{"id":32546,"date":"2025-12-19T02:34:07","date_gmt":"2025-12-19T06:34:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/?p=32546"},"modified":"2025-12-29T18:55:13","modified_gmt":"2025-12-29T22:55:13","slug":"cody-column-cernunnos","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/2025\/12\/19\/cody-column-cernunnos\/","title":{"rendered":"Cody\u2019s Column: Cernunnos"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote>\n<figure id=\"attachment_32571\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-32571\" style=\"width: 300px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><img fetchpriority=\"high\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-32571\" src=\"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/9154888621158917891-300x169.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"169\" srcset=\"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/9154888621158917891-300x169.jpeg 300w, https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/9154888621158917891-1024x576.jpeg 1024w, https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/9154888621158917891-768x432.jpeg 768w, https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/9154888621158917891-1536x864.jpeg 1536w, https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/9154888621158917891-1140x641.jpeg 1140w, https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/9154888621158917891.jpeg 2048w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-32571\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Photo by Dresden Johansen 2025<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/blockquote>\n<p class=\"s2\">A long time ago, before the old stories were recorded, in a land now far away from my own, deep in the forest\u2026a shadow emerged from the underworld. \u00a0A large hulking presence with antlers for a crown. \u00a0He was calm, the forest creatures seemed to congregate around, and a glowing metal torc encircled his neck. \u00a0He looked deep into my ancestors\u2019 souls and reminded them that they were connected to everything around them and that the passage of death was but a bridge. \u00a0The Antlered One and Hooved One they began to call him\u2026Cernunnos, Cernunnos, Cernunnos. \u00a0He blessed the fertility of the land and its people.<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_32570\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-32570\" style=\"width: 234px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-32570\" src=\"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/IMG_2787-234x300.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"234\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/IMG_2787-234x300.jpeg 234w, https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/IMG_2787.jpeg 746w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 234px) 100vw, 234px\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-32570\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Artist: Anthony Machuca<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p class=\"s2\">A name that would eventually be scratched on Roman temples, hammered into a cauldron in Denmark, carved into marble in France, Cernunnos would also be feared by the Christians. \u00a0Was it his connection to nature? \u00a0Role in the afterlife? \u00a0Divine masculine qualities? \u00a0Association with the old world? \u00a0Whatever the conglomerate of meanings that led to his near eradication as time continued on, Cernunnos has enjoyed a resurgence in this current era. \u00a0Will we be able to recapture the old practices exactly as they were done? \u00a0Perhaps not but knowing a little more about this horned diety could help us come to a better understanding of ourselves as participants in this mystery as old as the universe itself.<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_32572\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-32572\" style=\"width: 300px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-32572\" src=\"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/IMG_2823-300x204.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"204\" srcset=\"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/IMG_2823-300x204.jpeg 300w, https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/IMG_2823-768x522.jpeg 768w, https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/IMG_2823.jpeg 960w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-32572\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Gundestrap Cauldron<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p class=\"s2\">Today we have fast communication and beautiful images of nature, but few experiences with her forces like our ancestors explored. \u00a0The result has been a vision of reality that has quickly taken root claiming dominance over nature, and mass belief in an external savior from our perils. \u00a0Division and a deep searching for truth are now as common as Roman roads were in the age of an empire that seemed to have no limit to its influence. \u00a0Could history be repeating itself, a natural cycle coming around again, maybe somewhere today a traveler enters a forest and is greeted by a shadowy figure with antlers adorning his head?<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_32573\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-32573\" style=\"width: 225px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-32573\" src=\"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/FF21E301-09BC-4EB4-B000-914867267C5B-225x300.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/FF21E301-09BC-4EB4-B000-914867267C5B-225x300.jpeg 225w, https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/FF21E301-09BC-4EB4-B000-914867267C5B-768x1024.jpeg 768w, https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/FF21E301-09BC-4EB4-B000-914867267C5B-1152x1536.jpeg 1152w, https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/FF21E301-09BC-4EB4-B000-914867267C5B-1536x2048.jpeg 1536w, https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/FF21E301-09BC-4EB4-B000-914867267C5B-1140x1520.jpeg 1140w, https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/FF21E301-09BC-4EB4-B000-914867267C5B-scaled.jpeg 1920w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-32573\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Our local deer and elk carry the spirit of Cernunnos<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p class=\"s2\">A story like this happened in my life. \u00a0My family was new to this land along the Magic Skagit River, emptying its watersalong the northern coast of the Pacific Ocean. \u00a0We had heard the stories of the Upper Skagit Tribe, finding their guiding spirits in this land, prosperous and beautiful. \u00a0Could those spirits talk to anyone on the land? \u00a0My Upper Skagit friend would say that we are all native, a comforting thought and one filled with great profundity for me. \u00a0My own ancestors were forced to give up their beliefs and practices not unlike my friend in more recent years. \u00a0We are bonded over forging that connection again with the land, its spirits, and beyond.