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Mother-Cheese-Earth lay in darkness and cold. She was dead - no light, no sounds, no movement. And said forever young. eternally joyful bright Yarilo: "Let's look through the pitch darkness at Mother-Cheese-Earth, is it good, is it good?" And the flame of the bright Yarila’s gaze in an instant pierced the immeasurable layers of darkness that lay above the sleeping Earth, and where Yarilin’s gaze cut through the darkness, a red sun shone there. And hot waves of radiant Yarilin light poured through the sun.
Mother-Cheese-Earth woke up from sleep and spread out in youthful beauty.
She greedily drank the golden rays of the life-giving luminary, and from that light, scorching life and languishing bliss spilled over her bowels ... Love the Earth Yarilina's speech, she loved the god of light and from his hot kisses was decorated with cereals, flowers, dark forests, blue seas, blue rivers, silvery lakes...
She drank the hot kisses of Yarilina, and heavenly birds flew out of her bowels, forest and field animals ran out of dens, fish swam in rivers and seas, small insects, flies, and midges crowded in the air.
And everything lived, and everything loved, and everything sang songs of praise to Father Yarila, Mother Raw Earth. Then the Earth gave birth to man. And when he came out of the bowels of the earth, Yarilo hit him on the head with a golden rein - bright lightning, and from that lightning the mind of a person was born. Yarilo greeted his beloved earthly son with heavenly thunders, streams of lightning, and from those thunders, from that lightning, all living creatures trembled in horror: heavenly birds scattered,
oak forest animals hid in the caves, one man raised his rational head to the sky and answered his father’s thunderous speech with prophetic words, with winged speech ... And hearing that word and seeing his king and lord, all the trees, all the flowers and cereals bowed before him.
Then the strength of Yarila began to weaken, Mother-Cheese-Earth began to yearn, fearing that everything would freeze. Yarilo consoled her, saying that he would return again, but for now he sent Fire to keep the earth warm.
This is how people thought about the change of summer in winter and about the beginning of the Fire. That is why our forefathers burned the dead - Yarilin's son who fell asleep in death was given to his father living in fire. And then they began to give the dead to their mother - lowering them into her bed, i.e. burrowing into the ground. That is why our ancestors honored the gift of fire to man with great holidays.
(From the novel by P.I. Melnikov - Pechersky "In the Forests")

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• 05.07.2012. Folk myth about the sun.

