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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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@huldresang
LMAO I look forward to more people boarding the Fuck Peter Grey train. I've been a passenger on it for years but there's still plenty of seats, for now.
Honestly, is anyone shocked here? Because I sure as fuck am not.
Oh shocked, no, but in case anyone wasn't aware: Peter Grey of Scarlet Imprint started openly chugging fascist koolaid during the plague and doesn't look to be stopping anytime soon.
So, you know, may he drown and all, but in the meantime don't buy his books.
It's kind of mind boggling to me how every time I see book recommendations for Hellenic or Roman polytheist I never see On the gods and the world by Sallust.
It may not teach practical ways of worship but it answers a lot of philosophical questions about the gods that I think we, as pagans, have at some point asked ourselves. Seriously, some of the points made by Reddit ath3ists are answered in this essay, like they're 2000 years behind.
It's very short (like 50 pages long) so if you can buy it, pirate it or get it from your local library I'd highly recommend it. Here's an audiobook in case you prefer that.
No need to buy or pirate it — Thomas Taylor's translation is free on Wikisource:
https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Sallust_On_the_Gods_and_the_World/Sallust_on_the_Gods_and_the_World
it's definitely my predisposition to extreme frugality+redneck engineering, but i'm now obsessed with creating things literally without buying Anything. no supplies no tools no nothing, only the stuff you can just find outside, like Plants, Sticks, and Rocks.
I'm making textiles with nothing but foraged plant materials using no tools except sticks. Nature allows you to do this! There's no rules! I mean okay well maybe there might be some rules sometimes but they're just weak human rules! The plants themselves? They're like "Why sure! You can make yarn with nothing but fibers from the dead stem I don't need anymore, a couple sticks from that tree over there, and your own body and mind! Why not?"
Plants like to give us gifts! And nobody has the power to stop them!
Once you know the ways of the plants, the ways of our capitalist society become silly and hard to understand, sometimes even instilling you with a sense of dread.
I was looking at the textile books in the library to try to learn about plants you can make textiles from. I was shocked to discover how incurious most books are about the origin of the very matter from which textiles are made!
For one thing, there were whole shelves of books on how to weave, how to knit, and how to quilt, but barely a single complete volume on how to create yarn or thread to begin with.
Of the books that did cover how the yarn is created, many of them discussed only wool, and those books didn't concern themselves with how to get the wool off the sheep, or how to find such an organism and enter a mutualistic partnership with it in the first place...
If you know the ways of the plants, you will be almost offended when a book about how to make a thing, starting from the beginning of that thing, tells you immediately to buy something. You don't mean "one or two steps further back in the process of a thing being assembled"—you mean the BEGINNING beginning. You seek to learn how the thing is born from the living Earth, not where to buy a Product in a less assembled form.
Where do Products come from...?...According to the capitalist, consumerist way, they come from other, simpler Products of course, which ultimately are born from Industries. I found a book or two which made some attempt to give a more exhaustive list of possible textile materials, with sub-section for plants, which included: Flax, Cotton, Hemp, Jute, Ramie, and some allusion to other possibilities such as Nettle. This of course is a list of plant fibers for which a Huge Industry exists. Regarding plant fibers for which there is no huge industry, the books either said nothing or said something like "...but sadly, there is no huge industry based upon these plants (so they are not worth talking about any more)"
I found a few cryptic statements saying that the range of plants that could be used for textile purposes is theoretically limitless...but none of the books were interested at all in those theoretically limitless plants.
It's not that only those few plants are really good for textiles and the other ones are inferior, either. I have learned from my delves into the Internet, that many plants now considered totally useless to humans and not investigated for their potential applications at all...have actually been used by some human culture on Earth for thousands of years as a fundamental part of everyday life.
Native Americans for thousands of years utilized plants native to this region for textiles. These ones are among the plants I have been gathering; they are plants that naturally grow here and can be harvested sustainably, in fact in many cases they benefit from being harvested.
