Perun: God of Thunder and the Overworld

One God to Rule Them All?

In Slavic mythology, there are a variety of gods who are often defined as the “supreme god” in an attempt to shoehorn Slavic polytheism into the Christian monotheistic hierarchy. Each of the slavic tribal lands had their own favorite supreme God—from Perun, to Triglav, to Rod, to Svarog. 

One of the favorite Supreme Gods was Perun, God of Thunder.

Perun, Slavic god of thunder, war, and the sky

Perun: God of Thunder and War

Perun was the god of thunder, of the sky, and of the overworld. He was a towering figure, embodying the roaring power of thunder and the fierce flash of lightning.

Perun was also the god of warriors and of war. He is often depicted wearing armor and preparing to go to war. Warriors would pray to him for protection.

Perun’s presence is felt in the rumbling of storm clouds and the strike of lightning that splits the sky.

Perun, god of lightning and thunder

Guardian of Order and Justice

One of Perun’s jobs was to maintain order in the cosmos, wielding authority over the earth, sky, and rain.

In the Creation by Diving myth, Veles needed Perun’s help to create land because Perun had the ability to bring order and structure to chaos.

Perun, god of order

Symbolism and Worship

The oak tree, revered for its strength and endurance, is sacred to Perun, symbolizing his connection to the World Tree and to the natural world.

While the Slavs did not necessarily build temples, they would gather beneath the canopy of ancient oaks, where they sought favor with the ancestors and with the gods through offerings, song, and rituals.

Perun’s weapon, the mighty ax or hammer, symbolized his warrior aspect, and his ability to bring justice and order to those beneath him, striking down chaos and evil with the force of thunderbolts.

Perun is also symbolized by the element of fire, which often accompanies lightning and thunder. He also favored the iris flower.

Perun’s favorite animal was the eagle, and he would often take this form as he flew through the clouds. It was also said that he had a giant eagle as his familiar.

Perun is often depicted as an eagle, perched in the crown of the world tree.

Perun, god of the sky

The Eternal Conflict

Perun is often depicted in a perpetual struggle against Veles, god of the underworld, waters, and trickery. The conflict represents the enternal battle between sky and earth, order and chaos, mirroring the natural cycle of storms that nourish the earth and then recede.

In artistic depictions of this conflict, Perun often takes the form of a giant eagle, while Veles takes the form of a dragon, or giant serpent. In this way, this is conflict is the Slavic equivalent of the the Christian struggle of St. George and the dragon.

Perun, god of warriors

Perun’s Family

In the beginning of the creation story, Perun is depicted as having been one of the consorts of the earth goddess Mokosh, who gave birth to two children, Jarilo and Marzanna. The Great Battle was sparked by Perun’s jealousy over realizing Mokosh had also been seeing Veles (Perun’s chief enemy) as her other consort.

Despite this, Perun claimed both Jarilo and Marzanna as his own children, and he made them welcome in the overworld. Jarilo, he treated as his golden child. Marzanna, as a beloved daughter.

Perun’s wife was the warrior rain goddess Dodola. She was sometimes called Perperuna or Perunitsa or Perunka, signifying her relationship with Perun. Theirs was a much more harmonious partnership than the one between Perun and Mokosh had been. Slavic peoples would sing songs and do rain dances to honor and worship both Dodola and Perun in hopes that they would bring rain to their crops during times of drought.

Perun and Dodola, goddess of rain

Unlike the gods of the Greek and Egyptian pantheon, who are all blood relatives to each other, the other main gods and goddesses in the Slavic pantheon all emerged at different times from the chaos of the cosmic egg, to represent different ideas or aspects of the natural world.

Svarog emerged to represent fire. Rod emerged to represent family relations. Veles emerged to represent water and the underworld. Mokosh emerged to represent the Earth.

Some of the gods had offspring of their own, but the main Slavic gods are not blood kin to each other the way the Greek and Egyptian gods were.

Perun in the Modern World

Although the ancient Slavic religions have long since blended into other traditions and beliefs, the figure of Perun continues to inspire cultural and literary works, symbolizing the enduring power of nature an the human spirit’s quest for justice and order.

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A Celestial Birthday: The 2024 Great American Eclipse

This year’s vacation was truly a journey under the stars. As a family, we ventured from the San Francisco Bay Area to Uvalde, Texas, to witness the Great American Eclipse at the Neuces River RV Resort—a magical experience that coincided with my birthday on April 8th!

We had been lucky enough to see the previous total eclipse in 2017 in Oregon, but our son was a bit too young to remember that one. He will definitely remember this one!

