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January 25, 2020

mallymunestelledusk:

what-do-you-mean-theyre-evil:
revolutionaryshoe:


zooophagous:

coloricioso:

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mallymunestelledusk:



what-do-you-mean-theyre-evil:


revolutionaryshoe:




zooophagous:



coloricioso:



shadows-takes-all:


I have read (and see) something about Hades and Persephone having chickens in the underworld, but this is really a fact or is something invent?


Chickens were indeed sacred to Hades and Persephone and an example of this are the  terracotta votive tablets from Locri -the ones of the pictures-. There are some books about this subject like Iconography of Religions by Bianchi or Locrian Maidens by Redfield.


The cock/chicken “became the chthonic bird, and was used on tombs, as emblematic of the hope of a reawakening to life”. (Peters) and it is also refered as “an infernal animal of passage” by Bernabe in his book Instructions for the Netherworld: the orphic gold tablets.He also says: ”Cocks allude to the world of the afterlife: as intermediaries between the soul and the Beyond, they intercede between the world of the dead and that of the living”.


Remember Persephone was the goddess of renewal, so at least in Locri, the cock was an usual attribute of her. And in other cultures cocks-chickens were seen as animals related to renewal and life (eggs have that symbolism tooo).


:D so. chickens for Hades and Persephone all the way.




(sources 1 - 2 - 3)




I KNEW chickens were sacred, I just didn’t know to whom




“Why did the chicken cross the road?”


“To intercede between the world of the living and that of the dead, as intermediaries between the soul and Beyond.”


“You mean…to get to the Other Side?”


“….yes.”




That’s it


You win



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Published on January 25, 2020 22:00

terrypratchettappreciation:

“The Wintersmith and the Summer Lady … danced. The dance never ended....

terrypratchettappreciation:



“The Wintersmith and the Summer Lady … danced. The dance never ended. Winter never dies. Not as people die. It hangs on in late frost and the smell of autumn in a summer evening, and in the heat it flees to the mountains. Summer never dies. It sinks into the ground; in the depths of winter buds form in sheltered places and white shoots creep under dead leaves. Some of it flees into the deepest, hottest deserts, where there is a summer that never ends.”

— Terry Pratchett - Wintersmith (via aeshnacyanea2000)

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Published on January 25, 2020 20:50

January 23, 2020

Please excuse the sporadic posts. I am currently dealing with Bell’s Palsy and the resultant pain...

Please excuse the sporadic posts. I am currently dealing with Bell’s Palsy and the resultant pain from it. I’ll be ok it just… sucks.

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Published on January 23, 2020 00:22