Jack in the Green – the Green Man personified via a disguise of ivy and leaves – features in many folklore festivals across the UK. No Jack’ is more striking though than the floral Garland King, who rides a shire-horse into the village of Castleton, Derbyshire.

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May is an important month in the British folklore calendar, falling  as it does midway between spring equinox and summer solstice. It is the  month when the rising sap reaches its culmination; buds become blooms,  lambs are in the field, and chicks are in the nest. The Old English name  for the month was Þrimilci-mōnaþ (“month of three milkings”)  while the modern name is thought by some to derive from the  pre-Christian goddess Maia to whom a pregnant sow would be ritually  sacrificed on the first of the month. Associations with fertility and  with plenty are abundantly clear in both cases.

Although many surviving customs such as the crowning of May Queens  (young women picked for their beauty and virtue to act as May  personified for the day), dancing around the Maypole (a relic of  pre-historic dendrolatry, or phallic pagan fertility symbol, depending  on who you ask/believe), and so on, chiefly take place on May Day there  are many varied traditions spread throughout the month.

Jack in the Green makes an appearance in many May festivals. Although the custom of dressing “Jack” in leaves and flowers, set into a large wicker frame which he wears seems to date from the 18th century, many folklorists have argued for more ancient origins.

In Castleton, Derbyshire (www.castleton.co.uk) May the 29th is Garland King  Day. The Garland King rides a cart-horse wearing a large wooden frame  completely covered in flowers and greenery so that only his legs are  visible. At the apex of the King’s floral finery is fixed a posy of  especially fine flowers and this is known as the Queen. Following the  King is a second Queen, on horseback like himself. Up until 1956 the  Queen (or ‘the Woman’ as she was then) was always a man in female dress.  The Garland King leads a procession which makes its way through the  village, via the six public houses (naturally), into the churchyard.  There the great garland is hoisted up on ropes to the top of the church  tower, and the Queen posy is laid at the foot of the village War  Memorial. 

This is the strip that started it all. I’d been casting around for something to draw between work, and I saw a tweet John had posted about a Church close to him, and it was such a poetic little tweet it felt like I could adapt it in to comic form without doing too much heavy lifting. 

It was so much fun to just take the tweet, split it up and visualise it. I’m not sure how John would have written it as a script, but certainly this is how I felt it would work. 

After I did that, and it took very little time, I asked John if he’d like to do some more, and we talked about a few options (him writing one tweet length short stories, was one idea) but then I think John suggested the folklore thursday that he was already tweeting about, and LO! like a bolt from the blue, that seemed like the obvious answer. I’d get to write and draw a new comic every week, playing with the form as best as I was able, sometimes pushing the story telling and somethings just illustrating something. I think I did the first one colour and I’d planned on going b&w but it didn’t take too much effort to go colour on every single story. (And even limiting the colour became a fun visual play thing).

I hope, once we’re a full year into the whole strip-per-week we can look for a publisher (or possibly go kickstarter).

My ideal is a large format, hardback with a strip per page, and on the opposite side the tweet and a short essay by John on each subject. Giving us a gorgeous big coffee table style book, perfect for folklore lovers.

Anyway, that’s the hope. 

Normal service should resume next week. Stay safe everyone! (And stay in doors as best as you’re able!)

No folklore thursday this week From me. We lost my father-in-law today. He’d been seriously ill for over a year (and had spent much of it in hospital). He went home and eventually back in to hospital a week Or so ago. original complain was pancreatitis and then stomach problems and then, finally, we discovered he also had advanced lung cancer.

Nothing coved-19 related, but it did rob us of some Of the dignity of visiting him in hospital, and meant his grandkids couldn’t see him in those final days.

My kids are heartbroken, as is my wife.

I never did ask him If I could marry his daughter (though by that stage we’d been living together 8-9 years already) and he was fond of mentioning that fact.

Anyway, I wrote and drew this comic strip about my mum, who I lost 16 years ago (15 at the time of drawing the strip). Enough people have commented about this strip and how it resonates with them that I think it’s worth posting up here.

Annette’s dad gave her away at the wedding, I’m pretty sure it was one of the best days of his life,

Gandreið is yet another Old Norse term often interpreted as “Witches’ Ride”. The word gandr seems to have had several meanings including “hound” and “gander”. Greylag geese are sometimes known as Heaven Hounds – their cries sounding like a pack of baying hounds. 

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The Wild Hunt (Wilde Jagd, in the original German) is a term popularised by the folklorist Jacob Grimm in his 1835 work Deutsche Mythologie. There are many variations of the Wild Hunt, dating back centuries and varying according to their location, but all share certain characteristics: On certain nights, a supernatural party travels noisily through the air, hunting for unwary humans. In many stories an uncanny a pack of hunting hounds or wolves accompanies the party.

