Our Lady of Laussel

The Venus Willendorf is well known among some of given stripes. She is no longer the oldest anthropocentric icon, but she is still the biggest, as it were, and best known. Any one given Venus alone is a curiosity. But in a panel they become a story arc.

To me at least.

But that’s everyone. Isn’t it? Everyone should have taken in what they see to tell their own tale. The Bayeux Tapestry tells many, to wit, because there are so few words of which a picture is worth a thousand. How many words then are the ancient cave drawings, the ritual fetishes, and those enigmatic sigils which become the glyphs whose descendents the Phœnician, Etruscan, Greek and Latin as well as the Runic and other alphabets and staves become? One Runic stave is worth a word, a word is worth a sentence: soon a book can be given over a lonesome thought.

For me it is the Venus Laussel, more than the famous Willendorf, that forms a centrifugal force among the others so far flung who, I think, are the mother/s of the Goddesses we know and love. I have no doubt your casual viewer will see the Venus Laussel, or any that come before the rise of the Græco-Roman Vixen, and think of nothing but a crude depiction of a bloated, swollen, therefore slovenly thing. Which I think is uncharitable at best, wilfully ignorant in plain, and purposefully cruel at worst. But these are very modern biases which, I think Occam’s Razor helps make sharply clear, our eldest fathers and mothers did not share. Which many moderners do not share, by and by the way. What with the universal beauty standard being in the consensus of the beholder and all – within reason, I’d hope. Not everyone agrees. In fact, the more Hollywood forces an agenda, the more fractious and probably inevitably exponentially complexed any standard deviations of sexual preference become. Anyway.

It is, I think, a modern contrivance building monuments to ugliness. A warped mind that glees in offense and antagonism for personal pleasure is something a culture of unbalanced and uncultured leisure affords. Our ancestors probably didn’t have time to take revenge by passive aggression on imagined insults. Rather they likely gave their lifeblood to what they treasured. So it stands to reason that despite the reeing of the nerds, our beauty standard has clearly changed from the Lady Laussel to… erm… Lindley Lohan, I guess. She might have been a symbol of theirs, of wealth, abundance, prosperity and fertility. Her fertile body exudes motherhood, whereas I can’t help but wonder if today’s venuses would break between the sheets. But that’s just me, clearly. I’m accustomed to being vanguard of my own lonely fringe. It’s why I try to remember my trigger warnings. I’d hate to be the uninvited wellakshyully guy. Anyway.

As Willendorf moved into Laussel and eastwards out then you have the ritual and/or items, a horn, a throne, a bed. Whatever their “true” meaning, it remains that the attributes of the Venus are timeless and that long after her fetishes were lost to the land, the ideas within them persisted and contorted to keep with time. A fetish used to refer to a tribal totem, by the way, and was not always the same as a kink which is different than a preference, fancy, liking or shine.

In the Venus, which could just as easily be the Frīja or Freyja Laussel, I see the dawning of the Hagia Sophia. The stewardess of the Mead of Wisdom sought by Odin æons later. She holds a horn. It could be a drinking horn or as easily be a calling horn. However given the ubiquitous symbolism of the horn as a purveyor of wealth and wisdom, one reckons the horn is for her to drink of. I think that’s significant because possession is a flexible concept. It’s only recently, really, that the poor get to have nice things. Or take selfies. Prior, monuments and testaments required status. (Purvey, as a word, has been tentatively linked to the name Annapurna by writers like Jean Markale & Logan Seabiscuit. Links at the end.)

