The Real Yule Story, The Northern Shaman
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- Опубліковано 8 лют 2025
- Quiet your mind for a moment. Relax, let subconscious mind journey back into your self, to your own roots.
Glimpse at your own beginings and know the real reason for the season.
It's getting to be that time again! Remember the sun and the solstice
Makes me cry. 🔥❤️🔥 love for all my kin.
I loved this! Thank you.
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I remember hearing this once on Radio 4 of all places. Thank you for posting this I always wanted a copy of this wonder piece!
Solstice and Yule Blessings to You
I love it, the Amanita shaman of the North. Our ancestors and our decendants are one
Great old radio show loved it!
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Hail cernunnos!!!!!
Merry Yole and I have not forgotten though I am condemned for not forgetting. This day is for a time far older then that Godling child of a hypocrite God. But giving time to the darknesses and the birth of the Oak King.
May Christians worship there savior in Spring when he was "born".
Stretch out your hand.
Stretch out your hand.
Dont you have a greeting for me today, of all days?
The ending and beginning day, the day of death and new birth?
Try merry solstice! or, solstice greetings!
You HAVE forgotten me, havent you?
Your children tell sweet tales of me, and you laugh behind their backs.
But I tell you, your children are wiser than you.
You still don't remember me do you?
Think back. Think. Back.
To the very beginnings.
Back to a time when the long darkness brought hunger to your fireside.
A black stranger who lived with you, the dull pain of famine.
Think back. Think back to the times of the pounding heart, the ache of the chase, the madness of the kill, the smell of blood, hot on the snow. The red and the white.
Red and white.
When a dulling eye and the ebb of breath meant an easing of hunger.
For a while.
Do you remember me now?
Your children draw pictures of me. An old man, in a red suit, with a white beard, squeezing down the chimney, with allllll they want most in the world.
Lord of the reindeer. Keeper of the game. As old as mankind.
I am the Shaman. The Magician. The priest.
When your heart beats fast in the dead of night, I am there.
When you whistle or sing in the face of danger, I call the tune.
I am your ancestor, and your child.
I am your guest tonight, and you will be mine.
Here is my invitation to your house!
A green tree, from the northern forests.
See? Some things you still remember. An evergreen tree, hung with lights and mirrors.
Sparkling gold, like the glimmer of solstice fire through the forest branches.
Red and white. Blood on the snow.
And today, the day of endings and beginnings, of death and rebirth, the birth of the sun, the solstice.
Come with me, back to the very beginnings.
stretch out your hand to me. Stretch out, over a thousand generations. Come, and understand once more....
[children's choir sings"running of the deer"]
The running of the deer. The rising of the sun.
A song in praise of the woods and the forests, the beasts and the seasons.
And then one day, the christ people came, turning their backs on what is, and demanding what should be, as if they were lords of it all.
They took that song, and made it theirs, just ashey took my solstice festival for their own.
The sun. The birth of a sun. As it always was, for as long as mankind has gaped at the sky and questioned the light in the darkness.
Birth of our... Son. Birth of a boy child....
Their festival is a trick of words, a fashion of the last few seconds of the history of man.
But while they tried to drive me back into the shadows before their newborn godling, the christ people still feared me.
For the shaman was their ancestor too...
The blood on the snow.
So, they tried to tame me. contain me. cage me. Tur me into a tale for little children.
A bringer of gifts, a driver of reindeer, an old man from the north with a white beard and a little magic.
but their children were wiser than they.
in their turn, they remember the solstice fire......
Oh dayspring, brightness, of light everlasting, sun of righteousness, come and enlighten him that's seated in darkness and the shadow of death.
Lighten the load, and cast out the darkness of the spirit.
Do you remember now? Are the old memories stirring?
Pass as the shaman passes, back to the very beginning.
Smell the chill on the wind. Black winter is here too.
The red and white bridge is ahead, Agaric, the Shaman's mushroom, the crossing to the spirit world.
Eat.
Soon, you will see the magician's reindeer fly again, skimming the snow.
Speckled deer, riding the northern winds, pulling a sleigh with an old man in a red coat bringing gifts.
I tell you, your children are wiser than you.
the dark forest presses on each side.
the ice casts an iron band around your chest, snatching breath.
but there, ahead, is fire. solstice fire.
red capped upon the hearth, striped with gold, spitting and twisting.
it could eat the whole house if you let her.
Now do you see how you are favored? midwinter blesses you with a festival of overeating.
but look beyond the fire there, to the shadows.
Do you see the old people, near ghosts, sitting, waiting for the cold to take them?
This is the real midwinter. A time of hunger. When the old set themselves to die, to lighten the load on the rest.
In the summer fattening time, the reindeer moved in herds on the plain.
and We hunters followed, killing for our people. Food in our bellies.
That was a fine time.Sun hot grasslands, and the grouse so plump and slow, they could hardly rise and flee from our arrows.
But winter is never far away. It soon blew down from the mountaintops, bringing the night spirits to live with us.
If you listen, you will hear the long-dead howling in the forest.
One legged seamstress has needles, but can't sew. wears the same green gown each day, and a white overcoat in winter
Kindle the fire, heat to heat, light to light. Give back fire to the sun at midwinter.
bring new fire to each home. a burning log from the forest.
fire, to ease the birth pangs of the sun.
stones of the earth remember a time when the sun did not return to them from the darkness.
Then, ravenous ice engulfed the land, bringing nothing but stark, white silence.
