Who is Macha?
Why ever would you ask such a... well never mind. It is as it must be I suppose. Take a seat there and I will tell you.
Oh dear there is so much to tell I am not rightly sure where to even begin! Let's begin at one of her many beginnings then shall we? Oh yes, she is quite old and so has many beginnings and endings as well as many middles to her story but in all of them she is the Greatest Grandmother that never was.
See, unlike her sisters The Morrigan and The Great Babd, Mocha was never a mother, though whether by design or by accident it doesn't rightly matter. But either way she does love her people ever so deeply and harbors a great desire to be loved by us in return. And the desire for love is a very powerful desire indeed, as we all know!
This desire for love manifested as a desire not for just any old love but a true, deep, abiding love. In the end this desire led her to becoming everything she is, both the Great and the Terrible! As is all quite natural you see. Her great power comes not through something so petty as magic, as many of the other gods are want to do. No! Her skills her POWER was achieved the same way any of us achieve anything, through patience and practice. As good as that sounds this patience and practice is the power than can only be afforded by the gods due to the time available to them, painstakingly garnered through innumerable eons and dedication to craft, true craft that is.
So in pursuit of this love she learned all things great and desired by we mortals. She learned to see the future reading a mans many destinies at a mere glance. She learned to heal all ails even old age and death itself. She learned to peer into mans heart to witness his truest of desires hidden and kept most secret deep within never to see the light of day. But most importantly she learned to bake. The baking of sweets and breads and meats and stews of all kinds! A true Grandmotherly soul.
She is The King Maker, The Heroes Guide, Soothsayer and The Slayer of Children and Women alike! Although this last is a rather unfortunate side effect of who she has become... she does not do so out of any malevolence, no she does this out of concern and a very protective nature.
See, love while grand and uplifting, it can also be dark... oh so very dark and grimm in it's jealous application crushing those very same souls whom it was intended to shield from life's... harsher elements.
No, no this is far from everything that is Macha the Grand! But alas our time is over and so perhaps next time we can discuss her more ... peculiar attributes.
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Why ever would you ask such a... well never mind. It is as it must be I suppose. Take a seat there and I will tell you.
Oh dear there is so much to tell I am not rightly sure where to even begin! Let's begin at one of her many beginnings then shall we? Oh yes, she is quite old and so has many beginnings and endings as well as many middles to her story but in all of them she is the Greatest Grandmother that never was.
See, unlike her sisters The Morrigan and The Great Babd, Mocha was never a mother, though whether by design or by accident it doesn't rightly matter. But either way she does love her people ever so deeply and harbors a great desire to be loved by us in return. And the desire for love is a very powerful desire indeed, as we all know!
This desire for love manifested as a desire not for just any old love but a true, deep, abiding love. In the end this desire led her to becoming everything she is, both the Great and the Terrible! As is all quite natural you see. Her great power comes not through something so petty as magic, as many of the other gods are want to do. No! Her skills her POWER was achieved the same way any of us achieve anything, through patience and practice. As good as that sounds this patience and practice is the power than can only be afforded by the gods due to the time available to them, painstakingly garnered through innumerable eons and dedication to craft, true craft that is.
So in pursuit of this love she learned all things great and desired by we mortals. She learned to see the future reading a mans many destinies at a mere glance. She learned to heal all ails even old age and death itself. She learned to peer into mans heart to witness his truest of desires hidden and kept most secret deep within never to see the light of day. But most importantly she learned to bake. The baking of sweets and breads and meats and stews of all kinds! A true Grandmotherly soul.
She is The King Maker, The Heroes Guide, Soothsayer and The Slayer of Children and Women alike! Although this last is a rather unfortunate side effect of who she has become... she does not do so out of any malevolence, no she does this out of concern and a very protective nature.
See, love while grand and uplifting, it can also be dark... oh so very dark and grimm in it's jealous application crushing those very same souls whom it was intended to shield from life's... harsher elements.
