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Monday, October 10, 2022

Tusheti: Wild and remote region of Europe

CNN News via KVIA, Oct. 10, 2022; Amber Larson, Pat Macpherson (eds.), Wisdom Quarterly
Tusheti: A wild and remote region on the edge of Europe
A tiny wooden hut with smoke sprouting from its chimney sits at the base of a windswept hill dotted with lambs. Inside is a large iron cauldron, scuffed from centuries of use and smothered in flames.

As its interior bubbles, mountain barley and wild hops [full of estrogenic compounds] are married together to create a delightfully sweet, sour, and cloudy brew known as aludi.

Gathered around the cauldron is a group of [witchy] men who’ve stood in this very hut every year on this very day for as long as they can remember. At the helm of it all is one specially elected shulta who oversees the sacred process. Brewing aludi ale together is part of their unofficial [drunken] brotherhood and a hallowed preparation for the coming [spooky] festival.
Pagan traditions
Soon this special brew will be used to mark the start of Atnigenoba, a two-week long festival in the northeastern Georgian region of Tusheti that’s filled with paganistic ram sacrifices, shrine worship, folk dancing, and fiercely competitive horse racing.

Tucked away deep in the mountains dividing Georgia from its Chechen and Dagestani neighbors, Tusheti is accessed only by a long, narrow gravel road that climbs 10,000 feet above the gorges below.

It’s a wild, untamed treasure hidden on the frontier of Europe.

Pummeled with heavy snow throughout long winters, the tourist season is brief, with the region only accessible about 4-5 months of the year, but it's a paradise for hikers looking to chart new territory.

Tusheti is characterized by its breathtaking landscape and lasting folk traditions, particularly in the way of art. Its strong history of shepherding means wool textiles reign supreme, especially cozy knitted house booties and elaborate carpets in bold geometric patterns.

Come October, only a handful of locals remain in Tusheti. Braced for a long and harsh winter, they’ll be entirely cut off from the outside world, completely marooned in the wilderness.

Irakli Khvedaguridze is the only licensed doctor in the region who, at 80 years old, relies solely on his wits, his horse, and a trusty pair of homemade skis to service medical needs all year round.

Medieval treasure trove
The village of Dartlo, Tusheti, Georgia (Courtesy Melanie Hamilton, CNN)
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It’s not just the locals who make a mass-exodus every fall, either. Long before the road to Tusheti was built in the 1980s, the only way in or out was on foot or horseback — a reality local shepherds have known for ages.

As winter looms, flocks of tens of thousands of sheep led by lowland-bound shepherds begin their journey south where they will graze over sunny plains through the colder months. And by the first thaw of spring, they’ll begin the annual odyssey back to their homeland.

Shepherding is not only a primary source of income for Tushetian men, it’s also a means for connection to their land and heritage. As more and more Tushetians trade the peaceful yet primitive mountain lifestyle for more modern opportunities in Georgia’s capital city Tbilisi and beyond, traditional trades like shepherding have become a point of pride.

At the heart of the region is Omalo. Crowned by the Keselo Fortress and spread across meadows dotted with horses, quaint guest houses, and the occasional screeching rooster, Omalo is the designated gateway to Tusheti.

It’s also here that many wilderness-starved hikers set off to complete one of Georgia’s most famous multi-day treks: Omalo to Shatili, a fortified medieval village deep in the Arghuni Gorge. The five-day trek connects Tusheti with neighboring Khevsureti, another isolated highland region and medieval treasure trove, via an old shepherd’s path.

Spilling out of the Pirikiti Valley onto the banks of the Alazani River, is Dartlo. Not far from Omalo, this slow and sleepy ancient hamlet is characterized by its defense towers and perfectly stacked stone houses.

On the outskirts of the village, sits a shell of church ruins with shrubs bursting from its sandstone, its cream colored facade returning to the nature from which it came.

In a small clearing behind the ruins is a peculiar-looking set of stones. Arranged in a half circle of 12, with an additional two in the center, what looks like a micro version of Scotland’s prehistoric Ring of Brodgar is actually a 15th-century courthouse.

This traditional court, known as Sabtcheo, was where accused criminals would be tried — their sentences often banishing them from the village, exiled to the Tusheti wilderness....

Few churches, many shrines
Situated on rolling green pastures with lazily grazing herds of cattle and humble homes with ornate wooden balconies, is Shenako.

Towering over the tiny village is St. George’s Church, a detail that would be easily overlooked in the lowlands, but not in Tusheti. In a region where stone shrines outnumber churches by the hundred, St. George’s feels like a rare relic.

Reached from Shenako by a winding dirt road or an overgrown footpath through the dense woods spread over a mountain or two, is Diklo. Just a couple of peaks from the Russian region of Dagestan, the village’s hilltop ruins overlook the handful of shrines, lone shepherd huts and houses peppered across the landscape.

The very last house has a chipper, rosy-cheeked woman locally known as Masho Bebo ("Grandma Masho") setting out fresh morsels of cheese to age on the rafters of her balcony.

Dancing in the wind is a collection of colorful wool socks, hand knitted by Masho Bebo as keepsakes for tired hikers passing through the village.

Tushetian traditions and culture have been shaped by its extreme isolation and ancient superstitions. Arguably, nothing is more representative of Tushetian culture than the countless khati (stone shrines) and salotsavi ("sacred spaces" or "sanctuaries") strewn across its landscape.

Carefully laid stone piles adorned with animal skulls and long, curled, bovine horns can be found just about everywhere. Some allow women, many do not, but all are revered for the deity they symbolize.

