Arith Härger | Trebaruna - Goddess of the Home, Protection and the Occultic Mysteries @ArithH%C3%A4rger | Uploaded May 2022 | Updated October 2024, 22 hours ago.
Today's video is concerning the goddess Trebaruna, the Lusitanian and Vettone goddess of the Home, Tribe, Community, goddess of Protection, death, water, victory and goddess of the occultic mysteries and folk-magic. Hope you enjoy today's video and may this goddess bring you inspiration.
Bibliography at the end of this video.
At the special introduction of this video I speak in Portuguese (from Portugal), reciting an evocation to Trebaruna of my own creation. This is what I say:
In Portuguese:
Trebaruna,
Senhora do mistério e do encanto, do conhecimento oculto da vida.
Vem abençoar as nossas terras, Ophiussa, a grande deusa serpente,
Tecendo os sentidos, as vertentes, as trilhas e os caminhos do remembramento,
Que através de ti, Trebaruna, a ressonância das forças telúricas e os segredos das ctónicas trevas são o teu fôlego ecoando na noite eterna.
Vem abençoar as nossas terras, Trebaruna, senhora do lar e do destino,
A mãe velada no manto da morte e da guerra, e da magia e do feitiço.
No cantar, das mulheres à beira rio, relembra-te,
Sob a chama branca do luar ardente,
Por cada brecha de luz adentram as palavras, os sussurros,
O canto e o encanto dos contos cantados por nós,
Aqueles que mantêm vivas as memórias.
Relembrar, Recordar, Despertar.
Trebaruna,
Saudade daquilo que não conhecemos mas que habita em todos nós,
Desde tempos imemoriais.
English Translation:
Trebaruna,
Mistress of mystery and enchantment, of the occult knowledge of life.
Come bless our lands, Ophiussa, the great serpent goddess,
Weaving the senses, the strands, the trails and the paths of remembrance,
That through you, Trebaruna, the resonance of telluric forces and the secrets of chthonic darkness are your breath echoing in the eternal night.
Come bless our lands, Trebaruna, mistress of home and destiny,
The veiled mother in the cloak of death and war, and magic and sorcery.
In the chant, of the women by the river, recalls you,
Under the white flame of the burning moonlight,
Through every crack of light enter the words, the whispers,
The chant and the enchantment of the tales we have sung,
Those who keep the memories alive.
Remember, Remind, Awaken.
Trebaruna,
Longing for what we don't know but that lives in all of us,
From times immemorial.
* There are 4 words here that should have special attention and it's quite hard to translate:
Ophiussa:
This is both the name of the great primordial Serpent Goddess of the western Iberian Peninsula, but also the very name given by Greeks and Romans to the westernmost territory of the Iberian Peninsula where it is nowadays Portugal and Central-western Spain. Ophiussa means "Land of Serpents" and the inhabitants were the "Ophis"/"Ofís" ("The people of the Serpents"). There were several pre-Roman serpent cults a serpent deities which were eventually incorporated into both Greek and Roman cults and pantheons. There were also "tribes" in the territory comprising modern Northern Portugal and Galicia whom the Romans called "Dragani" ("People of the Dragons" - Dragon and as "winged-serpent"), and the "Saefes" ("serpent-people") inhabiting the western-most atlantic cost where it is nowadays Portugal.
Saudade:
There's no translation for this word, even though I've used "longing" (yearning, nostalgia) because it's the only word in the english language that can come closer. However, it should be noted that, as far as I know, there's only one other language that also has a word impossible to translate but it shows the exact same sentiment as "saudade" and that is the word Hiraeth from Welsh. Both Saudade and Hiraeth have no direct English translation but both present the same sentiments: not just an overwelming feeling of homesickness but also the soul-sickness that comes from being displaced from a deep centre of meaning; the grief and sadness and crushing nostalgia for a bygone life that we never lived, and yet it is somehow printed in our soul the asphyxiating desire to return to where we belong and where we know we shall find the meaning of our existence, but we can never go back because it is a spiritual place frozen in time, so close we can almost feel it as a soft breeze through our very being, and yet so far, unreachable.
Feitiço:
This word is what a witch, wizard, sorcerer, sorceress can provoke. It is a powerful manifestation of a mental force which is the combination of spell, enchantment, incantation, bewitchment and conjuration.
Remembramento:
I have translated it to "remembrance" although "Remembramento" means "to unite again", "entwine us with- what is separated, neglected, mutilated, forgotten or lost".
