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Bet vispirms jāiepiļī šis - laikam viens no visu laiku lipīgākajiem vikingmetāla intrō,
tā vien gribas uz riņķi vien klausīties (to arī daru):

Einherjer - Einherjermarsjen


The Wild Hunt

The Wild Hunt is a story common around Yule time. It is the story of Odin leading a wild entourage through the winter night sky complete with howling dogs, riding his eight-legged Sleipnir and followed by a host of other Einherjar and hangers-on. Of the lore about Odin, it is perhaps the most interesting and survives in some surprising forms to this day.

In its basic form, any of the nights between Yule and twelfth-night are probable times for this wild procession. It is told that on those cold, snowy, winter nights, what starts as a small breeze turns into a sudden hurricane as the storm of the hunt passes by. Occasionally, it may take the souls of those who don’t give it due respect.

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Children would often anticipate this event each Yule by placing their boots or stockings by the fireplace with offerings of carrots or hay for Sleipnir. In return, Odin would leave them candy presents.

So each cold Yule evening, when the wind picks up to a howl, remember that Jolnir, Odin himself, could be passing by at that moment. When you see the modern renditions of Santa arriving by sleigh, remember that at its core, we are seeing a non-Heathen representation of Odin bringing blessings on his Wild Hunt.

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The comparison of Berserkers with wolves (they are referred to as "wolf-coats" in Hrafnsmal) makes them symbolically dead - wolves are synonymous in Old English with outlaws and criminals, who are considered socially 'dead' - so we are able to see how they could be associated with Odin’s wolves or dogs in the Wild Hunt.

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Until the beginning of the 20th century, young men in Norway enacted the Wild Hunt at Winter Solstice. Costumed and masked, their task was to punish those who violated the rural traditions, usually by stealing beer and livestock. If the riders were given food and drink, however, they brought prosperity.


Palasīt vēl un vēl
(es saprotu, ka tu nelasīsi, to es sev)


p.s. Skonto Būve! :D

Sānceļos no semināra briedinājumiem...

Loki's origins and role in Norse mythology have been much debated by scholars. In 1835, Jacob Grimm was first to produce a major theory about Loki, in which he advanced the notion of Loki as a "god of fire". In 1889, Sophus Bugge theorized Loki to be variant of Lucifer of Christian mythology, an element of Bugge's larger effort to find a basis of Christianity in Norse mythology. After World War II, four scholarly theories dominated. The first of the four theories is that of Folke Ström, who in 1956 concluded that Loki is a hypostasis of the god Odin. In 1959, Jan de Vries theorized that Loki is a typical example of a trickster figure. In 1961, by way of excluding all non-Scandinavian mythological parallels in her analysis, Anna Birgitta Rooth concluded that Loki was originally a spider. Anne Holtsmark, writing in 1962, concluded that no conclusion could be made about Loki.

via jk

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Loki

“Make the most of your regrets;
never smother your sorrow, but tend and cherish it
till it comes to have a separate and integral interest.

To regret deeply is to live afresh.”

– Henry David Thoreau, Journals

Par godu lokālā Beovulfa svētkiem nedaudz pastaigājos internetā...

Most societies seem to have epic heroes and events that define them as they like to see themselves. Bearslayer is patriotic, brave, strong, tough, loyal, wise, fair, and virtuous, and he loves nature. He embodies the strengths and virtues of the Latvian folk in a legendary age of greatness, before they were subjugated and corrupted by "Strangers".




Šeit redzams Latvijas armijas smagā tipa bruņotais automobilis „LĀČPLĒSIS” un tā apkalpe 1919. gada rudenī jeb arhetipa militārindustriālā manifestācija.

Vēl sastapu nacionālromantisko, homoerotisko, dionīsisko, atlētisko, pēdējo, kaut kādu farsu un ar to arī pietika - atgriezos pie saknēm, pareizāk sakot, tā, kas pašam tuvākais, - tulkojuma (c) 2005, Arthur Cropley

Bet te sev iekopēju summāriju angliski. Lai gan draugu listēs šis ieraksts neparādās, bez lj-cut iztikt neatļaušos:

( There is no other work in Latvian literature whose story has penetrated mass consciousness as deeply or resounded as richly in literature and art as Bearslayer. )