<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_32574\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-32574\" style=\"width: 225px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-32574\" src=\"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/IMG_0094-225x300.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/IMG_0094-225x300.jpeg 225w, https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/IMG_0094-768x1024.jpeg 768w, https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/IMG_0094-1152x1536.jpeg 1152w, https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/IMG_0094-1536x2048.jpeg 1536w, https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/IMG_0094-1140x1520.jpeg 1140w, https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/IMG_0094-scaled.jpeg 1920w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-32574\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">We get many visits from the Elk and Deer each year.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p class=\"s2\">It was August, and I felt the forest calling me into itself. \u00a0Odd I thought, I was trying to get things done on the farm, yet a strange niggling drew me close to the edge of the forest. \u00a0I peered into the dark paths and made my way in, noticing the towering trees and dense understory. \u00a0This place still feels ancient just like it did that day. \u00a0A loud crashing sound brought me to a halt. \u00a0I froze behind a large deeply scared tree trunk as a majestic set of antlers rose out of the forest just up ahead. \u00a0The broad head of an elk emerged, huffing and grunting as he had just climbed up the heavily wooded hill to reach the summit and spotted me, hiding behind a tree. \u00a0The wind must not have alerted him to my scent because he kept coming straight at me until slowing to a rest a few paces in front of me. \u00a0We stared at each other, and I looked into his deep brown eyes. \u00a0I could see his strong muscles tighten as he adjusted his stance, his massive six-pointed antlers slowly scanning like antennae. \u00a0I could feel his breath and smell his musk, then without anything so much as whisper, he turned and tromped back down the hill.<\/p>\n<p class=\"s2\">I stood motionless for quite some time, never having seen elk so close. \u00a0They are massive! \u00a0Big things were going to happen here, I thought. \u00a0Then I felt drawn again into the forest, so I timidly walked to where the enormous bull elk had stood. \u00a0I knelt to put my hand into the space his hoof had carved out of the forest duffand glanced in the direction he traveled. \u00a0Cautiously, I followed his tracks through the brush he had cleared out of the underbrush. \u00a0I easily walked along his path until we came to an opening in the forest. \u00a0The lower field lay ahead, but the bull elk was gone. \u00a0Beyond the field, another thick but narrow forest shelters the Magic Skagit River. \u00a0This is all connected and now I am connected to this as well, I thought.<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_32575\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-32575\" style=\"width: 225px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-32575\" src=\"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/IMG_0484-225x300.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/IMG_0484-225x300.jpeg 225w, https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/IMG_0484-768x1024.jpeg 768w, https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/IMG_0484-1152x1536.jpeg 1152w, https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/IMG_0484-1536x2048.jpeg 1536w, https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/IMG_0484-1140x1520.jpeg 1140w, https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/IMG_0484-scaled.jpeg 1920w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-32575\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">A Forest Deity<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p class=\"s2\">The essence of Cernunnos had returned to me, across an ocean, new land, a people and language different from my own, but here he was connecting, returning from the Underworld, opening me up to more, just beyond my own understanding.<\/p>\n<p>How about connecting with others who have had experiences with Cernunnos? \u00a0You won\u2019t find us at formal gatherings ready to discuss our latest interactions with Cernunnos. \u00a0Perhaps you may glimpse us along a trail, coming out of a forest holding a found stick or sprig of evergreen. \u00a0For most, a central experience involving a deer or elk, male or female is prevalent. \u00a0A feeling of being protected. \u00a0A deep knowing that we are nature and not separate complete the experience with varying levels of messaging included. \u00a0You may even experience Cernunnos giving you a different name to be called!<\/p>\n<p>Many who look into Cernunnos find a deep connection with ancestors as well. When we all look back far enough we see our ancestors living with the land and making connections. \u00a0Do not be surprised if you find a connection to a primal energy source!<\/p>\n<p>I look forward to writing again after Solstice and the new year, welcoming the energy of the Land.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-31878\" src=\"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/05\/headshot-225x300.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/05\/headshot-225x300.jpeg 225w, https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/05\/headshot-768x1024.jpeg 768w, https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/05\/headshot-1152x1536.jpeg 1152w, https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/05\/headshot-1536x2048.jpeg 1536w, https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/05\/headshot-1140x1520.jpeg 1140w, https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/05\/headshot-scaled.jpeg 1920w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>I am a husband, father, farmer, and friend. I live on the banks of the Magic Skagit River, ancestral lands of the Upper Skagit people. I practice rune reading, tarot, land magic, and work with many spirit guides. My life began Pagan but I veered off into the Christian church in college. I found my way back to my Pagan and ancestral roots in 2005 and have journeyed along this path since then.