The Three Fates They Spin Your Thread – More of Adrian’s Ancient Greek Myth Collection

The Three Fates They Spin Your Thread – More of Adrian’s Ancient Greek Myth Collectionttfs.jpg

Erebus the deep dark which is shadow is in union constantly with that which is Night and from this long intertwining long ago there came three beings; the Fates. night.jpgNight has spawned us many more beings as we all know but none so beautiful, so powerful, so timeless and old. Even before Erebus and even before there was Night some say then there were the Fates; Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos the conjoined. For they are the death aspect of HER. They are the Triple Goddess. They are the Moon Goddess. They are the Goddess.moon g.jpg Some may say her name, think that they dare and remain to be right. And if that name they spoke for the Fates; the Triple Moon Goddess in her death aspect it may be the word that they say would be Athene. So some say.athene ana 01 edit

Of the three conjoined begot by Erebus in Night Atropos is the smallest and Atropos is the most terrible.

Feel now for the white linen thread trailing behind as you go, for it connects you to life and it is her who watches this where you cannot see. It is her who chooses the moment that you are only dimly aware will happen one day. Though perhaps it will be night when Atropos decides. Perhaps tonight.

Before all of that there is the moment of your arrival, spinning upon a thread which you will follow as you will lead it through.spin.jpg For Clotho spun you; every incident of you.

Year by year is stretched across the rod to be counted, moment by moment even, until your line is set, this your length of thread is laid by Lachesis who has decided how long you exist.measure.jpg

It is Atropos who cuts. She determines in the end and you descend, or float at her attending.

cut.jpgAll is pre-set.

Oh how the younger gods laugh at this.

For Zeus the mighty Zeus has spoken, claiming supremacy for his sovereignty. The ruler of all, the father of all, the ruler of fate and the ruler of the Three Fates. Ruler of all.

How the Three Fates laugh.ttfs

“I am the father of the Fates!”z 03.jpg

The people of Delphi, at least, accepted his mastery of fate, supremacy; Lachesis no longer acknowledged there in their temples.

Some say Zeus was their father and Themis was their mother. He wasn’t the father though, no one could accept or swallow that. They were before even he.

 

 

 

 

Oh how the Three Fates laugh.

The Three Fates hold the power over all.ttfs

Younger gods, however, they say Zeus he weighs out lives in charge of Fates.z3.jpg

The thread of life is spun on Clotho’s spindle, measured by the rod of Lachesis and at its end is snipped by Atropos, Yet Zeus says he can intervene. “Let that one live!”

Oh how the newer gods they laugh.laugh.jpg

Ordinary people they say they resist the Fates; stay in that day, train up to fight, move house, refuse betrothal, dodge the snip. They say they live.oski away 01.jpg

Oh how the younger gods laugh.laugh

These gods they talk of when the Fates were fooled, unsealed, when Apollo tricked them got them drinking,maenad solo.jpg “Come relax, enjoy; eternity is a very long time.” Admetus was saved, or so they say. And…

How the young gods laugh.laugh

Once when the Pythian Priestess danced she danced into a trance, an oracular trance, what she confessed the listener entranced.trance.jpg Not his children after all, the Fates are from the long before, are parthenogenous. The Fates they sprang from Necessity, the ancient Goddess Necessity she saw the

Three Fates flying from her. Long long before. There is more, if they are from before, then Great God Zeus must answer to them; dangle on their very whim.

Oh how the Three Fates laugh now.ttfs

The folks in Delphi worship only two Fates; Birth and Death. In Athens Aphrodite Urania is the oldest of the three, the Eldest of the Fates; the Nymph-goddess to which the sacred king was sacrificed eons back at summer solstice. The people of Athens know Urania means queen of the mountains, the Delphinians know this too. They are but the some who say, the some who say the thing some say. Not us who listened to the dancing Priestess who informed us of the Mother of the Fates, Necessity for she is the strong Fate, not even any Gods contend her. So Zeus must answer.z 01.jpg

Oh how the Three Fates laugh now.ttfs

So Athens says there are three fates, Delphi they say two fates, Dancing Priestess tells us there are four, three are born of one and all the four of them become the Three Fates. Let that be how it is explained.

And yes, the Three Fates laugh.ttfs

Is it myth that makes the threads flow from us taken from the habit of the swaddling clothes, for they are marked with symbols and sigils; ancestry and family are marked upon the bandages of birth to place the babe within its place for all the rest of its life, to seal its fate.swaddle.jpg Or are the babies swaddled because we know the Fates will thread us from behind and we label / swaddle to show we loyally are of similar mind.fred Then though perhaps the Three Fates send the ancestry bandages right after they have cast the thread which is our life?

Family and clan names are things for humans in their mere humanness and that is mortal, Gods and Fates however have their other ways of being from the past and future. Take the Fates, the Three Fates; they are the Triple Moon Goddess of Necessity; Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos as Birth and Death of Delphi,  Aphrodite Urania Athenian Nymph-goddess royal of the mountains. Hence their white robes and linen thread, Spinner, Measurer and Unavoidable sacred are they as Isis. The Pariae, the Ancient Ones, the Three Fates are the three Danaids; with three Rhodes’ cities named for them, Linda, Cameira and Ialysa, formerly Linodeousa (binder with linen, Catamerizousa (sharer out), Ialemistria (wailing woman). Yes they are the Telchines; the enchanters ie the Triple Moon Goddess Danae. Yes, they are the Moerae, if we moera-out (share out) the phases we have the three beings and the three moon times:moons.jpg

The new, the maiden-goddess of the spring, the first period of the year.

The full moon, the nymph-goddess of the summer, the second period.

The old moon, the crone goddess of autumn, the last period.

The trees reflect these phases in their needs and growth and character, and the Fates embrace the trees and feed us knowledge through them.tree.jpg

Take you sickle cut the twigs from tree type, tree type, till the echoes of the moon time spell the letters of your learning. God Hermes knew the power of the Fates and assisted in the alphabet of trees. The alphabet of trees is the alphabet of sharing is the alphabet of seasons is the alphabet of everything.sickle

And from that alphabet came everything, for Hermes with them helped them shape us, gave us astronomy, scales musical, pugilism, synchronised physicality, mass and distance. They also brought us the cultivation of the olive tree.olive.jpg

These are they, the Three Fates who give us opportunity, the chances life brings, and so much more, they bring us powerful gifts, even love making, like with Aphrodite, she was spinning when they met her, now her life is devoted to love, to widespread love and you may call upon her influence because of the three.moon fairy

Even with death they empower you, send you where you deserve to go, no heroes ever if not for the cutting of the cord to send them homeward, no reincarnating, no freedom from torture, styx.jpgalthough it is true no visits to Hades where one twitters like a bird and gasps for falling blood drops.

Have you wefted and weaved along your thread as best you could or tugged against the pastel way?cut.jpg

They will fight for you if you fight the way of right, they will fight for Gods and you alongside if the enemy is evil. Let the brazen pestles fall upon the head of giants.pestle.jpg Where the evil fall dead because of them the ground will burn forever onwards.

