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"Hemp seed I sow,
Hemp seed I mow,
He that will my true love be,
Come rake this hemp seed after me."
-Old folklore charm
Hallows Eve Hemp Charm of Love
On Hallows Eve, all those that are stirring are not out for fright, some even hope that hemp will show their lovers sight...
Dating back to Pegan Rites, a charm can be found to show a persons future marriage partner. The key ingredient in this charm, Hemp...
In the town of Lancashire, an old folk tale tells of a charm to allow women to see their future husband...
At midnight on the night of Hallows Eve, a girl would walk out in a field. With a hand full of hemp seed, they would chant-
"Hemp seed I sow,
Hemp seed I mow,
He (or she) that will my true love be,
Come rake this hemp seed after me."
While chanting this over and over, they would sow hemp seed over their left shoulder. If done correctly, they would see their future husband following them in a vision....
In another old Scottish folk tale, we find a similar story with a bit of spook...
The tale begins with a servant girl 'Nancy' falling in love with the privileged boy 'Lenine'.
Regardless of the parents wishes the two were inseparable...
When Nancy became pregnant, Lenine's father moved him far away...
That's where we pick up the story...
Popular romances of the west of England (The drolls, traditions, and superstitions of old Cornwall) by Robert Hunt - 1865
Hemp seed I mow,
He that will my true love be,
Come rake this hemp seed after me."
-Old folklore charm
Hallows Eve Hemp Charm of Love
On Hallows Eve, all those that are stirring are not out for fright, some even hope that hemp will show their lovers sight...
Dating back to Pegan Rites, a charm can be found to show a persons future marriage partner. The key ingredient in this charm, Hemp...
In the town of Lancashire, an old folk tale tells of a charm to allow women to see their future husband...
At midnight on the night of Hallows Eve, a girl would walk out in a field. With a hand full of hemp seed, they would chant-
"Hemp seed I sow,
Hemp seed I mow,
He (or she) that will my true love be,
Come rake this hemp seed after me."
While chanting this over and over, they would sow hemp seed over their left shoulder. If done correctly, they would see their future husband following them in a vision....
In another old Scottish folk tale, we find a similar story with a bit of spook...
The tale begins with a servant girl 'Nancy' falling in love with the privileged boy 'Lenine'.
Regardless of the parents wishes the two were inseparable...
When Nancy became pregnant, Lenine's father moved him far away...
That's where we pick up the story...
Popular romances of the west of England (The drolls, traditions, and superstitions of old Cornwall) by Robert Hunt - 1865
^ amazing...
I just came across this. Awesome old 60 Minutes feature.
http://www.cbsnews.com/news/60-minutes-first-report-on-marijuana/
I just came across this. Awesome old 60 Minutes feature.
http://www.cbsnews.com/news/60-minutes-first-report-on-marijuana/
WOW, the Lustige Hanffibel is fascinating!! What a found, great! Thanks for sharing.
Really enjoyed that clip Mr. Miner, "making Uncle Sam the Johnny Apple seed of marijuana" classic...
Thanks for sharing
WOW, the Lustige Hanffibel is fascinating!! What a found, great! Thanks for sharing.
Always a pleasure Herman, thought you might like that one
"Snake has no eyes but sings beautifully. Earthworm gives
him his eyes in exchange for snake’s song."
- The Earthworm’s Song (Japanese Folktale)
Japanese women weaving, c.1890
Legend of the Two Hemp Weavers
Earthworms wearing Hemp scarf's...
That's just what one ancient Japanese folktale tells us in the Legend of the Two Hemp Weavers...
A tale retold throughout cultures that is thought to have its origins right here in Japan's hemp tale...
You'll never look at worms the same again...
Worm saleswoman c.1944
Legend of the Two Hemp Weavers
There once lived two hemp weavers. One woman was very slow but wove the finest hemp fabric, while the other woman was very quick while producing coarse hemp cloth of lower quality...
