Friday, April 22, 2011

365 Doodles - Day 112

The Russians believed that the world was created by Rod. Rod the God. According to Slavic mythology, Rod was born from a golden egg floating in a void of nothingness. The book, Songs of the Bird Gamayun, tells us that Rod’s first act was to create Lada - the Mother Goddess of love as opposed to a slightly dodgy car. He cut his own umbilicus with a rainbow and set to work separating the ocean from the sky. He then separated light from dark and truth from lies and divided the universe into three areas: Prav – the abode of the gods, Yav – the visible world, and Nav – the underworld. He then created the Earth and held it under the ocean until he was ready to use it. His face became the Sun, his chest the Moon and his eyes the stars. His eyebrows became the sunrise, his thoughts became the dark nights, his breath the wind, and his tears the rain and snow. His voice was the booming sound of thunder and sparks from his gritted teeth made the lightning.

Rod then sat back and relaxed. He popped out a son called Svarog and left him in charge. To help him do his job better, Rod gave him four heads so he could see everything at once. Svarog then realised that he had absolutely no idea where Dad had put the Earth. ‘Somewhere under the water’ being somewhat vague, he asked a small grey duck to dive to the bottom of the ocean to look for it. The duck returned a year later saying that it could no longer hold its breath. So Svarog asked Rod to intervene. The elder god blew a mighty wind that pushed the duck deeper below the waves. Two years later, the duck returned, once again moaning about the lack of oxygen. So this time, Rod used the thunder and lightning to make a storm that pushed the duck deeper than ever. After three years the duck returned with a branch in its mouth. Svarog rubbed the branch between his palms and called out, ‘Make warmth, Sun! Light up, Moon! Blow, Wind! We must save Mother Earth, our nurturer!’ All the elements came together in a mighty blast and the branch was blown from Svarog’s grasp. As it plopped into the ocean, Moist Mother Earth appeared at the surface, and the Moon quickly cooled her down. As his last act of creation, Svarog created a great and mighty snake, Yusha, whose job it would be to hold Moist Mother Earth above the water like a lifebelt. When the snake shifts position, the earth trembles and quakes.

Another from my 'Odd Gods' series.

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