Let them bring fruits of the moment, fleetingly beautiful to empower, or Death-Apple to poison, drink if you will of the juice of such fruits for it is sure that you are pure, pure as the fleeting fruits of the Fates.fruit.jpg

The Three Fates can save you even, if it is unfair that you should die, and if loved ones love you enough and cry enough the Fates will invest a twig with parity with your life, so you will live as long as the twig is unburnt.reeds.jpg

Please them as they please us and gifts can come; eye of perception, tooth of divination, herbal sickle or sacred bag.bag.jpg Wish them well, they will even sing at your wedding.

Other great feasts where the Fates are fawned over is when sheep are with lamb and honey has fermented. There in the open in the Oaken Grove we gather around the altar  for the Three Fates Feast.great feast.jpg

So every year a length of white linen thread is lifted from the great bundle which is your life and this will be your allotment of line for the year ahead, enough to last, yet, if it were to not stretch quite far enough this is because they have decided this is the end for you. You will not know for certain until it is suddenly cut and you fly from the earth. You might want to feel to see how much you think the Fates have given you this year though, feel to see.fred.jpg

For at its end, either the year has ended or you have.ttfs

Recent blogs include from the Greek Myths, Athene , Hermes and Pan.

Behold the God-slayer Typhon – Doom of Zeus – Graphic Novel First Draft

Ales and Tales around York pubs.

and more as the Skald to the Chieftain inspired by Georg and Gudvangen.

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This piece was originally part of my research for a forthcoming graphic novel with artist Tony Lawrence, but for now I felt the Three Fates deserved a blog of thier own. Current artwork for this blog is from myself. This is my interpretation from studying Graves’ Greek Myths and a few bits from the Iliad. Look out for the forthcoming Graphic Novel with Tony: Behold the God-slayer Typhon the Doom of Zeus.

 

 

 

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Gods and Goddesses of the Greek Mythos Continued – Hermes the Babe

Gods and Goddesses of the Greek Mythos Continued – Hermes the Babe

Here is another of my characterisations of Gods and Goddesses; they are actually coming about as I am researching on the Ancient Greek Mythos for a forthcoming download project with amazing artist Tony Lawrence. As I research to gather information on what they look like to help the artist in his depictions if I come across ones with a bit of inspirational story I blog them.

IE Athene, in this case though although it is an interesting storyline the God (if he is a God) Hermes is at best an anti-hero with the historic crimes division after him probably. There are those who leapt from Olympus rather than him turn them to ever staring stone.

Hermes – Cairn-man – Pillar of Stone – Toddler

This man is not a god he is a pillar.image An offspring of gods yet was born as an embodiment of an orgiastic pillar. Dance near him if you dare. Hermes is Priapus the totemistic virtue of a phallic pillar or cairn no less.

His mother was Maia and if there was such a thing as fatherhood back then we would be saying his father was Zeus. Maia met Zeus because she was the daughter of Apollo then afterwards being with child she had a score to settle with her father for mistreatments.[!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]  Gods being gods they grow fast, and Hermes grew fast, very fast, especially in intellect. By seven months he had mastered the bow and invented many things, then Themis gave him nectar and ambrosia of the gods or should that be Nectar of the Gods and Ambrosia of the Gods; and he was ready to   adventure. image.jpgReady for that vengeance from beyond the womb.

He was followed by a gathering band of nymphs they made a wicked wilful travelling party. wild band.jpgHe was befriended by Cyllene. They played and sang and laughed. Cyllene showed off her enchanting musical ability and Hermes claimed he could make something far more mystical than that. Cyllene bid him to show it was true, Hermes said he would need some cattle hide to make the strings. Then when Cyllene told him of Apollo’s herd he knew he could get his revenge and build his instrument, he knew so much more too. Well well before we discover how great he is, he knew.

Yes this merry band agreed that little Hermes and they could smuggle the herd, but Apollo would simply follow and they would be found.

Hermes bid them cut large patches of bark from the Fallen Oak and to cut long grass to bind into cord. From these he showed them how to fashion shoes for the cattle and away they were led along a trackless path.

The cattle were gone.

Apollo was livid.

Apollo he searched but there were no tracks.

Then, by chance in his raging stampede around the land he found the Satyrs, led by the rogue Silenus they were greedy for reward, great reward, for Apollo was angry, very great reward.

Eventually, in Arcadia, the Satyr gang heard something unusual, unique in fact; strange music like no melody ever heard before yet dulled and distant. It seemed to be coming from far away and yet from everywhere. It seemed to be coming from below the earth and yet, – no it was, it was down below, it was. Eager as they were they could not help but dance. Dance, as they hunched and sniffed and searched

Tnymph.jpghen suddenly they noticed a little way ahead by a gateway in a leafy copse the sultry, haughty, Cyllene idly taking the air. The music led them towards her.

It was louder behind her and there at the back of the glade was a cave; the music was coming from there. “What is that music of the nymphs we have never heard before?”cave.jpg

Cyllene swung gently round towards them, “No nymph plays that marvellous tune upon that unique instrument.”

“No one can play better than the nymphs, no one has a better instrument than they.” The satyrs gaggled together in panic behind him, staring in quizzical fear.

“Hermes does.”

“Who is Hermes?”

“Hermes is a babe.”chain babe.jpg

The Satyrs stood mesmerised as Cyllene gracefully articulated the story of the babe who was born within this cave. He who had adventured across the lands at so young an age, who had acted with great skill and created a marvellous lyre like nothing ever heard before. Silenus enquired what this lyre was like and Cyllene told him how it was shaped like a tortoise because he had fashioned it out of a tortoise and cow hide twine. “So where did he get this twine?” “Are you calling him a thief!” Just as a fierce argument sprung up a few things happened at once.crane.jpg A great long-winged bird landed in the glade; this was the Sacred Crane sacred to Hermes and because of Hermes. Silenus glanced his eyes around the glade and there were two cow hides stretched between branches to dry.hides.jpg The grandfather of the babe of course had known that the crane was sacred, sacred to Hermes, and had followed it; Apollo suddenly appeared.

Silenus pointed at the hides, thus establishing himself a right to the reward, then to seal the deal he pointed at the cave.

Apollo strode in and down with a procession following. There lay Maia sleeping deeply a bundle in her arms. “Bring me that quickly grown man Hermes now,” shouted the mighty Apollo, “For he has stolen my cattle and shall be made to bring them back to me, at least all that live.”

Maia threw back the covers and revealed a babe still in its swaddling bands and wrapped in a large leather hide. “How could it be that a babe such as this has done this thing you say?”image.jpg

“I recognise the hide!” boomed Apollo and he snatch up the child and fled the cave.

