Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Traveling Scholars, Necromancers, Fairies, and Goddesses.

Antoine de la Sale, Depiction of Monte Sibilla. [From La Salade.]
“Harff comes fully prepared to find that for which he is looking.

“Here at Noxea [Norcea] we heard tell of Dame Venus' Mount,” he begins, and ingenuously adds: “Since in our country so many wonderful things are told about it I prevailed upon my companions that they do me the favor to go a few miles out of the way to see this mountain out from Noxea and came to a little place called Arieet... Thence we went to a village called Norde. Close by lies Dame Venus' Mount, at one end of which is a castle. I quickly got acquainted with him and told him in Latin how we were minded to see the Mount of Dame Venus since in our country so many wonders were told about it. The castellan began to laugh at me and entertained us well that evening. In the morning early he rode with us to the mountain. In it were hewn holes as in the Vackleberch or at Triecht; from these the town and castle had been built. I accompanied him into these holes. I could see nothing there except that some of them were fallen in and some were still open. With the castellan we then left the mount and he took us to the castle as his guests, where he entertained us during noontime. After noon he rode with us up to the top of this mountain. Here was a small quiet lake. By it stood a little chapel, like a place of worship, and inside was a small altar and there, as he related to us, in earlier times when the art of necromancy was still abroad in the world, its devotees came and conjured up the devil and practiced the black art. So soon as this happened there always arose from the waters of the little lake a cloud which descended in a thunderstorm, drenching the whole land thereabouts for six leagues so that there was no grain there that year. Now the people would no longer suffer this and made complaint to the owner of the castle. He immediately had erected an upright gallows between the chapel and the lake and forbade that any one should ever practice necromancy any more upon the altar. Whoever did so was hanged on the gallows. The castellan gave us this account and then said he know of nothing else concerning the place, whereupon we took our leave of him and went to Fossata to our rightful road. This castle lies nine leagues from Noxea.”
- Stephan Barto, Tannhäuser and the Venusberg. (1913 CE. P. 25) [Note: Quoting Arnold von Harff. (1471 CE – 1505 CE.)]
Liber Vagatorum's Title Woodcut
Of Vagrants, or Strollers.

[…] These are beggars or adventurers who wear yellow garments, come from the Venusberg, know the Black Art, and are called rambling scholars. These same when they come into a house speak thus: –
'Here comes a rambling scholar, a Magister of the Seven Free Arts (id est, the various ways of cheating [Beseflen] the farmers [hanzen]), an exorciser of the devil for Hail, for Storm, and for Witchcraft.'

Then he utters some magical words and crosses his breast [two] or [three] times, and speaks thus: –
Wherever these words are said
No man shall suddenly fall dead,
No murrain, mildew or other miserie
Shall touch this ground to all Eternitie.'

and many more precious words. Then the farmers [hanzen] think it all true, and are glad that he is come, and are sorry they have never seen a wandering scholar before, and speak to the vagrant: –
'This or that has happened to me, can you help me? I would willingly give you a florin or two.'

And he says, 'yes,' and cheats the farmers (Besefeltden den hanzen ums mess) out of their money. And after these experiments they depart. The farmers suppose that by their talking they can drive the devil away, and can help them from any trouble that has befallen them. Thou canst ask them nothing but they will perform thee an experiment therewith; that is, they can cheat and defraud thee of thy money.

