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Dagon in winchester cathedral.

 
 
Unconditional Love
19:31 / 27.09.04
This king having destroyed the temple of Dagon which Cerdic had erected, began the foundation of the cathedral church of Winchester, which he was prevented by death from completing.footnote i But he granted the whole of the land for the space of seven miles round the city for the establishment of the episcopal seat, and for the maintenance of the monks, who were now, by the advice of Birinus, for the third time established in this place. And having bound his son Kynewald by an oath to complete his intentions, he died in the thirty-first year of his reign, and in the sixth of his conversion, and was buried in the city of Winchester, before the high altar of the church which he had begun to build.



The Dagon Connection

One of the mystery religions absorbed by Rome involved the Philistine idol
of the fish-man god called Dagon, which was also referred to as the devil.
The most famous temples of Dagon were at Gaza (Judges 16:21-30)
and Ashdod (1 Samuel 5:3,4; 1 Chronicles 10:10).
Dagon was represented with the face and hands of a man and the lower half the body as the tail of a fish (1 Samuel 5:3-4).
The fish-like form was a symbol of fruitfulness, and as such was likely to be adopted by seafaring tribes in the representation of their gods, which is why Rome who ruled the seas easily adopted the mystery religion.
Search for pictures of the Dagon or Enki priests and you'll find they wore fish costumes with fish head hats similar to today's miter. The fish symbol Christians use today is literally one of the many marks of the beast Dagon.
Here we see carvings and diagrams of Dagon priests and their fish head hats along side the Pope with his similar fish head hat holding the crooked cross of Mithra. The carving on the left shows the Dagon priests sprinkling holy water.
Here we see the drawing of the pagan goddess Cybele with the fish head of dagon on her head and the device used to sprinkle the holy water.
Cybele was worshipped in Rome and was called the great queen mother goddess. Some scholars say the Basilica of Saint Peter actually stands upon the former site of Cybele's main temple.

There are some scholars who say the fish head hat of the priests of Enki (a Sumerarian god of the earth and world order) later became the miter of the bishops.
Enki was part of the tri gods who was considered the god of 'water' and the one having devised men as slaves to the gods. Just as the Dagon priests sprinkled holy water in ceremony, so too did the priests of Enki- this god of water. He was even commonly represented as a half-fish, half-goat creature.
In actuality calling Christians fish, symbolizing them with the fish, and calling the disciples as fishers of men has little or nothing to do with the Jesus of Capernaum. Dagon's son was Baal the god of harvest. The many analogies of the fish and the mentions of harvests, wheat and tare, the seeds along with shining sunlight and water flowing to watering it, are all lures to converge the mystery cults in with the new compiled religion.
In fact the tradition of eating fish on Friday comes from many different pagan cultures. Aphrodite Salacia, the fish Goddess, was worshipped by her followers on her sacred day of Friday. They ate fish and engaging in orgies. Which is how the word "salacious" meaning lustful became used. The Christian church assimilated this tradition by requiring the faithful to eat fish on Friday.
Throughout the Mediterranean, mystery religions used fish, wine and bread for their sacramental meal and ancient Rome called Friday "dies veneris" or Day of Venus, the Pagan goddess.
Venus is the one in the fable of the mystic egg of the Babylonians about the giant egg falling from heaven into the River Euphrates. The fishes rolled it to the bank where the doves having perched upon it, hatched it. What came out of this egg was Venus-also referred to as the morning star. Venus afterwards was called the Assyrian goddess or Astarte, the queen of heaven.
In all of these stories we find the tradition of Easter born from these mystery legends as Easter was just another name for Astarte. This festival in ancient Babylonianism of Astarte (known as Istar or Easter), was about her son coming back from the dead which is why the Easter celebration has the symbolic egg as well as the Astarte name for the celebration of the borrowed mythical resurrection of the Bright Morning Star -Jesus (Revelation 22:16).
 