“Father of Heaven,” (and father of the babe unfortunately), cried Apollo as he bent to his knee in front of Zeus, “I accuse this babe”, (the bundle unrolled from his arms as did the other two hides from the glade), “of theft of all my herd.”z 01.jpg

“Zeus looked down to Hermes, “I cannot believe that you did such a thing and I ask you to plead not guilty.”

“Well I did,” confessed Hermes standing proudly for all his small size, “and I am sorry. I shall return all that live and tell you of the flesh of the others”

Apollo stood looking dazed, enraged and confused.

I divided the flesh of each dead beast in to twelve pieces each as sacrifices to the twelve gods.”

“Twelve?” questioned Apollo, “Who it the twelfth?”

Bowing with a smirk the tiny Hermes said, “Why it is I”.chain babe

How Zeus laughed.z 02

Hermes continued, “A twelfth of the flesh of each of the beasts I ate for I was ferocious hungry the rest I burned. Thus I have invented the first ever flesh- sacrifice. Now I shall give you recompense, follow me.”

He led Apollo in a flash back to the cave and he retrieved a bundle from beneath a sheepskin. “What have you there?” asked Apollo.

Hermes held up the tortoise-shell lyre in display and in the other hand held a plectrum, “This I also invented.”

The music was mesmerising, the singing was praise worthy; it was full of praise also. Praise of Apollo, his nobility, his dignity his grace, his intelligence and, of course, his generosity. It worked, Apollo forgave him and nevertheless little Hermes led him to Pylus, playing all the way, to the cave he had hidden the cattle.image.jpg He released them to graze and offered the Lyre to Apollo, he took it and thankful he said as I keep this so you keep the cattle. Hermes held up his tiny tiny hand and Apollo solemnly shook.

From the distance they heard the mountain top laughter of Zeus as he watched all Hermes’ antics.

As the cattle grazed Hermes gathered long grasses and wove them into a pipe. He played and he declared, “This is the shepherd pipe that leads any sheep to you.”

“If you will let me have this pipe I will trade you my golden cattle-herding staff; it also has the power to send the spirits of the dead peacefully to heaven.”

“I accept, in part, for the reedpipe is worth far more than the golden staff and I will accept the deal if you also promise to teach me the power of augury.”

The distant laugh of the onlooking Zeus could be heard again from afar.z 03.jpg

“I cannot but my three nurses the Thriae can. They will teach you on the isle of Parnassus to read the flowing pebbles in the swirling bowl.”pebbles.jpg

“This is indeed a very ingenious, eloquent and persuasive Godling.” Chortled Zeus.

Upon their return Zeus bellowed at tiny Hermes, “You must promise forever from now respect the rights of another’s property and never tell utter lies.”

“Then make me your herald great father, and I will never tell lies, although I shall not promise to always tell the whole of the truth in every detail. Furthermore I shall protect and preserve all divine property in your honour.”ribbon stick.jpg

(Apollo was chortling now.)

“You shall be my herald then, and you shall in that duty guide the dead to the underworld, oversee all matters of business, all treaties and all rights of way.styx

Even furthermore you shall teach us the twirling of sticks to make fire you shall assist the Three Fates (this he did and invented the knuckle bones, the alphabet, astronomy, boxing, the musical scale, gymnastics and weights and measures. He also learned the tree alphabet.)

Thus it was Zeus who chuckled quietly now for he had honoured and empowered him in such a way that he would forever be too busy.

So it was that the now growing Hermes was presented with the adornments of Herald and proudly stood in the round hat of rain protection, the fast flying golden sandals and the beribboned herald’s staff which commanded respect from all when Hermes was engaged in matters of administration, (of which there were many).admin babe.jpg

Recent blogs include from the Greek Myths, Athene , The Fates and Pan.

Behold the God-slayer Typhon – Doom of Zeus – Graphic Novel First Draft

Ales and Tales around York pubs.

and more as the Skald to the Chieftain inspired by Georg and Gudvangen.

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Great Goat God Pan: The Greek Myth Lives On

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Great Goat God Pan: The Greek Myth Lives On

In the magical land of Faerie where all is possible and nothing is as expected, in ancient times when this land was Arcadia among the nymphs and fair things danced a monstrous being, half man half goat. two fairiesThey laughed at him, but listen not to his music or you will dance. You will dance and dance and dance and suddenly succumb to passion.

The wildest passion possible. pan highOh yes. And it will never end – but when it does – you will fall in mad exhaustion. Nothing will ever be the same and no sensual experience will ever be as good or even half as good. Not a tiny touch as good.

Silenus the comedic father of the satyrs was autochthon or father of Pan. Yet others say he was fathered by Hermes. Hermes says this for he was there. Many were there that night and many might think the same. Hermes states it though, and he believes.

Pan was born. He was born while Hermes was still there. Pan was so ugly at birth it is said that his mother ran away from him. Born with horns, beard, tail and goat-legs. Magical birds and dryads and all are not accustomed to such fierceness among their midsts. Hermes thought it a laugh to take him to Olympus to show as a novelty. Following his freak show upbringing he went on to lead quite a life, quite a wild life.pan pic 001

Lived in rural Arcadia, though he could have dwelled upon Olympus. He taught Daphnis pipes given by his foster parents who were shepherds.pan pipe He was humble, easy going yet wild and some say lazy. He certainly liked his afternoon naps; after his revels with the mountain nymphs.

From Arcadia he guards all herds, flocks, and beehives when called upon. Perhaps we need to call upon his spirit now to save the earth, for he well knows that more than half of our foods and drinks are only here because of bees; because of Pan.

If you are seeking something in life then perhaps he is there for you for he helps all hunters who ask for help in finding quarry.bird

Beware you wake him as you pass a grove or grotto where he has chosen to sleep for he will raise with a great shout which will terrify you to the bone.pan shouting 001

The magical Arcadians do not show him respect, for all he blesses hunters, if they fail then that day they will fire their remaining quills at him and how they laugh.

Pan is fron paein:- to pasture, the upright man of the Arcadian fertility cult leading to the North Western Witch-cult and later as the devil – so it is said.

His terrible shout brought us the word and the state of ‘panic’.

pan shout 003He has many lop-eared hounds around him and he loves to eat lynx. He named a daughter after this cat. He would catch them and devour them. Always sharing though, throwing chucks around to be eaten by his hounds, his bitches and his whelps alike or so it is said. Old goat-legged god from Arcadia.

Pan fathers many children with the nymphs and muses. He tells tales of many other trysts and sessions.moon fairy

He chased the chaste Pitys. They turned into a tree. A fir tree they became. Quite what happened one may never know but to this day The Great God Pan (or at least his spirit) wears a branch from it as a chaplet; a fir-tree crown of celebration, pitiless celebration perhaps.

He also went after Syninx seeking to besmirch her purity; he chased her from Mount Lycaeum to the River Ladon. She turned into a reed.reeds He saw this happen as he approach but when he closed he could not tell one reed from another reed. He took them all, well, a great cluster. He could not tell which one or if he had her, but he took enough to weave himself a new pipe with. So now when he plays that pipe he thinks he plays her.