Apocyonum cannabinum, also known as Dogbane, is essentially a North American analog to hemp or flax; you extract the bast fiber from the stem by beating it until the woody part breaks into pieces and falls out and the outer bark flakes off. This plant is native to all U.S. states except Alaska and Hawaii and I reckon that's because of its importance as a textile plant.
I've collected big bundles of the stuff by picking over fields that have been mowed already by a brush cutter; it's so easy, because the fibers are so strong that they are not broken by the brush cutter. Instead, I find mats and bundles of fiber 1-2 feet long stretched out over the ground or trailing from the stubs of stems, often with the woody parts and outer bark already beaten out by the mowing. Simply mowing a field where dogbane grows essentially pre-processes the fiber so your work is half done for you.
It is amazing to me that a person can see how the fibers do that if you mow the plants in the fall, and not immediately think, "We should be making string or rope out of that." Early colonial texts call this plant "Indian hemp" and say it is superior to actual hemp. Likewise what few resources I can find on Native American textile plants, list dogbane as one of the main ones.
So I gather the dogbane. It is astonishingly strong, fragrant when you handle it, and beating the fibers is loads of fun, just a great way to blow off steam. The fibers range in color from almost pearly white to cream to peach to beautiful shades of orange and copper, and have a lovely sheen to them.
After I've beaten the fibers and gotten them to mostly separate I tease them out with my fingers and scrape out all the remaining little bits of bark, and pull them through a plastic comb until the soft and lustrous fibers are separated and all that's left is some nubby bits of lint.
The last picture is what it looks like after combing and cleaning. The color looks more washed-out than it is for real because of my white lamp.
These fibers weren't quite as well-processed so the end result was kind of rough and scraggly, but I experimented by making some string:
All I used to spin it was a stick with a notch in the top so I could twist with my fingers, holding the other end of the stick steady and pulling the strand back towards myself. Whenever I finished a little more I would just loop it over the bend in the top of the stick and keep going.
The other fiber I've been experimenting with is milkweed seed fluff. This one is an interesting one because it was the first material I became interested in spinning, and the first I experimented with to the point of making a yarn. It took a long time to figure it out, I have quite a bit of single-strand seed fluff yarn now, and intend to spin this into a three-ply yarn to make it strong.
I was so happy! My first yarn! Spun with nothing but a stick. It's delicate but it holds together and handles being unwound and rewound just fine, and I think making a 2 or 3 ply yarn would make it pretty workable.
So imagine my surprise when I begin reading about textile arts and the possible uses of the plants i'm working with, and learn that spinning milkweed seed fluff is impossible?
Milkweed bast fiber has been used, like the dogbane bast fiber, but according to the internet, spinning the seed fluffs into yarn is something that cannot be done, because they are too short, smooth, and fragile. Many have tried! It doesn't work!
That was news to me.
As I read more about spinning the more conventional plant fibers, though, I consider what a deep knowledge humankind has cultivated of the ways of wool and flax and cotton, and think...is my total lack of knowledge about spinning yarn, the reason I was able to spin the milkweed fluffs?
Normal people would have armed themselves with the proper tools for undertaking a new activity, but I didn't even bother to look up what I was doing, because MacGyvering cool stuff out of materials from nature you can find anywhere outside is basically half my personality at this point, and makes me feel unreasonably powerful. As a result, I made a technological approach to spinning yarn that was designed specially for the challenges of spinning milkweed seed fluffs, and only later realized that 1) this is not a normal way to spin yarn and 2) i'm not supposed to be able to spin this stuff at all.
And it's because I came at it backwards. Instead of trying to use existing technology to spin milkweed fluffs, I became determined to spin milkweed fluffs and developed my technique based on what would work to do that, without any knowledge of what I was "supposed" to be doing.
If I had been normal about it and thought "Hmm, I should buy the right tools to do this" or even thought "Hmm, I should start with fibers that are usually used to make clothes" this would not have happened.