Unsplash, Taylor Smith

This year, despite the partly cloudy skies, we had a wonderful view of the eclipse. Just as totality approached, the clouds parted, revealing the mesmerizing sight of a “double-diamond” eclipse—a rare phenomenon where sunlight sparkles through lunar valleys.

Photo by Ian Parker on Unsplash

The world around us plunged into twilight; the temperature dropped, and the crowd erupted into cheers and wolf-howls. For nearly four magical minutes, we were enveloped in darkness, witnessing what felt like a cosmic miracle.

Celebrating my birthday under such circumstances was extraordinary. I joked with my husband that he was the ultimate romantic for having brought me both the sun and the moon on my birthday. But this family trip together was truly a gift beyond compare.

Happy 39th Birthday to me!

The rest of our journey was a lot of fun, even though it involved many days of intense driving. In two weeks we drove for more than 60 hours and covered more than 3,800 miles in the car. Our route took us down to Morro Bay, where we got to see a SpaceX rocket launch. From there, we went east to spend a couple days at the Grand Canyon, then to Texas. On our return trip, we visited Pismo Beach.

When I was a kid, my family did a lot of road trips, and one of the highlights of long car rides for me is getting to listen to audiobooks. It was really fun to get to share that joy with my husband and son.

Together, we delved into Bill Bryson’s A Short History of Nearly Everything, which is a humorous non-fiction book about science. Our family loves science and we love humor, so this was a perfect fit for us. It was the perfect book to listen to while contemplating the geological history of the desert of the American Southwest, and the miracle of cosmic bodies migrating across the heavens. Bill Bryson does such a good job capturing the human stories behind scientific discoveries.

My husband and I also enjoyed listening to several of Tony Hillerman’s Leaphorn & Chee novels as we drove across the desert. This was the perfect set of books to listen to, as we drove past many of the landmarks mentioned in the books. We listened to The Blessing Way, Dance Hall of the Dead and People of Darkness. Hillerman’s books are more than just mysteries; they paint vivid pictures of the Navajo Nation and the Southwestern landscape. His writing brings to life the region’s magic and nature, enhancing our journey with stories as compelling as the landscapes themselves.

Reflecting on this trip, it’s the shared experiences and discoveries that stand out—the cosmic dance of an eclipse, the stories of land and sky, and the laughter and wonder our family shared. Each mile brought us closer in ways that only a cross-country road trip could.

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Book Review: The Storyteller by Jodi Picoult

Jodi Picoult’s The Storyteller weaves a complex tapestry of narratives that delve into the depths of human guilt, redemption, and the enduring impact of historical atrocities on personal identities and familial legacies. Through the intertwining lives of Sage Singer, a baker grappling with the loss of her mother, Josef Weber, an elderly man with a dark secret, and Malinka, a Holocaust survivor, Picoult challenges the reader to confront the uncomfortable moral ambiguities of justice and forgiveness.

Interwoven Narratives:

At the heart of the novel is Sage Singer, who, while trying to navigate her own sea of grief and guilt, encounters Josef Weber, a beloved community figure with a hidden past as a Nazi commander. This revelation sets off a moral quandary for Sage, whose Jewish heritage and familial connections to the Holocaust, through her grandmother Malinka—a survivor of Auschwitz—deepens the narrative’s exploration of historical memory and its implications for the present.

Malinka’s storyline provides a harrowing glimpse into the Holocaust’s dehumanizing brutality, capturing the desperation, resilience, and the indomitable will to survive amidst unthinkable horrors. Her stories, particularly the haunting dark fantasy tale she composed during her imprisonment, serve as a testament to the power of storytelling as a means of endurance and escape from the grim reality of the concentration camps.

Themes of Endurance and the Power of Storytelling:

Picoult masterfully uses the motif of storytelling as a form of resistance against the erasure of history and the diminishment of human suffering. Malinka’s fantastical horror story, set in a Polish village plagued by mysterious disappearances and vampiric entities, not only provides a stark contrast to the real-life terror of Auschwitz but also underscores the vital role of imagination as a sanctuary from pain.

The novel’s exploration of the complexities of survivorship—highlighting the roles of luck, endurance, guilt, and the human capacity for both cruelty and kindness—resonates deeply with those familiar with the lasting scars of historical traumas. Malinka’s role as storyteller shows that stories serve a crucial function in offering temporary respite from pain. This is a nuanced perspective on the value of literature and art in coping with grief and trauma.

Personal Reflections:

This book had personal significance for me, because both my grandmother and great-grandmother survived the horrors of Auschwitz. The Storyteller acknowledges the generational pain, and the cathartic power of storytelling in processing and understanding trauma.