From where I stand, it seems to me that the Goddess whose horn became the Cornucopia which gave forth nektar to the Hellenistic Deities, was also what Suttung’s daughter guarded, what flowed from the horns of Asgard in perpetuity so safeguarded by Odin. We know the Goddess Inanna imbibed beer to gain wisdom from its properties in the Neareastern crucible. The Dagda guards a cauldron of renaissance which one wonders if he got from Morrigna in the way Odin got the gift of Poetry – initiated by one of the Gygir, lady Jotnar, the eldest race. The grail, then, which comes to Christ was never a Jewish cup but an Aryan goblet so filled, I think, by what the Venus Laussel held. The horn which we know for many cultures predates the cup, was a backdrop of many European myths that was likely much more important earlier in history. Just as the primeval cow motif was likely much more important, as it remains important to the direct inheritors of the Vedas.

I think my idea holds water, or mead if you like, beer even, or in my case gin. I think there is a link between the Mead of Inspiration and the Grail. Most Pagans can see that the grail is thinly veiled Heathen theology. A manifestation of the divine feminine, safeguarded by the masculine divine. The horn is replaced by the cup, the grail is a fanciful cup. The horn was once allotted to a privileged few and symbolising status, so the grail ended up being.

But there are other reasons. Other Venuses. Another of the French Venuses was found with a solar halo. Of a kind the Christians like to put on their saints, spoked like a sunwheel. Evidently ‘fire in the head’ is important to Shamanism today and yesteryear. There are pentecostal flames. Older myths speak of those born to fire, or beings crowned by the sun. The Celtic Grannos/Granneiach can be translated as Sun Face, but was predated by a forgotten Celtic Goddess of the sun. The Teutonic tribes had Solar Goddesses, were they anticipated by the sun crowned Venus? Another Venus is seated in a throne flanked by cats (lions?) or some such beast. Later iterations of Goddesses are tended thus, Ishtar and her lions, Freyja and her cats.

And it goes further, our little Well of Urd. Or Wyrd. Among some of the later Venuses are snake charmers. Inanna’s home was also home to enchanted snakes. When the Jews neutered Astarte-Ishtar, they created Eve after her half-hearted likeness, but they could not stop her from eating her fill of the apples of wisdom and regaining her power – is it a coincidence that a snake in a tree showed her the way? Or that Eve replaced Lilith, who Inanna evicted? All Eve is, is a victim of jew butchery and spiritual copyright infringement. Her story is Inanna’s stripped of power. We’ve yet to look upon her having done the maths to feed the equation to her full figure, when we do, again, I think she shall take us back to the Goddesses and home to Çatalhöyűk and Laussel beyond.

The Apple to Aryans is a symbol of salvific import. Life and healing stem from it. And so by the time the Jew had finished the copyright theft, Eden’s Fruit in Europe became the apple. The Fruit of the Knowledge of Good & Evil, in whose communion the Gnostics held a missing like. Salvation was not a gift given to feckless twats by some eternally benevolent mindfucker. Gnosis itself is salivation. If the Fruit of the Spirit is Wisdom, the Goddess Sophia, than her song is of that Fruit and how the Serpent, once her consort, had to awaken her flesh to the spirit within. So she ate, and gained her gifts. I doubt highly the pernicious heebs left us the true tale, since we see among the Pantheons an Anna Purveyor (think Anapurna) of the blessed Fruit, sustainer of deity. That’s no small role, one that could not fit into the skulking, slinking, silent-begging marionettes ruined by semitism.

Apollo, originally a medicine god, has his name’s root in the same vein as the PIE for apple. Avalon, Emain Ablach, had apples of resurrection shepherded by what, rather who, becomes Morgan. Asgard had apples of immortality guarded by Idunn whose name is not unlike what Europeans made Eden into. I digress.

Enchanted snakes guarded the Temple of Bona Dea, whom some say is Cybele whom others say is Inanna in disguise. The Greeks who defame women, likened the old Goddesses as half serpentine monstrosities, effectively blending witch and familiar. And so the Minoan snake priestess- link to the ancients- becomes Medusa. Odin must become a snake to enter Earth and seize the Mead of Inspiration. So it is not unfair to see in the Luciferian Serpent the Promethean Wotan. Another question, Lucifer the name is a compound word, same as Christopher. It means the Light Bearer. Whose light? Many feel it is the light of Venus, herself.