I'm coming at everything backwards: instead of "Where can I purchase Thing I Want To Work With?" it's "What does Nature provide, and what cool stuff can I do with it?"
I didn't even set out to work with textile materials. It's just that the plants kept giving me textile materials. This hobby absolutely snuck up on me out of nowhere this was not my idea
People have had success blending milkweed fluffs with other stuff, so I'm going to try to blend it with the dogbane next! I am fully going to go all the way and make like clothes or bags or blankets out of this stuff. There is no turning back for me, the euphoria of creation and the profound wisdom of the plants have inflicted a fascination with my task.
Galdrakver (‘Little Book Of Magic’) The ‘Little Book Of Magic’ is a seventeenth-century Icelandic manuscript, written on animal skin and containing magical staves, sigils, prayers, charms and related texts.
It is known to have once been owned by Icelandic Bishop Hannes Finnson who was alive from 1739 until 1796 and known for having a vast library containing many volumes of magic related texts and manuscripts. Full manuscript here.
Hekate holding two torches and dancing in front of an altar, beyond which is a cult statue. The whole figure and face of the goddess was once covered with gold foil, while the little floating cloak was red. Attic black-glazed oinochoe, ca. 350–300 BC. From Capua, Italy.
DAY 011/365 One of my oldest OC for the Eldritcheim project has been Hellebora, big beefy woman in a pact with an eldritch god which seems to be very onesided. So she does their bidding until she find a way to punch that giant eyeball asshole.
Volcanic eruption on the edge of town in Iceland
January 14th update.
Early this morning a crack opened up in the earth and lava started to spill out. This wasn't entirely unexpected but it's placement is the worst case scenario for a lot of people.
You, like the people who live in Grindavík, can watch the slow flow of molten earth towards the town live, on webcams that cover the area from a few angles, on either of these two links. Remember, these are people's homes, so, while bearing witness to nature's wrath is something we may want to do, know you're doing it along side the very people whose homes those are. Don't be a ghoul. Link 1 - Icelandic national broadcast
Link 2 - Morgunblaðið
Now let me go back a couple of days and cover some preamble.
A group of people have been working hard, building a low protective wall (think sandbagging but for lava, not water) and trying to fill in the massive crack in the earth in the Icelandic town of Grindavík when one of them went missing. His tools were spotted down the crack, but after a few days of searching, the authorities gave up on finding him. He's presumed dead, swallowed whole by the earth. This is the first death associated with the situation.
When the crack opened this morning it opened across the protective barrier they had been working on. Some effort was made to try and get the expensive machinery out, making several people watching on live feeds very very nervous, as the lava started running on both sides of this little barrier. A clear black split in the bright red heat of molten rock in the dark winter morning. No machines and no (more) workers were lost, but fear rose quickly. If the lava split the barrier then what of the town?
Before the question could even be asked "officially" enough to start formulating a swift answer, a second smaller tear in the earth opened on the town's side of the wall, far closer to the nearest street, the nearest home, than the previous larger crack.
People who had been struck with fear and a panicked hope that Something could be done to protect their homes watched as that hope was swiftly set ablaze.
The search for the missing man stopped just the day before yesterday, so this has been very quick, and while the previous situation was marked with repeated and intense earthquakes and a tiny spillage of lava that lasted less than a day, this was almost gentle. People didn't get a buildup of warning as pressure rose and the ground readied itself to spill forth it's contents, not the way they did before. It seems the pressure release of December just wasn't enough for a notable difference. The town of Grindavík stands empty right now. No one is in there, waiting for the slow flowing doom. But these are still people's homes. Everyone's been evacuated, but almost everyone had been hoping, and had begun waiting, to go HOME. They are watching this now. Wondering if their home will even exist tomorrow.
This is expected to be the worst volcanic event in Iceland since the eruption in Heimaey where a large portion of the settlement was entirely lost.
We rebuilt then and odds are we'll rebuild now, but everyone who's ever lost anything close to this degree knows that no matter how well you rebuild, no matter what well you replace what you've lost, what's lost is still Lost.