#Trebaruna #Lusitanianmythology #Celticmythology
Today's video is concerning the goddess Trebaruna, the Lusitanian and Vettone goddess of the Home, Tribe, Community, goddess of Protection, death, water, victory and goddess of the occultic mysteries and folk-magic. Hope you enjoy today's video and may this goddess bring you inspiration.
Bibliography at the end of this video.
At the special introduction of this video I speak in Portuguese (from Portugal), reciting an evocation to Trebaruna of my own creation. This is what I say:
In Portuguese:
Trebaruna,
Senhora do mistério e do encanto, do conhecimento oculto da vida.
Vem abençoar as nossas terras, Ophiussa, a grande deusa serpente,
Tecendo os sentidos, as vertentes, as trilhas e os caminhos do remembramento,
Que através de ti, Trebaruna, a ressonância das forças telúricas e os segredos das ctónicas trevas são o teu fôlego ecoando na noite eterna.
Vem abençoar as nossas terras, Trebaruna, senhora do lar e do destino,
A mãe velada no manto da morte e da guerra, e da magia e do feitiço.
No cantar, das mulheres à beira rio, relembra-te,
Sob a chama branca do luar ardente,
Por cada brecha de luz adentram as palavras, os sussurros,
O canto e o encanto dos contos cantados por nós,
Aqueles que mantêm vivas as memórias.
Relembrar, Recordar, Despertar.
Trebaruna,
Saudade daquilo que não conhecemos mas que habita em todos nós,
Desde tempos imemoriais.
English Translation:
Trebaruna,
Mistress of mystery and enchantment, of the occult knowledge of life.
Come bless our lands, Ophiussa, the great serpent goddess,
Weaving the senses, the strands, the trails and the paths of remembrance,
That through you, Trebaruna, the resonance of telluric forces and the secrets of chthonic darkness are your breath echoing in the eternal night.
Come bless our lands, Trebaruna, mistress of home and destiny,
The veiled mother in the cloak of death and war, and magic and sorcery.
In the chant, of the women by the river, recalls you,
Under the white flame of the burning moonlight,
Through every crack of light enter the words, the whispers,
The chant and the enchantment of the tales we have sung,
Those who keep the memories alive.
Remember, Remind, Awaken.
Trebaruna,
Longing for what we don't know but that lives in all of us,
From times immemorial.
* There are 4 words here that should have special attention and it's quite hard to translate:
Ophiussa:
This is both the name of the great primordial Serpent Goddess of the western Iberian Peninsula, but also the very name given by Greeks and Romans to the westernmost territory of the Iberian Peninsula where it is nowadays Portugal and Central-western Spain. Ophiussa means "Land of Serpents" and the inhabitants were the "Ophis"/"Ofís" ("The people of the Serpents"). There were several pre-Roman serpent cults a serpent deities which were eventually incorporated into both Greek and Roman cults and pantheons. There were also "tribes" in the territory comprising modern Northern Portugal and Galicia whom the Romans called "Dragani" ("People of the Dragons" - Dragon and as "winged-serpent"), and the "Saefes" ("serpent-people") inhabiting the western-most atlantic cost where it is nowadays Portugal.
Saudade:
There's no translation for this word, even though I've used "longing" (yearning, nostalgia) because it's the only word in the english language that can come closer. However, it should be noted that, as far as I know, there's only one other language that also has a word impossible to translate but it shows the exact same sentiment as "saudade" and that is the word Hiraeth from Welsh. Both Saudade and Hiraeth have no direct English translation but both present the same sentiments: not just an overwelming feeling of homesickness but also the soul-sickness that comes from being displaced from a deep centre of meaning; the grief and sadness and crushing nostalgia for a bygone life that we never lived, and yet it is somehow printed in our soul the asphyxiating desire to return to where we belong and where we know we shall find the meaning of our existence, but we can never go back because it is a spiritual place frozen in time, so close we can almost feel it as a soft breeze through our very being, and yet so far, unreachable.
Feitiço:
This word is what a witch, wizard, sorcerer, sorceress can provoke. It is a powerful manifestation of a mental force which is the combination of spell, enchantment, incantation, bewitchment and conjuration.
Remembramento:
I have translated it to "remembrance" although "Remembramento" means "to unite again", "entwine us with- what is separated, neglected, mutilated, forgotten or lost".
#Trebaruna #Lusitanianmythology #Celticmythology
