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Sunday, 2 May 2021
ZOO_ARCHEOLOGY AKA FAUNAL ANALYSIS REPLY TO CFZ STILL ON THE TRACK
Walpurgis Night
In German folklore, though, Walpurgis Night is particularly associated with the tradition that witches gathered from across the land for a great sabbat on the top of the Blocksberg (now Brocken), a summit in the Harz Mountains of central Germany. This great witches’ meeting may have been much depicted in nineteenth- and twentieth-century art and literature, but look closely at the early-modern witch trial records, and one finds little evidence for it. From the hundreds of confessions, most produced under torture, it is clear that sabbats were thought to take place at any time of the year and not Walpurgis Night in particular. From the records we also find that nocturnal sabbats were believed as likely to take place in clearings and meadows as on mountain tops.

It was in 1668 that the Walpurgis Sabbath was first firmly located at the Brocken in a weighty tome about the history and geography of the mountain and the region, called The Blocksberg Performance by Johannes Präetorius. It included an illustration of orgiastic celebrations taking place around the mountain top. But the spread of the archetypal Walpurgis Night sabbat on the Brocken owes much to the creative mind of the German philosopher and poet Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749-1832). He drew upon Präetorius’s book for his famous play Faust (1808), in which he depicts the legendary sixteenth-century magician and Mephistopheles travelling to the summit of the Brocken, accompanied by witches and demons. The witches strike up a chorus:
“Witches bound for the Brocken are we,
The stubble is yellow, the new grain is green.
All our number will gather there,
And You-Know-Who will take the chair.
So we race on over hedges and ditches,
The he-goats stink and so do the witches.”
Faust later reflects:
“It seems, forsooth, a little strange,
When we the Brocken came to range,
And this Walpurgis night to see,
That we should quit this company.”
PLANT POWER BY MARK ANTONY RAINES
What if man could grow man from plants in order to help the future economic climate.
Such a man is Professor Horace who had invited his friend to be the first to see his newest creation.
The professor showed him a bag of white powder his friend just laughed until the professor asked him to look at the white powder more carefully under a powerful microscope.
As his friend looked he was shocked the powder was in fact seeds but the seeds were in human form.
His friend steps back in awe and finds it incredible the professor tells him he was inspired by the legend of cadmus as he was a dragon who planted his teeth in the ground to grow more of its kind.
The professor then tell s his friend he has created some plants in his chemical gardens and then thier both walk towards them.
Oh my god I can t believe what I am seeing rows of plants in each a human form says Fenwick the professor friend.
Ah that is nothing I have in a further room fully active plant men who never get tired are powerful and aggressive and cannot be harmed by bullets says the professor.
But why this is wrong I insist you put a stop to this madness says Fenwick.
Imagine an unstoppable army who could deal with the evils of the world or help and economical needs thier could do all the work whilst we sit back in leisure.
So just as I was going to refuse funding this insanely bizarre project fate intervened for as a I left the building it blew up never to see the light of day.
On the remains of the site was a bag inside the bag was white powder but this time it was not plant man but a certain million tiny seeds of Professor Horace awaiting one day to be part of the world.
Saturday, 1 May 2021
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