The Storyteller is not just a novel; it’s an invitation to reflect on the multifaceted nature of humanity and the indelible impact of our histories on our present selves.

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Mokosh’s Children: Jarilo and Marzanna

Twins with Two Fathers

The Slavic Earth goddess Mokosh, holding her twin children, Jarilo and Marzanna.

Mokosh, goddess of the earth, gave birth to twin children from her two consorts, Perun and Veles. Both gods claimed the twins as their own, and they fought over the right to raise them.

Mokosh declared that the children would spend part of the year in the overworld with Perun, and part of the year in the underworld with Veles as their father.

Siblings of Summer and Winter

The twins absolutely adored each other, even though the two children were as different as could be.

Jarilo, god of spring, summer, fertility, renewal, vegetation

Jarilo most resembled Perun. Although Jarilo was born a girl, they preferred to wear men’s clothes and keep their hair short. Jarilo was full of energy and springtime friskiness. When people were around Jarilo, they wanted to sing and dance and make wedding plans. Jarilo was the god of springtime, vegetation, and fertility. Everyone delighted in Jarilo’s presence.

Marzanna, goddess of winter, nature, dreams, magic, witchcraft, and death.

Marzanna was the opposite. She most resembled Veles. She was dark and broody and could sometimes be secretive. When people were around Marzanna, they most often wanted to stay indoors and sleep. Marzanna was the goddess of winter, nature, dreams, magic, witchcraft, and death.

But despite their opposite natures, when the twins were together, everything in the world seemed to be in balance. Marzanna could calm Jarilo’s manic energy. Jarilo could make Marzanna smile and laugh.

Spring Awakens: Jarilo’s Arrival

Jarilo brings spring

Marzanna would be the first to notice Jarilo’s impending return. She would sense it in the lengthening days and the melting snow, and she would travel the underworld and overworld in search of her sibling.

Jarilo’s arrival would be preceded by storks, who would winter in the eternal springtime land of Vyrai, the land of air and unborn spirits, and then return to the earthly plane, carrying new souls who were ready to be born.

Jarilo would ride a white horse, and everywhere the horse stepped, flowers and grass would spring forth. As Jarilo rode through the forest, green leaves would unfurl from the trees. Birds would sing and flitter about. Bees would hum. Baby animals would be born. The air was thick with the scent of flowers and life and springtime love. Jarilo had returned to earth, and with their arrival, the world was renewed with new life.

All throughout the countryside, the Slavs would celebrate Jarilo’s golden return by wearing wreaths made from fresh leaves. They would make dolls from spring twigs and flowers and hang them in the trees in celebration of Jarilo’s arrival. They would sing and dance to the return of spring. People would fall in love and weddings were planned for the summer.

Summer: The Zenith of Stength and Love

Jarilo and Marzanna, sibling gods of summer and winter

As the days lengthened, Jarilo and Marzanna delighted in each other’s company. The nights were full of dancing under the full moon. The days were long and full of productive work and adventure. 

The siblings built a house together. Marzanna was a homebody and would keep the house and tend the garden. Meanwhile, Jarilo would go out riding with the men, and would firt with both the men and the women alike. All around Jarilo, people would sigh with love.

The height of Jarilo’s time on earth was the summer solstice celebrations. Jarilo was a god with a lot of energy. They burned brighter than most, because they knew their time on earth was limited. They’d be up all day and night dancing. They would flirt, kiss, dance, and sing with wild abandon and recklessness.

Because all too soon, the autumn would arrive and they knew the time for celebrations would come to an end.

Autumn: The Great Tragedy

Jarilo was a reckless sort. Inevitably, one of their suitors would become jealous.

Perhaps it would be a young man who had hoped to marry  and possess Jarilo as a wife. Perhaps it would be young woman who had thought Jarilo’s kisses were a promise of exclusive devotion.

In either case, the tragic story would unfold like this: a scorned lover would tell his or her family that they had been wronged by Jarilo. The family would plot their revenge. There would be an ambush. Jarilo’s white horse would be killed and then Jarilo would also be killed. As the sun set and the nights grew darker, Jarilo’s blood would soak into the freshly harvested wheat fields.

Marzanna would find Jarilo there. Beside Jarilo would be a scythe, the weapon that had harvested Jariolo’s soul. With tears in her eyes, Marzanna would pick up the scythe. She is often pictured holding a scythe, for she is a goddess of harvest.

Marzanna, weeping in a field over the loss of her sibling Jarilo.

