
Turns out when you travel through Eastern Europe researching a book called The Empire of Death, you run into some pretty interesting things:
“It sounded like something from the Brothers Grimm,” he recalls. “But I followed his directions—half thinking this guy was crazy or lying—and sure enough, I found this jeweled skeleton in the woods.”
The church—more of a small chapel, really—was in ruins, but still contained pews and altars, all dilapidated from years of neglect under East German Communist rule. He found the skeleton on a side aisle, peering out at him from behind some boards that had been nailed over its chamber. As he pried off the panels to get a better look, the thing watched him with big, red glass eyes wedged into its gaping sockets. It was propped upright, decked out in robes befitting a king, and holding out a glass vial, which Koudounaris later learned would have been believed to contain the skeleton’s own blood. He was struck by the silent figure’s dark beauty, but ultimately wrote it off as “some sort of one-off freakish thing, some local curiosity.”
But then it happened again. In another German church he visited some time later, hidden in a crypt corner, he found two more resplendent skeletons. “It was then that I realized there’s something much broader and more spectacular going on,” he says.
“IT WAS THEN” OKAY BUDDY
Also, last night a reader sent this to me:
For a Swarm of Bees is an Anglo-Saxon metrical charm that was intended for use in keeping honey bees from swarming. The text was discovered by John Mitchell Kemble in the 19th century.
Despite the ostensibly mundane intent of the magic charm, many scholars have seen the sigewif (‘victory-women’) as metaphors for supernatural beings to be called on for aid in battle, or a direct reference to them. There are similarities between the Anglo-Saxon bee charm and the 9th-century German Lorsch Bee Blessing.
The translation?
Settle down, victory-women, never be wild and fly to the woods. Be as mindful of my welfare, as is each man of border and of home.
And the Lorsch Bee Blessing?
- Christ, the bee swarm is out here!
- Now fly, you my animals, come.
- In the Lord’s peace, in God’s protection,
- come home in good health.
- Sit, sit bees.
- The command to you from the Holy Mary.
- You have no vacation;
- Don’t fly into the woods;
- Neither should you slip away from me.
- Nor escape from me.
- Sit completely still.
- Do God’s will.
“Christ, the bee swarm is out here!” What a marvelous world we have been selected to live in. Have a great weekend.
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deleted5647547 126p · 531 weeks ago
Those are some fly ass skeletons though, not going to lie. Some appear to have what the youths would refer to as "swag".
JocastaCarr 134p · 531 weeks ago
youremomdotcom 102p · 531 weeks ago
Kitling 105p · 531 weeks ago
mittenstheboar 100p · 531 weeks ago
ppyajunebug 137p · 531 weeks ago
AND THIS IS HOW A HORROR MOVIE BEGINS
Or at least the next installment of The Mummy franchise.
But some kind of movie involving evil, vengeful spirirts.
ramina 119p · 531 weeks ago
draw me like one of your French skeletons
winterbymorning 133p · 531 weeks ago
Christ, the bee swarm is out here!
Get them off me!
Dude get these bees the fuck off me
I'm allergic
Oh god they're in my eyes
Somebody help
GoatseFanfic 120p · 531 weeks ago
winterbymorning 133p · 531 weeks ago
This one's got a grill made of SEED PEARLS. (Your move, rappers.) His eyes are SAPPHIRES. Dude's been dead for hundreds of years and he still looks cooler than I ever will.
projectbeks 119p · 531 weeks ago
Fun fact re: rando skeleton parts in churches. When I was in Italy, I visited a monastery outside of Rome. Very Byzantine, very big, and very empty, except for a few locals and some touring priests. While wandering around, I came across an entire ROOM of relics. Floor to ceiling containers of every shape and size containing various body parts of questionable origin. Weirdly, it was the only part of the church that seemed to be neglected. There was dust everywhere. Super creepy. I skeedaddled.
sausagedog 127p · 531 weeks ago
Kitling 105p · 531 weeks ago
doublehoagie 100p · 531 weeks ago
Frumiosa 141p · 531 weeks ago
Rillquiet 118p · 531 weeks ago
Bees! Bees! Hark to your bees!