He did well when he chased Selene, after dressing himself up in well washed wool. He had chosen well, a moonlit May Eve where she thought herself the young Queen of the May and saw him as her lover leading to the marriage of the greenwood.moon.jpg She enjoyed riding on his back so much that she said he could do anything he wished to her.

Pan was simplistic and loved riot and the Olympians hated him for it. They exploited him. Apollo wheedled round him till he taught him prophesy then as soon as he had what he wanted (he wanted more) he took the Delphic Oracle from him and the Pythonesque Preistess. Oh how Pan should have seen this before it happened and now he saw less than before.pan pic 002 As he wandered, perhaps lost in thoughts of how he had been tricked, he dropped his pipe. Hermes watched and sniggering took it. Oh how it played and how the Olympians loved it. “I invented it myself,” said Hermes. Apollo admired that playing most of all so perhaps he was tricked back. He didn’t see that coming.

Pan is dead. The Great Goat God Pan is dead. That is what is said. They say he is dead. The only ever god to be dead.oak horn 001.jpg So it often was said. Said by a sailor; Thamus who heard a voice – he said it was divine. It told him, “Thamus sail on to Palodes as you planned, sail fast, and tell them there that the Great God Pan is dead”.  Oh how they groaned and lamented all along the shore.

Oh how the Maenads go mad. They did in times back then and it is my guess they still dance again. Laurel-chewing web-faced orgiastic worshippers of mare-headed Daphoene.

Each year they rip apart the sacred king then they bathe to wash away the blood.maenad solo

He, Pan, was invited to their dances. He dances still I hear.

As they dance in ecstatic trance amid the laurel babbling you may hear them calling Pan, Pan, bring me Pan.

Yes, dressed in goat-skin, he is their chosen lover during drunken orgies upon the high mountainsmaenads.jpg

Some say it was Hermes fathered Pan but Silenus says otherwise as he laughs. Amid the Maenads dance there is a shaft, a stone shaft, erectile in its standing proud for all around. Perhaps Pan’s mother the woodpecker taps there still. kingffisher 01For her tapping upon the trees in a lulling song of beats portends the summer rain.

This rain will cool even the passion-mad Maenads as they dance an intoxicant dance of writhing limbs. For his mother as woodpecker Penelope (with a web over her face) had danced here in her passions and in her labours and the penelope was once a bird with webbing over. So when you see a woman with a webbing inked into her leg she is a dancing lover of Pan; a Maenad.

Great Pan dances when you are reborn so look for him when you have fresh new thoughts and dreams for you may have become anew within his dance.

Personally I do not think he is dead. Yet even if he is, I believe the spirit lives on, so Pan is with us still; play on Pan play on.

See also Athene Greek Goddess

Hermes the Babe

The Great Goat-God Pan

The Three Fates

Behold the God-slayer Typhon – Doom of Zeus – Graphic Novel First Draft

And listen

This piece was originally part of my research for a forthcoming graphic novel with artist Tony Lawrence, but for now I felt Pan deserved a blog of his own. Current artwork for this blog is from myself. This is my interpretation from studying Graves’ Greek Myths and a few bits from the Iliad. Look out for the forthcoming Graphic Novel with Tony: Behold the God-slayer Typhon the Doom of Zeus.

Athene Greek Goddess

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Athene Queen of Heaven

An ancient timeless disc predicted her existence long before her time. This disc she carried in her magical Aegis bag to bring her power and to reach for whenever she needed a shield. It shone bright silver and had a spiralling pattern of pictographs foretelling of her destiny.spiral lomo

She was Neith in Libya and Anatha in Palestine, she had many existences; the Sumerians knew her long before, as many more would as she journeyed.

The Pelagasions recalled how Goddess Athene was born by lake Tritonis in Libya and that she was nurtured by the Libyan Nymphs.

She came into being before there was even such a thing as fatherhood, whoever sired her it is sure that many adopted her as theirs.

Tritone was queen, the elder of the triad of river nymphs and she was the mother of Athene and of the nymph she became.

Apollodorus claimed that Athene was born to Zeus and merely raised by the river god Triton yet we now know that she was born from Zeus much later in her life when she burst roaring from his skull.

The first ever man it is said was Alalcomeneus. Tritone called upon him and he tutored young Athene as she would tutor humans forever afterwards.

She knew suffering from a young age and ever carried it in her heart. As would be the way of her priestesses in time to come she must succeed in pitched combat. She faired far better than intended; her closest companion died, Pallas, she loved her so.

Some say that Zeus was overseeing from afar, we do know he interfered in the mortality of very many, whole races indeed, so the death of one is well within his range of depravity.

So it was that Pallas was distracted, a spear blow she was well able of deflecting, their practice changed in that instant and the spear went home deep.

Athene suffered such grief. Pallas was so so dear to her and of far more value in life than her own life. She took her name. She took her name before her own; Pallas Athene.

She already had many names within her from her timeless existence and many more names and titles would be hers. She always carried the grief though.

Pallas means youth or maiden. Many such would stand in combat at great risk to their selves. Honour drove many a young woman to their deaths, seeking the right to become Priestess over all Priestesses.

Such was the way for virgin prophetesses who followed their love of the Queen of Heaven.athene ana 03 bw

Some say she had a youthly father; a leader of tribes and lands who also took the name of Pallas. Pallas Triton. Yes this was in the times before there was even such a concept as fatherhood. Women were to the fore and credited with all nurtured futures and all past destiny.

Pallas was a monster. He was a winged goatish giant and he outraged her. Athene flayed his skin from him to add to her magical Aegis of forever chastity.

His daughter the virgin and would be Priestess stepped forward. She challenged Athene to combat. Here it was seen that Zeus interfered with destiny. There was a roaring of dragons. A myriad of dragons roared as Athene struck, the blow was not defended and another virgin fell at her feet.

She travelled the river Triton through many lands. Many virgins would fall.

Athene came to Iton where the Willow-Man Itonus adopted her and claimed her as his own. Thus she became the Willow-Goddess.

Let all willow be sacred and let Athene bring the rain as needed when called upon.

Here she was welcomed and treated fair.

Iodame the daughter of Itonus was curious of Athene, and thinking the night was the safe time, she crept into her precinct. Her father had founded a sanctuary for Athene and Iodame had become priestess there. She wanted to know more. She trespassed unknowing of Athene’s role as the moon goddess; in the light of the moon as she crept, the first thing she saw was Athene’s aegis, her magical bag. The face of a monster looked upon her and the horror of it changed her.  Iodame the immortal Priestess is cast in stone.aegis lomo

On she travelled, towards her destiny. For Athene was to become Goat-Athene. As Laphria, as she became known, she married a Goat-King, the ceremony was on May Eve and as her priestesses have done so since so there is such a ceremony on that night still now in many lands. Still now.

Laphria (she who wins booty) was a goat goddess of the moon and soon to be of heaven.