Conclusio: Beware of these Vagrants, for wherewith they practice is all lies.”
- Liber Vagatorum [The Book of Vagrants and Beggars, with a preface by Martin Luther]. [1510]
(Note: the account is obviously very hostile, and one can only imagine why My Ancient Enemy would have loved it so. On the other hand? Chicanery abounds the world over.)
“In the Hessische Hexenprocessacten, going back apparently of the middle of the seventeenth century, occurs a very illuminating account of all the Mountain of Venus was at the time considered to mean. A fellow named Diel Bruell is on trial for witchcraft and in his confession he says that it was seven years since his wife and children had died. He had been much disturbed over the misfortune and had laid himself down to sleep and when he awoke he found he had been in Dame Venus' Mount. There he had seen many things, that Dame Holt hung up a kettle of water and that certain people were sitting in the fire; others lay upon their faces with food and wine-flagon before them but no bread; the gospels too were written on a board, but he heard no one reading. Nothing really wrong was going on and yet he wished he were well out of it. Hame Holt went ahead into the mountain and people followed her who were not distinguishable because they were only in semblance. There were cattle too and horses with long hair which entered the mountain together. The horses were of the best. There was a man in the mountain who looked like a Priest and with him Dame Holt talked, but not for long. Then she washed and bound up the wounds of such as were lame and halt. When he was questioned what they then said, Thiel replied that the mountain was so large one could distinguish nothing except sound; people wee there too who were already burning... The trip into the Venus Mount took place on New Years day nor did he know himself how he got there. Bast Ludwig, late mayor of Schlirbach, was sitting in the fire. He understood him to speak of someone here in this world, not did he know how he had come into the mountain, for he lay down and fell asleep... in front Dame Holt was like a fair woman, but from hehind like a hollow tree with rough bark. In the Venus Mount he had also learned something about herbs...


After his confession, Diel Bruell was executed on the twenty-fourth of November 1632 at Büdingen... and was buried outside the churchyard wall.”
- Stephan Barto,
Tannhäuser and the Venusberg. (P. 36-37)
Via Rachel
“The name 'Venus Mount' is once directly associated with paradise in the line:
'On Venus' Mount and into Paradise.'

The mountain of Venus is really the evil other-world.* The most frequent methods by which it is reached are shown in Sachsenheim 1453, Sachs 1517, 1545, 1559, Zimmerische Chronik 1565, Rotenburg 1608, Hessische Hexenprocessacten 1628. By means of a potion, by flying through the air upon some sort of steed - nightmare, goat, or calf - by lying down to sleep, by falling into a trance, and usually at night, these are the ways by which the Venusberg has been reached and all point to the fact the place is not of this earth.”
- Stephan Barto, Tannhäuser and the Venusberg. (P. 44-45)
Finally, there is this:
“Stone Age man created a massive network of underground tunnels criss-crossing Europe from Scotland to Turkey, a new book on the ancient superhighways has claimed.
German archaeologist Dr Heinrich Kusch said evidence of the tunnels has been found under hundreds of Neolithic settlements all over the continent.

In his book - Secrets Of The Underground Door To An Ancient World - he claims the fact that so many have survived after 12,000 years shows that the original tunnel network must have been enormous...


'In Bavaria in Germany alone we have found 700metres of these underground tunnel networks. In Styria in Austria we have found 350metres,' he said.

'Across Europe there were thousands of them - from the north in Scotland down to the Mediterranean.
'Most are not much larger than big wormholes - just 70cm wide - just wide enough for a person to wriggle along but nothing else.

'They are interspersed with nooks, at some places it's larger and there is seating, or storage chambers and rooms.

'They do not all link up but taken together it is a massive underground network.'


The book notes that chapels were often built by the entrances perhaps because the Church were afraid of the heathen legacy the tunnels might have represented, and wanted to negate their influence.
In some cases writings have been discovered referring to the tunnels seen as a gateway to the underworld.”
- Going underground: The massive European network of Stone Age tunnels that weaves from Scotland to Turkey. (

Well that was a productive day of reading! Hahahahahaha.

Be seeing you,

* The Cthonic Underworld, d00dz and d00dettes! At this point the process of reducing everything to diabolic elements is very clearly pronounced. heh.

[EDIT]: I tell you, Blogger hates open-office. As soon as I fix one shrinking section of text, another appears. Fuck it. Sorry for the weird mismatching.

1 comment:

V.V.F. said...

Hollow at the back, like a tree...damn! Just like a huldra.