Why the Stork Brings Babies?
In German Folklore Storks deliver babies. If brought in a basket it will be a well behaved child, if carried in it's beak it will be naughty. The Stork then gives it to the Mother or drops them down the chimney.
This is descended of pagan myths. In German Mythology the souls of infants are nurtured by Frau Holle and sent from her wells, lakes, and caves out with her Stork Spirits. The Stork is also tied into the goddess of New Life Easter.
These older tales fed into "The Storks" by H.C. Andersen where storks take babies from ponds and caves or "Stork Stones" all entrances to the realm of spirits, dead and the gods.
Warnings against harming Storks are mentioned as well as when abused they will rescind their gift and the babes are delivered "Stillborn".
The myth has remained mostly due to Andersen's tale and its use as an excuse for the common question of "Where do Babies Come From?" as well as in Folk Art.-TLK
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In German Folklore Storks deliver babies. If brought in a basket it will be a well behaved child, if carried in it's beak it will be naughty. The Stork then gives it to the Mother or drops them down the chimney.
This is descended of pagan myths. In German Mythology the souls of infants are nurtured by Frau Holle and sent from her wells, lakes, and caves out with her Stork Spirits. The Stork is also tied into the goddess of New Life Easter.
These older tales fed into "The Storks" by H.C. Andersen where storks take babies from ponds and caves or "Stork Stones" all entrances to the realm of spirits, dead and the gods.
Warnings against harming Storks are mentioned as well as when abused they will rescind their gift and the babes are delivered "Stillborn".
The myth has remained mostly due to Andersen's tale and its use as an excuse for the common question of "Where do Babies Come From?" as well as in Folk Art.-TLK
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The Oldest Surviving Edda
Did you know? That the oldest surviving copy of the Norse Edda that many know and love is housed in Carolina Rediviva, Sweden under the name Uppsala-Eddan?
In fact Historians have even been kind enough to digitize this wonderful historic text you can find it here.
This relic has a few officially recognized names and is also known as
Snorre Sturlassons Edda
Den prosaiska Eddan
or
Codex Upsaliensis
This hand bound copy of the Edda authored by Snorre Sturlasson who lived C.E, 1179-1241 is written in Old Norse though you may notice it uses the Latin alphabet which begins in the Foreword...
"In the beginning Almighty God created heaven and earth, and all things that belong to them, and last he made two human beings, from whom the races are descended (Adam and Eve)"
This historic document is 14.5 x 21 cm.
This particular copy originated in Iceland circa C.E. 1300-1325 and was acquired by the current keeper of this copy in 1669.
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Did you know? That the oldest surviving copy of the Norse Edda that many know and love is housed in Carolina Rediviva, Sweden under the name Uppsala-Eddan?
In fact Historians have even been kind enough to digitize this wonderful historic text you can find it here.
This relic has a few officially recognized names and is also known as
Snorre Sturlassons Edda
Den prosaiska Eddan
or
Codex Upsaliensis
This hand bound copy of the Edda authored by Snorre Sturlasson who lived C.E, 1179-1241 is written in Old Norse though you may notice it uses the Latin alphabet which begins in the Foreword...
"In the beginning Almighty God created heaven and earth, and all things that belong to them, and last he made two human beings, from whom the races are descended (Adam and Eve)"
This historic document is 14.5 x 21 cm.
This particular copy originated in Iceland circa C.E. 1300-1325 and was acquired by the current keeper of this copy in 1669.
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If cities must exist why should they not look like this?
This projected city will be in Singapore it is following a template we have discussed for a very long time requiring no new technology merely a reorganization of priorities and policies. Now while some dangerous people are funding this they are proving the concept to be sound even if their intentions are dubious.
For the mental and emotional health of those confined to urban environments we should strive to do something similar from the small rural homestead to large urban centers. We can do it better!
Live with nature not against her.
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This projected city will be in Singapore it is following a template we have discussed for a very long time requiring no new technology merely a reorganization of priorities and policies. Now while some dangerous people are funding this they are proving the concept to be sound even if their intentions are dubious.
For the mental and emotional health of those confined to urban environments we should strive to do something similar from the small rural homestead to large urban centers. We can do it better!
Live with nature not against her.
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Storytime: A Mother's Tears
There was once a mother who bore a beautiful golden son. Strong, Fast, Loving, all the things a son should be. Until he died. The Mother Then had another son who excelled in weaponry but was alas a lazy wastrel and she could not look at him without being reminded of her first beloved son and would break into tears.
One day she saw pass by her house the Souls of Children in procession behind their Queen Perchta. At once she began to look for her child but when she could not find him she wailed in her deep grief then at the end behind the others she saw him. She went to him and tears in her eyes asked "My Dear Son, Why are you walking by yourself and not with the Other Children? Do they make you do so? Are they unkind to you?"
The Child shook his head he was at peace and treated well among Perchta and the children. But from his hands he held out a jar "This Jar contains all of the tears you have been shedding for me, I fear that if it gets much more full I shall be unable to keep up and be lost".
The Woman upon hearing her sons spirit steeled herself to her grief, never did she forget her beloved son, but she wept no more for him and thus his burden was lightened.
There was once a mother who bore a beautiful golden son. Strong, Fast, Loving, all the things a son should be. Until he died. The Mother Then had another son who excelled in weaponry but was alas a lazy wastrel and she could not look at him without being reminded of her first beloved son and would break into tears.
One day she saw pass by her house the Souls of Children in procession behind their Queen Perchta. At once she began to look for her child but when she could not find him she wailed in her deep grief then at the end behind the others she saw him. She went to him and tears in her eyes asked "My Dear Son, Why are you walking by yourself and not with the Other Children? Do they make you do so? Are they unkind to you?"
