Legends and myths of the ancient Slavs - just fairy tales?

Surrounded by the wonders of television, the wireless internet, the wonder of scales that can determine your body's muscle and fat percentage if you stand on them with wet feet, spaceships to Mars and Venus, and other dizzying achievements of Homo sapiens, modern people rarely ask themselves the question - is there Is there any higher power over all this fuss? And is there something that does not lend itself to even complex mathematical calculations, but is known by Intuition and Faith? Is the concept of God a philosophy, a religion, or something real that you can interact with? Legends and myths of the ancient Slavs about the Gods - just fairy tales? And the beautiful Swan Princess is all just fiction?

Are the gods as real as the ground under your feet?

Our ancestors believed that the Gods are as real as the earth under our feet, as the air we breathe, as the sun rolling brightly across the sky, as wind and rain. Everything that surrounds a person is nature created by the Family, it is a harmonious manifestation of the Divine presence.

Judge for yourself - the Earth either sleeps, then wakes up and bears fruit, then falls asleep again - this is Mother Earth Cheese, a generous fat woman, lives her long day, equal in duration to a whole year.

The sun does not stand still, but moves tirelessly from dawn to dusk? This is the red-haired Horse, the God of the Sun Disc, like a zealous groom, performing a daily jog with his fiery Heavenly Horses.

Are the seasons changing? It stands guard, replacing each other, powerful and eternal Kolyada, Yarilo, Kupalo, Avsen.

These were not just legends and fairy tales, the ancient Slavs let their Gods into their lives as relatives.

Can you just ask the gods for help?

Warriors, going to battle, asked for help from the solar gods Khors (God of the Solar Disk), Yarilo (God of Sunlight), Dazhdbog (God of Daylight). “We are the children and grandchildren of Dazhdbog,” the Slavic men claimed.

Battle Slavic magic is a gift from these bright, sunny Gods full of masculine power.

Slavic warriors fought only during the day, and the preparatory ceremony consisted in the fact that the warrior, turning his gaze to the Sun, said: “As I see (name) this day, so let me, Almighty Dazhdbog, see the next one!”

Women turned to their Goddesses - to Makosh, the Goddess of Fate, to Lada, the Patroness of family and marriage, to the Earth Mother of Cheese, the Giver of Fertility, to Lada, the protector of Love and Family.

Everyone living according to the laws of the Family could turn to the Ancestor - the Guardian, Chur. Until now, the expression has been preserved - a talisman: "Chur me!"

Perhaps, in fact, the Gods come, if they still continue to be called? Perhaps the legends and myths of the ancient Slavs are not just fairy tales?

Are the gods easy to meet?

The Slavs believed that Gods often come to the manifest world in animal or bird form.

Yes, yes, we are talking about werewolves. Numerous fantasy horror stories, for the sake of the public, distorted the initial knowledge about these mystical creatures. In "horror" and "cartoons" werewolves act in the form of spies, hired warriors, merciless night monsters. All this is a fascinating lie.

Werewolves occupied an important place in the spiritual life of the Slavs. Bears, wolves, deer and birds - all could turn out to be Gods who descended into this world. Even people could transform, but that's not what we're talking about now.

These animals were worshiped, they were considered the patrons of the family, these secret teachings were passed down from generation to generation, traces of this have survived to this day. Here is a towel with deer, here are painted boxes with birds, here is the skin of a wolf - and all this is still considered powerful amulets.

The very word "turn" meant to acquire a sacred consciousness and become a being endowed with great physical strength and supernatural abilities.

Chur, the guardian ancestor most often appeared in the form of a wolf. The cult of the wolf is still one of the strongest, preserved to our times.

The mighty Veles, the God of Magic, Wisdom and Music, often appeared in the form of a brown bear, Kolyada - in the form of a black or red cat, always with green eyes. Sometimes he appears in the form of a black shaggy dog ​​or a black sheep.

And the summer Kupala often turns into a rooster - not for nothing on all the towels associated with the Kupala holidays - the famous Russian roosters. Lada, the Goddess of the Hearth, can fly to you in the form of a dove or seem like a white swan - in the old songs, Lada turned into a Swa bird.

Svarog, God is a blacksmith, turns into a red horse in Yavi, therefore, on the temple dedicated to the supreme god of the Slavs, there must certainly be an image of a swift horse.

Probably not without reason, in the most archaic northern painting - Mezen, whose roots go back to millennia, the main motifs are a horse and a bird. It is the spouses Svarog and Lada who protect modern people from evils and misfortunes, bring love to the house.

That is how, in the forest or even in the yard, one could meet God - a werewolf, and directly ask him for help.

So did the hero of the northern fairy tale "How Makosh returned the Goryun's share."

Goryunya was completely twirled, he keeps thinking, if someone could help, if he could ask someone. And then one day he went to collect resin. He cut one pine, another, began to fasten the tueski so that the resin would flow into them. Suddenly he sees that a wolf has come out from behind a pine tree and is looking at him very carefully, but the eyes of the wolf are blue, and the skin shimmers with silver.

“Well, it’s Chur himself, the progenitor of the clan,” Goryunya realized and thumped at his feet. “Father Chur, help me, teach me how to get rid of my evil share!”

The wolf looked and looked, then walked around the pine tree and it was no longer a wolf that came out, but such a gray-haired old man, but the eyes were the same, blue and looked attentively.

“I,” he says, “have been watching you for a long time. As soon as your parents died, they went to Nav, your mother, grieving for you orphan, accidentally took your share with her, but when she realized what she had done, she still toils. But only Makosh, the goddess of fate, can help you return your happy share. She has the goddesses Dolya and Nedolya as assistants, only they obey her. You’re a pure guy in your soul, you didn’t get embittered by your bitter lack, she didn’t break you, you strive for happiness, ask Makosh what she decides, it will be so.

“Thank you, Father Chur, for the wise advice,” Goryunya bows.

These are the northern tales about a simple and understandable matter - how to get to know God and ask him for help and support.

So think after that, is there a God, if he easily walks down the street!

Perhaps the Gods did not go anywhere, but simply live side by side, waiting for disbelief to cross all boundaries and the pendulum to swing again?

Irina Ivanova, Editor-in-Chief,  Severnaya Skazka Publishing House ,  Books Animated by the Wisdom of Ancestors. 

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