When the market day arrived, the slow woman had not woven enough of her fine cloth to have her own clothes to wear... Having to go to the market naked her husband carried her to market wearing only some white hemp fabric around her neck...
The naked weaver, still confident in her surperior fabric, began to mock the dress of the coarse fabric produced by the fast woman...
The slow weaver in turn, exposed the nakedness of the slow woman, who in shame buried herself in the earth turning into the earthworm...
The Hemp fibers became the worm's white ring...
Marilyn Monroe with white scarf
Hemp: The Clit Commander
Yup, according to this folktale, Hemp is responsible for the 'clit' of the earthworm...
The 'clitellum' of the earthworm is explained below from a article describing the white ring around the earthworm.
Earthworm
The 'Two Hemp Weavers' tale is also told with a frog and the earthworm, known as 'The Earthworm with a Reel around itself'
Frog and earthworm who were sisters tried to weave cloth for their festival dresses.
Frog wove cloth, but earthworm could not finish weaving before the festive day, and she went to the festival with only a thread around her neck.
So, now, earthworm has a white line around its neck.
- The Earthworm with a Reel around Itself (Japanese Folktale)
Alphonse Mucha - with white fabric, Paris, 1902
Combined with another Japanese folk tale, we learn what happens to the fate of the "earthworm" when we are stingy with our cannabis....
The sun (god or Buddha) decides the food for every creature.
Earthworm is given soil for its food. Earthworm asks what he
should eat after he eats all the soil. The sun tells him to expose
himself to the sun and he will then be formed into soil.
- The Earthworm and Soil (Japanese Folktale)
him his eyes in exchange for snake’s song."
- The Earthworm’s Song (Japanese Folktale)
Japanese women weaving, c.1890
Legend of the Two Hemp Weavers
Earthworms wearing Hemp scarf's...
That's just what one ancient Japanese folktale tells us in the Legend of the Two Hemp Weavers...
A tale retold throughout cultures that is thought to have its origins right here in Japan's hemp tale...
You'll never look at worms the same again...
Worm saleswoman c.1944
Legend of the Two Hemp Weavers
There once lived two hemp weavers. One woman was very slow but wove the finest hemp fabric, while the other woman was very quick while producing coarse hemp cloth of lower quality...
When the market day arrived, the slow woman had not woven enough of her fine cloth to have her own clothes to wear... Having to go to the market naked her husband carried her to market wearing only some white hemp fabric around her neck...
The naked weaver, still confident in her surperior fabric, began to mock the dress of the coarse fabric produced by the fast woman...
The slow weaver in turn, exposed the nakedness of the slow woman, who in shame buried herself in the earth turning into the earthworm...
The Hemp fibers became the worm's white ring...
Marilyn Monroe with white scarf
Hemp: The Clit Commander
Yup, according to this folktale, Hemp is responsible for the 'clit' of the earthworm...
The 'clitellum' of the earthworm is explained below from a article describing the white ring around the earthworm.
Earthworm
The 'Two Hemp Weavers' tale is also told with a frog and the earthworm, known as 'The Earthworm with a Reel around itself'
Frog and earthworm who were sisters tried to weave cloth for their festival dresses.
Frog wove cloth, but earthworm could not finish weaving before the festive day, and she went to the festival with only a thread around her neck.
So, now, earthworm has a white line around its neck.
- The Earthworm with a Reel around Itself (Japanese Folktale)
Alphonse Mucha - with white fabric, Paris, 1902
Combined with another Japanese folk tale, we learn what happens to the fate of the "earthworm" when we are stingy with our cannabis....
The sun (god or Buddha) decides the food for every creature.
Earthworm is given soil for its food. Earthworm asks what he
should eat after he eats all the soil. The sun tells him to expose
himself to the sun and he will then be formed into soil.
- The Earthworm and Soil (Japanese Folktale)
With harvest season in full swing and Thanksgiving right around the corner, I thought a old wise song combining the two might hit the right spot...
