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The third son came to the pear-tree, made a fire and sat down to fry some salo
The mouse crept up to him:
-Give me some
The lad gave her a slice of bread with salo
-Now go to sleep and at twelve o'clock I'll wake you. A golden bird with a golden basket will come flying here to pick pears. And if you come out so that she can't hear you, you should catch her. She isn't timid.
Medieval Christianity deified the inequality of classes, domination and submission, the feudal and hierarchical structure of society and the authority of the state. The unifying role of a state religion was also important.
Kievan Rus, which continued to extend it’s territories in the tenth and eleventh centuries, included, together with the East Slavonic peoples, the non-Slavonic tribes of the Baltic coast, the Volga region and the southern steppes who had their own pagan gods. The consolidation of the ruling class and the state contributed to their replacement by the single, developed Christian religious system.
Yaroslav Sbchapo
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Christianization, debatably, made dwarves comical and cute, which is the same treatment elves got.
Dwarves are even thought to be "dark elves". I believe that most likely they were initially less physical beings, akin to the daemons of Greek mythology. Nature spirits associated with mountains, mines and the Underworld. Skilled in crafting, with Powers similar to (but less than) the Gods. And often more spiteful too.
Anglo Joel
The dwarf, or dweorg as it was in old English, beings older than man, that sprouted out of the ancient Ymir shortly after his death at the hands of Odin and his brothers. In some sources they even had a hand in creating man. What’s always consistent is that they are craftsmen having created numerous items for the Gods, most notably Mjolnir, just one of their many works. Unlike what modern people think of a dwarf, our ancestors took them seriously.
Anglo Joel
To be a pagan is to be yourself. But not the one you try to be only to fit the preferences of others. To be a pagan is to be your true self, without the zombifying effect of the surrounding mediocrity.
Volkhv Veleslav
Chugaister is also known as the forest man and forest grandfather.
Art by D.Zinchuk
—Here’s your gold. Give me the soul.
Hutsul gave him the big bag. The chort came to the forest and opened it. The ram got scared of the chort, beat him up with horns and hoofs and ran away.
Meanwhile the man used the gold well and became a rich.
The man told his wife about the deal with the chort.
—What will I do when the evil spit takes you?—cried the wife.
The man thought and said:
—Don’t worry, I’ll trick the chort.
He found a little sparrow under the straw thatch of his house and hid it in a small bag.
When the evening came a man with a sack over his shoulder knocked at the door. It was the chort disguised as a human.
—Here’s the flour-he said-now get me your soul.
The poor man gave him the small bag and took the sack. He said:
—It’s sleeping. Open the bag when you’re far from my home.
The chort went to the forest and opened the bag there. As soon as he did so the little sparrow flew off into the skies. The chort tried to catch it for a while, but gave up.
How a man tricked a chort
There was a poor Hutsul family. A man, his wife and ten small children. Both parents were working from morning till night, but still stayed poor and hungry. The man weakened from constant work. One day he called his wife and said:
—We are going to die if we keep this up. How can we feed our kids?
—And we’ll have an eleventh child soon-the wife said crying.
—What will I do when my eleventh child is born?
The man decided to go to the landowner.
—What are you doing here, peasant?
—I’m in trouble, sir. Give me food. My family is starving. I’ll get better and work it off. I’ll also send my kids to serve you when they grow up.
—I won’t give you anything. You’ll just die and my food will go to waste. And I don’t need your kids.
Hutsul decided to go the priest.
—What do you want?-asked the priest.
—Please, give me some bread to feed my kids. They are starving. I’ll work it off.
—I won’t give you any. If I start giving to the poor I’ll soon end up begging myself.
Our European-descended brothers and sisters are asleep. Rootless, stripped of their heritage and their sense of self-worth, they wander through the world bemused by the idle entertainment and material delights. How can they be true to themselves? How can they find the path that leads to our spiritual home? Some of them explore the religions of other peoples-American Indian religion, Voudon or other expressions of African belief, the intricacies of Tibetan Buddhism—without understanding that the way of their own ancestors is the best way for them.
S.McNallen
Siegfried by Ernst Seger
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When it got dark he came to the man’s house and spoke in a frightening voice:
—I’m a demon. Give me the gold or you’ll die a terrible death.
The man got scared because he was superstitious and gave the gold.
The priest brought the gold home. He was laughing with his wife:
—We fooled that stupid Rusyn well. He gave me so much gold!
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The Iron Wolf
One king had a golden pear-tree. But hadn't any use from it because someone always stole all the fruit. So the king made his sons keep watch over the pear-tree.
The eldest son came to the pear-tree. A mouse crept up to him and asked:
-Will you give me something to eat, prince?
He drove her away. Next morning, when he woke at dawn he saw nothing on the tree.
The middle son failed to keep an eye on the pear-tree too.
The king also had a third son, a simple and quiet lad who said:
-I’ll go to keep watch over the tree!
There was a poor family. All they had was one cow. They got a new child and the man went to the local priest to ask him to baptize her. The priest was greedy and asked for money.
—By the God, father, where will I get money? I only have one cow.
