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Thread on old Germanic names that have been ruined by cartoon characters and such https://x.com/Tom_Rowsell/status/1987822542665486367?s=20

A draught of the sacred mead

On this day we remember the brave men who fought for Britain and the Empire, especially in WW1. These are two of my ancestors who fought in that war: Lt. Vere Norman Rowsell OBE MC VD of Coldstream guards and Lt. Edmund Wilkinson of Loyal North Lancashire regiment. May they be remembered.

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZNdwgb74K The Hatherleigh carnival in Devon is tonight. Another mad folk tradition of England

Glad Winter full! Hail Lord Ing and the elves!

In his 1909 published book “Romantic Germany” Robert Haven Schauffler narrates at p. 200-202 a ‘Frau Holle’ myth, which probably is not known to many. And thus, this narration is cited below in this contribution: “In the year 815, Emperor Louis the Pious, son of Charlemagne, was hunting in the outskirts of the Hercynian forest, and, in following a white buck, he outdistanced his followers and lost both his quarry, his horse, and his way in the Innerste River. The Emperor swam to shore and wandered alone until he came to a mound sacred to the ancient Saxon goddess Hulda — a beautiful mound covered with her own flower, the wild rose. Again and again he sounded his hunting-horn, but there was no answer. Then he drew from his bosom a casket containing relics of the Holy Virgin, and, while praying before it for jescue, fell into a deep sleep. When he awoke the mound where he lay was covered with snow, although it was high summer and everything about was green. The roses on the sacred mound were blooming more brilliantly than ever. He looked for the reliquary and found it frozen fast amid the thorns of a great rose-bush. Then the Emperor knew that the heathen goddess had, ^^by shaking her bed,” sent the holy snow in token that the Christian goddess should now be worshiped in her stead. When his followers finally discovered him he had resolved to build on that mound a cathedral to the Virgin Mary. And today on the choir of this cathedral that very rosebush is still in bloom” This tale is obviously heavily Christianized however shows the impact and importance the Goddess Holle had and thus deserves to be archived here.

Blessed Winter Nights boys 🙏 1 like = 1 blót 1 share = 100 blót

Hail the victorious dead!

Another very old tradition seen around Europe is the offering of oats or porridge to the dead (sometimes at this time of year, but also at Christmas and funerals). In Sweden at Christmas porridge is offered to the nisse, a sort of pixie which originally represented the deceased inhabitants of the home. In Scotland porridge is similarly offered to "brownies" Slavic peoples make a sweet porridge called kutia for funerals. A portion is often left out overnight for the spirits of ancestors to "partake." This is a common practice in Russian, Ukrainian, and Polish communities. Greek and Balkan cultures have a similar funeral porridge called koliva. Even Hindus have a festival for the dead between September and October called Pitru Paksha during which they make food offerings for the dead including rice puddings and a wheat porridge called Laapsi

Tonight is the first night of Winter full (Winterfylleth/Vetrnætr). The three nights of Winter full should include several blots: Haustboð “harvest offering" for Inguifrey. Pray for a good year. Álfablót "Elf sacrifice" for the noble dead in the barrows as well as the lord of the elves, Ynguifrey, and the lord of the dead, Woden (Irmin). Disablot "Disir sacrifice" for the goddesses and ancestral mothers called "Disir" The English Winterfylleth marks the start of winter on the full moon. The Norse equivalent, Vetrnætr "winter nights" is specifically said to last for three nights. Saxon chronicler Widukind of Corvey wrote that the Saxons on the continent held a three day blot to their god Jǫrmun (Odin) in October who is also referred to as Irmin. So between the Norse, Old Saxons and Anglo-Saxons we have a clear picture of this three day festival. It survives in Scandinavia in the Christian form of All Saint's Day, when people illuminate graveyards with candles and offerings for the dead.

In Prometheus the engineers who made xenomorphs were Proto-Indo-Europeans. Fun to imagine Scythian art of a xenomorph

Woden head mounts and pendant from the Norwich museum, Norfolk.

“Pagan aunts against nithings” fb group when?

Bede tells us that the Anglo-Saxon pagans divided the year in two and that the winter began on the full moon in October and that this night was called Ƿintirfylliþ. This is presumably the Autumn festival of the pagan English. Austrfararvísur tells us that in Autumn, among the Swedes, a blot took place at a hof for elves and that it was associated with Odin. Since many pagan festivals in Europe take place in late October and are associated with All Saints day and the dead, we deduce that the Autumn festival of the Germanic pagans was held on the full moon to the elves who we understand from Icelandic and English sources, were associated with the noble dead and with barrows. On the full moon of October I wish you a glad Winterfylleth or alfablót. Hail the noble ancestors! https://youtu.be/H5Y1RqCbuJE

The Hearth of Devon Winterfylleth blot last night was preceded by the auspicious call of ravens. The moon was beautiful. And for the first time we had use of an Ing weoh created by Wessex Woodcraft.

Last year’s Winterfylleth blot. This year the three nights of Winterfylleth start on Wednesday and end with Friday night. This marks the start of Winter and the dark six months until Easter

A model of a typical Englishman from Kent, but using averaged Anglo-Saxon and Brythonic samples from Kent to give a more localised and accurate estimate. 1. 57.7% Anglo-Saxon 2. 14.8% Briton 3. 25.5% Medieval French

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Autumnal traditions: One of the maddest, most spectacular folk traditions of the British Isles is the annual burning of the tar barrels in Ottery St Mary in Devon. The chaps who lift the flaming barrels are called barrellers; they have to be local, born and bred, and they begin lifting running the tar barrels at the age of seven! https://youtu.be/qnXx6jvsQto