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:

Concerted Cosmological Contrivances

This is a time suck, be warned. I've injected a lot more grey matter into this than other things. What follows is some exegesis of mine. An attempt to untangle my own gut feelings from scholarship I've read, and to try and put things together again. This is all unverified personal gnosis, for those familiar with the terms. From a perspective which waxes Teutonic, I have tried to balance what speaks to me from Celtic and to a greatly diminished return Hellenic culture in my quest to integrate Goddess and God into my life. My belief that the Pantheon is hypostatic, and Life as a superorganism constitutes a brahmanesque monad in which polarity creates dynamism. But how, at least for us in the mortal coil, the Fertility Cult is the oldest and I think most sensible place to look for the Divine.

Who’s Your Venus?

If you too have wondered about palaeolithic fertility cults, sociology and European Religion than I have a ditty for you.