Today, there are weather warnings circulating of severe winds expected late Sunday, early Monday (27-28th October) across the UK, beginning in the South and working up the country. Worse in some parts than others.
The Wild Hunt is upon us, with the first of the winter storms.
There are many legends of the WIld Hunt, depending on where in the country they originate from.
It’s Odin who leads the Hunt, as a god of the Winds, astride his eight legged horse Sleipnir, collecting the souls of the dead as he rode the wild winds – this theme is repeated, with regional variations across the country.
In south Shropshire, it’s Wild Edric who rides out from the Stipperstones with his hounds. His Lady Goda sometimes at his side.
In Wales it’s the Gwynn ap Nudd who rides out, with his spectral hounds, the Cwn Annwn, all white with red tipped ears, and eye’s the colour of rubies.
Else where it’s King Arthur, and upon Dartmoor, it’s said Sir Francis Drake leads the Hunt!
Even Shakespeare mentions the Wild Hunt:
There is an old tale goes, that Herne the Hunter
(Sometimes a keeper here in Windsor forest)
Doth all the winter-time, at still midnight,
Walk round about an oak, with great ragg’d horns,
And there he blasts the tree, and takes the cattle,
And makes milch-kine yield blood, and shakes a chain
In a most hideous and dreadful manner.
You have heard of such a spirit, and well you know
The superstitious idle-headed eld
Receiv’d and did deliver to our age
This tale of Herne the Hunter for a truth.
(Shakespeare, The Merry Wives of Windsor, 4.4.28-38)
Legends tell a similar tale across Europe as well, but the facts are the Hunt appears with the first of these winter storms – a time when it’s safer in than out for obvious reasons. But if we cast our minds back to our Ancestors time, we can see how these storms threatened every day life. Even now, in our modern homes, we have to make sure we ‘batten down the hatches’ but a hundred or more years ago, the dangers were more apparent, more threatening to life and limb.
There is also an ‘air’ about such storms – and ethereal they can be! To walk out in such a storm is still a real danger; I remember one such storm a few years ago when the centre of the town was closed off, due to the risk of death from falling roof tiles! Falling, being a slight exaggeration… they were being blown, sword like down on to the street below as if an unseen hand had directed them towards unsuspecting shoppers. Luckily, no one was badly hurt, but…
Is there anyone of our ilk, dear Reader, who is not aware, that the spirit of Albion is LIVID at the treatment of the country by it’s political leaders?
Bearing that in mind, and knowing that the leaders of the Hunt, afore mentioned, are a part of Albion and it’s many spirits, who among us, are not tempted to turn the full rage of this storm towards those who stand for everything that is wrong in this country…
Who amongst us, is not tempted to call up our regional Hunt leader and emplore him to turn south wards to unleash a storm upon those who would sell this country short, destroy it with nuclear power, fracking and the rape and pillage of it’s sacred land…
Who amongst us, is not tempted to see the wrongs committed against the people of this green and pleasant land, righted…
Who amongst us, is not prepared to evoke the Wild Hunt to bear down upon those responsible for all these wrongs?
We need a revolution.
In generations to come, who knows, if Sir Francis Drake can lead the Wild Hunt, why not Russell Brand?