As the Libyan girls wore a goat-skin apron so she can be seen in goat-skin; often a dress length waistcoat which trails the floor behind her. A chastity belt of goat-skin can be slid across the belt to the front of the dress as a symbol of purity and renewal.

Herodotus says, in Libya this was fringed with thongs not serpents, but they cannot fully emulate their goddess.

Ethiopian girls still wear these at times yet they attach cowries a Yonic symbol of the vulva.

At Sais they built her temples, still she travelled.

Athene became patroness of a pre-Hellenic medical cult of the moon. Her priestesses of the cult would gather at the oracular shrines of dead heroes and reincarnated them as serpents or crows.

So another title came to her, Caronis (the crow) who in time would become mother of Asclerius by Apollo.raven lomo

She gained the title Coronis because of the oracular crow or raven and the title Hygieia because of her cures. Her following was building; her power was building.

Her all-heal was the mistletoe ixias, which is born by the ancient oak.

Each year at the cutting of the mistletoe the Oak King would be brought out from within the bark for sacrifice. At times a child would step forward as a surrogate and offer to die in his stead. The child being the Oak King for that moment, other years the king from within the oak would die for another to grow.

The method of death was the ‘oak sperm’; the juice of the mistletoe.

Athene took the power of this sperm and created healing powers.

She took to a great couch in Tegea in great splendour and her past heritage was seen to be true; she was Nieth, she was Anatha and she was the orgiastic moon goddess.

The Moon King chooses from her virgin priestesses each year. His passionate wedding marriage to her in its sacredness ensures the harvest.

And so, through Crete and onwards, she came to the city of Athenae. Her renown had come before her and she was welcomed as their goddess into the city which was hers even before she stepped through its gates.athene ana 01 edit

Her travels from land to land and through flowing fluids had been observed, she was overseen by the deep one. Poseidon had seen her from his watery depths and he coveted her. He coveted her lands even more. In furious rage he spouted forth from his seas and stabbed downwards, deep into the land with his trident. Deep into the heart of the city.

The fresh waters of the River-Nymph who was Goddess of so many burst forth. Yes much of the city was destroyed but its energising waters mingled with the salts and pushed them back. The pool of Athenae can still be seen. From her Aegis she plucked out a gift of the land. The olive tree. The sacred olive tree which is her personification flourished and bloomed and protected the land. The city fell though. Poseidon in his rage saw that he had failed to take the city for his own so he brought forth a tsunami and deluged the bay.

Athene formed Athens above the flood, and it was hers then and it is hers now.

She shared her temples in Athens with Hephaestus (he who shines by day) as she was the moon goddess.

Her chief Athens priestess was of the lion clan.

Processions would be led around the city where all carried paralunes; white parasols of the moon.

Here she grew into her own. The patroness of smith-craft and all the technical arts.

All tools, weapons and utensils of her age are magical, they still are, and the Smith is a sorcerer.

If Athene is ever dethroned her smith becomes a god.

Smiths are so valuable that they could be hobbled, but to symbolise this many are shackled at the ankle during May celebrations.

She had many powers. Mainly that she was awesome. Her trees had sacred power. Her shield and Aegis were magical. She could curse. Turned Medusa. She was of the Harpies. Was the Graeae. She was many-fold and everywhere. She grew Spartis (or sown men) from serpent teeth. Turned nymphs to ants. Cast distortive glamours. She never loses. She is Athene.

Yes she was the Harpies, the Storm Winds, the Triple Goddess, the Sudden Destroyer.

She was the Graeae, all three of the grey ones were her; Engo (warlike), Pemphredo (Wasp) and Deino (terrible).

She was many-form.

Known as Gorgopis (grim-faced) also.

Zeus would have her as his, the claim of descendancy, offspring of his will. He desired her power; his power over her.

His claim would cause him pain, for an oracle came to him with dire news. Child of his loin would rise up to destroy him. This wise old woman who foretold such to him was sent by the one with a claim of great power. For she was ruler of all; The Earth Mother Goddess, and here spoke her avatar.

Zeus was filled with dread. He was filled with determination.

His dread plan to survive would cause him much suffering: to swallow whole all who came from him.

The power of Athene was strong; a great battle within. His head was in agony, his brain wailed, he was filled with the ancient cry of Libyan nymphs, “Olulu Ololu” – “Olulu Ololu”.

All help was sought. The rescuer who came, in truth was there to rescue Athene, for it is said that he loved her: Prometheus he came.

Bidding Zeus lay still, he placed his foot upon him and then with wedge and beetle he came to bare upon the very skull of the god.

Beating hard with the beetle maul upon the wedge the dome of the bone it split asunder.

A great goddess burst forth, in full armour, roaring for victory, “Olulu Ololu”. Athene returned to the world.athene ana 04

Some say however that she had changed. Zeus’ thoughts had engulphed her. Powerful as ever, yet she spoke for Zeus now. From now it would be priests who followed her. She cursed her familiar the crow as an oath to Zeus.

The ways of all women changed this day; some say forever.

Prometheus had saved his tutor, the woman he worshipped.

The people of Athens they spoke out in denial, that Prometheus was not the lover of their queen. Many say that this meant it must be so. For a deep connection linked their hearts and their destiny; her aid would empower him further but it would also bring his eternal suffering.

Because of her Prometheus was the creator of mankind. The half Titan half Nymph asked of her for her blessing and he shaped the river clay into people; Athene breathed life. Humanity was born anew.

Athene saw his greatness and his wisdom and she taught him architecture, astronomy, mathematics, navigation, medicine, metallurgy, and many other arts. He passed these on to mankind.

She would teach the science of numbers and all the domestic arts such cooking, weaving spinning, but first humanity would need fire.fire lomo

Prometheus had fought alongside Zeus against Cronus but his support would only lead him so far. The power of fire was denied. His lover led him the way and Prometheus reach for the very heights to capture fire from the sky. How Zeus was enraged to see burning hearths appearing across the lands. As Prometheus taught so Zeus fumed. Zeus looks down and destroys, this is what he does. Humanity have been his target over and over again and still are. This day he roused to vengeance against a Titan of the Nymphs; Prometheus himself. The living death of the ripping birds is Prometheus’ screaming existence from then on.

Athene carried hurt and rage and this would be turned against others who went against her. The Gorgons; for they were beautiful. Their beauty was renowned. Stheino, Euryale and Medusa were admired and wished for by many. Word spread below the seas and now Poseidon heard of this beauty, of the wonderful Medusa in particular. He wooed her and would have her. They crept in the night into Athene’s temple and made love. The temple of the Moon-Goddess invaded in the night was an outrage that would be seen by her who is most powerful by night. Athene caught them and in her rage cursed Medusa into a winged beast with glaring eyes, protruding tongue, huge teeth, brazen claws and serpent locks. One look at her would turn any onlooker to stone so horrible now was she.

For all that Medusa ran and hid, her existence was a challenge heroes could not deny. One would succeed; Perseus. Athene created an image of Medusa so he would know her when he found her. Then when thus prepared she advised him of her hiding place and of how to approach, she even used her powers to guide his hand.