For one day of turkey there's six days of hash
By Will Hardman c.1885
For one day of turkey there's six days of hash
By Will Hardman c.1885
For one faithful friend there are dozens who sneer, for one happy laugh there is always a tear;
for one rosy cheek there are many cheeks pale, for one who's successful there's hundreds who fail.
For one night of joy there are weeks of regret, and each dollar squander'd we seldom forget;
Tis well then to think when your cutting a dash, for one day of turkey there's six days of hash.
Then don't spend your pennies on nonsense and trash, there's no telling when with misfortune you'll clash.
Go slow, or you'll find when your all out of cash, for one day of turkey there's six days of hash.
For one wealthy girl there are dozen's that's poor, and all that they own is a mind good and pure;
For one gentle dog there are dozen's that bite, and oft when the sunshine's a a cloud is in sight.
Whenever you see a good friend acting wild, this warning to him whisper softly and mild;
Remember, old boy, while you're spending so rash, for one day of turkey there's six days of hash.
When out at the elbows, and all gone to smash, and down the side streets from old faces you dash.
You'll hear the wind mourn while it cuts like a lash, for one day of turkey there's six days of hash.
Quite often these words you will hear on the street, there goes a poor fellow it pains me to meet;
He once was the pride and the talk of the town, but thro' his own folly today he is down.
When up in some attic you sigh for a meal, and folks point you out as a shabby genteel;
The truth of this song o'er your memory will flash, for one day of turkey there's six days of hash.
Then don't spend your pennies on nonsense and trash, there's no telling when with misfortune you'll clash.
Go slow, or you'll find when your all out of cash, for one day of turkey there's six days of hash.
Happy harvest and hashing everyone!
For one day of turkey there's six days of hash
By Will Hardman c.1885
For one day of turkey there's six days of hash
By Will Hardman c.1885
For one faithful friend there are dozens who sneer, for one happy laugh there is always a tear;
for one rosy cheek there are many cheeks pale, for one who's successful there's hundreds who fail.
For one night of joy there are weeks of regret, and each dollar squander'd we seldom forget;
Tis well then to think when your cutting a dash, for one day of turkey there's six days of hash.
Then don't spend your pennies on nonsense and trash, there's no telling when with misfortune you'll clash.
Go slow, or you'll find when your all out of cash, for one day of turkey there's six days of hash.
For one wealthy girl there are dozen's that's poor, and all that they own is a mind good and pure;
For one gentle dog there are dozen's that bite, and oft when the sunshine's a a cloud is in sight.
Whenever you see a good friend acting wild, this warning to him whisper softly and mild;
Remember, old boy, while you're spending so rash, for one day of turkey there's six days of hash.
When out at the elbows, and all gone to smash, and down the side streets from old faces you dash.
You'll hear the wind mourn while it cuts like a lash, for one day of turkey there's six days of hash.
Quite often these words you will hear on the street, there goes a poor fellow it pains me to meet;
He once was the pride and the talk of the town, but thro' his own folly today he is down.
When up in some attic you sigh for a meal, and folks point you out as a shabby genteel;
The truth of this song o'er your memory will flash, for one day of turkey there's six days of hash.
Then don't spend your pennies on nonsense and trash, there's no telling when with misfortune you'll clash.
Go slow, or you'll find when your all out of cash, for one day of turkey there's six days of hash.
Happy harvest and hashing everyone!
In a hole in the wall bar on the west coast of South Africa, a man is found with a poem inked in flesh... 'The Roker's Song'
The Roker’s Song
A Roker Boy came here one night
and found his house without a light
He struck a match to go to bed
when a sudden thought came into his head
He went into his daughter’s room
and found her hanging from a beam
He took his knife and cut her down
and on her breast these words he found
My love was for a Roker Boy
who smoked his dagga just for joy
So dig my grave and dig it deep
and plant some dagga at my feet
And on my breast a turtle dove
to show the world I died for love
Now all young Sheilas bear in mind
a Roker’s love is hard to find
If you find one good and true
never change it for a new
"The Fifth of November is Guy Fawkes' Day in England. In peacetime it is celebrated with bonfires on the greens, fireworks in the parks and the carrying of "guys" through the streets. "Guys" are stuffed, straw figures of unpopular persons; and after they have been shown to everybody they are burnt in the bonfires amid great acclamation.