Yarilo and Mother Earth Cheese Tradition of the Russian people

Mother Earth Cheese lay in darkness and cold. She was dead - no light, no heat, no sounds, no movement. And the eternally young, eternally joyful bright Yar said: "Let's look through the pitch darkness at Mother Earth Cheese, is it good, is it good, will we have to think?"
And the flame of the gaze of the bright Yar in one wave pierced the immeasurable layers of darkness that lay above the fallen earth. And where Yarilin's gaze cut through the darkness, a red sun shone there.
And the hot waves of the radiant Yarili poured through the sun - into the light. Mother Earth Cheese awakened from sleep and spread out in youthful beauty, like a bride on a marriage bed… She greedily drank the golden rays of life-giving light, and from that light scorching life and languishing bliss spilled over her bowels.
The sweet speeches of the god of love, the eternally young god Yarila, are carried in sunny speeches: “Oh, you are a goy, Mother Earth Cheese! you will give birth to a myriad of lovely children from me ... "
Love the Earth of Yarilina's speech, she loved the god of light and from his hot kisses she was decorated with cereals, flowers, dark forests, blue seas, blue rivers, silvery lakes. She drank the hot kisses of Yarilina, and heavenly birds flew out of her bowels, forest and field animals ran out of dens, fish swam in rivers and seas, small flies and midges crowded in the air ... And everything lived, everything loved, and everything sang laudatory songs: father - Yarila, mother - Raw Earth.
And again, from the red sun, Yarila’s love speeches rush: “Oh, you are a goy, Mother Earth of Cheese! I decorated you with beauty, you gave birth to countless cute children, love me more than ever, give birth to my beloved offspring.”
Those speeches of the mother to the damp earth were love, she greedily drank the life-giving rays and gave birth to a man ... And when he came out of the bowels of the earth, Yarilo hit him on the head with a golden rein - a fierce lightning. And from that lightning the mind in man was born. Hello Yarilo beloved earthly son with heavenly thunders, streams of lightning. And from those thunders, from that lightning, all living creatures trembled in horror: heavenly birds flew away, oak forest animals hid in caves, one man raised his rational head to the sky and answered his father’s thunderous speech with a prophetic word, a winged speech ... And, hearing that word and seeing his king and lord, all the trees, all the flowers and cereals bowed before him, the animals, birds and every living creature obeyed him.
Mother Earth Cheese rejoiced in happiness, in joy, hoped that Yarilin's love had no end, no edge ... But for a short time the red sun began to sink, bright days shortened, Cold winds blew, song birds fell silent, oak forest animals howled, and shuddered from cold, king and lord of all breathing and non-breathing creatures ...
Clouded Mother Earth Cheese and from grief-sorrow watered her faded face with bitter tears - fractional rains. Mother Earth Cheese is crying: “Oh, the sail of the wind! .. Why are you breathing on me with a hateful cold? .. Yarilino’s eye is a red sun! .. Why are you warming and shining not as before? my children to die, and again I lie in darkness and cold! .. And why did I recognize the light, why did I recognize life and love? .. Why was I recognized with clear rays, with hot kisses of the god Yarila? ..
Silent Yarilo.
“I don’t feel sorry for myself,” Mother Earth Cheese cries, shrinking from the cold, “mother’s heart mourns for dear children.”
Yarilo says: “Do not cry, do not grieve, Mother Earth Cheese, I leave you for a while. Do not leave you for a while - you will burn to the ground under my kisses. Keeping you and our children, I will reduce heat and light for a while, leaves will fall on the trees , grasses and cereals will wither, you will dress with a snow cover, you will sleep and rest until my arrival ... The time will come, I will send a messenger to you - Red Spring, after Spring I myself will come.
Mother Earth Cheese is crying: “You don’t pity me, poor Yarilo, you don’t pity, bright God, your children! - to perish before everyone else, when you deprive us of heat and light ... "
Yarilo sprinkled lightning on the stones, doused the oak trees with a burning look. And he said to Mother Raw Earth: “So I poured fire on stones and trees. I myself am in that fire. With his mind-mind, a person will reach how to take light and heat from wood and stone. That fire is a gift to my beloved son. will be in fear and horror, he alone will serve.
And the god Yarilo departed from the Earth ... Violent winds rushed, covered Yarilino's eye with dark clouds - the red sun, white snows were applied, even in a shroud they enveloped Mother Earth Cheese in them. Everything froze, everything fell asleep, one person did not sleep, did not doze - he had the great gift of Father Yarila, and with him light and warmth ...

(P. Melnikov-Pechersky)

Among the Baltic Slavs, this deity is known under the name of Yarovita (Herovita). In Latin medieval writings, he was represented as the god of war and identified with the Roman Mars. Near his idol in one of the sanctuaries hung a shield with gold plaques, which was considered to belong to Yarovit. This shield could not be moved from its place in peacetime. The cult center of Yarovit was surrounded by banners during the celebration in his honor. The Slavs felt such reverence for the golden shield of Yarovit that when the Christians wanted to destroy the idol and kill the priest who served him, he, striking the shield and rushing into the crowd with a terrible cry, aroused such horror in the newly converted Christians that they, out of old habit, seeing shield hit the ground. It is also known about the dedication of the spring fertility festival to Yarovi-tu. In one of the sources, the speech of the priest Yarovit is given, according to which power over the greenery and the fruits of the earth is attributed to him. This power and the similarity of names makes it possible to identify him with the East Slavic Yarila

Mother-Cheese-Earth lay in darkness and cold. She was dead - no light, no heat, no sounds, no movement. And the eternally young, eternally joyful bright Yar said: "Let's look through the pitch darkness at Mother-Cheese-Earth, is it good, is it good?" And the flame of the gaze of the bright Yar in an instant pierced the immeasurable layers of darkness that lay over the sleeping Earth, and where Yarilin's gaze cut through the darkness, the red sun shone there. And poured through the sun Hot waves of radiant Yarilin light.

Mother-Cheese-Earth woke up from sleep and spread out in youthful beauty. She greedily drank the golden rays of the Life-Giving Light, and because of the light, scorching Life and languishing bliss spilled over her bowels ... Love the Earth Yarilina's speech, she loved the god of light, and from his hot kisses she was decorated with cereals, flowers, dark forests, blue seas, blue rivers, silvery lakes...

She drank Yarilina's hot kisses, and heavenly birds flew out of her depths, forest and field animals ran out of dens, fish swam in rivers and seas, small insects, flies and midges crowded in the air.

