Lady of the Wild re: GD 493

From: Julian Lord (
Date: Sun 26 Mar 2000 - 18:29:21 EEST

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Excellent Lady of the Wild stuff from Madam X.

Loved it so much, that I went and 'got' John Hughes' post
in GD 446 from majordomo.

Also excellent !

Can anyone tell me which GD Darvall's original post
originally appeared in BTW ?

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I'll make a few comments on both posts,
'cos the LotW is a goddess that I'm curious about.

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> >>I wrote this stuff in order to give my hunter's a more wilderness centred
> >>approach to their lives.

Good. But the hunter, like a shaman, is part of two worlds.

The few devotees of the LotW enter into the wilderness and forsake
the society of men, and their own humanity. Completely.

They become Beasts.

> >Our experiences help to ground it of course. Talk all you like about
> >surrendering to mystical oneness and the nobility of solitude,

I don't know about oneness.
When I hiked, I felt a sense of tranquility.
An easy emptiness.

A forgetfulness.

> >but also remember the cold and damp that gets in your bones and just
> >won't go away, the insect bites, the way it *feels* to sleep on the ground,

If you do it for long enough; the cold and damp go away, the insects
biting you, and you learn where and how to sleep (and it feels better
a feather bed, unless it rains too hard ... ).

> >Did I mention the way your companions all start to smell? And the longing
> >for decent toilet paper?
> This is very much where I'm coming from. Although after 4 weeks you
> can't smell your companions. Other people are a different matter.

When I hiked for eight weeks, I found that the smell of the city left
and since then, I've never quite been able to ignore it as I used to.
Hell, I feel like I'm permanently choking.

In the wilderness you start to prefer natural smells to civilised
Also, your sense of smell improves.
No, I could *definitely* smell my companions !!

> >I stumbled a little over the proper name 'Tara' for the Lady of the Wild,
> I tend to ignore the RW origion of names in G.

But that *isn't* her only name.

She only even *has* a name in non-Odaylan / non-LotW myths, anyway.
(cottars attempting to civilise her) (and failing)

She doesn't have a singular representation, or a single name, even
among the Heortlings. From a strictly theistic POV, she isn't a
but a certain kind of mythic figure that is centered around a
loosely remembered quasi-Hsunchen All-/Animal- Mother.

The God Learners never *quite* managed to fit the LotW
into their neat little schemes. She can't be tied down.

Some of the Heortlings call her Kero Fin, if you don't like 'Tara'.

> >> As mother /protector/
> >>hunter of all wild creatures she both provides the hunters' prey & preys
> >>apon them. The act of hunting brings a mortal into her domain more surely
> >>than any other.
> >So cult membership is part active worship and part surrender to a reality
> >too big to be ordered or controlled. And part cold opportunism.

> Bloody ay.


Remember that old thing about 1 in 100 animals being endowed
with intelleigence ? I believe that most of the LotW's devotees
will be intelligent wild beasts. Probably the carniverous ones.

> >> Unlike the various domestic activities, herding, berrying
> >>etc, hunting is always part spirit quest & so hunters attract more of her
> >>attention. The various rituals involved with hunting are as often as not
> >>aimed at Tara with her son interceding on the part of the hunters.

You obviously refer to Odayla, but I gather that Orlanth is the son of
Umath and the LotW, according to some myths (obviously not
Heortling ones). Is Orlanth ever a Hunter god in your opinion ?
(Umath obviously was)

> >>Any meeting with Tara is a mystical
> >>event, although Taran mystics have low life expectancies.

I don't think that they are Mystics keyword-wise.

But : am I wrong ? I could definitely see a case for them having
powers similar to those of physical mysticism. But maybe not. Hmmmm
- -..

Julian Lord

> > ... a flying arrow, a crashing wave, night old ice,
> >a coiled snake, a bride's bed talk, a broken sword,
> >the play of bears, a king's son.
> From quiet homes & first beginnings
> Out to the undiscovered ends
> There's nothing worth the wear of winning
> But laughter & the love of friends.

If, evil one, you have come
from a forest demon's lair
    from hideouts of pine
    from lodges of fir
that is where I banish you-
to the forest demon's lair
    the lodges of fir
    the hideouts of pine
    that you may stay there


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