The children black their faces and put on comical clothes, and go about begging for a Penny for the Guy. Only the very meanest people refuse to give pennies and these are always visited by Extreme Bad Luck.
The Original Guy Fawkes was one of the men who took part in the Gunpowder Plot. This was a conspiracy for blowing up King James I and the Houses of Parliament on November 5th, 1605. The plot was discovered, however, before any damage was done. The only result was that King James and his Parliament went on living but Guy Fawkes, poor man, did not.
He was executed with the other conspirators. Nevertheless, it is Guy Fawkes who is remembered today and King James who is forgotten. For since that time, the Fifth of November in England, like the Fourth of July in America, has been devoted to Fireworks.
From 1605 till 1939 every village green in the shires had a bonfire on Guy Fawkes' Day.… Since 1939, however, there have been no bonfires on the village greens. No fireworks gleam in the blackened parks and the streets are dark and silent. But this darkness will not last forever.
There will some day come a Fifth of November — or another date, it doesn't matter — when fires will burn in a chain of brightness from Land's End to John O' Groats. The children will dance and leap about them as they did in the times before. They will take each other by the hand and watch the rockets breaking, and afterwards they will go home singing to the houses full of light..."
-P. L. Travers, in an introductory note to Mary Poppins Opens the Door (1943)
Beltane Festival Dancers
The Bonfire of the Leper's
Remember Remember the fifth of November, but our story today isn't about some Fawking Guy trying to blow up the king. No. Our story is much much older with humanities roots into the neolithic...
The Celtic Pagan history survives only in the folktales of the Leper's...
Bonfire Night
For centuries Leper's have been caste from society, barred to the outlaw land in between civilization...
In this ancient baron land, old traditions have been passed down from times before humanities grasp. Outlaw professions such as blacksmiths and rope makers occupied these lands between rules, pushed from society for safety of the town's.
These were the only jobs available to the Leper's roaming away from towns. With the oral teachings of these ancient professions, folktales as old as time also survived. And in some cases, practiced...
Samhain is a ancient Pagan festival marking the end of Harvest season, roughly celebrated between October 31- November 5. Like many ancient celebrations, this one revolved around the almighty power of the bonfire.
Like Samhain, Carnival also has its roots in Pagan Rites. Samhain marking the end of the season, Carnival marking the birth. Here with the Leper's celebrating 'Carnival' we find our forgotten hemp history...
Midsummer Night's Fire Ritual for Litha
The Hut of the Leper's
The bonfire burned during Carnival is called 'a border fire' or 'cabin fire', its the leper's folktales from France that give us a reason...
Why would a bonfire be described as 'cabin' or at its latin roots hollow? Historian Claude Gaignebet fills in the pieces...
"The bonfire was originally constructed in the form of a cabin, with scrape pieces of Hemp, and built over a hole dug in the ground. Such underground sites are fairly common. Most often they are bottle shaped. A bench on the bottom allowd one to sit down.
Once the Leper's or member's of the initiatory brotherhoods of carnival had descended into these holes, the fire would be lit above them. The fumes of the Hemp to which they were subjected would allow them to travel into the beyond."
'the mound in the dark grove' - Bryn Celli Ddu, prehistoric site on the Welsh island of Anglesey
In the Hemp smoke filled chamber, the Leper's or the 'member's of the initiatory brotherhoods of carnival' would dawn elaborate masks (for the leper's hiding their condition).
"masked lepers run out from their hemp cabins, the world is turned on its head and the liberating laughter of the carnival rules supreme"
So lets be clear whats going on here... Our Neolithic Pagan ancestors built underground chambers/rooms, built bonfire's of Hemp on top of the structure and with a hole going down into the chamber, clam baked the room...