The very mountains were split and milled to sand.
What chance had the hunters and their people?
For this reason, they gave the gift of flame to the sun at midwinter, so that it will return to them.
red flame, and white ash.
red and white. Solstice fire.
wither, wither, black flowering night. May your dark juices bleed. Burn up like a pool on the summer plane. Shrivel like a stain upon sand. Dwindle to a basilled pebble. Tiny as a slow worm's eye is... VANISH! to nothing.
A red deer comes over the hill. Shoot your arrows as you will, the deer will stand there still.
The sun rises as a deer on the hill.
Let the shaman draw on a rock with white chalk and red ochre, and let the likeness live.
The raven , the reindeer, the bear and the leaping salmon, let all those we have killed bring their gifts.
Brother reindeer, I am in your debt. You give me your brown autumn hide to wrap me, my buckskin shoes, my summer tent and sleeping bag. My skin boat, which slips across the lake. Your winews are my thread, your bones are my needled.
My family eat your tongue, your bone marrow, your unborn fawns.
From the birth of this new sun to its death next winter, give me all these again. FOllow the path I know, from fawn birth to rut.
Cross the river where an arrow where an arrow with my mark on it can bring you down in the red water.
My gift to you in return, is never to kill you without need, and then, only to take flesh, bone and hide, to leave your spirit free on the plain.
Come to the fire, and the shaman's magic will make it so. That is his task, to climb down through the smoke hole of the hut with a wooden reindeer painted of red ochre, and so make toys of its wild brothers.
[raven caws]
And you, black soul of ravens, you who share our killing, you are our kin. You eat our meat and watch over our camps.
Bran, the trickster. Your feathers hang from our flagsticks, driving the deer into our traps, deceiving them, making them afraid of feathers, when arrows lie ahead...
But, brother raven, do not deceive us like that. You know the sun must be born again tonight. Without its light you will not find food., without its light your feathers will not dry and your young will die of cold.
Brother Bear. Welcome. Shadow of death in the forest, your claws split open the hunter from head to belly.
And yet, your flesh dries on a string in the summer heat, outside the hut of the fortunate hunter.
All this the shaman will promise, as priest, keeper of the game, magician, and midwife to the Sun.
DOn't forget me.... we are one, you and I. Hunter, and Hunted. My gifts to you are the leaps swifter than thought, and the strength to run all day without slackening, until the heart is run out of your prey.
I wish you the comfort of the pack about you, and the wisdom which knows caution but not fear.
Come to the fire, night borther, but not too near.
Brothers of the natural world, and you others, silent watchers from the shadow world, long dead, and unborn.
It is the night of longest darkness, the time of greatest danger. The solstice fire burns as a sign to the sun that it must return, or we shall be left in the ice of eternal blackness.
None here, o sun, have forgotten our debt to your warmth and light.
Someone here has failed to trust. There is a lawbreaker here who has forgotten the custom.
[[various voices - children carolling, "happy christmas to one and all. Merry christmas. white crhistmas. noel!]
welcome to our store today, our special christmas offers--[different overlapping voices]If your holly has no berries, then why not give mother nature a healping hand with plastic ones--CHRISTMAS DINNER SERVED DAILY FROM NOVEMBER TWENTIETH!-- A cracker and a novelty hat-- I say with this,m we can keep the needles on the tree and give the whole house a lovely tidy smell--OR a manicure set for your dog, or rubber booties for that walk through the snow---PLASTIC REINDEER, THEIR NOSES PAINTEDFLUORESCENT RED, LOOK HOW THEY GLOW IN THE DARK-- small, medium, and large-- two for the price of one--and a train set, and a bicycle, Noel, Seasons greetings, merry, MERRY, MERRY, MERRY, MERRY ---
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[wolf]:This is a trick. These things cannot be. this is the world upside down, like the image in a lake on a still day.
[raven]:You are wrong, wolf. I have seen it.
[wolf]:Who speaks?
[raven]: It is I, Bran the raven.
[wolf]:how can you possibly know?
[raven]: Hunter, your feet are on the ground. Your nose is pressed to the blood trail. I fly high above your head, high enough to see what's to come. And I tell you,m the world will be turned on its head.
[wolf]: raven, you are a liar, just as always. How could anyone who lives under the sun forget the sources and the old laws? Are you going to tell them? how to live off the earth and not in it? How to become its master?
[raven]: I tell you, where they have passed, the grass is scorched away, and the trees die, as if withered by a brush fire. Except that no green shoots follow. They destroy faster than they can grow! The cycles of seed and harvest are no longer something to live by, but something to be altered. The animals are no longer brothers, but slaves.
[wolf]:How can they have forgotten?
[raven]:Knowledge has made them stupid. seeing too much has made them blind. One thing they are sure about, that anything simple is a game for little children.
[Shaman]: and so the children are the keepers of the truth. And your children are wiser than you. Perhaps they can tell you why every year, you setup an evergreen tree from the forest, like those about you now. Do you think it is simply to please them that you hang shining sun images upon it? Or is it because in the beginnings of time, your forefathers hung dead sacrifices on the living timber as gifts to the reborn sun?
And still, you utter the words "yule log" without remembering the burning branch from the forest which brought the solstice fire to the hearth. If you forget the very roots of belief, if you forget the Earth and its laws, you are lost.
The End
thanks
Always good to remember our pagan origins
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is there a text version of this ?
I remember you.
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can this video be downloaded???