BC Neanderthal Mindset

Statue of Ares Villa of Hadrian in Tivoli, Italy

My first portrait of the Norse goddess, Idunn: Idunn, The Orchard God, is one of the dearest of deities. Beloved by the Aesir for her many talents - not least of which for her craft of Orchard keeping. For amidst the boughs of Yggdrasil (and behind the walls of Asgard) Idunn tends the fruit that keeps the gods forever young. Yet, while the other gods may favour her for her talents, there is one who adores for something more: her husband the God of Poetry and Song Bragi. One of the many important projects on which I'm working for Hyperborean Radio. Stay tuned for more. Æthelwulf

Ossian's Hall and Hermitage Bridge

Ossian by François Gérard

They are coming...

Fjordlandskap

Apollo, God of Light, Eloquence, Poetry and the Fine Arts with Urania, Muse of Astronomy by Charles Meynier (1800)

The golden hill where long-forgotten kings Keep lonely watch upon their feasting-floor Is silent now, — the Dagda’s harp no more Makes sun and moon move to its murmurous strings; And never in the leafy star-led Springs Will Caer and Aengus haunt the river shore, For deep beneath an ogham-carven door Dust dulls the dew-white wonder of their wings. Yet one may linger loving the lost dream– The magic of the heart that cannot die, Although the Rood Destroy the quicken rods; To him through earth and air and hollow stream Wild music winds, as two swans wheeling cry Above the cromlech of the vanished gods Newgrange, Thomas Samuel Jones, Jr

The famous annually scheduled Wampelerreiten (Austria), where young men wearing masks and costumes of spirits to celebrate the spring and the exodus of winter.

This tribalism can take any form: religious, racial, political, philosophical, or any possible distinction you can think of. To believe that we can somehow manage to create a global utopia by breaking this innate drive, uniting all these manifestations of division, is extremely naïve and foolish. Nature doesn't give a fuck what we like. I'm sure none of us like the excruciating physical pain that comes with a serious injury, or the gut-wrenching feeling of losing a loved one, but those moments of suffering serve a purpose; and again, Nature doesn't give a fuck if we don't like them. One facet of our purpose is to play this game and win, for as long as we can, until our time in this world expires. None of us can quit the game unless we take our own lives. So if you choose life, then you must play the game of life. Do not be ashamed of your nature, and what you are designed to do. Complacency is our enemy, and should be rooted out.

Complacency is death Our nature demands conflict. Evolution itself, both physical and spiritual, are contingent on this fact. Without it, there is no reason to adapt and grow stronger; nothing. In fact, we will get weaker and wither away. Why? Because complacency kills. Observe any predator and their prey, and observe their evolution over time; they evolve together, by adapting new ways to outwit and defeat the other after countless amounts of trial and error, costing life after life, to gain a slight advantage. It is this eternal struggle that makes every species stronger over time. Since human beings have conquered the planet, we have become our own predator and prey; our tribal nature is what separates us into different groups.

Be both god and beast. 💪

Walpurgis by Norman Lindsay 1924 On May Eve also known as Walpurgisnacht or The Night of the Witches The Wild Hunt Rides! Their quarry is the goddess Walpurga though she is not their only concern, there are many faces on this Spring Hunt with many things to do. Frau Holda flies across the fields towards the Brocken where gods of yore will wed surrounded by a retinue of Witches and Ghosts. Frau Harke in dove shape flies farm to farm delivering the fertility of the spring. Yet perhaps the most notable of these many gods and spirits to grace this wondrous season is the Wind Hounds who ride alongside the wild hunt. As our people are want to do we worry for the poor things; whether they be ancestor in canine shape or simply fertility spirit, as they parade through the night. So we leave out little gifts of Ankenschnitt, or buttered bread drizzled with honey. Keeping their black furred bellies full so as to avoid the inevitable issues that come when a dog becomes a little too peckish in the night. Happy Season of the Witch From Hyperborean Radio (Uncensored)

“Sinn ag loighe ar in lucht romhainn, lucht oile orainn san úaigh. We rest on those who came before us, and others will rest on us in the grave.”

“Good is the source of measuring, good is the acquisition of speech, good is the confluence of power which builds up strength. It is greater than any domain, it is better than any patrimony, it brings one to wisdom, it separates one from fools.” - ‘The Caldron of Poesy'

Aurora Anne-Louis Girodet-Trioson , 1814

An Incantation (A Bacchante), John Collier, 1934