So today’s a day (Winter Solstice) that no doubt my distant ancestors in Europe would have been celebrating.
That is until they were enslaved by the Pauline disease.
While Rodzimowierstwo (“native faith”) has slowly made a come back in the Slavic countries, the mere fact that the Poles (and most Slavs) celebrated everything via oral traditions means that any attempt to find our authentic religious values is a hackneyed modern reconstruction of it.
The Slavs, the Germans, the Gauls, and so many others were robbed of their history as the cancer spread to the northern climes.
It was a form of control that no doubt many of them wanted to partake in, as it would benefit some over the others. (Many humans will freely give themselves and their descendants into slavery for a tiny fraction of power.)
I am very happy I threw off the shackles of that slavery.
And it days of the year like today that make me realize how happy I am for doing so.
On this, the shortest day of the year, on this day of the least about of light in the Northern Hemisphere from our star, remember that you too can throw off the shackles that beat you down.