Anonymous ID: b1b950 Oct. 2, 2020, 9:58 p.m. No.10897366   🗄️.is đź”—kun

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Okay, so it gets better…was ironically a rabbit hole I fell down last year…just dug out some stuff. This shit looks like the weird demon pictures in POTUS' replies:

 

THE PERCHTAN DANCERS of Salzburg, Austria

An eyewitness account of 1907

 

"HERE is probably not another place in Europe where so many strange customs, survivals of heathen and mediaeval times, are gathered together in a small tract of country as in the Austrian Duchy of Salzburg. Amongst those wonderful mountains and valleys live peasants who still mingle religion and mythology in a mystic jumble. Folk-lore attracts me like a magnet, and, therefore, I can scarcely bear to let a summer pass without a visit to such a rich treasure-house of legends and the like. Last year, on my way from Marienbad to the Danube, I stepped aside at Linz and ran down to Salzburg for a day or two. The weather was ideal, the old haunts as fascinating as ever; but, best of all, I discovered that in a few days' time a country fair would be held in a village near by, famed for its loveliness. At this fair both the "beautiful" and the "wild" Perchten would dance their strange dance. I had heard rumours concerning this extraordinary ceremony for years, but as it is only performed at irregular intervals—sometimes of twenty years— I had never yet had the opportunity of seeing it. Every plan and engagement for the near future was ruthlessly thrown aside, and I determined to stay on in Salzburg at any cost.

 

The Perchtentanz is named in honour of Perchta, another name for Holda or Frigga, Woden's consort and the mother of the gods. Although banished from many of her ancient haunts by rude civilization and unbelief she still clings to Salzburg and parts of the Tyrol, where the peasants not only believe in her, but fear her. Perchta means the Splendid, the Magnificent One. She may be seen, they say, wandering through the great fortress of Salzburg at dead of night. Towards the beginning of the year, in the guise of a tiny, wizened witch, with gleaming eyes, long hooked nose, and wildly , tangled hair, she lurks at cross-roads, waiting for travellers. When one approaches she greets him with her friendliest smile, and holds out to him a black cloth. If he takes it he is done for, and will certainly not survive the year; but if he brings out his crucifix and says, "Dame Percht, Dame Percht, throw the cloth on the earth," then every joy and blessing will come to his house."

 

http://www.germanicmythology.com/original/PerchtanDanceSalzburg.html

 

Woden = Odin