And everything lived, and everything loved, and everything sang songs of praise to Father Yarila, Mother Raw Earth. Then the Earth gave birth to man. And when he came out of the bowels of the earth, Yarilo hit him on the head with a golden rein-bright lightning, and from that lightning the mind in man was born. Yarilo, beloved earthly son, was healthy with heavenly thunders, streams of lightning, and from those thunders, from that lightning, all Living, creature in horror, the heavenly birds flew away, oak forest animals hid in caves, one man raised his rational head to the sky and answered his father’s thunderous speech with a prophetic word, a winged speech ... And hearing that word, having seen his king and lord, all the trees, all the flowers and the grasses bowed before him.

Then the strength of Yarila began to weaken, Mother-Cheese-Earth began to yearn, fearing that everything would freeze. Yarilo consoled her, saying that he would return again, but for now he sent Fire to keep the earth warm.

This is how people thought about the change of summer in winter and about the beginning of the Fire. That is why our forefathers burned the dead - Yarilin's son, who fell asleep in a deathly sleep, was given to his father Living in the fire. And then they began to give the dead to their mother - lowering them into her bed, that is, burying them in the Earth. That is why our ancestors celebrated with great holidays the gift of fire to man by Yarila. Holidays were celebrated on long summer days, when the Sun, without shortening its course, begins to part with the Earth ... (P.I. Melnikov-Pechersky "In the Forests").

YARILO

That my soul lit up like a fire,

Whose gaze sparkled in the twilight, whose?

Then the cheerful Yarilo walks in the darkness.

Oh my goodness, it dawned on me

The twinkling of your sparkling eyes!

// blood fermented, and passion boiled,

And the heart languidly and sweetly dies.

No wonder crumbly color boiled

Bird cherry near roads and swamps.

Yarilo, you come to people in the dark,

Hearts, like bonfires, you light them.

In your curls - lush red poppies,

And stars, and animals, and people in the dark

- Everyone is drunk with your fragrant breath.

How wonderfully Yarilina's eyes sparkle!

They go through my soul like swords!

O beautiful God, from the dusk of the night,

Like blue arrows, seething eyes

Strive into my soul, radiate swords!

D. Semenovsky (1915)

1. TALK. “Mother Cheese Earth lay in darkness and cold, it was dead: no light, no heat, no sounds, no movement. Yarila decided to look through the pitch darkness, whether Mother Earth Cheese was good. His fiery gaze pierced the darkness that covered the sleeping earth, and shone the sun, hot waves of Yarilov's light poured in. Mother Earth Cheese began to wake up from sleep and revel in the rays of light, from which life began to emerge in her depths. and flowers with trees. Animals and birds appeared, fish in the seas and rivers. Everything came to life on earth. Mother Earth Cheese continued to drink light rays and gave birth to a man. From a blow, a mind was born in a person, he began to differ from animals. Mother Earth Cheese rejoiced: Yaril's love has no end, but after a while it began to get colder, the days became shorter. She clouded with grief and began to cry, and tears of Mother Earth Cheese shed rain yami. - Do not be sad, Mother Earth Cheese, - Yarila began to ask, - I will leave you for a while, otherwise you will burn from my kisses. In the meantime, sleep under the snow covers until my return. after which I will return. Yarila said so and left, and Mother Earth Cheese was covered with snow and fell asleep before the arrival of spring.

VOLHA: A beautiful story, oh, how beautiful! .. Yes, but it's a pity: the characters are thoroughly Kievan, created not earlier than 0-10 centuries AD. But it seems to me even later: "neopagan". This does not mean that TODAY is nothing it’s impossible to compose something!
It is possible and necessary ... But take a closer look, reader, to the very tale, it's time.

MOTHER OF CHEESE EARTH - actually, "raw" (having groundwater) was called ARABLE PLANT, i.e. villages / farmlands. EARTH is simply MOTHER Earth, in ancient times she is the goddess of Rod / Mormara from the pantheon of Rod Ora / Hyperborea. her BIRTH WOMAN (parent, analogue of the Family). WHO is this what they call now? And MAKOSH, that is, an absolutely DIFFERENT "goddess", which exists (created by the Magi) only in the pantheon of Svarog, Kiev region.

YARILO is what the people of Kiev called the sun god of Kievan Rus, giving him the status of the ANCIENT god Ora / Hyperborea ... But "god" is clearly "renamed" from the real ancient god of the pantheon of the Genus Ara, because there is NO letter "I" in the proto-language (see below translation); we are talking about the same time as Makosh.