No, no this is far from everything that is Macha the Grand! But alas our time is over and so perhaps next time we can discuss her more ... peculiar attributes.
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Who is Holda?
Of course she is nothing less than the Grandmother of all Germans! The most tender of lovers and the harshest of teachers. Caring not what you want to hear, she will only tell you what you NEED to hear, as a GRAND Mother should.
She who guided us in the wild mountain forests from shaggy haired wildmen to our prim and proper selves, wild mane contained into buns and oversized mustaches. It is Frau Holda who presides over marriages as well as love affairs. It is she who brings pancakes to the famished, telling young women to stop moping and crippled boys to stand up, poking them in the back with her cane prodding them to realize their true potential.
Sometimes she is a wild woman; a forest crone with long untamed hair full of brambles and branches, mice and birds, knowing eyes, bulbous nose and crooked teeth. Other times she is a most beautiful maiden with golden curls of sunlight sitting on moss blankets atop ancient stones spinning and singing all the while.
Most often Dear Holda is the Grandmother we need. Our greatest of allies and our harshest of judges, just as quick to praise as she is to punish. The impudent, the disloyal and dishonest, the lazy and the foolish will find nothing but her disdain. HOW DARE THEY! Don't they know her blood IS her blood! How dare they mar their family so! She brings castles down upon their heads and boiling tar upon their skin.
Yet she is also the tenderest of lovers, she finds the men that need her healing warm touch as the Golden Haired Maiden loving them dearly in her Venusberg. Other times from her meadows and mills, her ponds and streams, her mountains and hills she dotes on her beloved children. She pairs them when they ask, she brings them joy when they are full of sorrow, she encourages them in their strengths and when a true loving match is made... It is she who sends them the greatest gift of all... Children.
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Of course she is nothing less than the Grandmother of all Germans! The most tender of lovers and the harshest of teachers. Caring not what you want to hear, she will only tell you what you NEED to hear, as a GRAND Mother should.
She who guided us in the wild mountain forests from shaggy haired wildmen to our prim and proper selves, wild mane contained into buns and oversized mustaches. It is Frau Holda who presides over marriages as well as love affairs. It is she who brings pancakes to the famished, telling young women to stop moping and crippled boys to stand up, poking them in the back with her cane prodding them to realize their true potential.
Sometimes she is a wild woman; a forest crone with long untamed hair full of brambles and branches, mice and birds, knowing eyes, bulbous nose and crooked teeth. Other times she is a most beautiful maiden with golden curls of sunlight sitting on moss blankets atop ancient stones spinning and singing all the while.
Most often Dear Holda is the Grandmother we need. Our greatest of allies and our harshest of judges, just as quick to praise as she is to punish. The impudent, the disloyal and dishonest, the lazy and the foolish will find nothing but her disdain. HOW DARE THEY! Don't they know her blood IS her blood! How dare they mar their family so! She brings castles down upon their heads and boiling tar upon their skin.
Yet she is also the tenderest of lovers, she finds the men that need her healing warm touch as the Golden Haired Maiden loving them dearly in her Venusberg. Other times from her meadows and mills, her ponds and streams, her mountains and hills she dotes on her beloved children. She pairs them when they ask, she brings them joy when they are full of sorrow, she encourages them in their strengths and when a true loving match is made... It is she who sends them the greatest gift of all... Children.
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New Broadcast! - Indigenous
At what point is something Indigenous?
This topic was suggested by a Member of our Community, Roxanne.
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For those who know "The old ways are the only ways, all else is pageantry", there's Hyperborean Radio with Jeff and Ike in the Morning; speaking the truths we all know but others fear to whisper.
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At what point is something Indigenous?
This topic was suggested by a Member of our Community, Roxanne.
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For those who know "The old ways are the only ways, all else is pageantry", there's Hyperborean Radio with Jeff and Ike in the Morning; speaking the truths we all know but others fear to whisper.
