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Ancient Calendar & Pagan Holidays: July 6th: A Tale of Two Religions

 

 

Rome offers up a very historical remembrance for the Emperor Flavius Claudius Julianus. He was born in the year of 331 and died in 363 BCE.

Now interesting thing about Flavius….

We all know how Constantine basically sold the soul of Rome when converting the empire over to Christianity, yes? Before then, Rome had a Freedom of Religion type deal. Their modo—everyone believe in their own Gods and Goddesses, and well, just get along. And we all know what Freedom of Religion is….we supposedly have it now. Only now a days, most people scream they want it, but are only tolerant if YOU freely believe in THEIR religion lol. Somewhere in history, I think we lost the point.

Anyway, before Constantine died,  Roman General Flavius raised his legions and refused to obey Constantine’s dictates, nor convert to anything that wasn’t Pagan. Flavius’ stand was so backed by the people, that he was made the new Emperor, and Rome would have been faced with an ugly Civil War IF Constantine had not died.

His rejection of Christianity in favour of Neoplatonic paganism caused him to be called Julian the Apostate–Source Wikipedia

Flavius’ rule may have been brief but it was certainly an interesting one. Although rumors could be just gossip, they filled his short reign with colorful tongues.

Some sources claim that he believed himself to be the reincarnation of Alexander the Great, while other sources claim that he sprinkled blood on all the food so that Christians would not eat it—hoping to starve them all to death.

One fact remains, though….and that’s proved by the way he died. He certainly had no fear. When he passed, it was during a battle with Persia, and history claims that the man was so confident and convinced of his own victory, that he refused to wear any armor.

SO on this day in Roman history, and now today thanks to the Ancient Calendar, we remember Flavius Claudius Julianus of Rome.  Thank you Flavius, for attempting to bring back what we lost…and are still struggling to hold onto.

 

 

To a dear uncle…

I received a phone call today from my mother that shocked me. To be honest, I’m still in a state of denial. And that’s just how I’m feeling. I can’t begin to imagine how my stepmom feels.

Her brother Freddie was a truck driver, and one of the sweetest, greatest teddy bears I’ve ever known. They were very close as siblings, and Mama (stepmom is her partner of 20 years) loved Freddie like a brother. I felt close to him. Then again, everyone who knew Freddie felt a connection with him. He was open, loving, wouldn’t hurt a fly. He’d been through so much hell in his life, yet he managed to conquer his personal demons and became an inspiration.

This morning… he passed away. According to the New York Highway Patrol, his rig veered off the road, hit trees, and a fuel tank exploded. They don’t know if Freddie had a heart attack, a stroke–whatever. There will be an autopsy, though, and then he’ll be cremated and his ashes scattered around blueberry bushes in Decatur, AL.

Love your family–no matter how far they might be from you.