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#GothicAdvent Day 17:
The #Winter Arch sits on the lonely edge of the #IsleOfWight . It stands in position so that through the #Yule season the sun will always set directly between it. No one knows who maintains it or who originally built it, only that it has been there for as long as anyone can remember.
It is built from driftwood, that is skilfully bound together with rope and wooden pegs. Mysteriously being repaired every summer by the Unknown Crafter (as they are known).
It is said to be used by those who are of the cunning to commune with the Somewhen. They hold parle and present offerings to placate the shades and spectres of the other place. For it is known that the growing of the darkness gives these creature a better hold in the world of things.
Many people have said, when they casually pass through the arch, that is feels like they have passed through something ethereal. Yet others report a sense of dread just be being within a stride of this curious wooden passage.
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#GothicAdvent Day 16:
Wisdom of the Darkness
At this time of the year, #Monday (The Day of the Moon) has a special significance; the shorter the days, the longer the night and in comes the domain of Monē. He is the light that shows us the way until the morning light that colours the darkness with light.
The #CunningFolk say "When we point a light in down a well it only shines a lamp on the darkness beneath. Do not let these tiny, worthless baubles pollute the renewal that comes with Yuletide."
For the Yule is linked both with the night and with the shining embrace of the moon. Yet without the darkness to illuminate, there is not beacon of hope to draw us forward.
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Is it time yet????
Compulsory #GothicAdvent viewing.... #TheWolvesAreRunning🐺.
'The Box of Delights' (1984) dir. Renny Rye.
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#GothicAdvent Day 15:
The mists of time run deep; the ebbs and flows of the wyrd span the course of human history.
#Mottistone, is the magical heart of the #IsleOfWight -- the village derives it's name from the great #LongStone that was known as the Mōtstán [ ᛗᚩᛏᛋᛏᚪᚾ ] or Meeting Stone.
Legend says that is where the Kings of the Island (the Wihtwalda [ ᚹᛁᚻᛏᚹᚪᛚᛞᚪ ] ) were chosen by at the Island witenagemot [ ᚹᛁᛏᛖᚾᚪᚷᛖᛗᚩᛏ ]
People believe that cries of the slaughtered souls from the last #Pagan and #Jutes of the Island can be heard at this time of the year. The Ghosts and shades of the past make their way to Meeting Stone; the lefthand side of the stone is known as the Weeping Skirt. Island #Pagans still go there today to pay their respects.
#Folklore #StandingStoneSunday
#OldEnglish #AngloSaxon #Jutish #Yule #Yuletide #history #Histodons #Histodon #Runes -
#GothicAdvent Day 11:
The Show of Lights
Shades and souls roam far and wide,
In the darkness of the Advent-tide,
Light the candles and set the guards,
Call the spectres to the bone yards.Close the gates and lock the doors,
Show the lights for you and yours,
To the graves where they rest,
Sleep for all, the souls and blessed.On this night the #CunningFolk would light candles in #bone yards to bring home #souls who had been wondering far from home. It is time for them to rest once more, as the nights grow longer and longer.
Let the #ghosts and spectres sleep, let them find some rest; their dirt bed call, but their hauntings try to keep them close.
The Show of Lights continued until the #Solstice
#Cemetery #Advent #AdventCalendar #Folklore #WyrdWednesday #Poetry
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I love the European St Nicholas traditions, especially when paired alongside the Krampus!
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#GothicAdvent Day 7:
The darkness grows longer by the day, the sunlight shrinks by the hour — we slip deeper into the fallow season by the moment. Listen closely my friends, hear the whispers of those melancholic old songs that still tickle the backs of our minds. In the deepest recesses they declare, “Beware, for The Nobody may pay you a visit. He comes on frosty nights from the Somewhen and depending on his whim he may whisper good or evil in your ear.”Neither candle nor warmth will appease him,
Or so the old people sing,
A law unto himself is the call to the night,
He’s a fickle and complex thing.The best we can do on nights like these,
Is to wish the sweetest of dreams,
Upon our loved ones and hope that he leaves,
Us out of his twilight schemes.God bless and say your prayers b’fore sleep,
Kiss the cheeks and foreheads too,
And hope that the Nobody stays away tonight,
Just beg he’s not coming for you!#Folkore #FolkHorror #Advent #Sprits #Yule #Yuletide #Poetry #Dark #GothicPoetry
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#GothicAdvent Day 5:
The Dropping Rock #Sacred Spring and #HolyWell is one of those mysterious and ancient places that hide away on the #IsleOfWight. The #CunningFolk of the island believe it received its name because was one of the places where the ancient #Devil #Stones was dismantled. The stones were worked and turned into the well and the Dropping Rock arch.
They say that it was in the deepest and darkest time of the year that works started to dismantle the Devil Stone. As they lay the rocks in formation and they touched the holy water, each stone screamed as the water bound the evil within.
Dropping, and dropping, through fern and through heather,
E'en in the summer noon's sultriest weather;
Still the hard rock is its water bestowing,
Where the rank weeds germ, and the rushes are growing.Gently and evenly falls the clear shower,
The work of a mighty, invisible power;
Streaming not, running not—dropping alone,
Through the centuries past, and the long ages flown. -- The Vecta Garland 1860 -
#GothicAdvent Day 3:
Ring the bells and pull the carts,
Watch the wretched pierce their hearts,
The pit men cough as they start their dig,
None escape the Tyburn jig!Creaking goes the rope at night,
The wheezing gasps of life's last fight,
Hand the bottle for one last swig,
Your last dance is the Tyburn jig.Let us travel to the Tyburn Tree, the ancient gallows of Old London Town. The Tyburn gallows were last used on 3 November 1783, when John Austin, a #highwayman, was hanged.
Tradition says, that sometimes, at this time of year when the cold nights grow hard in the silence you can hear the necks crack.
Listen heard enough and you can still hear and bodies swinging from this grim old tree. Creak... Creak.. Creak...
#Tyburn #Advent #AdventHorror #Folklore #FolkHorror @folklore
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#GothicAdvent Day 2 -- Grave diggers would carry a hard and bland biscuit called the Bone Man's Cratchet during #advent.
It was made by their wives or mothers the night before; they were deliberately unpalatable. The diggers would dip the biscuit in ale or beer to soften it up and then cover it with rock-salt.
It was thought to be the only thing they should eat as other food would attract the hungry #dead that jealousy watch us all at this time of the year.
Who wants the recipe?
#AdventHorror #Folklore #FolkHorror #Advent #Ghost #GraveYard #BoneYard #Graves
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#GothicAdvent Day 1:
At this time of year the #soul stealer and #sin eater will meet in the old #Minster of #Newport at midnight. They play a game of chance for the immortal spirit of those that stumble by.
The #CunningFolk say that the gnarled roots of the old trees bind themselves. They do so, to hold their own magics and eternal breath safe.
Tread carefully as the bells strike...
Who wants to hear the whole story?
#Storytelling #Folklore #AmWriting #WritingCommunity #Advent