So, be kind, don't be a ghoul, and maybe take the moment to respect the fierce power of the earth we all have such tendency to take for granted, and be reminded of how even in places of peace, human life both physical and metaphorical, is so very, very, very fragile, that we should be treating it gently and not as disposable.
And if you want to donate to help the people of Grindavík, I suggest you donate to help the people of Palestine instead, or to a Transgender charity, or to any other people who are face man-made horrors instead. Your kindness is wonderful, but while this is a fucking disaster, it's one Iceland's familiar with, and it's only natural. You can't counterbalance mother earth, but you can counterbalance your fellow man.
Annum novum faustum felicem vobis!
Wishing you a happy and prosperous New Year!
On January 1, ancient Romans honored Janus, the deity who looks both backwards and forwards - as do Roman polytheists today. Janus also presides over doorways (januae) and archways (jani) and, by extension, all beginnings and endings, and transitions.
As the gate-keeper of Olympus, Janus permits the prayers of mortals to pass into the divine realm so as to be heard by the gods, for which reason he is invoked at the beginning and end of all prayers and religious rituals.
Small gifts, called strena, were often distributed by Romans on the first day of January, especially dried fruit, honey, and small coins, especially coins bearing the image of Janus.
Traditional offerings to Janus include dried bay leaves, incense (especially bay) , bread, honey, wine or grape juice, and the flowers of Capparis spinosa, the caper bush, also called Finder’s Rose, a perennial plant commonly found in Mediterranean countries, East Africa, the Pacific Islands, Central Asia, and Australia.
Libum, a sweet cake, was a popular (and delicious!) household offering to Janus and the other gods - and it’s very easy to make!
Libum cake recipe with U.S. measurements: https://www.sensibus.com/deli/recipes/libum-bread-recipe-back-romans
Libum cake recipe with European measurements: https://www.flickr.com/photos/carolemage/31575704592/
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Image info:
Janus Bifrons (two faces), Roman marble bust. Collection of the Vatican Museums, Vatican City, Italy.
Photo by Leon Reed, 2012.
Image source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Le_buste_de_Janus.jpg
Image license: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 International
Background from this image: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:VII.16.17-22_Pompeii._December_2007._Wall_painting_from_centre_of_north_wall,_with_a_young_semi-nude_Maenad_handing_a_bunch_of_grapes_to_a_young_Dionysius..jpg
Image license: Public domain.
Remix:
I removed the background from and adjusted the color of the the photo of the Janus bust. I removed the painting of the maenad and Dionysus, cloned the marble to fill in the gap, and darkened the marble slightly. Then I centered the Janus bust on the marble and added bokeh.
The old gods.
Older than the Asir and iron swords and Spears.
Older than the Vanir and bronze sheilds and farming hands.
Back before the hammer, when the stone ax struck fear.
Back in the days of stone and blod.
Names forgotten, meanings forgotten, myths forgotten. Formless beings, whos form is all we have not forgotten.
The old ones.
Or just go to browse and hang out! I promise it will be inspiring :)
It’s also a lot easier to do research in a library; sure, it’s one thing to have internet access, but it’s another to have wifi access to databases and books on the topic an approximate two minute walk away.
“…Hekate, with a torch in her hands, met Demeter, and spoke to her and told her news: ‘Queenly Demeter, bringer of seasons and giver of good gifts, what god of heaven or what mortal man has rapt away Persephone and pierced with sorrow your dear heart? For I heard her voice, yet saw not with my eyes who it was. But I tell you truly and shortly all I know.’
So, then, said Hekate. And the daughter of rich-haired Rhea answered her not, but sped swiftly with her, holding flaming torches in her hands.”
-Homeric Hymn to Demeter
Stregheria symbols. Italian Witchcraft
PLEASE NO. NONONONONONONONO. Let’s avoid Fake Italian Witchcraft and Grimassi Fake Stregheria, please!