The Wild Hunt has been led by many: Diana, Goddess of the Moon and of hunting; Odin, Father of the Slain; Herne the Hunter;  the Queen of Elfland; King Arthur, the Devil himself… the list goes on and on. The hunt has also had many, many names including Odensjakt (“Odin’s Hunt”), Oskoreia (“Terrifying Ride”), and Gandreið.

Although Gandreið is often interpreted as meaning “Witches’ Ride“, the Old Norse word gandr actually seems to have had several meanings, including “stick” or “staff”, “wolf”, “hound”,  “swift horse” and “gander”, as in a male goose. (It is worth nothing that word gandr survives today in Scandinavian languages, meaning a “magical gust of wind”). Witches, of course, were known to ride all of these things through the sky on their way to their Black Sabbats. What, even geese? Yes, geese.

Mother Goose, the Fairy Tale figure popularised by Grimm’s French competitor Charles Perrault, was depicted as a pointy-hatted, staff carrying witch-figure from the early 19th century (at least), and as the rhyme tells us:

“Old Mother Goose,
When she used to wander,
Would ride through the air,
On a very fine gander.”

Greylag geese – the larger, wild ancestors of the domestic European goose – are, in certain places, nicknamed Heaven Hounds, or Gabriel’s Hounds – names they share with some British Black Dogs of folklore and legend. The cries of Greylag geese in flight are said to sound like a pack of baying hounds and, as the birds migrate to and from different parts of Europe at the turn of the season, their calls are only heard at certain times of year. 

[This mini essay is basically a chunk that I cut out of my forthcoming piece on The Wild Hunt, which will appear in Hellebore #2 (pre-order at https://helleborezine.bigcartel.com/product/hellebore-2 ), because I realised I was going off at a bit of a tangent about geese]

If you like, you might enjoy colouring this one in! (Or if you know some young kids who might similarly enjoy it!)

When a person dies with unforgiven sins they may be refused entry into Heaven. In Scotland and Wales, as recently as C19th, the Sin-eater would be sent for. Food laid on the body would be ritually consumed by the Sin-eater. Sins transferred for a fee of sixpence.

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“A less known but even more remarkable functionary, whose professional services were once considered necessary to the dead, is the sin-eater. Savage tribes have been known to slaughter an animal on the grave, in the belief that it would take upon itself the sins of the dead. In the same manner, it was the province of the human scapegoat to take upon himself the moral trespasses of his client – and whatever the consequences might be in the after life – in return for a miserable fee and a scanty meal. That such a creature should be unearthed from a remote period of pagan history would be surprising enough, but to find reliable evidence of his existence in the British Isles a hundred years ago is surely very much more remarkable.

Professor Evans of the Presbyterian College, Carmarthen, actually saw a sin-eater about the year 1825, who was then living near Llanwenog, Cardiganshire. Abhorred by the superstitious villagers as a thing unclean, the sin-eater cut himself off from all social intercourse with his fellow creatures by reason of the life he had chosen; he lived as a rule in a remote place by himself, and those who chanced to meet him avoided him as they would a leper. This unfortunate was held to be the associate of evil spirits, and given to witchcraft, incantations and unholy practices; only when a death took place did they seek him out, and when his purpose was accomplished they burned the wooden bowl and platter from which he had eaten the food handed across, or placed on the corpse for his consumption.

Howlett mentions sin-eating as an old custom in Hereford, and thus describes the practice: “The corpse being taken out of the house, and laid on a bier, a loaf of bread was given to the sin-eater over the corpse, also a maga-bowl of maple, full of beer. These consumed, a fee of sixpence was given him for the consideration of his taking upon himself the sins of the deceased, who, thus freed, would not walk after death.” He suggests the connection between the sin-eater and the Jewish scapegoat of the old Testament.” [1]  

Richard Munslow was buried in Ratlinghope village, Shropshire, England in 1902. Munslow was a well respected farmer in the area, but he was also a sin-eater. Possibly the very last sin-eater in England. In 2010 locals raised £1000 to restore Munslow’s grave which had fallen into disrepair.  

“The Reverend Norman Morris, the vicar of Ratlinghope, a village of about 100 residents on the Long Mynd near Church Stretton, led the “God’s Acre” service at St Margaret’s Church.

Mr Morris said: “It was a very odd practice and would not have been approved of by the church but I suspect the vicar often turned a blind eye to the practice.”

Locals began the collection to restore the grave, which had fallen into disrepair in recent years, believing it would be good to highlight the custom and Mr Munslow’s place in religious history.

