Eye of Providence (19th Century) By Unknown

The Eye of Providence is a symbol for the all-seeing eye of God. This icon is often associated with Christianity and Freemasonry. If that isn’t enough to creep you out, the forever judging eyes will. They follow you.

Eye of Providence (19th Century) By Unknown

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Aeneas and the Sibyl in the Underworld (1630) By Jan Brueghel The Younger

Aeneas, in Greco-Roman mythology, is the son of a human prince and the goddess Aphrodite. Sibyils are oracles in Ancient Greece. Together the two travel to the Underworld.

Aeneas and the Sibyl in the Underworld (1630) By Jan Brueghel The Younger

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Hell (15th Century) By Limbourg Brothers

“Satan is lying on a gigantic grill from where he grabs the souls to project them upwards by the power of his burning breath. Flames come from open skylights in the tormented mountains rising in the background, where we can see other damned souls.” – Image Description.

Hell (15th Century) By Limbourg Brothers

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Mormons Attempt to Raise the Dead (1898)

Mormons are a religious and cultural group related to Mormonism, the principal branch of the Latter Day Saint movement of Restorationist Christianity, initiated by Joseph Smith in upstate New York during the 1820s.

Do they attempt this often?

Mormons Attempt to Raise the Dead (1898)

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She Saw Him From Above (1876) by Daniel Vierge

“She saw him from above and uttered a cry.” – Image Caption

This image is from a 19th Century book on French History. Her name is ‘Jeanne D’arc’, or as most know her ‘Joan of Arc’. She held on to hope and her faith until the end. Burned alive.

She Saw Him From Above (1876) by Daniel Vierge

The book, in French, is free to read online or download. Image is on page 336.

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Prometheus chained (1623) By Dirck van Baburen

Painting’s full name is Prometheus chained by Vulcan.

Mercury, the messenger of the gods, watches the club-footed blacksmith god, Vulcan, punish the bold and cunning Titan Prometheus for stealing fire from the gods and giving it to mortals. Prometheus’s punishment is to be bound to a rock and to have his liver consumed daily by an eagle.

Prometheus chained (1623) By Dirck van Baburen

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Saint John (15th Century) By Jan Provoost

John the Baptist is featured in this dark art piece. He was killed by beheading. However, this depicts him as very old, and possibly dying from old age. Maybe Provoost wanted to illustrate an alternative ending. What could had been, but wasn’t – a headful John.

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Saint John (15th Century) By Jan Provoost

The Wild Hunt of Odin (1872) By Peter Nicolai Arbo

Based on Johan Sebastian Welhaven’s romantic poem Asgaardsreien. The poem is about a wedding that turns violent and is visited by the Wild Hunt.

The Wild Hunt of Odin (1872) By Peter Nicolai Arbo

The original poem is in Danish. I was able to find a copy. Below is my attempt at a translation.

Asgaardsreien

Sounded through the air At night, a train of frothy black horses rides. In the rush the wild crows draw; they only have clouds for a foothold. It goes over the valley, over Vang and Hei, through Mulm and Veir – they don’t end it. The hiker gets scared on the road. Listen, what a Gny! – It’s Asgaardsreien.

Thor, the strong, with the lifted Hammer, stands high in his frame – is at the forefront; he turns on the shield, and red flames illuminate the nightly train at the battle. When sound is wondering, there is a noise of beetles and rippling equestrian, as the swarm howls, and the people listen with increasing anxiety in the quivering cabins.

The Asgaardsreien in Fylking rides at Autumn and Yinter in harsh nights; but preferably it is at Christmas time – then it holds the party with trolls and jetters, then it lows over the meadow and path, and passes the noisy countryside, – then guard you, farmer, keep the order and order! for Asgaardsreien is soon at Gaarden.

When the beer works in the parlor, and awakens the pagan Christmas customs, and the fire throws its skin from the pit on the swinging knives and wild glances, then there is a thrill through the tumult; then the night of the crowds is heard, then the wall is cracked, as the mug dances, – for Asgaardsreien turns the house around.

A wedding was held on the – Upper Flage three holy Christmas days until the end. Among the Terns there was a bride’s belly, and the groom’s egg between Hungarian. There was a glands in the boned hall of covered tables and expensive metal; there was a treasure that came to order. of Copper on Wall and of Silver on Tables.

And cheerfully, drums and giggles dared, and the groom entered his man’s manhood, leading his bride between swords and maidens – then the halling was easy and powerful! To Dandseren’s mighty cast and hop, the tern flew around like a buzzing summit. Then the noise and the game flowed together, then the hall of life and of the gutter.

The third evening, when the beer was drunk all weekend, by Old and Young, the thirst of the team was off, but the men were drunk and heavy. Our bride again had her crown on; for now the bowl on the table was to go, – and now the master of the kitchen took the floor, and demanded silence with a beat on the table.

When the Beneath Guild crashed into the far-infamous Seims berserker, – The Oins rolled dark and wild, on the foreheads they had blow-marks they made a leap across the floor of the hall – yes, it was the brothers Grim and Wolf! Grim, who had just been displaced by the Bride, now came second-self, and was not the messenger.

The foolish jester got up with the trembling, and had only little to contend with. Every raving man clenching his fist was grabbed in the chest and thrown aside. The groom put down his goblet, got up on the bench, and asked for peace. But the brides drew all the knife from the belt – it was the groom’s life that mattered.

Then the women stumbled into a cluster and formed a guard over the much needed; behind the tables and benches that lay in a heap they stood at the high seat. The oldest woman in their flock now uncovered her grained cap, and then gave the groom the son’s sack, and took him on his lap and held him embraced.

But the brothers endured a woman’s gentleness, they stormed over tables and benches and split the women’s flock with wild songs – then there was no longer peace to think. They seized their offering and dragged him to the door of the hall and out through it. Then there was a furious battle in the yard, and the guests followed wildly.

They crashed with fire and with fires; for over the region was the darkness. Then the grooms stood upright; now he was strengthened by the Winter’s airing. He bent his knife to the cut and to the stand – then he gave what the others offered. The Trends formed an awful bunch, and none of them would let the roof down.

Then Grim tumbled with an eagle, and the blood flowed across his chest. The harder the other Tvende broke and kept each other in the back of the cross. At last the Bridegroom was set against Earth, and the knife all against his throat, – but Wolf held in, and stood anesthetized, and trembled and trembled like the Aspelea.

For through the air in Mulmet, a howling train of gyrating horses whispered; it crossed the forest towards the bridal house, and the bloody guild would be invited. Then there sounded lurking, then there was a noise of beetles and rippling riding clothes. Now it was near, – it came across the hay, – a cry was heard: It is the Asgaardsreien!

Then there was a vein between earth and sky that cast terror into all bosom – it swirled away in growing voice, it struck with wings, it gripped with arms. Then it was Wolf became the dragon in hair and flung in the air and fort of Gaard, yes yes fort over forest, over the mountain top: he asked no more – he was not to be found.

As the alarm quieted about the place of horror, Grim of Djod let the shambles shrink, —but the groom was led over the snow and put on the pillow in the guest room. His head wobbled, his blood flowed – he hovered for a time between life and death; but he was nurtured and well connected. He had lost everything about the spring.

Now he sits stooped and tall, and can gather his food, warmly bathed; now he often sits with Legends in the team and shortens the time for young and old. Then it was the last Christmas Eve when the youth cried out: “Tell, tell!” Then his gaze flickered, then he looked back, then the month he spent his wedding days.

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