Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts

Monday, February 20, 2012

Little Light

OOOH PRETTY...

Will-O-the-Wisps, corpse candles/lights, ignis fatuus, corposant, jack-o-lanterns, fetch candles/lights, earth/ghost/witch lights...all these are names for basically the same phenomena, that of floating lights with no discernible source or carrier. However, while there are a multitude of names for this phenomena, there actually tend to be certain trends observable across the different names, and those trends form the meat of our discussion today.


So, what is the general meaning attributed to such phenomena? Well, this seems to fall into two major camps. One is that it's a phenomena that forecasts death at a given location, with the type of death warned of being dependent on the color or number of the lights. Usually the death forecast is that of the viewer or the viewer's loved ones, with small blue lights indicating a child's death, larger white lights for that of an adult, and a number of lights for a mass death, thought there have also been reports of lights in most other imaginable colors. It is important to note that in this particular framework, the lights in and of themselves are not sentient and therefore not inherently moral or malevolent, they are simply an impassive warning of a fate yet to pass. In this manner, while they are indeed unexplained phenomena, many attributed their viewing as a sort of divine intervention that allowed them to say their goodbyes to any affected. Also worth noting is the virtual impossibility of arguing with or avoiding this sort of phenomena (this sort also tend to be called the corpse/fetch candles/lights), as again, they are merely warnings and not direct enablers or participants in the fate of the viewer.

The second main school of thought holds that the lights are ghosts themselves, but the intent of these beings varies from culture to culture...though the general consensus is that it is wise to stay away (in fact, "ignis fatuus" literally means "foolish fire", named such after those who'd chase after it). Basically, the intent of the entities falls into two sub-categories. The first, and most benign -and- rare, is that of "unfinished business". In this case, the ghost is helplessly trying to signal any passerby to a particular area in the hope of them completing whatever task keeps them from crossing over. The most usual occurrence in this camp is that of a death in some far-flung area quite distant from the trappings of society (possibly also involving bringing a murderer to justice, if such a death wasn't accidental), and the entity's need for a proper burial for their remains, and according to some legends, they may possibly even reward the one who helps them by directing them to a treasure afterwards...though getting to the light in the first place can prove quite a challenge, as usually the terrain the first victim died in had to be a requisite level of treacherous to have caused them to die unexpectedly in the first place, so the task is not without risk.

Now for the other, more common sub-category. This sort is particularly malevolent and insidious, with the "nicest" of them causing travelers to become incredibly and hopelessly lost. More often than not, these lights are quite hypnotizing to look upon, overpowering the will of lesser individuals and leading them to their deaths. These entities are reasoned to be sinners that were for whatever reason denied entrance into heaven or hell, and are thus stuck on earth for all eternity, and that the boredom of such a fate has led them to treat us "fleshies" as playthings by tormenting us until such a time passes with which they get bored, at which point they end the "game" and consequently, the victim's life. It is worth noting that while there are supposedly a variety of ways to avoid and repel the spirits of this class, there are no direct ways to fight them.

As far as natural explanations go, these lights are usually reasoned to be fireflies or the ignition of swamp/carrion gas, but their occurrence across cultures with the same relative explanations leads one to wonder if there isn't something more to the tale of the mysterious lights...

 

Friday, January 20, 2012

Faces of Death: Ankou

The Grim Reaper, But A Little Deeper...

Somewhat morbid picture notwithstanding, the Ankou is a truly unusual entity in Brittanic folklore that takes the place of the normal death-incarnate of choice for the West, the Grim Reaper. While there are many different legends surrounding their creation (one of which I'll get into in a bit), there are a couple of standard features which are recognized by all who know of him; first, that while he is referred to as a singular entity, supposedly every parrish has their very own Ankou (supposedly the last dead person for each year must become the Ankou until the next year with it's unfortunate last-deceased). Another unique feature is that he rides in a rickety carriage with four gaunt horses and two ghostly attendants at his side. He is never seen without a scythe and dressed in all black, but unlike the Reaper, has a wide-brimmed hat and coat rather than a hooded robe. Also, contrary to the picture, no one has ever seen his face. The reason for this is that he wears his coat with the collar turned up and the hat set low, making it impossible to see within unless he wants you to. If, by some unlucky chance you should happen to see his face, then truly you're S.O.L., because that means you are dead and he's there to load you into his cart to take you away to the land of the dead.

As to his genesis, it is said that one evening a long time ago, a very cruel prince who loved to hunt for sport spotted an amazing specimen of a stag as well as a lone traveller nearby. Wanting sport, he issued a challenge to the traveller, stating that the first one to the stag would not only be recognized as the greater hunter, but also would be allowed to decide the loser's fate. Upon the gaunt stranger's acceptance, they both gave chase to the stag, who was truly the most difficult prey the prince had ever encountered, running for miles and miles. And try as he might, the prince found himself getting further and further behind, until he finally caught up with the stag...as it laid dead at the feet of the gaunt stranger who stood in front of it. Recognizing his defeat, the prince asked what the stranger would have of him, to which the stranger replied: "oh, you may have the stag...and all the world's dead as well", revealing himself as Death, from which none could escape, and thereby cursing the prince to the fate of becoming his chief hunter.

Anyways, it should go without saying, but if you're ever in Europe and see a rickety old wagon with four sickly horses drawing it and it's being driven by some guy dressed head to toe in old black clothing so that you can't see his face, best to play it safe and get the hell out of there :P