Athene gave two bottles of blood from Medusa to Asclepius the healer, left to raise the dead, right to instantly destroy.  She fastened two drops to the serpent body of Erichthonius.

The head of the Gorgon was in place upon her ancient Aegis bag.

Adorned with hundreds of tassles of Cyclopean forged snaking-gold the writhing head would empower her forever as its ancientness was empowered even further. The prophesy was fulfilled just as the spiralling pictographs had timelessly spoken.

It was a magic bag.

Athene was magical. Pegasus born of the blood would be tamed by her. She created a golden bridle powerful enough to bring the Moon-horse under her control.

Athene the Goddess of war, a better fighter even than Ares, for she had beaten him twice. She was the Goddess of war and yet she took no pleasure in battle, for she preferred the settling of disputes; she wish always to uphold just law and always by pacific means whenever she could.

She bears no arms in times of peace, although her shining shield is always with her within the power for the Aegis bag.spiral lomo She most often turns to Zeus to be armed when the need comes. The spear is her choice.

She is the one to come to for strategy; wise captains will approach her before they go to war. Tactics and strategy from her win wars for many of the wise. For in battle Athene never loses.

Yet Athene is the champion of justice. There is great and powerful mercy within her heart. When courts are held if ever there is a split vote then Athene will hold the power for the casting vote – a casting vote which always votes for freedom. For where there is doubt of guilt there must be liberty.

When Zagreus was ripped asunder she rescued his heart and encased it in moulded gypsum; she breathed life and so he became a god.

The rage at times still burned and when Teiresias wandered too close to where she bathed and was suddenly transfixed by her naked beauty she blinded him. He stumbled away and eventually his mother found him and when she heard his tale she went to Athene and bagged forgiveness. Nothing could be undone but recompense could be made; Athene drew the ancient serpent from within her Aegis and bid it cleanse his ears. Thus, he was reborn and became the greatest seer. The very birds could be heard and understood; the prophetic birds.

She forgave the Goddess of lovers Aphrodite when she apologised. Athene had entered her rooms and caught Aphrodite weaving at a loom. Athene could create beauty and weave destiny but Aphrodite was for love and for nothing else. She must spend her time in love making and Athene told her so. Aphrodite promised that she would never work again in any way and Athene refrained from cursing.

Athene made a double flute from stag bones. The music was wonderful but some giggled when she played so she went to a pool and looked in as she played. Her cheeks puffed up and her face turned blue. She looked so silly that she cursed it and threw it away.pipe

Athene invented the flute, trumpet, the earthenware pot, the plough, the rake, the ox yoke, the horse bridle, the chariot, and the ship.

When Athene invented the plough Myrmex the nymph claimed she had thought of it, so Athene turned her into an ant as punishment.

Cadmus travelled far erecting brazen cauldrons for Athene of Lindus as he went. He bought a cow with two white full moons and followed it till it could walk no more. Here he founded the city of Thebes and erected a stature of Athene using her Phoenician name of Onga.

Athene cut a beam from Zeus’ oak and it gave oracular guidance to the ship Argo.

She assisted Zeus in the summoning of Heracles when the terrible snake-feet giants attacked. She empowered Heracles with knowledge and tactics.

When the great Typhon attacks (in a later story) she sailed to empower Zeus to resist this beast. She perhaps sailed there to Zeus in the very first ship.

Athene changes into a sea eagle, a swallow, a vulture, a dove, lark, the diver bird Gannet, but the wise owl is her principal epiphany. On moonlit nights you may hear her manifestation and shall look for a silhouette among the trees.

Athene Queen of Heaven, Neith in Libya, Anatha of Palestine, River-Nymph, Pallas Athene, Willow-Goddess, Rain-maker, Goat-Athene, Laphria, Caronis, Hygieia, She Who Shines By Night, Patroness of Smith-craft, The Harpies, The Storm Winds, Triple Goddess, Sudden Destroyer, The Graeae, Three Grey Ones, Engo, Pemphredo, Wasp, Deino, Gorgopis, Moon-Goddess, Goddess of War, Champion of Justice, Athene of Lindus, Onga, Athene Queen of Heaven.

This piece was originally part of my research for a forthcoming graphic novel with artist Tony Lawrence, but for now I felt Athene deserved a blog of her own. Current artwork for this blog is from myself and Ana Maus. This is my interpretation from studying Graves’ Greek Myths and a few bits from the Iliad. Look out for the forthcoming Graphic Novel with Tony: Behold the God-slayer Typhon the Doom of Zeus.

See also Goat-God Pan, Hermes the Babe and The Three Fates

Behold the God-slayer Typhon – Doom of Zeus – Graphic Novel First Draft

Loki’s Monsters – Part of a series on Loki inspired by the Gods Bless Ya!!! Project

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Loki’s Monsters

This is the early stages of a collection following the whole of Loki’s life. Inspired by research for my work with the – Rock Opera Gods Bless Ya!!! (hit the link to them above).

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The shape changer god no longer knows what he is. The change of shapes so often, takes away the god-like sense of human-form, until a part of him is monstrous.fenrir-003

Even at his birth, when lightning took away his mother, he had to survive. Laufey had ran away while heavily pregnant,giantess 001.jpg in fear for her life from Cruel Striker, she ran.tree 001.jpg Deep into the Iron Wood.iron-wood At the moment of Loki’s birthsnake-005–  lightning struckfalling flames 02 up painted 03.jpg and Loki was alone. He had to change. loki bird.jpg

To hunt,fenrir-004 to hide,bird to feed,spider

to climb.loki-climbs-final

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He was embraced as blood-brother. Here he could be equal, and, he loved; his beloved wife and children, to them he was fair and loyal and true.

Yet he felt the call to share his love, to fly awayloki-bird-flipped – He went with Giant-woman Angrboda.giantess-002-flipped Went with her often.iron wood flipped.jpg They had children.

If ‘children’ is what they were.monsters.jpg A snake.snake-002 A wolf.fenrir-001 A half dead daughter.hel-002 Their wildness, their corruption, the danger of them spread as word to gods. They must be stopped.

Now. Jormungand the Midgardyrm is cast into the sea,snake-004 to grow and fume and wait.snake-003b

The wolf they could not kill, they tricked it:wolf tied it down to howl and wail and strain with magic dwarven ribbons holding him.

The daughter; blackened half, commandingly beautiful in half; she was cast to the very deep.hel-001-cropped“Become the queen of all the death, the cowardly dead, the trickster dead, the oath breaker. – Keep them, keep them.” So hollered High-seat god of all the worlds.hel-hand-001

How Loki fumed. It turned his heart. They were not monstrous to him. They were his monsters. They were his offspring. See ahead how bitter are his deeds because of this. “My children! My monsters! My offspring!”monsters painted cropped.jpg

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God’s Bless Ya! 01 – Skadi – Ragnarok Mythology Festival, Jelling, Denmark

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God’s Bless Ya! 01 – Skadi  – Ragnarok Mythology Festival, Jelling, Denmark

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Skadi

As part of our show featuring myself with Alda and Sigrun Bjork Olafsdottir and our stunning models we present costume, music, song and story for a Goddess experience.

