Oct 6, 2024
"[B]ut their dead bodies had told their secrets in dreams to the first men, who formed a cult which had never died..."
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"[B]ut their dead bodies had told their secrets in dreams to the first men, who formed a cult which had never died..."
Because it's that time again.
This arrived today!
So, of course this arrived in Hanging Town on a Wednesday. No. 22 of 72 of the limited Fine Editions of GOETIC ATAVISMS has arrived in my grubby little hands and look, both Standard Hardback and Paperback will contain the words of Frater's Acher & UD & I and the art of Jose Sabogal, so while folks won't get the slipcase, or binding, one can see how awesome the art is.
In light of yesterdays coronation, I think we should make you the anti-monarch of albion, and anoint you by the unbroken power of the headkvlt retinue/holy spirit? I like the idea of having a bearded bardic madman as a figure of antiauthority. You could even bring back the deerkult, then promptly antiabdicate as the horned quadrupeds emerge like a sea of holy light from the primal cavernous groves and stangs, standing stones to restore order. Or something. You seem very qualified, my two cents.
Heh. I'm no leader. That said: heavy is the head that wears the crown - it's why we cut it off. Prophecy comes best from the severed head/headless
New chemical analysis of iron age skulls confirms the grisly practice, referred to in ancient texts
"They were fearsome warriors who cut off the heads of their enemies and displayed them for all to see, bringing them back from battle hanging around their horses’ necks. But now research has confirmed that the Gauls did not merely sever the heads of their foes, they appear to have embalmed them to boot.
Experts say they have found traces of conifer resins on the remains of skulls discovered at the iron age settlement of Le Cailar in the south of France – a discovery they say backs up ancient reports that the Celtic Gauls preserved their grisly trophies.
“In fact the ancient texts told about us the head [being] embalmed with cedar oil … thanks to our chemical analysis we know that this information is right,” said Réjane Roure, co-author of the study from Paul Valéry University of Montpellier.
Previous finds at other sites have included a sculpture of a mounted warrior, not only with sword and spear but a head slung around the neck of the horse, while the gruesome practice is also noted in a number of ancient texts, and supported by discoveries of human skulls with marks of decapitation, and even nails inside them."
PROOF OF LIFE 26TH NOVEMBER 2017 Looking like a Certain Kind of Severed Head.
PDF | This article explores practices of processing, displaying, and depositing human and animal crania in built environments and wetlands i
This paper argues that societies of the long Iron Age of Scandinavia were particularly preoccupied with heads and skulls. This preoccupation is evident through infrequent but persistent traces of the removal, reworking, display, and meticulous treatment of cranial remains. Heads were deposited in domestic space, wetlands, in at least one instance carved with runes, and required separate treatment in mortuary body processing. The attention afforded crania across domains implies a multifaceted yet significant charge surrounding heads through deep time. This paper explores an eclectic series of objects, sites, and events as examples of what Meskell (2008, 373) has termed headedness, ‘a particular tension surrounding heads, head removal and circulation’. The idea of headedness is developed in a broader engagement through the concepts of personhood and atmosphere. Focusing particularly on skull deposition in built environments, I enquire: how did practices of reworking bodies into depositional objects simultaneously transform persons and places in Iron and Viking Age Scandinavia?
What is an odinsman?
Odinsman (n): A neologism for a follower, honourer, or worshipper of the being/deity who goes under the byname Óðinn (anglicized as Odin) in Norse myth. Often referring to one who identifies as male, though sometimes used gender-neutrally depending on personal taste.The term often refers to those for whom the relationship is especially meaningful, including those where he is the primary object of veneration and cultus (usually amongst others in a polytheistic context, but sometimes henotheistically). May also indicate one who has sworn an oath (but not necessarily )to follow that god, or is connected by some form of relationship which is integral to the life and practice of an individual.Gender-differential terms may also include Odinswoman, or Odinsperson.It’s a term I use to distance myself from the somewhat fraught term of “Odinist” which has frequently been used with racist or white supremacist connotations, whilst still expressing my relationship to Odin.What is that relationship? Somewhere between Grandfather-as-ancestor, mentor, partner in crime, role-model ( the latter which I acknowledge as deeply...problematic, but hey, he’s the Ur-Wizard) boss, leader.He’s the Captain.captain (n.)late 14c., capitayn, "a leader, chief, one who stands at the head of others," from Old French capitaine "captain, leader," from Late Latin capitaneus "chief," noun use of adjective capitaneus "prominent, chief," from Latin caput (genitive capitis) "head" (from PIE root *kaput- "head").He’s the Head Man. He’s the Terrible, Awe-inspiring One, who sings and screams the Mysteries of the queer and the strange and the dead; who whispers in my marrow and makes my veins and arteries burst into the corpse-light of blood and honey, the ichor of burnished gold which lets poets grant immortality to heroes.He’s the one who sends me Down-and-Into the Mound, and Calls Me Up to soar, to hunt and devour sublime and awful Mysteries as I bleed.(It’s not only seeresses he does it to)
What god?
What god Does now trespass on the fringes Of awareness?
Sly extension of foot So fleet and strong of sinew Disturbs the garden
Steps light in heated darkness Glides through viridian perfumes Seeking scarlet flowers
Soothing jaguar roar Into the rumble of pleased thunder As the hunters entwine themselves
About his calves Full of feline grace and serpent’s wisdom Fang forever embedded in his heel
What god has such sight? What god has such steps That brings forth from such soil all unknown? Coming forth aye Forth and following With mouth aflame
The Nameless God of Names - Akephalos! He who stirs the magician’s oracle Enlivens the anointed In frenzied baptism The severed head With gory ashen locks a-writhing Cries out forever: AŌTH ABRAŌTH BASYM ISAK SABAŌTH IAŌ.