What a great life. Cruising around Britain with the ancient mythological mindset, sitting under the age old trees, unloading the stories within your consciousness of the mysteries within these lands. Hope the van is holding up well. I really admire your attitude and love your storytelling. Good for you and Thank You very much for the pleasure you bring to me and likely all who originally hail from these lands.
Ah, thanks for this. Whenever I’m having a tough time, financially or otherwise, I try to remind myself how good life is really, when you have trees and stories. Vans holding up good thanks. It’s parked up on the farm no waiting for me to earn some money to go on another trip 😂
I drove from Pittsburgh to Philadelphia today and I had your videos on the whole time, can't get enough of the story telling acumen. I was almost to my destination, entranced with this story, and learned that "the deer had fucked off" and I burst out laughing behind the wheel. Must have looked mad as a hare to anyone else on the road. 10/10.
You are brilliant!! I absolutely love your storytelling skills. Please can you tell us some welsh mythology or mabinogion. I'm welsh and a welsh speaker, and I am fascinated with welsh mythology and poetry. It is hard to translate the detail and meaning of the welsh language mythology. It's so deep, detailed, and descriptive. Beautiful and very special. I would love to hear any welsh mythology from you. You are a true storyteller, and that's a gift. Thank you.
I will, but only if you politely correct me on my pronunciation 😂 I love welsh mythology too, and it doesn’t get enough attention. I’m actually spending a month living in a tent in the woods in wales in May, so I’ll be posting a lot from the Mabinogion I expect. Meanwhile. I’ve done a few little bits of welsh folklore on my channel. Here’s one: ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-SVs4rQXmADo.htmlsi=a-yJfpASrKaGu2in Thank you for your kind words too. Diolch and Borra Da! 🏴 🙏 🌳 ✨
How wonderful to hear your local myth! To have that kind of history in your backyard must be incredible. I'd love to hear more romantic fairy stories in the future!
Thank you, a fine accompaniment to my pasta this evening that was. I wish to ask, what is that ceramic sculpture by your right elbow? I saw something similar in... well, I think I can write it plainly here... in a dream of my ancestral home I had many years ago, beneath the mound, it was in a small chamber off the great room which led down to the catacombs where my ancestors lay. It was much larger, carved from a single piece of yellow sandstone and heavily eroded, I never knew quite what it was but felt it three hooded monks. It lacked the "cocoon" over the top. Heheheh... funny writing that matter of factly. So what's that wee sculpture there...? Is it something historical...? Thanks.
That sounds like a very interesting dream. I often have dreams of the old farmhouse where I grew up, but with added hidden chambers behind fireplaces leading underground to great chambers, similar to how you describe. You’re the first one to comment on the figures… I made it from the clay from the same farm. The romans dug it. Literally. It’s a epresentation of a Celtic and Romano british cult objects that were very common in the triple aspect in Britain. They’re called ‘genii Cucullati’ or ‘hooded spirits’ and are sometimes associated with fertility, or else ancestral guardian spirits. They’re similar to the ‘matres’ or mothers that also come in threes. They don’t always have hoods. And often have swords.
@@TheStoryCrow Thank you for your reply... aye, likewise I share those dreams though they were most often my grandparent's houses, which was puzzling in as much as those houses had little real significance to me in life yet took on a wondrous, mystical warren quality in dream... with perfectly playful architectural curiosities, my favourite being one spot where the floor curved up to the ceiling height with the upper floor leaving a metre or so gap as if floating over a half-pipe, so, to get onto the first floor I had to run up the wall and jump backwards, grab onto the floating floor and pull myself up. ...A floor only the youthful could access. Genii Cucullati - that is a very interesting coincidence indeed. Hum-hum-hum... "...The Genii Cucullati safeguarded the souls during their journey to the Underworld. They may have been associated with ancestor worship, death and rebirth." The shepherd and farmer reference there too... I was born into shepherding. So, that doth perfectly underwrite that Genii Cucullati's placement in that dream. ...How very curious. If interested, the "ancestral home" I mentioned was a windowless longhouse of sorts built of heavy, mossy stone beneath a turf roof which blended it into the surrounding grassland, leaving it appearing as a mound. It stood 20 yards or so back from the edge of a cliff, the sea beyond, grazed grass atop. A sunken entrance cut in to meet the corner of one gable end (The South Westerly corner, I would say today). A large fireplace adorned the gable end of the otherwise empty interior, opposite the entrance. The hall was the size of a village hall or some such, the roof above being a high A frame, though all in stone, with a flagstone floor. It had at once an ecclesiastical atmosphere in its silent, heavy stonework yet spoke of age before Christianity at the same time. On the same gable as the entrance, in the other corner, a low doorway led into a small stone "lean-to" style room/chamber maybe 6' square with a low roof and small, stone mullioned windows which let in light spraying across this statue. It differed from the green stonework of the building in being clean sandstone, though heavily eroded to make the figures faceless, conical forms with a chipped, regular "pocking" over them making the whole statue appear spotted. The figures rose to about hip height, a heavy plinth left uncut beneath them. A google search just now brought up a contemporary painting of a Genii Cucullati wearing star-studded cloaks which very much reflected the peculiar pocking covering the whole thing. The three hooded figures were however in procession, facing right, or North perhaps... towards a wide, low open arched doorway leading down a short flight of stone stairs in a mossy, damp, stone-lined passage. That led down to a low cellar, or crypt, though as I entered it I thought it a cellar. A low, vaulted roof set on pillars, stretched some 20 metres in each direction. The floor was partially flooded with stone coffers dotted about it... and so, as I roamed about it, I suddenly realised I was walking among the tombs of my ancestors... and upon my mind being thus blown, I awoke, all full of wonder. All in all, it was one of those striking dreams with a clarity upon waking that shouts of significance. Mmm. Thank you, you have just inspired me to see if I can make a little film with an illustrative representation of that place. T'will make perhaps for a pleasantly dreamy project... "My Ancestral Home." Heheh, now that'll confound the algorithm! Perfic! 🤓 All the best, good crow, thanks again, lovely bit of interweaving that, most grateful I am. [Oof, that got long... mind' THE ANCESTORS WILL NOT BE SUMMARISED! 😂]
