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!


Devotional art of mine, re: above- here.

Runic Ode

Ode to Sophia

Of Gygir & Jotnar




See also:

Great Goddess




Reference Photos


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