I’m sorry mr. Gardner, I didn’t want to offend you, nor I wanted to offend any wiccan. But yes, I wanted to offend Fakegheria. Fakegheria, or Stregheria according to Raven Grimassi: let’s add some Italian misspelled name to Wicca and let’s pretend it’s “Real, Authentic Italian Witchcraft”.
Thank you, @elegantshapeshifter! Only the fact that this “stregheria” crap is not translated into Italian should be quite telling, imo.
Those characters and their “symbolism” were invented no earlier than the late 1990s, and they were invented in the USA, by someone who, unless I am mistaken, have never even been to Italy.
This is beyond cultural appropriation, it is plain fraudulent. If you love your nonna and the hardship that brought her to your country, stay away from “stregheria”.
Dang, I don’t have much nice to say about Gardner, either, to tell the truth! *lol*
Yeah, even the name “Stregheria” has little sense. It’s just the ancient Italian name for Witchcraft. Stregheria is the feminine, it’s “the witch" (strega) “’s thing” (eria). Stregoneria, the word that is used today for witchcraft, uses the masculine form, so it’s “the warlock” (stregone) “‘s thing” (eria). So it’s not something different, it’s just the old way to tell Witchcraft.
But Witchcraft *never* was a single tradition in Italy. Every region had different spirits: the Sicilian witches’s Major Spirits were the Donne di Fuori (Ladies from Outside), with a chief, the Fairy Queen or Major Fairy; while the northern witches went with the Lady of the Game; while in Tuscany there were Diana and Herodias, while in Rome there was Herodias alone; etc. He talks about Janarra, Fanarra and Tanarra as 3 different traditions, but it’s not true at all. Janara (and not Janarra) is the dialectal name of the witch in Campania (a southern Italian region), where there is the Benevento Walnut Tree, whose folklore is connected with both Godàn (the Longobard variation of Odin/Wotan), the Egyptian Goddess Isis (which was popular in the region in pre-Christian times), the Roman Goddess Diana (where the name of the Janara comes from) and the Goddess Hekate (which survived under the folklore character of the Zucculara who wandered on the crossroads).
He popularized the idea that Aradia was the name of a woman, Aradia de’ Toscano (how could a real person be called like a region!?! Tuscany, in this case), who unified the witches of all Italy rebuilding the Diana’s temple in Nemi (but there is no trace of such rebuilding!). In reality Aradia is a regional variation of the name “Herodias” (exactly like it happened in Sardinia - where she was called Araja - and Romania - where she was called Arada and Irodeasa), which was considered, in medieval times, a character connected to Diana, and a Goddess-like character. A spirit, not a human. Probably Diana and Aradia/Herodias were seen as Mother-and-Daughter because of the connection with Herodias and Salomè, which were mother and daughter in the Christian myth. The connection between Diana and the witches appears in 906 CE, in Canon Episcopi, and later Herodias was associated with Diana:
“certain wicked women, turned back toward Satan, seduced by demonic illusions and phantasms, believe of themselves and profess to ride upon certain beasts in the nighttime hours, with Diana, the Goddess of the Pagans, (or with Herodias) and an innumerable multitude of women, and to traverse great spaces of earth in the silence of the dead of night, and to be subject to her laws as of a Lady, and on fixed nights be called to her service.”
However, the Canon Episcopi said that these were “demonic illusions and phantasms". So, during the witch-hunts, in order not to go in contradiction with an ecclesiastical paper and in order to allow the hunts, some priests said that while the “old witches”, described in the Canon, were just deluded women, a “new sect of witches” did satanical/pagan activity in real life, physically.
Raven Grimassi uses this justification in order to say that Aradia de’ Toscano created a new sect of witches. Obviously it’s nonsense.
Herodias/Aradia is a Goddess, she wasn’t a human.
Stregheria symbols. Italian Witchcraft
PLEASE NO. NONONONONONONONO. Let’s avoid Fake Italian Witchcraft and Grimassi Fake Stregheria, please!