The essence of the tale: LOVE of the heavenly god and the goddess of the Earth is a tracing-paper from the myths of Ancient Greece about Zeus and Hera / Gaea. about the creation of the world.

CONCLUSIONS Volkhi: The tale was thoroughly reworked by the "Magi" - "neopagan" (modern). This is indicated by his style of narration, his worldview in general.

2. MOTHER EARTH / MOTHER CHEESE EARTH. "The Slavic goddess is called: Mokush, Mokosh, Makosh, Mokesh. Mokush is the only female goddess among the male gods in the pagan temple of Prince Vladimir, the future baptist of Russia. According to scientists, the name comes from the Greek. "mokos"; spinning. Fasmer: "mokush" sounds like the verb "wet" - Mokush was the goddess of the harvest, it often depends on the rain. Also, water has always personified motherhood, Mokush was in charge of it. 2 parts, then the meaning of each will indicate their common meaning: the ancient word "ma"; mother and "kosh"; lot / fate. Hence Mokush is the "mother of fate", i.e. she has the right to decide what exactly awaits a person or another period of time. However, the word "kosh" was also used to refer to a basket for grain, a barn, and even a cart for hay, i.e. things associated with the village / economy. Mokush, as a rule, was depicted as a woman of middle years with long hands. In them she held a spindle or a cornucopia. Mokush could be depicted as a tall figure with a large head (sometimes a cow’s head) standing between 2 silhouettes of women in labor in the guise of moose cows. According to folklore sources, Mokush could turn into a terrible hunchback on crow’s feet or a shaggy kikimora. Sometimes she completely became invisible, helping the hostess around the house. Mokush's favorite animal was a cat. Spiders served Mokush: they spun and wove. Mokushi figurines (idols) were made only from "female" tree species - aspen or linden. .She was in charge of female fertility, harvest, home and prosperity in it. Wives, mothers, housewives asked for help and protection from Mokushi. fate. With threads, she connected each person with his good and evil deeds. Thus, a kind of lace of human life was born. Depending on how much evil or good, Mokush decided his fate. Her sisters Dolya and Nedolya, Srecha and Nesrecha helped the goddess in her work. Each of them, at some point, touching the threads or part of the matter, made a person at one time or another period of his life happy or unhappy, poor or rich, lucky or unlucky. Mokush knew everything about the real life of a person, as well as about his past and future reincarnations. Mokush was also the goddess of magic and sorcery. Divination and witchcraft were performed only under her guidance. She stood on the threshold between the world of the living and the world of the dead. As a sacrifice for Mokushi, women threw yarn, thread or tow into the wells; the rite was called "mokrida". Friday was considered Mokushi's favorite day. On this day of the week, it was impossible to spin, weave or sew. Otherwise, the goddess could get angry and tangle the yarn or prevent the shirt from being sewn, and sometimes even appear with her hands punctured by a needle. "(stat." Mokush: what was the main goddess Slavs", Cyrillic, 2018)

VOLHA: MOKUSH - MOKSHA - "MO" (mother world, motherland) + "K" + "SHA" (the letter "Sh" is not in the proto-language, the interchange is "Sh-S"; SA - "With the first-born"). MOKSHA - " To the homeland of the first-born "(Ors, inhabitants of the OR), i.e. to the OR / Hyperborea. From here there was a great desire to make Moksha one of the original pantheon of Rod / Mormar, but let down" not the parent language ".
In addition, "KOSHTS" are wallets (in the form of a bag with a drawstring, a pouch) for money. It is no coincidence that Makosh is declared the mother goddess of Share and Nedol, fate, etc. For a PRINCE, the goddess is just right for accumulating his princely WEALTH. That's why Makosh is the only "woman-goddess" in the pantheon of Volodimer of Kyiv (it's not a fact that they didn't know others).
She published the rest about Makosh as an example of a UTILITARY common people's "approach" to their own gods. Compare, reader, with the Christ gods in terms of the scale and essence of the relationship. This is the goal of the Temple of Christ: to turn the world-building into small gods.

OPINIONS of readers from Mail Ru: 1). "MakOsh" was originally not a Slavic character at all, not a goddess. .The two-root word belongs to agglutinative grammar, - here "Mak", - praise, glory, - "Osh", - a handful. In general, Makosh, the Glorious handful, is the forerunner of the Roman goddess Fortuna with her cornucopia. A little from the Turks. language: "kolosh", -1) a handful, 2) a lake with high raised banks, - Russified "ladle", "kolosha" (Galoshes). "-Alla.

VOLHA: I completely agree.