Here are poems inspired by Skadi the huntress goddess followed by my narration for the cat walk and the beautiful Skadi costume designed by Sigrun is elegantly shown for us by our talented model displaying for you to the unique magic of Alda’s composition.

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Skadi 01Follow Her Way

Thrymheim – storm-home

Huntress Skadi

Beyond loveless lava flows

Where ice burns

Beyond the burning blue crevasses

See her icy fury

Pale eyes growing cold in rage

Vengeance upon murderers

Stars of the father

look upon the just and fair

Be safe with Skadi

for as long as there is night

Her kind wildness in your heart

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Skadi 02Finding The Warmth

Let love of winter lands

Bring firm cool flesh

Breasts and belly proud and smooth

By the cold

Yes fresh is best

All the better to fire the pulse of man

The beat of the heart

The firmness

The stand of the man

To find and join at last

With the inner secret warmth

Let flow the icy breath of ecstasy

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Skadi 03Free Will’s Arrow

Goddess of the victim

Bringer of justice

Rights of the underdog

Huntress protection

Skadi will make you strong again

Watch for the buck’s run

Or the burst of icy waters

The stag’s breath

Be quick of eye; back on target

Laugh with all your heart

A giantess among women

The stars shine especially for you

Go where you will;

Free to love

Or free to love life alone

As and when it suits

The huntress in your heart

 

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Beware, for here walks Goddess Skadi, wild huntress of the far north. Beyond the blue crevasses, far over highest mountains, far beyond the loveless lava-flows, there is her abode; where stones crack, there stands her towering halls upon dark rock heights. Here she oversees the winter. Looking across the worlds of men and gods and darker beings. She sees you. She watches, ready, so beware, Skadi: judging the harsh, the cruel and the killer. She is your guardian dear victim, if you have been painfully treated you can call her spirit to you. You, yes you, she is here for you today. For she would stand against gods. Let her father’s eyes the stars look down upon you from the blissful dark.

Snow-dweller of cool firm flesh she has an inner secret warmth that she would share if you have the heart to be as free as her, yet how she loves, let old man Njord of the noisy sea dare to climb with her above the scree and ice crags, his beautiful feet clad in woven shoe, and he will find a young heart within him when he lays with her. Yes, she has joined with the oldest element of fertility, the ruler of the very winds, the tides; his currents flow as young as ever now. He brought her bounty and she brings bounty too.

Be swift of eye when she is with you, watch the buck’s dash and let your arrow fly. Let men wish for your darts of command so they may be with you for just one night. Let the toxic sharks dangle on your hook with forlorn hope, that they may be reeled in to breath the ice-cold air of redemption. You who brings in the wild goodness and embraces the gleam of low light that shines through the sheets of blue and yellow and silver ice. Let tall battlements be nothing of obstacle to those who know what is fair and just, for strong will be the icy rage if your Skadi-heart is not listen to with expected respect. Stand and face gods and Giants you follower of Skadi you.

Brave tall peaks of the impossible with her beside you for she brought laughter from the gods for all the worlds to be giants of reckless joy.

We are thankful now. For your wildness, for your beauty, for your joy, for your strength of heart and keen arrow. Skadi, we thank you, thank you Skadi.

 

Thank you

Adrianme

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And here is my Poem of the Goddesses, I have blogged it before but as it covers all the Viking Goddesses and the empowerment they bring you I thought it was worth you having a look see here. Besides, it just might give an insight into the future for Sigrun of just how much sewing she will be doing as our show grows and grows!

 

Goddesses of the Norse Mythology

Blessing the Goddess; Blessing the Earth

Experience again your Viking rebirth

Battle for love; believe in Freyja

Dive naked through waterfalls, Brinhild is here

As Amma will harvest and all will grow,

So Lin will serve; all beauty to show

Be old yet young be gathered by Berchta

Gently remember who you are through Snotra

Let Lofn be stirring your belief in romance

Be not forbidden feel Sjofn’s advance

Syn will defend you: Gefion make pure

Sunlight dances on water for the eyes of Saga

Birth be powerful; be proudful as Rind

Fly high with Sun; dance on the wind

Gna washes us clean; Audumla feeds

Fulla will fill, bringing forth all your needs

Jorth is at one with you, ever aware

Skuld, Urd, Verdani: your self is laid bare

Sif brings us gold; the sun on the corn

Nanna’s womanly peace gives joy reborn

Nurture regardless Angraboda

Be the mother of Gods; be as Bestla

Stronger than Thor, learn Glima with Elli

The power of Eir for healing and mercy

Nerthus has berthed us be at one in the world

Be guarded Sinmorano no wounding unfurled

As mighty as Thrud you are Thorsdottir

Rule your own soul, the power of Skirnir

Var fills our heart to make oaths of love

For Vor nothing is hidden within or above

Gleam with a beauty for Menglad will heal

Rise again with Gulveig to truly feel

Nine Mothers rise over us, take us away

Feel as strongly as Ran does; be free to say

Walk the plains with Ida you animal spirit

Be mother as Mothir as moments befit

Sygin forever brings freedom from pain

View the future with Groa; tomorrow is plain

These are the Goddesses bringing rebirth

Fjorgyn’s children – Mother Earth

These are the Goddesses bring rebirth

Fjorgyn’s children – Mother Earth

 

 

Sparkling Words: A call for artists, a call for artistes and for Vikings plus recipe tips what more could you want? Oh yes, and free books.

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Those Sparkling Words
Tove Gulbrandsen says of Adrian Spendlow:
Your trademark: Constantly flowing river of interesting, important ideas. Funny, silly, crazy. And delicious overwhelming deep thoughts about the most important stuff in our lives. Always from a surprising angle. That is you. Your gift. Your ideas will never stop. You lift them out; serve them – to let everyone receive your gifts. That is why I want so many to be a part of these treasures you are giving us.

Recipe Tip
A great and handy tip for improving your life with a slow cooker which is really simple is to go through all your cupboards looking for anything you don’t really like and your fridge and freezer too (No really, this really works and you will be totally surprised at how much better things are for you once you do this). Tip them in and mix them all together, take the slow cooker and throw the whole lot in the bin!

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To really really improve life from the inside out take a dozen gadgets from the hidden depths of your kitchen and throw them as well.

I could write you a list, but basically, if it feels tacky at all – it goes.

Don’t be slow.