 
FinderWolf
20:02 / 27.09.04
Cool - thanks for posting this info. Nice to see how Venus ties into the other god-personas.
 
 
cusm
02:25 / 30.09.04
I thought Easter was derived from Ostara, feast of Oster, German fertility goddess of spring who holds rabbits, children, eggs and candies sacred? Though given, Oster's name may well have been derived from the earlier source.
 
 
Dances with Gophers
19:27 / 05.10.04
Cheers, very illuminating post!
For those not familiar with Winchester Cathedral. It's a Norman cathedral built next to the older Saxon cathedral, the remains of the foundations are still visible. The remains of St Swithin were moved into the new building, legend has it this was followed by 30 days and 30 nights of rain, hence the St Swithins day legend.
There is a well in the crypt, which is frequently flooded.
The Cathedral also boasts a Chapel in memory of Issak Walton (author of the complete angler) which is filled with fish imagery. Sub-conscious continuation or coincidence?
 
 
Tryphena Absent
07:33 / 06.10.04
I thought you were going to tell me that there was a real, live dragon in the cathedral.
 
 
Lord Morgue
08:05 / 06.10.04
A dagon is the same thing, but not as well dressed.
 
 
_Boboss
10:33 / 06.10.04
ooh, spudooky - nice one mr nash:

Six o' clock
In the morning, I feel pretty good
So I dropped into the luxury of the Lords
Fighting dragons and crossing swords
With the people against the hordes
Who came to conquer

Seven o'clock
In the morning, here it comes
I taste the warning and I am so amazed
I'm here today, seeing things so clear this way
In the car and on my way
To Stonehenge

I'm flying in Winchester cathedral
Sunlight pouring through the break of day
Stumbled through the door and into the chamber
There's a lady setting flowers on a table covered lace
And a cleaner in the distance finds a cobweb on a face
And a feeling deep inside of me tells me
This can't be the place

I'm flying in Winchester cathedral
All religion has to have its day
Expressions on the face of the Saviour
Made me say
I can't stay

Open up the gates of the church and let me out of here!
Too many people have lied in the name of Christ
For anyone to heed the call
So many people have died in the name of Christ
That I can't believe it all

And now I'm standing on the grave of a soldier that died in 1799
And the day he died it was a birthday
And I noticed it was mine
And my head didn't know just who I was
And I went spinning back in time
And I am high upon the altar
High upon the altar, high

I'm flying in Winchester cathedral
It's hard enough to drink the wine
The air inside just hangs in delusion
But given time
I'll be fine

Open up the gates of the church and let me out of here!
Too many people have lied in the name of Christ
For anyone to heed the call
So many people have died in the name of Christ
That I can't believe it all

And now I'm standing on the grave of a soldier that died in 1799
And the day he died it was a birthday
And I noticed it was mine
And my head didn't know just who I was
And I went spinning back in time
And I am high upon the altar
High upon the altar, high


when i am king, the law will be that every song must contain the line 'To Stonehenge'
 
 
Lord Morgue
13:29 / 06.10.04
In ancient times, hundreds of years before the dawn of history, lived a strange race of people - the druids. No one knows who they were, or what they were doing, but their legacy remains, hewn into the living rock - of Stonehenge.

Stonehenge, where the demons dwell,
Where the banshees live and they do live well.
Stonehenge,
When a man is a man and the children dance
To the pipes of pan.

Stonehenge,
'Tis a magic place where the moon doth rise
With a dragon's face,
Stonehenge,
Where the virgin's lie
And the prayers of devils fill the midnight sky.

And you my love, won't you take my hand.
We'll go back in time to that mystic land
Where the dew-drops cry and the cats meow,
I will take you there,
I will show you how.

And oh how they danced, the little children of Stonehenge, beneath the haunted moon, for fear that the daybreak might come too soon...

...And where are they now, the little people of Stonehenge? And what would they say to us, if we were here...tonight.
 
  
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