The priest thought and said:
—Bring the cow here.
The man was sad, but there was nothing else to do. He brought the cow. The priest said to the poor man:
—Don’t be sad, friend, I’ll pray and the Lord will reward you ten times.
The priest baptized the child and the man was so happy he forgot about the cow. But one day, the old cow returned to the poor man’s yard and brought priest’s ten cows with her. Priest’s shepherd wanted to, but the man said those were his cows. Then the priest himself came.
—Give me back my cows—he said to the poor man. And the man smiled.
—Those are my cows, sir. You said yourself that the god will reward me ten times and were right!
The priest returned home without the cows.
We are a wounded people. Torn from our ancient tribes, riven by sword and burned by fire until we died or accepted foreign beliefs, stripped of our natural pride, filled with guilt—guilt about sex, guilt about power, guilt about the very color of our skin—we are brimming with poison.
S.McNallen
Originally being spirits of nature, dwarves aren’t too dissimilar to elves. Living in mines and under mountains. Generally speaking, they are friendly, albeit very vengeful if crossed. They could reward with gold or curse with sickness. One would have to be weary when dealing with dwarves.
The ones that dwelled in mines were particularly prone to malicious acts, miners would often leave them treats as to be free from harassment.
Anglo Joel
Sculpture of Othinn attached at the outside of reconstructed Viking house. Viking museum Foteviken, Sweden.
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Chugaister is more of a wild man, rather than Pan or Silvanus, even though he has much in common with the latter two, particularly his love for music. But Chugaister is not a master of the forest, but rather a dweller. Though one can argue it’s a dilution of an ancient more powerful concept of Chugaister into a friendly hermit spirit who likes to dance.
Art by Iva Mykhailian
Chugaister by D.Zinchuk
Chugaister is a forest spirit from Hutsul folklore. He is similar to leshy, but is way more positive. Chugaister is a lover of fun, dance and music and unlike leshys he doesn’t harms humans.
It was a great surprise to the landowner, the priest, the policeman and the merchant. They decided to ask the man about it.
—Sir, please tell us how you got so rich so fast. We really want to know.
—Alright, come with me and you’ll see.
The man brought them to the frozen river and the hole.
—Take off your clothes.
They did and the chort came.
—What do you want?-he asked.
—We all want to drown ourselves. Buy our souls—the man said.
—I’m done with your souls, but theirs will do.
The landowner, the priest, the policeman and the merchant all jumped into the hole and froze to death. The chort got their souls and took them straight to hell and the man returned home with four sacks of gold.
The end
Meanwhile the poor man’s kids ate all the bread their mother baked and were starving again. The Hutsul went to the frozen river again and took his clothes off in front of the hole. The chort came out again.
—Why did you come?-he asked.
—I want to drown myself.
—Do you know that your soul flew off to the skies?
—Where else could it go? But I don’t care because I have another one.
—Is it for sale?
—Sure!
—How much?
—What’s your offer?
—A sack full of gold.
—Deal.
—I’ll come this evening.
The man thought for a long time about how to trick the chort and got an idea. He took his ram and put it in a big bag.
When the evening came the chort knocked at the door. He had a heavy sack over his shoulder.
The man got very sad. He then went to the local policeman and the merchant, but they both refused to help him too.
The poor man didn’t want to return home empty-handed and decided to drown himself.
He came to a frozen river, made a hole in the ice and was ready to jump, but decided to take off his clothes not to waste them.
While the man was undressing a chort showed out of the hole.
—Why are you undressing at such cold? Are you going to swim?
—No, I’m going to drown myself here. Just want to leave those clothes here, maybe someone will bring them to my kids.
—How many kids do you have?
—Ten and the eleventh will come soon.
—Huh. Why are you leaving them?
—Because I can’t feed them. I’d give up my soul for some flour.
—How much do you want?
—At least one sack.
—Alright, go home now. This evening I’ll bring you one sack of flour. But get your soul ready!
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If a religion is not ethnically exclusive it's not a religion
as simple as that
The priest was laughing and talking to his wife with a bull’s skin and horns still on. He began taking it off, but couldn’t. The priest got scared and asked his wife:
—Take it off me!
The wife pulled but couldn’t take it off. She got very scared too and began crying. What to do? The priest said:
—Woman, take the gold back to the poor man. The God is punishing us.
The wife did so and returned home, but the priest stayed with a bull’s skin and horns.
The end
Greedy priest
There was a very poor man who had a lot of children and could barely feed them. The kids had to go to school, but they had neither boots, nor proper clothes. The poor man decided to dig up a garden and plant grapes. While digging he found a pile of gold and sold some to buy clothes for the kids.
His children began attending school. The teacher was a priest and he got surprised by the poor kids having fine clothes. The priest asked one of the boys:
—Where did your father get money?
The boy didn’t know how to lie and told the truth:
—Dad has dug up a pile of gold.
—Where’s the gold now?
—Hidden under the bed.
The priest envied the man. In the evening he consulted his wife on how to steal the gold.
He slaughtered a bull, took it’s skin and horns and put them on.
All four deities. Two male and two female ones.
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