Alpine Scene (1865). Gustave Doré (French, 1832-1883).

Bear Worship by Oleg Gurokov

Les Oranges by William Adolph Bouguereau

Diana in Her Chariot by Claude Mellan 1633

Spring Celebrations: Once there were many celebrations of Spring, now few remain. What were once moments of community have been rendered to days of candy and drunkenness. The Easter Hare a mere marketing symbol instead of the assistant of a beloved goddess, the Groundhog Prophet stares out alone at cardboard faces. After long last their effort has paid off, the holidays have been stripped of their magic. I see it in the people around me. Easter is no longer a time for joy, Spring has come, babes are born, new life springs. But an obligation, a chocolate rabbit and a new toy. Gone are the fertile what-could-be's of the Egg or the hare. Rendered to nothing more than a marketing gimmick. Why? Why did this happen? Bit by bit the meaning was stripped away. What was once a community event became a job, a thing to do and be over with it. Exhausted people and a racing world only leaves things behind it in the dust. We call this Progress? Why do we do that? The ignorance of times of new life begets only death. Instead of celebrating new beginnings we celebrate only an end, and then the new beginnings, never happen. Why should we allow such things to die. Weary faces, weary families, and there is no interaction. Only commercialization. I look around at the people around me, and what should be a time of joy in the possibilities of life, has become merely another day to trudge with the weight of the world on our backs. We need not do this. We need not abandon our future, because the present weighs us down. When ordered forward or back, there are always many options to the side. We at Wylder Homes Project are working towards such things. Community, celebrations, and meaning, step by step we seek to build Goodhome, a pagan town. Where these celebrations are no longer made of plastic but of the joys of all involved. Instead of dreams of a cold world, it is time to celebrate the hope in new life.
-Wylder Homes Project

Mars, The Roman god equated to Ares. The premier war god of the Romans and sometimes considered mythic father of Romulus and Remus the founders of Rome. He was most at peace when he was in his affair with Venus, and the twos symbols went on to become the symbols for Male and Female as well as the two closest planets to the Earth. March is named after him. He was also a major agricultural god and considered to be Virility personified. His animals were the Woodpecker, the bear, and the wolf.

The Traveler and The Doctor: A Study of the Psychological Echoes of an Archetype
By The Antlered One

What is it that exists deep within our souls that causes us to explore? To wish to cross the endless ocean or the imposing mountains? The Wanderer in us all seeks to find the new things. To find the great cave of the dragon, to stop the hordes and be the hero of a far off land. When told the world is known, though a new discovery and adventure waits around every corner we look to the stars and dream of wandering the cosmos skimming nebulas and jumping from planet to planet. Just as long ago through realms and the wide woods of the North. The Traveling gods of Europe walked amongst us and at times found us beside them as companions on their next grand adventure. These stories, these emotions, this Wanderlust does not fade in a mere moment in history, it continues and when we are denied our gods we still need to feel them, and we are...............
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Falling Star by Witold Pruszkowski 1884

Good Morning, Pierrot by Ethel Writh 1893

New Life: Spring is a time of awakening, the bear rubs sleep out of its eyes and behind her walks her cubs. Small bundles of potential gleefully exploring the world. The world is blooming of possibilities, the bee collects pollen, the river cracks and flows once more. The rest is over and now the world is boundless, endless, moving this way and that. Like the bear cubs curiosity so too do our young children our “Mancubs” look around them in wonder. The clouds flow above them, the apple blossoms bloom and form into tart fruits, herbs shoot out of the ground, and the world is full of life and possibility. We all remember these moments in childhood, even in the darkness we may have found we saw possibility in the future, or at the very least Hope. We allow this inner child to wither, and in doing so condemn those that come after to see not strength and hope on our faces but fear and exhaustion. Because we have forgotten hope as it stands before us, smiling, hopeful, dreaming and alive. Those who come after us are all around us. Who carry on tradition who frolic and play and love life, we do not recognize hope personified even as it stares back at us with wide eyes. Rosy cheeked, eager to learn, eager to revel in life's magical waking dream. To them it is not fear of the unknown but the possibility of what is to come. Some may call this youthful ignorance, perhaps it is us who have given up on possibilities. Perhaps we should be sure to raise this new life that walks beside us to be full of hope and dreams. For they have the potential to make the world as it could be not what it is. All that is needed is a place to nurture such dreams.
-Wylder Homes Project

Brother Bear hanging out with his Bear-Man https://www.instagram.com/p/CM0pQHxl6w8/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Three Princesses of the Underground Kingdom (1884). Viktor Vasnetsov (Russian, 1848-1926).

Sun Goddess by Frank Frazetta

Fairies and a Field Mouse by Etheline Dell

Why does everything we find in archaeology have to have some sort of sacred meaning? Why can't some of it just be a common doll, random bit of jewelry just because, or some assholes failed art project, or a toy? I mean are we going to find 1000's of Pikachu's across the globe in a thousand years and think the 90's-2020's were the high point of a Mouse Cult based around a Thunder god?