Old Germanic peoples, ancient Romans and biblical Israel. Modern mainstream has raised enough imaginary walls among them, making you think how distant and how different they were. Reality has another story to tell.
Yule or Yuletide (“Yule time”) is a festival observed by the historical Germanic peoples, later undergoing Christianised reformulation resulting in the now better-known Christmastide. The earliest references to Yule are by way of indigenous Germanic month names Ærra Jéola (Before Yule) or Jiuli and Æftera Jéola (After Yule). Scholars have connected the celebration to the Wild Hunt, the god Odin and the pagan Anglo-Saxon Mōdraniht.
Saturnalia was an ancient Roman festival in honour of the deity Saturn, held on 17 December of the Julian calendar and later expanded with festivities through to 23 December.
The Saturnalia reflects the contradictory nature of the deity Saturn himself: “there are joyful and utopian aspects of careless well-being side by side with disquieting elements of threat and danger”.
While the month and date of Jesus’ birth are unknown, by the early-to-mid 4th century, the Western Christian Church had placed Christmas on December 25, a date later adopted in the East, although some churches celebrate on the December 25 of the older Julian calendar, which, in the Gregorian calendar, currently corresponds to January 7, the day after the Western Christian Church celebrates the Epiphany. The date of Christmas may have initially been chosen to correspond with the day exactly nine months after the day on which early Christians believed that Jesus was conceived, or with one or more ancient polytheistic festivals that occurred near southern solstice (i.e., the Roman winter solstice); a further solar connection has been suggested because of a biblical verse[a] identifying Jesus as the “Sun of righteousness”.
Some Scriptural studies, like this quite interesting one, place the date of Jesus’ birth on September the 11th, 3BCE.
What we know for certain is that tonight, on December 22, at 04:48 UTC is the Winter Solstice in the Northern Hemisphere.
What politics will make out of all these essential events centuries from now, we definitely cannot tell. But we may imagine. Have a couple of quotes read from ‘Astarte, the Adventure.’
[…]Scare them with your religions and superstitious doubts and bogus science?
“No. I’ll let you and Kronos, as their ‘natural’ parents, load their minds with history – angelic, daemonic or human, whatever you wish.”
They must know the past or else…
“…They will repeat it. I know.”
Sadly, I cannot teach them about love…
“Love education. Giving without expecting in exchange. Being there for the needy…”
There will be no more needy.
“The poor will always be with us.”
This ‘always’ is about to expire when my twins will begin their mission.
The Saturnian Golden age! No labor, no poverty. Abundance and holiday for all. Party, party!…
“…Good, good! Like in the Zohan movies?”
“The Romans celebrated Saturnalia to remember a lost age of innocence…”
Lost? How can you lose something that never was?
“I don’t understand.”
The Romans celebrated the most ardent wish of Kronos. Not a lost innocence but a project in social engineering. While visiting this planet, between Enoch’s and Noah’s times, Kronos was quarreling with Oranos and Zeus. Each of them had a social plan for humans. Just that none matched with the others’ so they ended up in enemy camps. Involving the humans. Angering the Creator.
“You want to say that there was no age of innocence for the human race, to date?”
This is exactly what I am telling you… Well, Kronos is telling you through my mind, because I was sleeping in my crypt all this time. Wondering where is my clone. Curious about that…
“There was a Garden in Eden, you know…”
A garden is not an age, dear.
“And a flower won’t turn winter into spring… Then those Romans and their December festivals?”
Were holidays of expectation, not remembrance…
“This is what happens when you don’t know how time works: you mourn for the future and hope for the past.”
Seven earthly days to go, my dear Beatrice. Seven days more and I’ll show you what the Romans considered it has been the lost innocence! […]
2170, August 20th in Richatville – My Third Jubilee started with simultaneous celebrations on Earth, Moon, Mercury and Mars. The giant lads – sons of the titans from Project LUNATIX – have traveled to offer me a gangbang, on the house! I accepted: the five blue blooded and the eight red blooded ones. Why discriminate?
Humans, titans and giants have managed to form a functional alliance throughout the Inner Solar System. Saturn the human and his father Kronos the giant can be proud of it.
Saturnalia has turned into a way of life for everyone around: parties, banquets, art making for the sake of art, music for the love of music, gifts and presents for no matter which occasion, sex for pleasure (the numbers are safe now – beyond fourteen billion and growing as humans colonize new planets), love making for the fondness of it, charity for the steriles who have no other choice than to live in the past, haunted by their too perfect bodies.
I wished for Kronos to get out of his hide and join me today, for the inauguration of my Third Jubilee. But he declined. Don’t know why. What “good reasons” are holding him there?, at “the frontier…”
I love him and I wish to make love to him. In response, he consented to watch the gangbang. I was a little disappointed…