One can see in the heavy, unyielding forms of the ancient Gygir, whom I contest the aancient Venuses show, the future Goddesses we worship today. One thinks of the Sleeping Lady of Malta lieing luxuriant on her bed in her hypogeum as a precursor to the Oracles of the Hellenes and the Volvar of the Teutons. Wise women who had to be raised from under the earth to scry their dreams of deathly omens. As Odin drags the Volvar into the light, once the sun came to the seeress in her inner earth. Many hypogeæ were built to draw the solstice sun into the caves and fertilise them. Sun God and Earth Goddess in beginning. A line can be traced, I think.

One could say more. But for now I’ve said what I want to. But I leave it there, that in the wealth of the Goddess’ curves are lines of prophecy that help add weight to the spirit we have inherited. Whether like me you find her strongest in the Teutonic mysteries, the Celtic or Hellenic, I think she can grace us with a good deal yet and deserves to seat her every inch on an altar of modern make.

Or not.

Whatever floats your boat or sinks your dinghy.

ƿæs þū hæl!

More:

Devotional art of mine, re: above- here.

Runic Ode

Ode to Sophia

Of Gygir & Jotnar

Venus

Women

Cosmology

See also:

Great Goddess

Ishtar

Baubo

Britannia

Reference Photos

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30 thoughts on “Our Lady of Laussel

  1. Horn, Throne, and bed. The horn represents cosmic energy from the infinite void of Ginnungagap to the microbial life upon Middle Earth/Midgard/Middle Yard lying halfway between the various dimensions. The horn represents the sustainer of life be it milk, water, or masculine vitality/semen. The throne is a prestigious version of the bed giving it greater importance/value/reverence. The bed represents rebirth/death/birth AKA reincarnation along with the dream/sleep world where folk’s channel their thoughts/feelings/hopes/dreams/ideals or fears alongside the spirits of forebears or even posterity yet to be.
    It’s interesting what you said about a Totem being a Fetish/Fetish being a Totem AKA sacred objects/places/things of divine energy/power/beauty or even a good luck charm or cursed object.
    It is nice to appreciate the divine feminine sure though being wholly fixated on women is too narrow. Both men and women should co-exist in commonality toward upholding the volk/frith/tribal ordnung.
    The modern has no place for true masculinity and really you can’t have divine feminity if there isn’t genuine masculinity. Passivity/apathy are the marks of the modern age induced by consumerism, escapism, political duopoly/ZOG, plastics/estrogen mimicking chemicals/drugs, and the whole cultural/linguistic/educational neutering/sterilization of folks via political correctness/cultural Marxism/lgtpizn ideology, false flags, etc. Butch feminists and effeminate males are a disgrace to forebears and the future of the folk. As long as another/other tribes lord it over us how can we truly be free? Sovereignty ushers the divine onto the stage while becoming a ZOGbot serf or adjacent to that out of necessity crushes the spirit.

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    1. Interesting points. The thing about totemic spirituality, I think, is that the Totem becomes a channel. A two way road. However unlike Runes, which are more of a singular gateway, totems are variegated and attenuated to the will of the imbuer. The totem has a creator, while the Runes are themselves eternal archetypes formulaically codified by a God. They allow one to tap constants, but Totems focus variables. I think, I believe.

      When I make art, a bit of will goes into it. Especially when it’s something 3 dimensional, like a Thor Hammer or a Coat of Arms. The totem becomes a manifestation and focus of an intention, rather than a channel to draw energy into the mundus from the æther as the Runes, or other fixed sigils do which have been long endowed with immutable energy.

      Not to say I don’t feel one can graft Runes into a totem. I believe all intention can only be positively affected by Runes.

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    2. As far as balancing the anima/animosity goes… I have observed that women in a church context tend towards a more earnest faith than do men, albeit not always. It was Robert Graves who made the case that absence of the divine feminine can only lead to homosexualism. The opposite is just as true.