It took a few months to raise the £1,000 needed to pay for the work, carried out by local stonemason Charles Shaw.

Mr Morris said: “This grave at Ratlinghope is now in an excellent state of repair but I have no desire to reinstate the ritual that went with it.”[2]

[1] Funeral Customs by Bertram S. Puckle, 1926 https://www.sacred-texts.com/etc/fcod/fcod07.htm

[2] https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-shropshire-11360659 

Kali is the Hindu Goddess of time, creation, and destruction. She fought the demon Raktabīja, from every drop of whose blood was spilled sprang a new devil. Kali caught the blood on her tongue and slew the horde, dancing on their corpses. 

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Written around 500 CE, the Devi Mahatmyam (“Glory to the Goddess”) is a sacred Hindu text describing the Goddess as the supreme power and creator of the universe. As such it is one of the most important texts of Shaktism – the “doctrine of energy, power, the eternal goddess“. The earliest evidence of Shaktism dates back ten-thousand years, to shrine a discovered in the Sidhi district of Madhya Pradesh, India, thought to have been created circa 8500 BCE.  

Adi Parashakti is the Supreme Being of the Shaktism sect of Hinduism, she is the creator, observer, and destroyer of all. The Mahavidya (“Great Wisdoms”) are a group of ten aspects of Adi Parashakti – ten goddesses who embody different aspects of the Supreme Being.  Tara – The Goddess as Guide and Protector. Sundari – The Goddess Who is “Beautiful in the Three Worlds”. Bhuvaneshvari – The Goddess as World Mother. Bhairavi – The Fierce Goddess. Chhinnamasta – The self-decapitated Goddess. Dhumavati – The Widow Goddess. Bagalamukhi – The Goddess Who Paralyzes Enemies. Matangi – the Prime Minister of Lalita. Kamala  – The Lotus Goddess. Kali is the tenth of the Great Wisdoms – she is midnight black skinned “devourer of time”.  

In the Devi Mahatmya Kali is described as Chamunda (though Chamunda is also considered a goddess in her own right) – the slayer of the demons Chanda and Munda, though the demon she slays is named elsewhere as Raktabija. Raktabija was said to be un-killable, a fully formed clone of himself springing forth from every drop of his blood that was spilled in battle.

Out of the surface of her (Durga’s) forehead, fierce with frown, issued suddenly Kali of terrible countenance, armed with a sword and noose. Bearing the strange khatvanga (skull-topped staff), decorated with a garland of skulls, clad in a tiger’s skin, very appalling owing to her emaciated flesh, with gaping mouth, fearful with her tongue lolling out, having deep reddish eyes, filling the regions of the sky with her roars, falling upon impetuously and slaughtering the great asuras in that army, she devoured those hordes of the foes of the devas. [1]

Kali is said to have bested the demon by catching every drop of his blood she spilled upon her tongue. She slew the demon and his clone army, and then danced for victory upon a mountain of their corpses.  

[1] Devi Mahatmyam Swami Jagadiswarananda, Sri Ramakrishna Math by Dattatreya https://archive.org/details/DeviMahatmyamSwamiJagadiswaranandaSriRamakrishnaMath/mode/2up

“Here be Dragons” was once used to mark dangerous, uncharted territory on maps. The incredibly detailed Fra Mauro map, circa 1450 CE, went one step further. It shows Isola de’ Dragoni (“Island of Dragons”) in the Atlantic Ocean. No-one has ever journeyed there.  

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HC SVNT DRACONES (“here be dragons”) is a Latin phrase used to label uncharted or dangerous territories on several maps made between the 11th and 15th century CE. On Greek and Roman maps the phrase HIC SVNT LEONES (“here be lions”) was more commonly used for the same purpose, which seems strange given that dragons were more commonly believed in back then.  

There is a region moreover in Arabia, situated nearly over against the city of Buto, to which place I came to inquire about the winged serpents: and when I came thither I saw bones of serpents and spines in quantity so great that it is impossible to make report of the number, and there were heaps of spines, some heaps large and others less large and others smaller still than these, and these heaps were many in number. […]

As for the serpent its form is like that of the water snake; and it has wings not feathered but most nearly resembling the wings of the bat. Let so much suffice as has been said now concerning sacred animals.

These words were written by the 5th century BC Greek historian Herodotus in the first volume of his History. It should be noted though that Herodotus didn’t record seeing a single live specimen, merely reporting what he had been told about the creatures behaviour and appearance. This included their roosting in frankincense trees and having to be specially handled so that the spice could be harvested; shades of the flesh-hungry Cinnamon Bird also described by Herodotus perhaps?  