VOLHA: Here you are, grandma, and St. George's Day! There is nothing more to say: the internal affairs and ideas of modern "advanced" CHRISTIANS do not concern me. But one CONCLUSION can be drawn: Christians declare Makosh to be SATAN! .. Hmm.

MOTHER CHEESE EARTH. "The earth was considered the embodiment of the generative power of nature, which is why it was likened to a woman. Traces of deification were reflected in the oldest funeral rituals. During archaeological excavations, skeletons were found in the pose of a newborn. Probably, the funeral was interpreted as the return of the deceased to the mother's womb. Echoes of the rite are also visible in custom wear clean linen when you feel imminent danger or death. In tradition, the earth was endowed with a feminine principle, the fruitful earth was associated with a pregnant woman. , Pantheon of Slavic Gods)

VOLHA: People were buried (they hid their corpses) in the ground for only one reason: a degenerate or an outcast. Hope: Mother Earth will revive him in a new body and he will be corrected. The corpses of enemies were also buried. like - a funeral pyre (a kind of cremation). I don’t argue with the rest in the text, not to me.
MOTHER EARTH. "Mother Cheese Earth has always acted as the core of Russian ideology. Matter in the modern philosophical understanding corresponds to the ancient worldview. The concept of Mother Earth. In the past, it meant the beginning of all things. Children of the earth, love your mother! Who does not love the earth, does not feel her motherhood, he - a slave and an outcast, a miserable rebel against the mother, a fiend of non-existence. Mother Earth! Cereal and a vine grow from you, whose fruit in the most holy sacrament becomes the Body and Blood of Christ, and this holy flesh returns to you! "(Demin V .N., "Secrets of the Russian people")

VOLHA: Demin's worldview is through and through Christian, judging by the text. But he is right: MATTER of the material world (body in nature) is a "work", including the elements "earth". The rest is on the conscience of the author.

CONCLUSIONS Volkha: Makosha - Mother Earth ... never existed in the northern Ore / Hyperborea, because there was NEVER DEIFICATION of the elements. ..in the common people of one goddess Mary.
She "responsible" for her with her functionality.

"Personification of one of the summer holidays in the Slavic folk calendar. The name of Yarila, like other words with the root yar-, is associated with the idea of ​​spring fertility." (Encyclopedia) "Yarilo is the Slavic god of the spring sun, youthful strength, passion, unbridled thirst life.Distinguished by purity, sincerity and fury.Yarilo sent rays of the sun onto the earth, which in some cases are interpreted as love arrows.The Slavs represented God as the life-giving force of the spring sun, which fills the earth with life and joy after a long winter, awakens from hibernation.Slavic Yarilo is considered the patron of people with kind, pure, bright and cordial thoughts. They turned to him for help in conceiving children. He was also responsible for fertility and was considered the embodiment of rage in the most exalted sense. Yarilo could be called Yarila, Yarovit and Ruevit. Yarilo seemed young attractive young men. The hair is light or reddish, the eyes are light blue, clear, a red cloak fluttered behind the broad powerful shoulders .Yarilo sat on a fiery horse-sun. A beautiful young man fell in love with many girls. Yarilo is the deity of the bodily love of a man and a woman. This explains that the Yarila doll was often made with a large phallus, which is the oldest symbol of fertility.

VOLHA: What can I say about Yaril? - Yes, nothing, a complete tracing paper from the Greek Zeus. But there is something to be said about his origin.

YARILA - "YAR" (IAR - "Master of the Genus of the Firstborn", because "R" here is the abbreviation of the god Rod is) + "IL" (OL - the World of Light of the Sun, i.e. the World of the Living) + "A "(the ending).
YARILA - "Master of the Genus of the first-born of the Living World." - Not a proto-language.

YAR in the Kiev region was part of the name of the founder of Kyiv (Kiy according to the "Tale" of Nestor) - KIYAR.
KIYAR - "To the master of YAR". That is why the title of "Prince-Sun" existed among the princes on the throne of Kyiv: Volodimer - "Red Sun", etc. But YAR - IAR - AR ("Parent of the Firstborn"), i.e. .god Rod/Mormar.AR - the sun god of the polar OR.

CONCLUSIONS Volkha: God YARIL - emasculated "to a minimum" idea of ​​the ancient sun god Are ("Polar Sun OR").

SUMMARY OF THE ARTICLE: The tale, as always, has been reworked by the Russian Orthodox Church beyond recognition and is intended to represent CHRIST.Captain of Peace (EKM).