      I suspect there may be a scale in which the Soul experience the divine axiomatically. The Anima seeks Animus, the Animus – Anima. I suspect in Norse Mythology, and broadly in Germanic language, you see a progenitive balance in words. Sun[fem] Moon[mas], Day [mas] Night[fem], and so on. Every God has a mirror Goddess, often coupled with a polarizing force. Life is a procreative monad, that requires balance.

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      1. It’s a collection of essays. Published in the 90s. The scope is wild, and very honest. I think.Parfrey is a mixling, but a wild card. They don’t make them like him any more.

        One of the essays is about gravitic/subtractive body cults. For the gravitic cult, the Sleeping Lady of Malta is described as a priestess in an oracular frenzy, and it is said that their cult was in part governed by such priestesses who were kept sedentary and fed a rich diet to bolster the yield of their prophecies and oracles. The writer based this assumption on some fringe experiments (uncited) which purport that girth somehow magnifies psychic power (no elaboration. ) It ranks up there with one of the strangest explanations for the old Venuses I’ve read. But maybe it’s not that out there. There were a few citations, which I’ve tracked down, but they’re not as informative as you’d like. Evidently Crowley tried to revitalize that cult, but like everything he did it was all fucked up and kinda goofy and devolved into cannibal fantasies. Yuck. I can tolerate a lot, but I don’t care for cannibals.

        There is A LOT of dirt on Crowley, his cronies and the offshoots of Thelema and their influence on the general “satanic” “panic.” It’s a really wild read, I strongly recommend it. The various synthetic cults, and how openly they operated, is shocking. Especially under the nose of the moral majority. There’s some interesting pieces on Eugenics and Degenerate Art, too, which are surprisingly amenable. Really expanded my appreciation for the occult undergarments of America, and how thin the veil really is between the mainstream and infinite dissent. The kind of information that doesn’t seem immediately useful, but is tangentially useful in odd places.

        Anyway, your opening lines made me think of the book today at work. Adam Parfrey, Apocalypse Culture. It shouldn’t be too hard to find. I got mine for about 12 books special order at the local Bullmoose.

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      2. Well that’s grim. But it fits with the decorum of the current year.

        Still waiting for that sweet, sweet Fat Lady to steal the Gjallarhorn and sing, sing, sing. Perhaps if Crowley had learned invocations to Brawn Hilda instead of turning magick into kike scribbles…

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      3. Anyway. Keep your eyes out for good Fat Lady Singing memes and send em over, here or in the peanut gallery. Jolly reacts only. Nothing sinister or creepy or soul erasing. Ties into my post for next week. Well, not really- but kinda.

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      4. Not all necessarily singing related, but there’s some fun ones. Theres a lot of cartoon valkyries on the web, no shock, but a lot of them are wicked Sunday-papery. Y’know it’s funny. I was going to use that Adele song there they used to play. I like her, thought she had a strong voice, handsome woman too, not that it matters when you’re on the radio, used to listen to her during my old work commute. But I haven’t listened to mainstream radio since I quit education.

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      5. I think I settled on my gag reel. My post comes out Wednesday. If you see anything fitting the theme before then, I might be able to use it. You seem to find things I don’t.

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      6. Anyways. It stuck in my craw because I didn’t know what I was seeing and looked up what a dependapotamus is.

        Call me a white knight, stress on the huhwhite, but I feel that meme thread is a bit uncharitable as it falls online. Seems like a bastard child of mgtow and shitlib thinking. There’s nothing overly wrong with women being beneficiaries of a martial society, less women leaving the workforce and embracing homemaking, pursuit of hobby, and so forth. In fact I think it’s clear that the opposite is true and that forcing women into positions of labour and/or high risk investment, devaluing their characters by commodifying them, etc by proxy has done huge damage. As evidenced by huge spurts in alcoholism, drug addiction, and suicide to heel with that of instances in men.