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Listen on your favorite platform or:
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Apple Podcast
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Allfather Dagda
Warriors! Smiths! Champions! Sailors! Adventurers! Many a God is known for these roles armed with great and terrible powers. But what of the most important role? The one that begins from inception as we lay swaddled in cloth in the arms of the most important man in our lives, our fathers.
The nurturing male, the defender, the one who stands between us and the terror of the unknown, who dabs the tears of the crying babe, who teaches us to dance on his feet, who accidentally drowns the cake or burns the tea. Who leads the men in song and the children in their adventures. The man who stays at home building cottages and tending horses. For this there is that most beloved of Gods, The Dagda. He is for whom we fight.
Our fathers who taught us to fish, to cook, to hunt, to run, to woo, to stand for ourselves and our family. He teaches boys to be men and women to recognize men when they see them. This is The Dagda. The Father we all wish to have and wish to become. The goofy dad jokes, the silly pranks played when our backs are turned, the first beer and the final farewell when we marry.
The Dagda is not a warrior, a wizard or a sailor. He is more than that. Like our fathers he is always the biggest man in the room so that he may stand between those in his care and anything that may deign to threaten them. He cares for the most dangerous of beasts that others would find unwieldy or deadly he knits sleeping caps and tea cozies for. More giving than could be seen as reasonable he'll give you the shirt off his back, the grain from his stores, you'll never leave his hall without a full belly and a pocket full of beer. The Man of the village that all look to for wisdom, for kindness, for compassion, for hope and a helping hand.
No matter the danger, no matter the distractions, The Dagda is always there. A loving father figure to all his people. Even the most frightened and lost of mankind might find warmth and comfort in his jolly embrace.
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Warriors! Smiths! Champions! Sailors! Adventurers! Many a God is known for these roles armed with great and terrible powers. But what of the most important role? The one that begins from inception as we lay swaddled in cloth in the arms of the most important man in our lives, our fathers.
The nurturing male, the defender, the one who stands between us and the terror of the unknown, who dabs the tears of the crying babe, who teaches us to dance on his feet, who accidentally drowns the cake or burns the tea. Who leads the men in song and the children in their adventures. The man who stays at home building cottages and tending horses. For this there is that most beloved of Gods, The Dagda. He is for whom we fight.
Our fathers who taught us to fish, to cook, to hunt, to run, to woo, to stand for ourselves and our family. He teaches boys to be men and women to recognize men when they see them. This is The Dagda. The Father we all wish to have and wish to become. The goofy dad jokes, the silly pranks played when our backs are turned, the first beer and the final farewell when we marry.
The Dagda is not a warrior, a wizard or a sailor. He is more than that. Like our fathers he is always the biggest man in the room so that he may stand between those in his care and anything that may deign to threaten them. He cares for the most dangerous of beasts that others would find unwieldy or deadly he knits sleeping caps and tea cozies for. More giving than could be seen as reasonable he'll give you the shirt off his back, the grain from his stores, you'll never leave his hall without a full belly and a pocket full of beer. The Man of the village that all look to for wisdom, for kindness, for compassion, for hope and a helping hand.
No matter the danger, no matter the distractions, The Dagda is always there. A loving father figure to all his people. Even the most frightened and lost of mankind might find warmth and comfort in his jolly embrace.
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Skadi, Mistress of Scandinavia
God of All Scandinavia, Wise God-Bride, The Huntress, The Shadowy One, Lady of the Mountains!
The North is a harsh mistress, but through these trials, this peril, she makes you strong! Few deities make this as clear as Skadi, of who Scandinavia is lovingly named. She dwells in the Rocks and the Mountains, the Ice and the Snow. Embodying all the beauty and fury of the Scandinavian Wilderness and its' people.
At a glance Skadi might escape notice, like figures in a blizzard or eyes from mountain tops but she is one of the most ferocious, dangerous and beautiful of all Northern Gods.