Large birds carry those dried sticks which we have learnt from the Phenicians to call cinnamon, carry them, I say, to nests which are made of clay and stuck on to precipitous sides of mountains, which man can find no means of scaling. With regard to this then the Arabians practise the following contrivance: — they divide up the limbs of the oxen and asses that die and of their other beasts of burden, into pieces as large as convenient, and convey them to these places, and when they have laid them down not far from the nests, they withdraw to a distance from them: and the birds fly down and carry the limbs of the beasts of burden off to their nests; and these are not able to bear them, but break down and fall to the earth; and the men come up to them and collect the cinnamon. Thus cinnamon is collected and comes from this nation to the other countries of the world.  

Perfumes and spices such as frankincense and cinnamon were Arabia’s top exports and it did well to convince outsiders that they faced literal monsters to obtain them, lest their customers get the idea they could simply cultivate them themselves. Pliny the Elder, writing in the 1st century AD, was onto their tricks writing in his Naturalis Historia that the monstrous “cinnamolgus” was a mere invention designed to drive the price of the spice higher. Piny also wrote of epic battles between elephants and dragons though.  

Elephants are bred in that Part of Africa which lieth beyond the Deserts of the Syrtes, and also in Mauritania: they are found also among the Ethiopians and Troglodites, as hath been said: but India produceth the biggest: as also the Dragons, which are continually at variance and fighting with them; and those of such Greatness, that they can easily clasp round the Elephants, and tie them fast with a Knot. Zelian says, that these dragons conceal themselves among the branches of trees, from which they hang dependent, watching for their prey. When the elephants approach to feed on the branches, the enemy seizes them about the eyes, twines itself about the neck, and lashes them with its tail, in which manner they fall down strangled. In this Conflict they die together; that which is overcome falling down, and with his Weight crushing the one that is twined about him.

This appears to be a somewhat exaggerated (and you will note second hand – “Zelian says”) description of an Indian python however. Indeed all of Pliny’s mentions of dragons seem to actually describe other creatures and it seems much more likely that he was using the word as a kind substitute for “large predatory reptile”, rather than cataloguing actual dragon subspecies. Even when he doesn’t use the term dragon, the (still second hand) descriptions can seem somewhat hyperbolic:

Megasthenes writeth that there are Serpents in India which grow to such a Size that they are able to swallow Stags or Bulls whole.

Doest thou believe everything Megasthenes writeth, Pliny?

Anteros was the brother of Eros, the Ancient Greek counterpart of the Roman Cupid. Like Cupid, he was winged, carrying a bow and quiver of arrows with him. When Anteros aimed for the heart however, he shot to kill. For he was the avenging God of Unrequited Love. 

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Aphrodite was the Ancient Greek Goddess of love, beauty, pleasure, passion and procreation. As you might expect, she had quite a few children. With Ares, God of War, she had (at least) eight children, and (at least) four of these were known as the Erotes. The Erotes were winged Gods who helped their mother with her Earthly duties – serving as love deities.  

Eros, is by far the most famous of the Erotes, his name meaning “desire” (as too does his later Roman counterpart’s name Cupid). Eros was the God of love and sex, which seems fairly straight forward but his bothers had slightly more specific roles: Hedylogos was the God of “sweet talk” and flattery, Pothos the God of longing and yearning, Hymenaeus the God of weddings and marriage, Hermaphroditus the androgynous, intersex God/Goddess of hermaphrodites and “effeminate men”.  

Anteros’ name means “love returned”, but he was also in charge of punishing those who did not return the affections of another.  

ANTEROS is the Deity who avenges slighted love (Deus ultor); hence, in the palaestra at Elis, he is represented as contending with Eros or Cupid. This  conflict, however, was also considered as a rivalry existing between two lovers; and thus Anteros may in some respect be considered as forwarding the schemes of Cupid. And hence we may explain the fable that, on the birth of Anteros, Cupid felt his strength increase and his wings enlarge, and that, whenever his brother is at a distance, he finds himself reduced to his ancient shape. [1]

As the avenger of unrequited, or slighted love Anteros was armed with arrows made of lead, or sometimes with a club of solid gold.   

The famous statue which stands at the top of the Shaftesbury Memorial Fountain in Piccadilly Circus, London is often thought to depict Eros, but is actually a representation of Anteros. A twin of the London Anteros stands atop a the ornate fountain in Liverpool’s Victorian Sefton Park.  

[1] A manual of classical mythology; or, A companion to the Greek and Latin poets, designed chiefly to explain words, phrases and epithets, from the fables and traditions to which they refer,  Thomas Swinburne Carr, 1846  

https://archive.org/details/manualofclassica00carrrich/page/viii/mode/2up/search/Anteros?q=Anteros