ᚦᛁᚾᛣᛁᛝ᛫ᛁᚾ᛫ᚻᛠᚦᛖᚾ᛫ᛖᛝᛚᛁᛋᚻ

:ᛁ᛫ᛞᛟ᛫ᚾᛟᛏ᛫ᚦᛁᚾᛣ᛫ᚪ᛫ᛗᚪᚾ᛫ᚳᚪᚾ᛫ᛒᛖ᛫ᚪ᛫ᚷᛟᛟᛞ᛫ᚻᚢᛋᛒᚪᚾᛞ᛫ᚹᛁᚦᛟᚢᛏ᛫ᚹᚪᛚᛣᛁᛝ᛫ᚹᛁᚦ᛫ᛒᛟᚦ᛫ᚹᛟᛞᛖᚾ᛫ᚪᚾᛞ᛫ᚦᚢᚾᛟᚱ:

:ᛁ᛫ᚪᛚᛋᛟ᛫ᚦᛁᚾᛣ᛫ᛁᛏ᛫ᛈᚪᛄᛋ᛫ᛏᛟ᛫ᛚᛟᛟᛣ᛫ᚪᛏ᛫ᛡᚱᛗᚢᚾᚷᚪᚾᛞ᛫ᚾᛟᛏ᛫ᚪᛋ᛫ᛋᛟᛗᛖ᛫ᚻᛠᚹᛖᚾᛚᚣ᛫ᛖᚹᛁᛚ᛫ᛒᚢᛏ᛫ᚪᛋ᛫ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᛟᛞ᛫ᛟᚠ᛫ᛋᚾᚪᛣᛖᛋ+ᚪᛋ᛫ᚹᛟᛞᛖᚾ᛫ᛒᛖᚳᛟᛗᛖᛋ᛫ᚪ᛫ᛋᚾᚪᛣᛖ᛫ᛏᛟ᛫ᛋᛖᛖᛣ᛫ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᛟᛞᛞᛖᛋᛋ + σοφία ᛫ᛁᚾ᛫ᚦᛖ᛫ᛠᚱᚦ:

Our Lady of Laussel

Trigger Warning: this will likely only appeal to Palæolithic Enthusiasts or fans of the mighty Architect. And Agent Rick, whom I'm sure enjoys being brain-raped weekly. By me, your host. I digress.

Something of an Ode to Our Lady of Dordogne, the Venus of Laussel and all her hypostases in the Palæolithic world. How I think she bridges the gap to Asatru (and other) today, and maybe why Scarlet should frankly give a damn. Or not. Whatever floats your boat or sinks your dinghy. Links for the autistic are enclosed. Drink the Horn, bigot.

ᚦᛁᚾᛣᛁᛝ᛫ᛁᚾ᛫ᚻᛠᚦᛖᚾ᛫ᛖᛝᛚᛁᛋᚻ

:ᚪᚾ᛫ᚩᛞᛖ᛫ᛏᚩ᛫ᚦᛖ᛫ᚠᚱᛁᛄᚪ᛫ᛚᚪᚢᛋᛋᛖᛚ+ᛚᛟᛝ᛫ᛗᚪᛄ᛫ᛋᚻᛖ᛫ᛞᚱᛁᚾᛣ:

ᚦᛁᚾᛣᛁᛝ᛫ᛁᚾ᛫ᚻᛠᚦᛖᚾ᛫ᛖᛝᛚᛁᛋᚻ

:ᛋᛟ᛫ᛋᚪᛁᛞ᛫ᚦᛖ᛫ᚪᛝᛚᛁᚳᚪᚾᛋ+ᚹᛁᚦ᛫ᛗᚣ᛫ᛒᛟᛞᛄ᛫ᛁ᛫ᚦᛖᛖ᛫ᚹᛟᚱᛋᛄᛁᛈ:

:ᚠᚱᛟᛗ᛫ᚷᛁᚾᚢᚾᛝᚪᚷᚪᛈ᛫ᛏᛟ᛫ᛄᛟᚢᚱ᛫ᚹᛁᚠᛖᛋ᛫ᛟᚹᚾ᛫ᛚᚪᛈ᛫ᚪᛋ᛫ᚠᚱᛟᛗ᛫ᚣᚸᛞᚱᚪᛋᛁᛚ᛫ᛏᛟ᛫ᛄᛟᚢᚱ᛫ᛏᚱᛖᛖ᛫ᛟᚠ᛫ᛚᛁᚠᛖ: ᛚᛖᛏ᛫ᚦᛖ᛫ᚾᛟᚱᚾᛋ᛫ᛋᛖᚹ᛫ᛚᛟᚹᛖ᛫ᚪᛗᛟᛝᛥ᛫ᛄᛟᚢᚱ᛫ᛟᚪᛏᛋ:

ᚦᛁᚾᛣᛁᛝ᛫ᛁᚾ᛫ᚻᛠᚦᛖᚾ᛫ᛖᛝᛚᛁᛋᚻ

:ᚪ᛫ᛚᛟᚹᛖᛋᛟᛝ᛫ᚠᛟᚱ᛫ᛟᚢᚱ᛫ᛠᚱᚦ᛫ᛁᛋ᛫ᚪᛚᛚ:

ᚦᛁᚾᛣᛁᛝ᛫ᛁᚾ᛫ᚻᛠᚦᛖᚾ᛫ᛖᛝᛚᛁᛋᚻ

:ᛟᚾ᛫ᚻᛟᚹ᛫ᚹᛖ᛫ᛚᛁᚹᛖ᛫ᛏᛟ᛫ᚠᛖᛖᛞ᛫ᛟᚢᚱ᛫ᚷᚱᛠᛏ᛫ᛗᛟᚦᛖᚱ᛫ᛠᚱᚦ᛫ᚹᚻᛟ᛫ᚷᛁᚹᛖᛋ᛫ᚢᛋ᛫ᛖᚹᛖᚱᛄ᛫ᚷᛟᛞᛞᛖᛋᛋ:

Baubo

Come with me now to Seax's gallery of the obtuse! In today's instalment of things not many other people think about but me is...
...
...Baubo!

Goddess of... [drumroll] let's find out. Or not. You won't know until you open me. And even then, who knows? Trigger warning for man-babies, grownup words are used.

Short Story: Pearl of Great Price

Maybe this means something to you, maybe it doesn't. It means something to me, but that doesn't need to mean anything to you. If it does, let me know- if you like. If it doesn't, than happy Wōdensdæg to you. Whatever floats your boat or sinks your dinghy.

Wæs þu hāl, cȳþþu. And Agent Rick.

You Positive? How ‘Bout Now?

Brain Dump: What is Even Self Image Edition. Just say NO to the Media-Industrial Complex. Wicked friggin hahd Dude. Yeah Bud.

The Wearing of the Green

Musings on trying to become my own Greenman in light of my few firmly held convictions. Hail to thee, Mother Earth!