One of my real recipes

Comic Turn
I am looking for contributors to a Viking comic book project. I have the text and the storyline and thought it would be exciting to ask artists to take part. The original mini adventure was created for the Jorvik Viking Festival for the Jorvik Group and I would like for it to gain a wider audience. Initially it will be just for fun as a blog. Although there is the possibility of future publications as a profit share. If you would like to hear more please do message me (adrianspendlow@gmail.com). Working title; The Hammer Flies.
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(Art by Gramey Smith)

Friends all over the World
But you get those friend requests, and go over for a look. (Ever done this?) You are not so sure. They don’t look that genuine. I will just have a look at their pictures and see if they look real and active and genuine and things. I click, I’ve clicked confirm by mistake. Ever done this? I have.

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You Are Guilty
Yes, you are one of them. Have a look. Your social networking sites. You don’t look genuine. If you are one of those who hardly have any pictures of yourself. You haven’t put anything up but emotive mottos and wisdoms with rainbows and waves. Impersonal stuff. You don’t look real. You are a cat. Even worse, I clicked through to a friend request’s page and they are a sheep. A sheep! Turns out I have met them loads of times, but I didn’t say yes cos they were a sheep.
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Rant over.

Well the rant on that one.

The World and I
You may have read my prose poem blog (World) where I decided that the world as it is just will not do. I thought you might like an update. You are still not doing very well; the place is a right mess. Can’t you all just get along or something” I am totally fed of you all. I am giving you a last chance. If you don’t sort it all out or at least make some progress towards being ok with each other I am off. Off. I am going to find somewhere else to live. This is your last warning World. If you want me around start doing things a lot better. I am packing as we speak.
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Swan Girl and Other Fortean Stuffs
Forts
I am a Charles Fort fan… “I conceive of nothing, in religion, science, or philosophy that is more than the proper thing to wear for a while”.
Convinced, or want more… “I believe nothing. I have shut myself away from the rocks and wisdoms of ages, and from the so-called great teachers of all time, and perhaps because of that isolation I am given to bizarre hospitalities. I shut the front door upon Christ and Einstein, and at the back door hold out a welcoming hand to little frogs and periwinkles.” – that’s got yer.
I will give you one more shot and if you aren’t a fan by then I abandon you… “If there is an underlying oneness of all things, it does not matter where we begin, whether with stars, or laws of supply and demand, or frogs, or Napoleon Bonaparte. One measures a circle, beginning anywhere.” Anywhere! Crikey Moses I am a fan (am I alone in this?).
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Just What I Fort
‘You’ll need a sense of adventure, curiosity, natural scepticism and a good sense of humour.’ Fortean Times

Back to the Present
I have had a bit of back trouble lately, a rare thing for me, but I have done some heavy lifting lately and yet I leapt out of bed this morning. It was agony. I trunched down the stairs and as I did my phone alarm went. It was on the table downstairs, and it was going like mad. I went to it, turned it off and went back up to bed. As I went up the stairs I thought to myself, that’s why I went downstairs, but, it hadn’t started till I was halfway down. In Norway this is part of the culture of Vardoger (English spelling) according to a harbinger feature in Fortean Times.
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You and the Yew
There is a conspiracy. There has just been a new way of looking at the ancient yews. Some of them may well be up to five thousand years old. They are effectively immortal. Some have been proved to have been alive when ancient sacred tree groves were referred to (“Remove the idols but do not destroy the ancient trees as believers will come to see them and you can seek to convert them”) so if they were alive then, they were possibly ancient even then. There has been a sudden appearance in Welsh churches (where the most clearly defined ancient yews are visited very often by visitors from around the world) of official looking certificates stating, ‘The yew tree in this church yard has been proved to be 500 years old.’ IE there seems to be a conspiracy to prove that the trees were planted after the churches were built. Are these certificates a holy lie?

Swan Girl
Just reads a great story of an actual young woman who disappeared in strange circumstances; not in Fortean times this time, but in an exciting looking blog MacCreig – The Encyclopedia of Fantastical Anomalies. Go have a look. I am looking into this story further and plan to tell a version of it at gatherings, with thanks to MacCreig. Great story.

Advertising Rant
Just passed a dentists and they had a huge hoarding outside: Buy our invisible braces – well what a waste of time and money, I’ve never seen any, have you!?

Uther Pendragon at Barley Hall
As a follow up to my Nose Gay Blogs I thought I ought to give Uther a mention. It was great fun working on the Nose Gay project and I met some amazing people. This older guy in particular; a slight even frail looking chap who came to visit turned out to be not frail at all and very active.

big hat smilesHe saw my selection of herbs and said he would return with a bunch from his garden for me to display in a vase. So I asked him his name, he bowed and proclaimed, ‘I sir am Uther Pendragon’ He bid me farewell after telling me of his life as a Viking and then saluted; he did first world war stuff too and all sorts of eras.
When I returned to work a couple of days later there was a vase of herbs on my table.

Loony Old Witch
Talk of being medieval reminded me of the wonderful times I had as part of Robin Hood as the Loony Old Witch; here’s some fun footage.

Bee Spelling
I am a fan of i before e. I reckon it works fine, on words what I use anyway. There is a move against it however; it seems there are far more words that it doesn’t apply to than it does. Then I realised, we don’t need such a thing anymore, it is from a bygone age. Now I go for
Red line underneath – Let your software be believed.
Write any old rubbish it’ll put it right. Anything else is simply nuggets! (Ah sorry that was predictive text.)

Spendlow TV
Exciting times as I hear from a production company who want to make a pilot for a forthcoming television series – Spendlow TV!!!!!
They have received interest in the project and are making the pilot for presentation. Part of the series will be live shows coupled with interviews and we will be presenting a double bill with a different act each time. In the first show Legendary (myself and Celtic-Folk artist Olivia Jayne Newton) will be teaming with another act to put on an evening in a cosy York venue.
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Tales from Older People
The Read All About It project for York Stars was a joy to experience and I was honoured to be Project Manager and to work with such a great team.. There are still some of the books left and I would be happy to send you a copy for free (Message me on adrianspendlow@gmail.com although I will charge you £2 for postage) or ask me at forthcoming performances.
Or read on line – The StoriesThe Images

Here is one of the stories:
One of the people with connections with Norway is a lady by the name of Haldenby, who tells us that of the places she knows in the land of fjords there is a town to which she felt an affinity; Halden. Intrigued by this link, this link to the Vikings, the origins of this surname brought interesting results. There is a small Lincolnshire town called Haldenby, which suggests her family may well have come from there as surnames were often descriptions of origins.

The ending ‘by’ or ‘bi’ was used by the Norse settlers to mean settlement and Halden originally meant half-Dane. Given that all Vikings were often referred to as Danes it seems that descendants of Haldenby, such as this lady, were from a group made up of Vikings and local people who had mixed, worked and live together as a harmonious community, perhaps even with links from before that with the Norwegian town of Halden. A presentation was made to Miss Haldenby for her to display and share with others.
See also Gudvangen Viking Valley or Viking Heaven

Forthcoming blogs will cover; The Famous Marrow and the path to Scandinavia (a recipe blog), Reading Minds, The Dress (a short story with art) and of course the Viking Comic strip.

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