all for the darkness of the longest night 🍻 💛 (you can substitute "god" for "gods" of course)
There are actually 2 types of Wassailing...
Here in the picture they are blessing the orchard for a fruitful apple harvest…
There are actually 2 types of Wassailing...
Here in the picture they are blessing the orchard for a fruitful apple harvest…
Forwarded from Stam van de Vos🦊, hekserij en heidendom van de Lage Landen
O.k. then, on request, I tried to translate this properly :
The growl grows stronger,
crying in the night.
Claws, strenght, aggression,
in that shiny skin.
Eyes glowing like fire,
the last hour has struck.
For those who silence others,
the dirt drips from their wounds.
Like a great tyrant,
disappears into the night.
Love and light, Dirkje
The growl grows stronger,
crying in the night.
Claws, strenght, aggression,
in that shiny skin.
Eyes glowing like fire,
the last hour has struck.
For those who silence others,
the dirt drips from their wounds.
Like a great tyrant,
disappears into the night.
Love and light, Dirkje
W. B. Yeats described the gancanagh in 1888, as follows:
Nicholas O'Kearney, a Louthman, deeply versed in Irish lore, writes of the gean-cánach (love-talker) that he is "another diminutive being of the same tribe as the leprechaun, but, unlike him, he personated love and idleness, and always appeared with a dudeen in his jaw in lonesome valleys, and it was his custom to make love to shepherdesses and milkmaids. It was considered very unlucky to meet him, and whoever was known to have ruined his fortune by devotion to the fair sex was said to have met a gean-cánach. The dudeen, or ancient Irish tobacco pipe, found in our raths, etc., is still popularly called a gean-cánach's pipe." The word is not to be found in dictionaries, nor does this spirit appear to be well known, if known at all, in Connacht. The word is pronounced gánconâgh.[1]
Unfortunately there are no paintings or drawings of this elusive male faerie. So I had to just pick random images
Nicholas O'Kearney, a Louthman, deeply versed in Irish lore, writes of the gean-cánach (love-talker) that he is "another diminutive being of the same tribe as the leprechaun, but, unlike him, he personated love and idleness, and always appeared with a dudeen in his jaw in lonesome valleys, and it was his custom to make love to shepherdesses and milkmaids. It was considered very unlucky to meet him, and whoever was known to have ruined his fortune by devotion to the fair sex was said to have met a gean-cánach. The dudeen, or ancient Irish tobacco pipe, found in our raths, etc., is still popularly called a gean-cánach's pipe." The word is not to be found in dictionaries, nor does this spirit appear to be well known, if known at all, in Connacht. The word is pronounced gánconâgh.[1]
Unfortunately there are no paintings or drawings of this elusive male faerie. So I had to just pick random images
I’m glad Armenians glorify their heroes no matter what the world thinks of them