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A long time ago, before the old stories were recorded, in a land now far away from my own, deep in the forest\u2026a shadow emerged from the underworld. \u00a0A large hulking presence with antlers for a crown. \u00a0He was calm, the forest creatures seemed to congregate around, and a glowing metal torc encircled his neck. \u00a0He looked deep into my ancestors\u2019 souls and reminded them that they were connected to everything around them and that the passage of death was but a bridge. \u00a0The Antlered One and Hooved One they began to call him\u2026Cernunnos, Cernunnos, Cernunnos. \u00a0He blessed the fertility of the land and its people. A name that would eventually be scratched on Roman temples, hammered into a cauldron in Denmark, carved into marble in France, Cernunnos would also be feared by the Christians. \u00a0Was it his connection to nature? \u00a0Role in the afterlife? \u00a0Divine masculine qualities? \u00a0Association with the old world? \u00a0Whatever the conglomerate of meanings that led to his near eradication as time continued on, Cernunnos has enjoyed a resurgence in this current era. \u00a0Will we be able to recapture the old practices exactly as they were done? \u00a0Perhaps not but knowing a little more about this horned diety could help us come to a better understanding of ourselves as participants in this mystery as old as the universe itself. Today we have fast communication and beautiful images of nature, but few experiences with her forces like our ancestors explored. \u00a0The result has been a vision of reality that has quickly taken root claiming dominance over nature, and mass belief in an external savior from our perils. \u00a0Division and a deep searching for truth are now as common as Roman roads were in the age of an empire that seemed to have no limit to its influence. \u00a0Could history be repeating itself, a natural cycle coming around again, maybe somewhere today a traveler enters a forest and is greeted by a shadowy figure with antlers adorning his head? A story like this happened in my life. \u00a0My family was new to this land along the Magic Skagit River, emptying its watersalong the northern coast of the Pacific Ocean. \u00a0We had heard the stories of the Upper Skagit Tribe, finding their guiding spirits in this land, prosperous and beautiful. \u00a0Could those spirits talk to anyone on the land? \u00a0My Upper Skagit friend would say that we are all native, a comforting thought and one filled with great profundity for me. \u00a0My own ancestors were forced to give up their beliefs and practices not unlike my friend in more recent years. \u00a0We are bonded over forging that connection again with the land, its spirits, and beyond. It was August, and I felt the forest calling me into itself. \u00a0Odd I thought, I was trying to get things done on the farm, yet a strange niggling drew me close to the edge of the forest. \u00a0I peered into the dark paths and made my way in, noticing the towering trees and dense understory. \u00a0This place still feels ancient just like it did that day. \u00a0A loud crashing sound brought me to a halt. \u00a0I froze behind a large deeply scared tree trunk as a majestic set of antlers rose out of the forest just up ahead. \u00a0The broad head of an elk emerged, huffing and grunting as he had just climbed up the heavily wooded hill to reach the summit and spotted me, hiding behind a tree. \u00a0The wind must not have alerted him to my scent because he kept coming straight at me until slowing to a rest a few paces in front of me. \u00a0We stared at each other, and I looked into his deep brown eyes. \u00a0I could see his strong muscles tighten as he adjusted his stance, his massive six-pointed antlers slowly scanning like antennae. \u00a0I could feel his breath and smell his musk, then without anything so much as whisper, he turned and tromped back down the hill. I stood motionless for quite some time, never having seen elk so close. \u00a0They are massive! \u00a0Big things were going to happen here, I thought. \u00a0Then I felt drawn again into the forest, so I timidly walked to where the enormous bull elk had stood. \u00a0I knelt to put my hand into the space his hoof had carved out of the forest duffand glanced in the direction he traveled. \u00a0Cautiously, I followed his tracks through the brush he had cleared out of the underbrush. \u00a0I easily walked along his path until we came to an opening in the forest. \u00a0The lower field lay ahead, but the bull elk was gone. \u00a0Beyond the field, another thick but narrow forest shelters the Magic Skagit River. \u00a0This is all connected and now I am connected to this as well, I thought. The essence of Cernunnos had returned to me, across an ocean, new land, a people and language different from my own, but here he was connecting, returning from the Underworld, opening me up to more, just beyond my own understanding. How about connecting with others who have had experiences with Cernunnos? \u00a0You won\u2019t find us at formal gatherings ready to discuss our latest interactions with Cernunnos. \u00a0Perhaps you may glimpse us along a trail, coming out of a forest holding a found stick or sprig of evergreen. \u00a0For most, a central experience involving a deer or elk, male or female is prevalent. \u00a0A feeling of being protected. \u00a0A deep knowing that we are nature and not separate complete the experience with varying levels of messaging included. \u00a0You may even experience Cernunnos giving you a different name to be called! Many who look into Cernunnos find a deep connection with ancestors as well. When we all look back far enough we see our ancestors living with the land and making connections. \u00a0Do not be surprised if you find a connection to a primal energy source! I look forward to writing again after Solstice and the new year, welcoming the energy of the Land. I am a husband, father, farmer, and friend. I live on the banks of the Magic Skagit River, ancestral lands of the Upper Skagit people. I practice rune reading, tarot, land magic, and work with many spirit guides. My life began Pagan but I veered off into the Christian church in college. I found my way back to my Pagan and ancestral roots in 2005 and have journeyed along this path since then.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":295,"featured_media":32570,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"iawp_total_views":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[10004],"tags":[11178],"class_list":["post-32546","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-monthly-columns","tag-cernunnos"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32546","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/295"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=32546"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32546\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":32597,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32546\/revisions\/32597"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/32570"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=32546"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=32546"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=32546"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}