Marzanna was Jarilo’s only true friend and companion. She would weep and gather their body into a funeral pyre, calling upon the departing birds to help guide their soul to Iriy, the paradise afterlife in the sky land of Perun where it was always summer and there was no suffering. She prayed that in Iriy, Jarilo’s spirit would heal and recover.

Marzanna, at Jarilo’s funeral pyre.

She would take the ashes from Jarilo’s funeral pyre and use it to build herself a new house. One where she would grieve throughout the long, dark winter.

Winter: A Time of Darkness, Dreams, and Death

Marzanna, goddess of winter, darkness, dreams, death.

Without Jarilo to keep her company, Marzanna would grow sad and sullen. Darkness would grow and the world would be cast into winter, for winter was Marzanna’s domain.

Winter is a harsh time in the north. It is cold, dark, and snowy. Families would cuddle in side. They would take the winter season as an opportunity to sleep and dream. They might go on midnight walks under the full moon, or tell stories beside the fire. Winter was a time of rest, recovery, and magic.

But there was always a deadly side to winter. Too many people in a small place might cause the air to grow stagnant. Diseases might spread. The food stores might become infested or run out before spring. The elderly and the weak might pass away.

This was why Marzanna was known as the goddess of dreams and magic, but also of winter and death.

She would sometimes be seen riding throughout the moonlit land riding a black mare—a nightmare, bringing sad omens and bad dreams.

The Drowning of the Marzanna and the Rebirth of Spring

Effigy of Marzanna.

In late winter, around the time of the spring equinox when the snow begins to melt and swell the rivers, the children of the Slavic world perform an ancient festival called the Drowning of the Marzanna.

In this festival usually happens in March 21st. An effigy of Marzanna is made of straw and rags. It looks like a doll or a scarecrow. The children all march together, parading the effigy through the village. 

The idea is that all the bad air, disease, nightmares, and sadness that everyone had experience through the winter would get sucked from the houses and into the effigy of the Marzanna. The children would then take the effigy down to the river and throw it in, thus cleansing their village with water, and welcoming the renewal of spring.

Marzanna, sees the melting snow and knows spring is approaching.

This is an important part of the goddess Marzanna’s story. She would see the melting snow, and know that her sibling, Jarilo had been restored, and was ready to be reborn back into the world.

Marzanna Searches for Her Lost Sibling

Marzanna dives into a river, in search of a portal to the underworld where she hopes to find her lost sibling, Jarilo.

Marzanna dives into the water and goes into a portal into the underworld. This part of the underworld was called Nav. It was presided upon by Marzanna’s father, Veles.

Nav is the place where the souls of the dead first go. It is an upside down world, at the roots of the World Tree.

In some Slavic traditions, the land of Nav was imagined as a vast, grassy field. A place that was neither hot, nor cold. It was a waiting place, where souls would either be stuck, or they would gain permission to travel to the other parts of the world tree.

Marzanna would find her father, Veles, who would tell her that Jarilo had already come and gone.

Marzanna would climb up the world tree into the land of Iriy, where her father, Perun sometimes lived. Iriy was the Slavic version of heaven. It was warm and filled with plenty. It was a place where there was no suffering, and where people lived in harmony with nature. 

Marzanna would find her father, Perun, and ask him if he had seen Jarilo. Perun would tell her that Jarilo had already come and gone. Jarilo had chosen to be reborn, and had gone to Vyrai, the land of air and unborn spirits.

Next, Marzanna would climb down the world tree toward the lower branches. She would stand on the last branch and leap into the sky, into oblivion, into the land of clouds and air and unborn souls that surrounded the lower branches.

Here, she would find Rod, the god of ancestors and destiny and new life. Rod was Marzanna’s uncle. Rod would tell Marzanna that that Jarilo had returned to earth, riding on their white hors, accompanied by storks and the newborn spirits.

Jarilo and Marzanna are reunited.

Joyfully, Marzanna would also return to earth where she would finally find her lost sibling. The re-united siblings would embrace. The god of spring had been reborn and the cycle of renewal and harvest would begin anew.

Jarilo, and the rebirth of spring.

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Book Review: Doll Bones by Holly Black

The Last Adventure: Tackling the Threshold of Adulthood in ‘Doll Bones’

In the enchanting realm of middle-grade literature, Holly Black’s Doll Bones emerges as a hauntingly beautiful narrative that transcends the boundaries of imagination and reality. This Newbery Award-winning novel is a testament to the bittersweet journey of growing up, told through the eyes of three inseparable friends: Zach, Poppy, and Alice.

