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#WyrdWednesday: `In #Celtic mythology, #Cernunnos is the antlered stag-god, a dispenser of prosperity who offers his wisdom and prowess, his strength and masculine powers, fecund and immortalizing as a guide through the onset of winter. He brings the vision of immortality, renewal and resurrection to the peoples of the earth. In his horned, animal aspect, he controls the animals.
Beasts bow their heads in obeisance to his horned, black image and humans look to him for guidance in controlling their amassed wealth and stored grains for the winter.`
Source: Helen Benigni/Barbara Carter/Eadhmonn Ua Cuinn „The Myth of the Year“

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#MythologyMonday: How does the Celtic god #Cernunnos come to the "North Cross" in #Clonmacnoise? Or is it rather a celestial column that ended in a (solar) wheel (Cf. Gérard Poitrenaud)? Was St. Kieran associated with it? Did #Kieran believe, like the other early Irish saints, that the new religion - such as the doctrine of Christ as Alpha and Omega - was another way of expressing the old religion?
According to Gérard Poitrenaud, `The God of Clonmacnoise is a `Lord of the Rings` involved in the origin and end of the world.`
Source: `Notizen zum Cernunnos von Clonmacnoise` www.lucterios.fr

Why do we believe that #Cernunnos who is shown
- with no weapons or armor
- surrounded peacefully by all kinds of animals
- (most of the time) in a sitting position
- and with antlers (the sign of a herbivore animal) on his head (as like he has antlers, not only like he wears some)
- why do we believe that a god that is depicted like this, is a hunter? Why a hunter and not a peacfull guardian of wildlife and the forests?

In the cradle of whispers where ancient spirits dwell,
A voice resonates from nature's deep and sacred well.
The god of the wild, in his voice, a powerful spell,
Decrees his return, in every tree and every dell.

"Awaken, ye slumbering lands, stir from your dreamful rest,
The time has come to recall my rule, by primal rites, it's blessed.
I've heard the secret lullabies of the wind from the west,
I reclaim my throne, by the sun and moon, be it professed.

He, who wears the mantle of moss, and the crown of hawthorn leaves,
Under whose reign, the wolf howls, and the wise raven believes,
Returns now to his rightful throne, as the universe itself perceives,
In the wild heart of the world, a tapestry of life he weaves.

The rivers shall dance once again to my ancient, drumming beat,
The mountains shall bow to my power, in my presence, discreet,
The forest shall whisper my lore, each tale they shall repeat,
For I am the wild's true king, its symphony I complete.

Mankind, heed this prophecy, inscribed in the stones and the streams,
In the flight of the falcon, in the stag's powerful gleams,
I reclaim my throne, let it echo in your dreams,
For I am the god of the wild, and I am not as distant as it seems