We're Black icons in the Orthodox Church
Tusheti toes the line between Orthodox Christian and local pagan traditions with a pronounced emphasis on the departed. Near the end of August each year is Mariamoba ["Saint Mary's Day"] — a holiday dedicated to both Saint Mary and deceased loved ones. It’s a time to set the table for those no longer here, both in the recent and distant past.

A few months later in December, those brave enough to stick around will gather to celebrate Mzebudoba, the solstice and precious winter stillness that will guide them into a fertile spring.

Warmed only by their fiery hearths and crackling wood fire ovens, women across Tusheti prepare ritual cakes and breads such as kada and machkati that will serve as offerings to a medley of old gods, orthodox saints, and departed ancestors.

A single dish of khatvisi (a traditional shepherd’s dish of boiled curd and butter), coupled with a chalice of aludi, a few machkati, and a lit candle must be placed in the window that receives the sun’s first rays.

Goblins and devils
Dia de Los Muertos (Day of the Dead) is cool
While often forgotten, Kdini in January is when goblins and devils wreak havoc. Not unlike Halloween and Mexico's the Day of the Dead, Kdini is a time when the veil between worlds is thinned.

But instead of carving jack-o-lanterns or creating colorful offerings, some locals take to the woods for sminaoba where they’ll eagerly listen for any familiar voices attempting to contact them from beyond. More
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Tuesday, August 23, 2022

Americans fear bad gov't more than ghosts

Anna P. Kambhampaty, The New York Times, Oct. 28, 2021; Eds., Wisdom Quarterly
“The Haunted Lane” (L.M. Melander and Brothers, mid to late 19th century (PhotoQuest/Getty)
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Many Americans believe in ghosts. Do you?
Belief in paranormal phenomena may be a way of grappling with the unknown.

There are a number of different ways to quantify belief among Americans in so-called paranormal phenomena. One way is to ask a selection of people representative of the population if they believe in ghosts. In a 2019 IPSOS poll, 46 percent of respondents said they did.

Another is to ask what they fear. In 2019, according to the Chapman University Survey of American Fears, about 9 percent of 1,035 adults surveyed said they feared ghosts, and the same amount said they feared zombies; many more people said they were afraid of government corruption, the coronavirus or widespread civil unrest.

The last time Gallup surveyed people about ghosts, in 2005, 32 percent of respondents said they believed in “ghosts or that spirits of dead people can come back in certain places and situations.” When Gallup asked the same question in 1990, the result was 25 percent.

Such beliefs have pervaded American culture and media for centuries. But some researchers are now studying whether their rise may be tied, in part, to the rise over the last few decades of Americans claiming no religious preference.

“People are looking to other things or nontraditional things to answer life’s big questions that don’t necessarily include religion,” said Thomas Mowen, a sociologist at Bowling Green State University.

For a continuing study on religion and paranormal belief, for example, Mr. Mowen said he is finding that “atheists tend to report higher belief in the paranormal than religious folk.”

‘This Supernatural Interest’
They're in here. Beware.
Last year, the share of Americans who belong to religious congregations fell below 50 percent for the first time in more than 80 years, according to a Gallup poll released in March. And the percent of people claiming no religion nearly tripled from 1978 to 2018, according to the General Social Survey.

Still, even as religious frameworks for thinking about the meaning of life and death have become less popular in the United States, the big existential questions inevitably remain.

The General Social Survey found that as religious affiliation declined over four decades, belief in the afterlife remained relatively steady: In 1978, about 70 percent of those surveyed believed in the afterlife, and about 74 percent reported the same in 2018.

As Joseph Baker, the co-author of the book “American Secularism: Cultural Contours of Nonreligious Belief Systems,” put it: “People are outside of organized religions, but they still have this supernatural interest.” More

Monday, December 19, 2016

Xmas special: Santa Claus? "Satan Claws"

Dhr. Seven, Ashley Wells, Amber Larson, Pat Macpherson, Wisdom Quarterly
Christians agree: This is not the way Christmas was meant to be, even the Pagan version.
Kids write to Santa greedily asking for things, but Krampus and businesses get the mail.

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Long ago I had to wonder where we got the name "Santa." Shuffle two letters and suddenly it's "Satan." Claus has a clause is to get his Claws into all of us, like some ambulance chaser running down business.

Not that anyone would do this. Who would do this? Just a coincidence, I'm sure, because, well, just look at him: white man in a red suit with minions known as elves, hobgoblins, little demon slaves who do his bidding.

And where's Mrs. Kringle? Hollywood's backstory for her indicates she's just a kindly yenta, a real babooshka, under the weight of fat man Claus. Just ask Burgermeister Meisterburger.

Evil spirit (yakkha) Krampus is here to beat and punish kids with his sidekick Black Pete.
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Okay so imagine you wanted a holiday, one uplifting in nature celebrating, say, the figure of the social imagination's goodness. What better way to do that than crass commercialism, mass consumerism, greed, pettiness, conspicuous consumption, clinging, grasping, clutching...clawing?

Ho, ho, ho, Merry Xmas, children! Where's my goddam milk and cookies? They're supposed to be here on a plate next to the gift tree! This whole Xmas business began as a 'shroom fest anyway. Scandinavian shamans and psychedelic mushroom distributors, Krampus customs, Christian bitterness throughout Europe, it's not been easy suffering the cold. It was only a matter of time before the demons got their way.

  • Feeling Scrooged? Free at the Parson's Nose annual celebration of the English language to revel in Dickens' words, the delicious description of Victorian London most of us skimmed in high school but can now enjoy over a cup of cocoa.