The Heart of Childhood Adventures:

Zach, Poppy, and Alice have shared countless adventures, animating their toys and action figures with rich, fantastical stories. But as the cusp of adolescence looms, their friendship faces the inevitable tides of change. Zach grapples with his father’s expectations to abandon child’s play, Alice confronts the bewildering changes of puberty, and Poppy fears losing her friends and being left behind.

A Haunting Quest:

The narrative takes a compelling turn when Poppy reveals that a porcelain doll, locked away in her home, whispers of its haunted past. This revelation sets the trio on an unexpected journey, a final adventure that weaves the threads of friendship with the eerie lore of the doll’s ghostly origins. Their quest to unravel the mystery of a girl’s disappearance and to lay the doll’s spirit to rest is as much about confronting their personal demons as it is about solving the enigma.

A Creepy, Captivating Tale:

Doll Bones strikes a perfect balance between the eerie and the profound, making it a page-turning read for middle graders and adults alike. Holly Black’s mastery in crafting a story that is creepy yet not overly graphic is commendable. The novel delves deep into the essence of friendship, the pain of letting go, and the courage to step into the unknown.

The characters, with their distinct fears and dreams, are brought to life with such empathy and depth that readers of all ages will find echoes of their own childhoods within these pages.

Doll Bones is more than a story; it’s a reflection on the thresholds we cross from childhood to adolescence, marked by the relics of our innocence and the strength we muster to face the unknown. Holly Black has indeed woven a tapestry rich with the hues of nostalgia, friendship, and the thrilling chill of a ghostly tale.

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Book Review: The Spiderwick Chronicles by Holly Black and Tony Diterlizzi

Where Fairies Lurk: A Journey into the Spiderwick Chronicles

The Spiderwick Chronicle is a captivating series that invites readers into a world where the line between the mundane and the magical is blurred. Written by Holly Black with enchanting illustrations by Tony Diterlizzi, the series is divided into two parts: the original quintet and a sequel trilogy titled Beyond the Spiderwick Chronicles.

This series will captivate readers who revel in tales where the real and the fantastical intertwine, especially appealing to middle-grade readers who appreciate a darker, more authentic take on childhood adventures.

The Spiderwick Chronicles

The original series follows the Grace children – Jared, Simon, and Mallory – as they uncover a hidden world of faeries and other fantastical beings upon moving into the decrepit Spiderwick Estate.

1. The Field Guide: The siblings discover Arthur Spiderwick’s field guide and the unseen world it reveals.

2. The Seeing Stone: With a magical stone, Jared sees the invisible world, leading to a daring rescue.

3. Lucinda’s Secret: The Graces seek their great-aunt Lucinda’s wisdom, delving deeper into the mystery.

4. The Ironwood Tree: A kidnapping at school drags the siblings into a deeper, darker adventure.

5. The Wrath of Mulgarath: The ultimate confrontation with Mulgarath to save their mother and the guide.

Beyond the Spiderwick Chronicles

This sequel-series to the Spiderwick Chronicles follows eleven-year-old Nick Vargas, his big brother Julian, and their new step-sister Laurie as they discover giants, mermaids, and fire-breathing salamanders who threaten their Florida home. Jared, Simon, and Mallory from the original series also make guest appearances.

1. The Nixie’s Song: A new adventure with a nixie’s cry for help, introducing new characters and challenges.

2. A Giant Problem: The children face off against a destructive giant, testing their courage and ingenuity.

3. The Wyrm King: The thrilling conclusion, where the siblings confront the serpent king to restore balance.

Storyteller and Artist Complement Each Other in The Spiderwick Chronicles:

Holly Black’s writing in “The Spiderwick Chronicles” stands out for its acknowledgment of the darker, more perilous aspects of childhood. The series does not shy away from showing that children can and do face real dangers, adding a layer of authenticity to their encounters with the fairy realm.

Tony Diterlizzi’s art breathes life into this shadowy world. His black-and-white illustrations are a window into the eerie and the whimsical, perfectly capturing the essence of each character and creature. The slightly unsettling depiction of goblins adds a tangible sense of danger, complementing Black’s narrative beautifully.

If you’ve been enthralled by the adventures of the Grace children and the magical world they navigate, I invite you to join me on a similar journey into the heart of Slavic folklore. I’m currently working on a collection of Slavic fairy tales for children, where the mystical and the monstrous coexist in stories that are as inspiring as they are instructive. By subscribing to my email list, you’ll gain insight into a world where “the sight” might reveal Baba Yaga’s hut on chicken legs or a domovoi guarding the hearth. Let’s explore these enchanting tales together and discover the magic hidden in plain sight.