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#113 Cernunnos
Cernunnos, also known by Celts as the Horned One, was the antlered God of the Forest and Prosperity. He often carried a sack that spilled out coins and grain. To symbolize the aspect of Provider, there are seven coins hidden within this piece, each carved with one of Cernunnos' symbols. The right side of his face is decorated with holly, the left side with oak and mistletoe. His classic torc is worn at his neck and his ram's headed snake coils amoung the seven tines of his antlers. Cernunnos depictions are found all over Europe. |
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Available Finishes: Stone, Wood Size: 12" x 12" x 4 1/2"
Artist's Note:
I wanted to create a benevolent father figure, so in preparing to carve this piece,
I spent a lot of time talking with friends about their relationship to their fathers. Mostly, I asked them what they most wanted from their father.
They all responded in their own ways, but what I heard every time was that they wanted their fathers approval.
It was this feeling and expression that I tried to communicate in the carving.
Two different men posed for the image. I chose one because he was an extraordinary hunter, not just successful but honorable, careful and truly in love with the deer he hunted.
The other man, a close friend, had the perfect whiskers and a metaphysical background.
I had great fun adding all sorts of signs and symbols to the image. On Samhain night I took the image to be consecrated.
We set the carving up on the forest altar and with several others present the ritual was begun. When it came time to invoke Cernunnos,
I stepped forward, holding a candle in a glass cup. All the other candles had gone out because it was a very windy night.
Illuminating the face of the carving with my candle, I began to invoke the god. The invocation became like a call and response.
As I called Cernunnos into the carving, I said, "I call you in by oak and stone," and the coven responded, "Cernunnos we call you in." I said, "I call you in by blood and bone," and they responded again with, "Cernunnos we call you in." When the chant reached its highest point I yelled, "thou art born!" At that very instant, a large moth flew into the candle I was holding, exploded in a flash of flames, and extinguished the candle leaving us in darkness.
The next day I made room for one more image on the carving. If you look carefully,
you will find a moth hiding in the antlers. --PB
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