Oggi camminava nei boschi e improvvisamente si guardò intorno e vide queste cose che mi fissavano da una mezza dozzina di alberi diversi. Poi ho capito che ero solo. Il modo in cui mi sono messo a piedi fuori da lì …
Cosa sono questi? Sono una cosa normale da trovare nella foresta qui o questa è la parte del film horror in cui ho pubblicato i demoni e maledetto il quartiere?
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di orinoco_glow
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Boy/Girl scouts or similar aged school project, playing around in nature while learning – or summer camp.
Yes 👍
What you have seen here a leftovers from a summoning-ritual for Nissebanden. An leftover from ancient religions performed simultaneously in Holme-olstrup, Greenland and Sankt-Croix at half-Christmas (the 24th of June) to ensure a proper arrival of julemanden.
I looove it
Oh yeah, that’s a pretty common practice to hang effigies like this in Denmark, we do this because of an old ritual called Skovskiderpagten. You actually stumbled into something *very* old. Pre-Christian, proto-Nordic type stuff. The kind of thing local historians won’t talk about unless you catch them drunk at midsummer.
So here’s the short version (and you’re not gonna like it): the effigies are spirit locks. They’re meant to keep malevolent spirits, called *Skovskidere*, trapped in a patch of forest. These spirits aren’t just ghosts, no, they’re the spiritual remains of mostly criminals and murderers and people who died with vengeance in their hearts or broke sacred oaths. Too bad for them, since they won’t get into Hel or Valhalla, so they just sort of… hover. They linger in trees. In bark. In dead wood. And they’re hungry for bodies.
The only way ancient pagan shamans could keep these *skovskidere* contained was by carving these little wooden effigies, defaced as if mocking them and binding them to six different trees, spaced in a ring. The ring traps the spirits inside. The rule is simple: as long as no one looks directly at the effigies, the spirits stay bound.
But, and this is where your situation gets a little spicy, once someone sees the effigies, *really sees them*, the ritual starts to unravel. The spirits become aware of the person who saw them. One effigy? You get followed. Two or more? You’re considered the new container. You are basically predestined to become a *skovskider* yourself.
People used to avoid these areas religiously. There are even old rhymes meant to warn children:
*”Kig bort, kig væk, før skovskideren ser dig,*
*Kig bort, kig væk, før skovskideren bli’r dig”*
So yeah, totally normal thing to find in a forest. We just don’t talk about it much. Because talking about it makes you *think* about it. And thinking leads to curious young minds potentially goign to look for them. And seeing leads to… well, I guess you’ll see.
If you start dreaming of trees growing through your bedroom floor or find little wooden figures in your laundry, maybe post again. That’ll mean *skovskideren* is getting impatient.
Good luck, man. Maybe next time just go to the beach.
People are making fun in here.
Now. *Actual* pagan rituals takes place all the time. The thing is, that they’re really good at cleaning after themselves.
They are mostly active around full moons, equinoxes, solstices —stuff like that.
Rold Forrest is a good place for some good old fashioned pagan ritualizing. The last famous witch from Rold died in 2021. But …. Yeah.