The Child shook his head he was at peace and treated well among Perchta and the children. But from his hands he held out a jar "This Jar contains all of the tears you have been shedding for me, I fear that if it gets much more full I shall be unable to keep up and be lost".
The Woman upon hearing her sons spirit steeled herself to her grief, never did she forget her beloved son, but she wept no more for him and thus his burden was lightened.
Some versions of this tale will have different variations such as his clothes are soaked in her tears instead of a jar or omit Perchta in favor of another figure Christian or Pagan but the general moral is the same, the Tears of the living do not comfort the dead for them we must live.
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The Raven Carries off the Boy by Erin Vest 2022
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The Scottish Wulver
The Modern day casts Werewolves as Cursed beings, monsters to be slain, horrors to be overcome!
But Let us talk of something far Older, Eldritch, from the mists of the ancient past! A dark beast covered in thick brown fur, the Wolfman that prowls the moors and mounds of ancient Celtic lands, ever present, never changing. NAY this beast nar shifts from man to wolf nor wolf to man but lays eternally between the two worlds! Leith and lean muscles rippling beneath his pelt, his sharp eyes flashing, his long pointed teeth exposed in an eerie grin! His "people" carry the name Wulver!
The Wulver striking fear into fish everywhere! As they can often be found along the banks of rivers or lakes, line cast in the water refusing to consider the fear that trembles in the hearts of the poor fish which he would gladly drag from their safe waters!
If this image is not horrifying enough! Well it is said they often catch more than they could possibly eat delivering their excess carnage leaving these innocent fish upon the window sills of hungry peasants! The same Peasants that they lead out of the wilds where they would surely perish! There is even tell of similar beasts across the Ocean amongst the Northern Midwest Where Dogmen much akin to the Wulver are honored and thanked by the people of the Northwoods! Those Poor Fishies!
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The Modern day casts Werewolves as Cursed beings, monsters to be slain, horrors to be overcome!
But Let us talk of something far Older, Eldritch, from the mists of the ancient past! A dark beast covered in thick brown fur, the Wolfman that prowls the moors and mounds of ancient Celtic lands, ever present, never changing. NAY this beast nar shifts from man to wolf nor wolf to man but lays eternally between the two worlds! Leith and lean muscles rippling beneath his pelt, his sharp eyes flashing, his long pointed teeth exposed in an eerie grin! His "people" carry the name Wulver!
The Wulver striking fear into fish everywhere! As they can often be found along the banks of rivers or lakes, line cast in the water refusing to consider the fear that trembles in the hearts of the poor fish which he would gladly drag from their safe waters!
If this image is not horrifying enough! Well it is said they often catch more than they could possibly eat delivering their excess carnage leaving these innocent fish upon the window sills of hungry peasants! The same Peasants that they lead out of the wilds where they would surely perish! There is even tell of similar beasts across the Ocean amongst the Northern Midwest Where Dogmen much akin to the Wulver are honored and thanked by the people of the Northwoods! Those Poor Fishies!
SEND HELP!
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The Morrigan, Phantom Queen
The Morrigan her name quickens the hearts of the most steadfast of men. Her eyes pierce down to our core, her hands caressing our very souls. The Primal the pure, the feminine at its most wild and bestial.
The very earth opening beneath her feet trapping armies beneath roots and stone, blood soaking her tender calloused hands. The Wolf Song is her chorus the Ravens are her eyes. The Marauders are her children tearing apart the reigns of false kings and craven oligarchs.
The Strength, Courage, and Innocence of the Men is what brings her joy as she lifts heroes to prominence, yet in the Women the Morrigan finds merely scorn for all but those that embody the best of them all. The Women of Noble disposition akin to Grace O'Malley. To any lesser women the best she can offer is indifference or a far worse fate: a life of madness, to be torn apart by wolves or flayed alive by the Morrigan's artful hands, plunging over a cliff babbling all the while, eyes pecked out by her beloved ravens. Such are the fates of foolish women who call to her, for her heart beats solely for the Men who so quicken her soul, filling her belly with New Children with which to populate the lands with Great and Terrible Heroes!
The Morrigan and her sisters Queens of the Mounds, Progenitors of the various Clans, the Wondrous Raven of the Morrigan, the Crow of Badb, the Owl of Macha, and all their sisters who soar the skies in Murders, Unkindness, and Parliaments. Ever watching, ever waiting, for such heroes to rise once more.
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The Morrigan her name quickens the hearts of the most steadfast of men. Her eyes pierce down to our core, her hands caressing our very souls. The Primal the pure, the feminine at its most wild and bestial.
The very earth opening beneath her feet trapping armies beneath roots and stone, blood soaking her tender calloused hands. The Wolf Song is her chorus the Ravens are her eyes. The Marauders are her children tearing apart the reigns of false kings and craven oligarchs.
The Strength, Courage, and Innocence of the Men is what brings her joy as she lifts heroes to prominence, yet in the Women the Morrigan finds merely scorn for all but those that embody the best of them all. The Women of Noble disposition akin to Grace O'Malley. To any lesser women the best she can offer is indifference or a far worse fate: a life of madness, to be torn apart by wolves or flayed alive by the Morrigan's artful hands, plunging over a cliff babbling all the while, eyes pecked out by her beloved ravens. Such are the fates of foolish women who call to her, for her heart beats solely for the Men who so quicken her soul, filling her belly with New Children with which to populate the lands with Great and Terrible Heroes!
The Morrigan and her sisters Queens of the Mounds, Progenitors of the various Clans, the Wondrous Raven of the Morrigan, the Crow of Badb, the Owl of Macha, and all their sisters who soar the skies in Murders, Unkindness, and Parliaments. Ever watching, ever waiting, for such heroes to rise once more.
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