#summerlands

[unsalted-thoughts]

TUE AUTUMN SPIRIT HATH COME AND THE SUMMERLANDS ARE NO MORE

REVEL IN OUR VICTORY, TAKE SHELTER FROM THE ONCOMING WINTER BUT KNOW,

WE HAVE WON AND THE DECAYING LEAVES PLAY THEIR TRIUMPHANT TUNE

[greenpanda-basicfakewitch]

Lore | Summer Lands

 [Source]

Some people mistakenly believe Summerland is the Wiccan word for 'Heaven', but that wouldn't quite be accurate—at least not in terms of the Judeo-Christian Heaven.

Some Wiccans who believe in life after death believe there is another plane of existence—the spirit world, which exists behind 'the veil', where spirits go to rest and reunite after death. Summerland is just a common name for the spirit world—though no one really knows what it might be like.

Some imagine it like the afterlife portrayed in Robin William's film, What Dreams May Come or the 'Nexus' in the film Star Trek: Generations. You essentially create your own reality there, and it becomes what you want it to be—you can look how you want to look and be with whomever you want to be with at any time. There's a bit of a caveat there—be careful of how you think; a negative, pessimistic soul could easily turn his own afterlife into his own personal 'hell'.

Others see it a little more literally as a beautiful rest stop; a regular Elysian Fields where everyone—the good and the bad—go to take stock of their lives before moving on to a new incarnation.

[jade-the-spade-17]

TIL that Zac Efron, before his breakout in High School Musical, was in a show called Summerland where he played the boyfriend of one of the leads. I don’t know what happens past the plot summary, but if it was the only way to get this image, then I’ll take it.

[jonny5fefrenzy]

Erastil, Old Deadeye, Stag God, Estig the Hunter; Pathfinder's LawfulGood deity of hunting, family, farming, and trade.

his religion dates back to when small human farming communities and hunter-gatherers prayed to him for bountiful harvests and successful hunts. Erastil leads his followers by example and good deeds rather than flowery rhetoric.

Erastil teaches his followers to embrace traditional and simpler ways of life, free of the constraints of modern civilization.

(his regular deer-headed depiction was a little dopey and didn't translate well to Heroforge, so I found a different one that was better. 😅)

[thesillygoose3000]

Is this an actual illustration? Holy shit. I can't believe I actually finished something.

Heath is enjoying himself on stage 😊

[the-fae-folk]

The First Glimpse

Sunlight filtered in through the darkness as if it were merely dense storm clouds. They were nearing the edge of the Summerlands. Ardri had at last fallen to the back of the group, no longer having the heart to keep asking the King of Summer questions when they were so obviously painful. Andy had taken the opportunity to ask questions of his own, comparing what he remembered of Faerie Folklore to what he learned from the King. At the moment they were discussing the topic of Sympathetic Magic and the King was looking far happier than he had before. Oliver on the other hand was beginning to look quite bored and had fallen back to walk with Sam and Ardri, and after listening to the scholarly conversation for a bit, Ellie had joined them with an equally bored expression. “What is the matter?” Ardri asked Oliver with a teasing smile. “Not enjoying your first visit to a Faerie country?” Oliver scowled and mumbled something about it being too dark to see anything. and what was the point anyway? Ardri laughed at him. “Come now, don’t be like that. It isn’t the best our world has to offer, but this emptiness only lies upon the Summerlands, once we are beyond the border you shall see what the Deep Woods is really like. See? Look there, I can see a bit of the sky!” They all stared at the place where a little hint of blue was just visible and Ellie offered that she though she could see what might be part of a cloud. After a moment Sam turned back to Ardri. “You said the Deep Woods like it was a name. What do you mean?” Ardri blinked at him in confusion, hadn’t he already explained this on the first day of meeting them? “Well,” he said, trying to think of the clearest way to define what the Deep Woods were. “You have a normal forest in your world. The trees are young and the forest itself is finite. It has a clear end and a beginning. You might run into wild animals or find a few strange plants, but its very rare to find something that doesn’t challenge the way most humans see the world.” “But in Faerie things are a bit different. Here the forests are all one. An endless ocean of trees that stretches past every horizon. It’s so big that it covers most of our world, adapting to different climates and geography yet still connected to the whole. The trees are old and remember much that is nearly forgotten, and things that are strange or frightening even to us lurk in the deepest glens. There are many peoples who make their homes here as well, and the Seasonal Courts hold some of the biggest lands under their rule. But unlike human forests, even where the Deep Wood ends...it doesn’t always. It’s sort of like a sea with high and low tides. Sometimes the edge extends further and reaches places you would never expect, other times it retreats and reveals things long thought lost. It even intrudes upon the human world sometimes. Connecting to ordinary forests, deep caves under the earth, dark alleys in cities, and other far stranger places you might never expect to suddenly find a forest.” They hung upon his words with fascination. Oliver opened his mouth, no doubt to ask a question about how the woods could intrude on places like cities when it wasn’t even next to a human city but in a different world, when Ellie interrupted. “Look!” she cried. They all looked in the direction she was pointing excitedly, even Andy and the King paused in their conversation to see what was happening. At the very edge of the Summerlands the void and darkness that crushed against the world was not endless, and now they were close enough to see what lay beyond. Through the gloom Sam, Andy, and Oliver caught their first glimpse at one of Faerie’s wonders. A mountain rose before them, its peaks reaching towards the endless blue of the sky, and its base greener than anything they could ever remember from home. There was a kind of path that they could see led up into the heights, and little structures, almost like shrines, were built along the road as it wound up into the clouds that drifted among the peaks and vanished from sight.

[nonbinary-weirdo]

Celtic pagans: We go to the Summerlands after we die!

Me: Cant there be another afterlife with no summer?

Norse pagans: we have a winter goddess called Skadi

Me: WAKE SKADI!

[just-wanna-travel]

Summerlands, Australia