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A place for Aryan (European) Folkish Pagans
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!
More folk tales are coming
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My new Zbruch idol and the old, wooden one
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Then the old man fell asleep.
The couple rose early. Now the lad recognized the old man. He was the one who gave him advices before the bridge. They gave the old man a lot to eat and drink and he left.
The end
A month passed and as it was getting dark the couple heard a knock at the door. It was an old man. He asked them to let him stay the night at the house. The old man sat close to the fireplace and warmed himself. He saw that the lad was upset.
—Why are you so sad?
—You can’t help me, so there’s no point in telling…
—Maybe I can…
The lad told everything and mentioned that this night the chort will come and take his life unless he answers nine riddles.
—Don’t you worry, kid. Go to bed and let me handle it.
The couple went to bed and soon fell asleep. The old man stayed up waiting in front of the fireplace. Exactly at twelve a voice came from the window.
The lad went further. He came to the ninth village and saw the house which looked just as the old man described. He entered and saw an old man with three daughters.
—Come in and rest. What do you want from us?
—I’d like to marry one of your daughters.
He asked for the youngest one, but the father didn’t like it and told him to take the eldest daughter. The lad wanted to protest, but remember the advice he got from an old man.
There was a wedding and a lot of fun.
Chort’s bridge
There was a widow. She had a son and couldn’t find a wife for him. When he grew up the widow got sick and died. Then the lad set off to find himself a wife. He decided to go the neighboring village. On his way there he came to a bridge and met an old man in front of it.
—Where are you going, lad?-the old man asked.
—I’m looking for a wife who’s neither rich, nor poor.
The old man advised him to follow the track until he reaches the ninth village.
—There you will see a big, beautiful house. A man with three daughters lives there. But don’t choose and take the one he offers. And when you cross this bridge make sure to be quiet, walk on your toes.
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!
Got more Hutsul folklore if you are interested
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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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Got a miniature Zbruch idol from @wildejager
This is definitely the most detailed copy of the original. The latter is the most well-known Slavic sacred object depicting four different deities. Two pairs of Gods and Goddesses of Zbruch idol are hard to identify and there’s many theories. I personally consider them to be either some completely forgotten deities or local variants of major Slavic Gods such as Dazbog and Mokosh.
Order one for yourself at: shop@militant.zone
The idol is available in different colors. Will post more photos later.
—Are you here waiting for me or are you sleeping?
—I am waiting indeed. What do you want from me?-asked the old man.
The chort thought it was the lad.
—I’ll ask you nine questions. You answer.
—Alright.
—Of which there’s only one in the world?
—The sun.
—Good. Of which there’s two in the world?
—Eyes.
—Right you are. Of which there’s three in the world?
—Windows in a good house.
—Yes. Of which there’s fours in the world??
—Wheels on a wagon.
—True. Of which there’s five in the world??
—Fingers on a man’s hand.
—Right. Of which there’s six in the world?
—Oxen in a landowner’s barn.
—Of which there’s seven in the world?
—Daughter’s at an unfortunate man’s house. He’ll have a hard time finding husbands for them.
—Of which there’s eight in the world?
—Sacks of grain in a rich man’s house.
—Of which there’s nine in the world?
—Pieces of salt beef in a fortunate man’s house. He’ll eat well.
—You are right. You solved them all and won. The salt beef is yours and I won’t trouble you anymore.-said the chort and left.
Then the lad decided to take his wife back to his village. They set off and soon reached the bridge.
—This is no ordinarily bridge, it belongs to a chort.-he said-we have to cross it quietly.
The couple took off their shoes and as soon as they got on the other side the chort appeared.
—Well, led, as you remember I promised you a reward and I keep my word. I see you got yourself a wife…Take nine boars. Slaughter them when you get home and cook some salt beef. Leave the beef hanging and eat the rest with your wife. In a month I will come and ask nine riddles. If you fail to answer them all I’ll take both the salt beef and your life.
The young took the boars home and did everything like the chort said.
The lad did just that. Took off his shoes and crossed the bridge. He only made a couple of steps and a chort came out.
—Do you know that it’s chort’s bridge?
—I do.
—Well, since you crossed it quietly I’ll reward you when you return.
Chorts are popular because of their mix of danger and comedy. They often end up helping the protagonist, albeit unwillingly (e.g. because they loose a bet).
Chorts are also very social creatures. They live among humans and act accordingly. Chorts like to get drunk and have fun with the witches. They are also fond of riddles, games and fun in general.