I’m sorry mr. Gardner, I didn’t want to offend you, nor I wanted to offend any wiccan. But yes, I wanted to offend Fakegheria. Fakegheria, or Stregheria according to Raven Grimassi: let’s add some Italian misspelled name to Wicca and let’s pretend it’s “Real, Authentic Italian Witchcraft”.
Thank you, @elegantshapeshifter! Only the fact that this “stregheria” crap is not translated into Italian should be quite telling, imo.
Those characters and their “symbolism” were invented no earlier than the late 1990s, and they were invented in the USA, by someone who, unless I am mistaken, have never even been to Italy.
This is beyond cultural appropriation, it is plain fraudulent. If you love your nonna and the hardship that brought her to your country, stay away from “stregheria”.
Dang, I don’t have much nice to say about Gardner, either, to tell the truth! *lol*
Yeah, even the name “Stregheria” has little sense. It’s just the ancient Italian name for Witchcraft. Stregheria is the feminine, it’s “the witch" (strega) “’s thing” (eria). Stregoneria, the word that is used today for witchcraft, uses the masculine form, so it’s “the warlock” (stregone) “‘s thing” (eria). So it’s not something different, it’s just the old way to tell Witchcraft.
But Witchcraft *never* was a single tradition in Italy. Every region had different spirits: the Sicilian witches’s Major Spirits were the Donne di Fuori (Ladies from Outside), with a chief, the Fairy Queen or Major Fairy; while the northern witches went with the Lady of the Game; while in Tuscany there were Diana and Herodias, while in Rome there was Herodias alone; etc. He talks about Janarra, Fanarra and Tanarra as 3 different traditions, but it’s not true at all. Janara (and not Janarra) is the dialectal name of the witch in Campania (a southern Italian region), where there is the Benevento Walnut Tree, whose folklore is connected with both Godàn (the Longobard variation of Odin/Wotan), the Egyptian Goddess Isis (which was popular in the region in pre-Christian times), the Roman Goddess Diana (where the name of the Janara comes from) and the Goddess Hekate (which survived under the folklore character of the Zucculara who wandered on the crossroads).
He popularized the idea that Aradia was the name of a woman, Aradia de’ Toscano (how could a real person be called like a region!?! Tuscany, in this case), who unified the witches of all Italy rebuilding the Diana’s temple in Nemi (but there is no trace of such rebuilding!). In reality Aradia is a regional variation of the name “Herodias” (exactly like it happened in Sardinia - where she was called Araja - and Romania - where she was called Arada and Irodeasa), which was considered, in medieval times, a character connected to Diana, and a Goddess-like character. A spirit, not a human. Probably Diana and Aradia/Herodias were seen as Mother-and-Daughter because of the connection with Herodias and Salomè, which were mother and daughter in the Christian myth. The connection between Diana and the witches appears in 906 CE, in Canon Episcopi, and later Herodias was associated with Diana:
“certain wicked women, turned back toward Satan, seduced by demonic illusions and phantasms, believe of themselves and profess to ride upon certain beasts in the nighttime hours, with Diana, the Goddess of the Pagans, (or with Herodias) and an innumerable multitude of women, and to traverse great spaces of earth in the silence of the dead of night, and to be subject to her laws as of a Lady, and on fixed nights be called to her service.”
However, the Canon Episcopi said that these were “demonic illusions and phantasms". So, during the witch-hunts, in order not to go in contradiction with an ecclesiastical paper and in order to allow the hunts, some priests said that while the “old witches”, described in the Canon, were just deluded women, a “new sect of witches” did satanical/pagan activity in real life, physically.
Raven Grimassi uses this justification in order to say that Aradia de’ Toscano created a new sect of witches. Obviously it’s nonsense.
Herodias/Aradia is a Goddess, she wasn’t a human.
Reportedly, a witch promises to impose a curse on those who are littering in the Rostov city park. She warns that she is going to make voodoo dolls out of the garbage found in the park.