        But I suspect you know all this already. Still, warrants a mention.

        Or maybe my spergery is just leaking.

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      7. No, I meant the attitude online. Post whatever you want. What I mean is if you read the commentaries online by whatever anons, you get a schizophrenic mix of liberals reefing on a woman for choosing to stay at home and/or supporting her husband morally while benefitting materially and these fake mgtow types implying it’s unfair of a woman to expect to be taken care of. In short, I’m trying to say the whole mockery of the dependa is another way of shoving women in a corner, because many choose to stay at home – irrespective of whether their husband is a serviceman or not.

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      8. Guess you could also say the Food IQ question could be in the eye of the beholder. Be it bodybuilding/power lifting and putting on weight to build more muscle or it could be meeting the bare minimum to get by or going all hog wild with plenty and then some. Part of the food IQ idea could mean knowing your body’s nutrition deficiencies /limits and how to fix that/come to terms with that. There’s all different types/combinations as you’ve said in the Grandpa Simpson article.

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      9. Indeed there is. All types to build a village. One of the reasons I had asked about Odin’s Wide was to ask if you’ve ever heard of the Æcerbot? It’s a christianised Pagan ritual, and by christianised I mean they sprinkled holy water on it with a few irritating pieties and called it good.

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      10. You should look it up. The imagery is evocative, but very obviously collates to earlier Earth Mother worship. There was a tad bit of sympathetic magick involved in which the “idol” of Erce was “fed” bounties with the proviso she should wax bountiful and release her blessings after having grown great and pregnant in the Lord’s embrace. It may have been hierogamous at one point, the Lord would have been Wōden, etc. But it is an interesting folk survival of a pagan sovereignty rite in which the Goddess embodies the proverbial (or one wonders at one point actual) fat of the land, abundance and fecundity.

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      11. Supposedly also, the Hypogeæ were supposed to act as conduits for prophetic energy, resulting in the dreams. That thought I have seen echoed in many things I’ve read. Something to do with magnetism, seems to be the common denominator.

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      1. If you see it from afar it looks like a turkey or bowl of fruit, though when you look closely at it you can see it as a large Goddess laying down. I still like using the 30,000 years ago of Willendorf as a start date year for my pagan/heathen calendar. Rather than the Christian saying ho it’s idol worship or profanity, depicting these statues was/is a sign of reverence and respect. I think the various Nerthuz statues across Europe were/are a remnant from Neandertal times and were phased out as a new cultural grouping grew. I agree that the depiction is a mother Goddess and priestess.

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      2. I didn’t get turkey. But I’ll give you pear. Anyway.

        I can’t imagine the statues would have been made out of anything other than reverence. I think building monuments to things loathed is a very new invention.

        I may be a victim of the Baader-Meinhof Effekt. But it seems to me there’s been a rekindling of interest in, and speculation towards a retvrn to the Venuses. It’s still all very fringe, but the pulse is there. It’s anyone’s guess what a Venus Cult revived would look like, unless you believe in the anecdotal recollections of Aleister Crowley’s goons who say they kidnapped a moon goddess…. anywhere.

        I find calendars fascinating, but I’m not married to numbers, because I don’t believe in linear time. I am curious as to why 30k. I’m sure there’s a great reason, but it’s more than likely gone over my head.

        There’s one thing that stuck with me from the article. The suggestion that the Fat Ladies outside the Tarxian temple of Hal Safieni depicted Giantesses believed to have carried quarry stones to the island from the mainland. That notion is echoed in Nightside of the Runes, wherein Christianised Swedes believed Jotnar dragged the Runestones to Sweden after the Deluge. And the Britons also believed Fomoire or whatever dragged the henges and dolmens from Away. Which is to say that the actions of the different Goddess/Priestess statues varied, with the Sleeping Lady being anOracle, etc.

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