Among the gods of Scandinavia she is most favored. Skadi sits in a seat of prominence, lover of the Seafaring God, Queen of the Mountains! The very soul of Scandinavia and her people. In Eddic Myth she was married to Njord taking him as her husband not her him when after the death of her Father it is said:
She is the keeper of all these talents and treasures of the Northern Lands, she married Njord so her people may conquer the sea. She married Odin as his cult rose to prominence but in Lore further south she finds perhaps her greatest match, Ullr the Winter King. While she gave birth to Kings via Odin, with Ullr she begot the god of Steam and by extension our modern wonders.
Truly she is the Shining Bride of the Gods.
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God of All Scandinavia, Wise God-Bride, The Huntress, The Shadowy One, Lady of the Mountains!
The North is a harsh mistress, but through these trials, this peril, she makes you strong! Few deities make this as clear as Skadi, of who Scandinavia is lovingly named. She dwells in the Rocks and the Mountains, the Ice and the Snow. Embodying all the beauty and fury of the Scandinavian Wilderness and its' people.
At a glance Skadi might escape notice, like figures in a blizzard or eyes from mountain tops but she is one of the most ferocious, dangerous and beautiful of all Northern Gods.
Among the gods of Scandinavia she is most favored. Skadi sits in a seat of prominence, lover of the Seafaring God, Queen of the Mountains! The very soul of Scandinavia and her people. In Eddic Myth she was married to Njord taking him as her husband not her him when after the death of her Father it is said:
"Now Skadi, the daughter of the giant Thjazi, took helm and birnie and all weapons of war and proceeded to Ásgard, to avenge her father. The Æsir, however, offered her reconciliation and atonement."
For Skadi is not simply a huntress or ski god, an archer or mountain dweller... no she is all of these things and more for she is the goddess who bestows and caretaker of all the wonders of Scandinavia, from the Mountain Forests to the Fierce Spirit of War. She embodies all that is noble and incredible of her people and her land. Fore she is their Mother, their Mentor and their War Leader.She is the keeper of all these talents and treasures of the Northern Lands, she married Njord so her people may conquer the sea. She married Odin as his cult rose to prominence but in Lore further south she finds perhaps her greatest match, Ullr the Winter King. While she gave birth to Kings via Odin, with Ullr she begot the god of Steam and by extension our modern wonders.
Truly she is the Shining Bride of the Gods.
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Forwarded from A Wisdom of Owls
Here in the Netherlands, Vrouw Holle is still well known, even amongst non-pagans and christians, as a fairy tale figure. The amusement park De Efteling has her immortalised in their fairy tale forest as the old crone who makes it snow when she fluffes up her pillow.
What is lesser known is the story tradition that places her in charge of spring. As a golden haired maiden, she takes the position of Eostre in Anglican lands and starts of the season at the equinox. By my knowledge, the last person to write about her in this capacity in earnest, was children's author Hermien IJzerman in the 1950's.
Hermien wrote original fairy tales for little children, that she illustrated herself. She uses the old narrative structure of an old woman telling tales to little children by the fire. Hers is called Mother Urdhula - which sounds in and of itself as oer Hulle, ancient Holle. But this Mother Goose tradition is, entirely, a referrence to goosefooted Holle herself.
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What is lesser known is the story tradition that places her in charge of spring. As a golden haired maiden, she takes the position of Eostre in Anglican lands and starts of the season at the equinox. By my knowledge, the last person to write about her in this capacity in earnest, was children's author Hermien IJzerman in the 1950's.
Hermien wrote original fairy tales for little children, that she illustrated herself. She uses the old narrative structure of an old woman telling tales to little children by the fire. Hers is called Mother Urdhula - which sounds in and of itself as oer Hulle, ancient Holle. But this Mother Goose tradition is, entirely, a referrence to goosefooted Holle herself.
~Schreeuwekster
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Forwarded from A Wisdom of Owls
Although Ijzerman wrote her fairytales as a christian, and the christian god is present in the tales, they treat Holle as a figure with real power. The opening rhyme especially, where mother Urdhula is told the stories by the Wind. I read it to my own daughter frequently, who is shieldnamed for the Goddess, and who loves it so much she tries to eat the book entirely.
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