Wow...
History, its bound to repeat itself...
The children black their faces and put on comical clothes, and go about begging for a Penny for the Guy. Only the very meanest people refuse to give pennies and these are always visited by Extreme Bad Luck.
The Original Guy Fawkes was one of the men who took part in the Gunpowder Plot. This was a conspiracy for blowing up King James I and the Houses of Parliament on November 5th, 1605. The plot was discovered, however, before any damage was done. The only result was that King James and his Parliament went on living but Guy Fawkes, poor man, did not.
He was executed with the other conspirators. Nevertheless, it is Guy Fawkes who is remembered today and King James who is forgotten. For since that time, the Fifth of November in England, like the Fourth of July in America, has been devoted to Fireworks.
From 1605 till 1939 every village green in the shires had a bonfire on Guy Fawkes' Day.… Since 1939, however, there have been no bonfires on the village greens. No fireworks gleam in the blackened parks and the streets are dark and silent. But this darkness will not last forever.
There will some day come a Fifth of November — or another date, it doesn't matter — when fires will burn in a chain of brightness from Land's End to John O' Groats. The children will dance and leap about them as they did in the times before. They will take each other by the hand and watch the rockets breaking, and afterwards they will go home singing to the houses full of light..."
-P. L. Travers, in an introductory note to Mary Poppins Opens the Door (1943)
Beltane Festival Dancers
The Bonfire of the Leper's
Remember Remember the fifth of November, but our story today isn't about some Fawking Guy trying to blow up the king. No. Our story is much much older with humanities roots into the neolithic...
The Celtic Pagan history survives only in the folktales of the Leper's...
Bonfire Night
For centuries Leper's have been caste from society, barred to the outlaw land in between civilization...
In this ancient baron land, old traditions have been passed down from times before humanities grasp. Outlaw professions such as blacksmiths and rope makers occupied these lands between rules, pushed from society for safety of the town's.
These were the only jobs available to the Leper's roaming away from towns. With the oral teachings of these ancient professions, folktales as old as time also survived. And in some cases, practiced...
Samhain is a ancient Pagan festival marking the end of Harvest season, roughly celebrated between October 31- November 5. Like many ancient celebrations, this one revolved around the almighty power of the bonfire.
Like Samhain, Carnival also has its roots in Pagan Rites. Samhain marking the end of the season, Carnival marking the birth. Here with the Leper's celebrating 'Carnival' we find our forgotten hemp history...
Midsummer Night's Fire Ritual for Litha
The Hut of the Leper's
The bonfire burned during Carnival is called 'a border fire' or 'cabin fire', its the leper's folktales from France that give us a reason...
Why would a bonfire be described as 'cabin' or at its latin roots hollow? Historian Claude Gaignebet fills in the pieces...
"The bonfire was originally constructed in the form of a cabin, with scrape pieces of Hemp, and built over a hole dug in the ground. Such underground sites are fairly common. Most often they are bottle shaped. A bench on the bottom allowd one to sit down.
Once the Leper's or member's of the initiatory brotherhoods of carnival had descended into these holes, the fire would be lit above them. The fumes of the Hemp to which they were subjected would allow them to travel into the beyond."
'the mound in the dark grove' - Bryn Celli Ddu, prehistoric site on the Welsh island of Anglesey
In the Hemp smoke filled chamber, the Leper's or the 'member's of the initiatory brotherhoods of carnival' would dawn elaborate masks (for the leper's hiding their condition).
"masked lepers run out from their hemp cabins, the world is turned on its head and the liberating laughter of the carnival rules supreme"
So lets be clear whats going on here... Our Neolithic Pagan ancestors built underground chambers/rooms, built bonfire's of Hemp on top of the structure and with a hole going down into the chamber, clam baked the room...
Wow...
History, its bound to repeat itself...