—   Un vēl viņš teica, — piemetināja Gabriels, — ka ar laiku radīšot dzīvniekus un arī tos pakļaušot šā Likuma varai.
—   Jā, — sacīja Sātans, — es Viņu dzirdēju, tikai nekā ne­sapratu. Kas tas ir — «dzīvniekus», Gabriel?
—   Kā ta lai es to zinu? Kā lai jebkurš no mums to zinātu? Tas ir jauns vārds.
(Paiet trīs gadsimti pēc debesu laika, kas līdzinās simt mil­joniem gadu pēc Zemes laika. Ienāk Eņģelis Izsūtāmais.)
—   Milordi, Viņš taisa dzīvniekus. Vai jums nelabpatiktu nākt paskatīties?
Viņi aizgāja, ieraudzīja un apmulsa. Dziļi apmulsa — un Radītājs to ievēroja un teica:
—   Vaicājiet, es atbildēšu.
—   Dievišķais! — teica Sātans, zemu paklanīdamies. — Kam tie domāti?
—   Tie ir eksperimenti Morāles un Uzvedības jomā. Lūkojie­ties uz viņiem un mācieties.
Viņu bija tūkstošiem, visi rosmes pilni, visi aizņemti, ļoti aizņemti — galvenokārt cits cita vajāšanā. Izpētījis vienu no viņiem ar spēcīga mikroskopa palīdzību, Sātans sacīja:
—   Šis lielais zvērs nogalina vārgākos dzīvniekus, Dievišķais.
—   Tīģeris — jā. Viņa dabas likums ir niknums. Viņa dabas likums ir Dieva likums. Tīģeris nevar tam neklausīt.
—   Tātad, pakļaujoties tam, viņš neizdara nekādu nozie­gumu, ak Dievišķais?
—   Nē, viņš ir pilnīgi nevainīgs.
—   Bet šis zvēriņš ir ļoti lēnīgs, ak Dievišķais, un iet nāvē nepretodamies.
—   Trusis — jā. Viņam trūkst drosmes. Tāds ir viņa dabas likums — Dieva Likums. Un šim likumam jāpakļaujas.
—   Tātad būtu netaisni prasīt, lai trusis rīkojas citādi, nekā daba viņam liek, un turas pretī, ak Dievišķais?
—   Jā. Ne no vienas būtnes nevar prasīt, lai tā rīkotos pre­tēji savam dabas likumam — Dieva Likumam.
Sātans vēl ilgi taujāja, bet pēc tam teica:
—   Zirneklis nogalina mušu un apēd to; putns nogalina zir­nekli un apēd to; lūsis nogalina zosi; un… vārdu sakot, viņi visi nogalina cits citu. Skaties, kur gribi, vienas slepkavības. Šo radī­jumu ir bezgala daudz, un viņi tikai slepkavo, slepkavo un slep­kavo, visi viņi ir slepkavas. Un visi viņi ir nevainīgi, ak Die­višķais?
—   Viņi ir nevainīgi. Tāds ir viņu dabas likums. Bet dabas likums vienmēr ir Dieva Likums. Un tagad… verieties… rau­gieties! Jauns radījums, turklāt šedevrs — Cilvēks!
Un radās bariņi, pūļi, miljoni sieviešu, vīriešu, bērnu.
—   Un ko tu ar viņiem darīsi, ak Dievišķais?
—   Ielikšu katrā atsevišķā indivīdā dažādās pakāpēs un no­krāsās visas tās daudzveidīgās Tikumiskās īpašības, kas pa vie­nai iedalītas visiem mēmās dzīvnieku pasaules pārstāvjiem, — drosmi, gļēvulību, niknumu, lēnprātību, godīgumu, taisnīgumu, izmanīgumu, nodevību, augstsirdību, nežēlību, nekrietnību, ļaun­prātību, miesas kārību, žēlsirdību, līdzjūtību, sirdsskaidrību, egoismu, maigumu, godprātību, mīlu, naidu, zemiskumu, cilde­numu, uzticību, viltību, patiesīgumu, melīgumu, — katra cilvē­ciska būtne saņems visas šīs īpašības, un no tām veidosies viņas daba. Dažos lieliskās, cildenās īpašības uzveiks ļaunās, un tādus sauks par labiem cilvēkiem, citos valdīs sliktā iedaba, un tos sauks par sliktiem cilvēkiem.


/Marks Tvens, Vēstules no Zemes/


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Letters_from_the_Earth

Believe it or not, lovers underestimate the significance of gender. During courtship men will claim that they want a woman to think and behave like them, and women will imply that they want the men to think and behave like women. So it becomes great short-term strategy, on both sides, to deceive the other — men becoming "sensitive New Age guys" and women becoming hiking boot mammas. Then comes: "I thought you were different" and "I was doing what you said you wanted me to." You can see this courtship deception throughout nature if you've got your eyes and ears wide open, which is seldom the case when you're head-over-heels in love. When nature lovers observe nature they often see yang and yin and seldom see male and female. Yin and yang are fondly thought of as harmonic, balancing principles, and being in love seems like perfectly interlocking lumps of play dough. Male and female is anything but that. Male and female is a reproductive strategy, created by natural selection, which ensures genetic diversity. Since natural selection (nature) doesn't care how difficult it is for humans trying to get along in modern times, this is what it came up with: Females want the best they can get; males want the most they can get. That's about as succinct a statement of what we resent in one another that I can think of. Humans have been trying to overcome that for millennia without stopping to wonder: why is this so difficult? It would help to understand the origins and function of this dilemma if, in fact, we really wanted to change it. Think about that. The answer goes back a couple of billion years when asexual gametes produced by algae differentiated slightly into a small mobile variety without much nourishment and a large, juicy variety with limited movement capability — in other words, prodigal sperm and scarce eggs.