"Hide from your neighbours as much as you please,
But all that has happened, to us you must tell,
Or else we will give you no honey to sell!"
A Maiden in her glory,
Upon her wedding-day,
Must tell her Bees the story,
Or else they'll fly away.
Fly away - die away -
Dwindle down and leave you!
But if you don't deceive your Bees,
Your Bees will not deceive you.
Marriage, birth or buryin',
News across the seas,
All you're sad or merry in,
You must tell the Bees.
Tell 'em coming in an' out,
Where the Fanners fan,
'Cause the Bees are just about
As curious as a man!
Don't you wait where trees are,
When the lightnings play;
Nor don't you hate where Bees are,
Or else they'll pine away.
Pine away - dwine away -
Anything to leave you!
But if you never grieve your Bees,
Your Bees'll never grieve you!
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I am also disproportionately fond of Ivan Kupala's version of an old song used to wake the bees in the spring (ain't nobody got time for lazy bees):
Oh, you, my bees,
my ardent bees,
Why do you sit quietly?
why don't you take flight?
So a rain didn't drench you,
and a breeze didn't dry you.
So a rain didn't drench you,
and a breeze didn't dry you.
Oh, you, my guests,
My dear guests,
Why do you sit quietly?
Why don't you eat bread and salt? [a traditional Slavic symbol of welcome]
So my bread is ordinary,
and my husband is sad.
So my bread is ordinary,
and my husband is sad.
QuinonaNox 122p · 531 weeks ago
I'm sorry but as the incantation implies a contract rather than an employment relationship, you'll have to take it unpaid.
Pocket_Witch 122p · 531 weeks ago
JGlo · 531 weeks ago
Apparently there is another metrical charm Against A Dwarf. Smaug must have known it, but not bothered to learn Against A Hobbit. Hence his untimely downfall.
SwitchingGenres 113p · 531 weeks ago
Frumiosa 141p · 531 weeks ago
Steph 99p · 531 weeks ago
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xs-tl6GBOBo
steelyglints 94p · 531 weeks ago
Maryaed 109p · 531 weeks ago
I'm shocked that our consumerist society hasn't managed to make bedazzled skeletons ordinary yet. I'd think the 1% would be all over that option. Has Neiman-Marcus heard about this?
rolotomassi5 103p · 531 weeks ago
bocadelperro 112p · 531 weeks ago
fakely_mctest 106p · 531 weeks ago
emdash · 531 weeks ago
http://www.cabdirect.org/abstracts/19840215009.ht...
And make the acquaintance of Saint Gobnait, the patron saint of bees.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gobnait
This website is making my post-secondary education just marginally less useless. Delightful.
laurenipsum 109p · 531 weeks ago
Here is one of my swarms, the only one I managed to capture:
caelyd · 531 weeks ago
Don’t fly into the woods;
Neither should you slip away from me.
Nor escape from me.
Sit completely still."
pretty sure that's a clause in my work contract
leslieellenjones 109p · 531 weeks ago
betsymore 124p · 531 weeks ago
helloimalion · 531 weeks ago
That being said, I come from a family of beekeepers and wild, disobedient women. So.
Anyway, I think this brings me one step closer to getting "be the swarms of bees you want to see in the world" tattooed on my body.
mkpatter 114p · 531 weeks ago
heypresto · 531 weeks ago
'Stay put on this plot, proud sisters in arms!
Never turn wild and take to the woods.
What is good for you is good for me,
As any man will tell you who tends the land.'
If you want more (including a new translation of "Against a Dwarf" by Thomas McCarthy), check out "The Word Exchange: Anglo-Saxon Poems in Translation." It's put out by Norton.
And right on with An Bechbretha!
disfordragon 38p · 530 weeks ago
dancingcrowdesigns 111p · 530 weeks ago
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