Controversial Truths About Ancient Egypt Masterpost
The pyramids were built by contemporary workers who received wages and were fed and taken care of during construction
The Dendera “lightbulb” is a representation of the creation myth and has nothing to do with electricity
We didn’t find “““copper wiring””” in the great pyramid either
Hatshepsut wasn’t transgender
The gods didn’t actually have animal heads
Hieroglyphs aren’t mysteriously magical; they’re just a language (seriously we have shopping lists and work rosters and even ancient erotica)
The ancient Egyptian ethnicity wasn’t homogeneous
Noses (and ears, and arms) broke off statues and reliefs for a variety of reasons, none of which are “there is a widespread archaeological conspiracy to hide the Egyptian ethnicity”
The carvings at Abydos aren’t modern machines but recarvings over old carvings. Sure they look like them but if you can read hieroglyphs and know that Ramesses II will even usurp the carvings of his own father just to be a little shit
‘No soot on the ceilings and walls of the Dendera temple!’ is actually because of extensive restoration works and not because Egyptians were in on shit like Baghdad “batteries”
While the Egyptians were fine-ass astronomers they didn’t align any of their enormous and/or important buildings to modern star constellations, because constellations look very different now than they did ~5000 years ago
The pyramid is the simplest, sturdiest shape with which to build and many different cultures discovered this in their own time. There were never any weird fish humans/aliens involved
The sphinx of Gizah is only an approximate 5000 years old; the 10,000 year/rain erosion nonsense is proven hokum
Speaking of that particular sphinx, the Napoleonic expedition is not responsible for its missing nose
Akhenaten was not a “heretic” by contemporary standards
Ramses II appropriated a lot of his predecessors’ buildings/reliefs and isn’t really deserving of the epithet “the Great”
The Battle of Kadesh ended in a stalemate (twice)
While they had feline deities throughout their history, Egyptians didn’t actually worship cats themselves. This was a later Greek/Ptolemaeic addition
It was not, in fact, practice to shave off eyebrows after cats died; Herodotus lied about that
Herodotus lied about a lot of things and many misconceptions about ancient Egypt can be traced back to his Greek ass
I can’t believe I forgot my favourite Hill to Die On
Seth was not the god of “evil”, and despite his chaos providing a foil to order, he wasn’t completely villified until very late in Egyptian history, when he became associated with despised foreign enemies
Hats off to the few of you who’re reblogging this with tags saying you’re going to check my claims later. You make me not entirely despair of this hellhole.
Here are some vetted Egyptological books/sources (that are by and large appropriate for a lay-audience) you can find most, if not all of the above:
Lehner, M., The Complete Pyramids
Wilkinson, R. H., The Complete Temples of Ancient Egypt
Hornung, E., The One and the Many: Conceptions of God in Ancient Egypt
Dunand, F. & Zivie-Coche, C., Gods and Men in Egypt
Kemp, B., Ancient Egypt: Anatomy of a Civilization
Bard, K., An Introduction to the Archaeology of Ancient Egypt
Stevenson Smith, W., The Art and Architecture of Ancient Egypt
Kitchen, K. A., The Life and Times of Ramesses II, King of Egypt
Sweeney, D., Sex and Gender (in Ancient Egypt)
McDowell, A. G., Village Life in Ancient Egypt: Laundry Lists and Love Songs
Te Velde, H., Seth, God of Confusion
Guys do me a solid and reblog this version instead of continuously asking for sources on the other versions thanks
Any of you guys confirm some of this? I already knew about Set.
Confirmed in general.
The animal heads thing I won’t give any comment on and Akhenaten is debatable or not depending on which standards are meant as modern @bakenmut-the-tired-vulture
And I bet my reblog will either not happen or be deleted when noticed.
to my depressed witches out there
you’re not alone
this doesnt make you weak
does not invalidate your magic
you are a tremendous force of nature
you are a universe
and i love you.
(now go take your meds, seek help. I am here to listen in case there’s no one. I believe you)