/Nature Lover by John Wymore/

Šī īpatnējā sajūta saglabājās pietiekami ilgi, lai spētu to apzinā­ties. Tad to nomainīja visu nomācošas bailes, šausmas, kas pārņē­ma mani nevis pēkšņi, bet kaut kā ļoti vienmērīgi un pietiekami ātri. Sākumā brīnišķīgo klusuma pasauli saplosīja asas skaņas, taču uz mani tas neattiecās. Skaņas kļuva skaļākas un nepārtrauktas, it kā tās spiestos man virsū, un pamazām es zaudēju vienreizējo brīvā lidojuma sajūtu nedalītajā, bezpersoniskajā un brīnišķīgajā pasaulē. Skaņas pārvērtās milzu soļos. Kaut kas milzīgs elpoja un staigāja ap mani. Es nospriedu, ka viņš mani medī.

Metos bēgt, paslēpos zem laukakmeņa un centos no turienes noteikt, kas īsti mani izseko. Pēc kāda laiciņa uz brīdi izrāpoju no savas slēptuves, — un izsekotājs, kuru es tā arī nesaskatīju, metās man virsū. Man uzgāzās kaut kas līdzīgs milzu ūdenszālei. Iedomā­jos, ka neglābjami tikšu saspiests zem šī gigantiskā gļotu kalna, taču jau tūdaļ atrados kādā bedrē vai iedobumā. Tad ievēroju, ka šīs gļotas vēl nav noklājušas visu zemes virsmu ap mani. Zem laukak­meņa vēl bija brīvs zemes pleķītis. Sāku turp rāpties. Redzēju no gļotu kalna notekam milzīgas piles. Tobrīd "zināju", ka tas izdala gremošanas sulu, lai mani izšķīdinātu. Viena pile uzkrita man uz ro­kas; es centos noberzt skābi ar zemi un mitrināju roku ar siekalām, turpinot ierakties zemē. Taču pēc dažām sekundēm es jau pats grasījos iztvaikot. Mani izstūma pret gaismu. Droši vien gļotu kalns bija mani izšķīdinājis. Miglaini atskārtu gaismu, tā kļuva aizvien spožāka. Gais­ma plūda kaut kur no pazemes, pastiprinājās un beidzot kļuva par sauli, kas pacēlās virs kalnainā horizonta.


/Tulk. Heinrihs Jubels/

Эгоист - это недисциплинированный человек, который ставит свои интересы выше моих.

Tomēr patīkami, ka, lai cik arī nomācoši vienaldzīga nebūtu tulkojamā draza (IMDb reitings 4.1), tur reizēm atrodas arī interesanti domu graudi.

Jerome: Do you believe in magic?
Lydia: What do you mean?
Jerome: Do you think people get things they don’t really deserve?
Lydia: Well, I’m not sure if it’s magic, but, I’ve often found that the thing that you thought was impossible is just the thing to happen. And the thing that you were absolutely sure was gonna come through, never happens at all.

Beidzot pa ilgiem laikiem sturmmandāts atsūtīja reāli simpatizējošu spamu, hehe. Pret šīvakara spīdīgās desas spermas šaltīm un koturvēl man ir estētiski un (acīmredzot) ētiski aizspriedumi, bet šis plackāts gan ir tik feins, ka pilnīgi saliekās grēks to bunkuru beidzot neapmeklēt:

I remember glimpses from about seven different lives, and I remember the "souls" who were in the bodies of several people I encountered, including my son, my dad, my ex husband, a doctor, a couple of friends and there are more. I see their forms in that life, but I know who they are in this life at the same time. There has been a lot of sense to my experiences in remembering them when I did. I went through a phase when I recalled a LOT of past life experiences all over the planet. I wasn't anyone famous or noteworth. I was a "good" person in some, and very "bad" in others. I was a warrior in the 13th century in England killed in battle near Mont Saint Michele, an Indian concubine, a slave shot in the back by my owner, a northern African child who died by the age of five, a sailor on a Spanish galleon ship who drowned while trying to save my brother who fell into the ocean (that brother in this life is my son, who ironically taught himself to hold his breath under water in the tub at the tender age of 3)... My most vivid recall is as a priest in Germany. I was killed at least twice by the soul who happened to be my husband in this life (once in battle, the other thrown to lion in the Colloseum in Rome)...