most things that were used to kill or repel demons were just antibacterial or very healthy. bacteria can’t live for long on a silver surface. garlic is hella good for your immune system. holy water is water that you’re not allowed to shit in.
I don’t have a point I’m trying to make I just think it’s kinda cool where supernatural beliefs intersect with real science
Bacteria are demons
The entire set of rules on which foods are kosher or not is basically a guide on how to eliminate food poisoning in a pre-industrial society.
Salt is a disinfectant too.
Considering ancient people attributed disease to demonic possession, it makes sense they’d correlate antibacterial methods with anti-demonic ones.
Our ancestors weren’t stupid (not any stupider than us, at least), they just lacked the knowledge we have today.
Do y’all remember the 2006-2009 era of kids movies that were all about hidden fantasy and adventure and they all had the same vibes but wildly different stories? Cause I do.
*plays assassins creed to study for my ap history exam*
This is actually really funny. In high school my humanities teacher told us a story about one of the Europe trips he had gone on with the school a few summers past. So him and the group of kids were in the middle of Rome and the tour guide had gotten lost. They could figure out how to get to some church they were going to see. All of a sudden one of the students like call attention to himself. He says he knows where to go and just start walking around the streets, taking back roads and side streets and within 20 mins they’re at the church they needed to get to. My teacher asks the kid if he has every been to Italy before. He says no, he just knew where to go because he played Assassins Creed Brotherhood.
Hey, do you know that feeling of hitching up a long skirt so you don’t fall on your face when walking upstairs, and then you immediately become a wretched yet resolute Jane Austen character? It’s a universal thing, right?
It’s like resting a laundry basket against your hip and suddenly you’re a long-suffering peasant woman, wondering if you’ll survive the winter.
a shawl wrapped around the shoulders and you’re wandering the moors in a Brönte novel, feeling melancholic
Looking out the window at the rain and you’re a love-stricken newlywed wondering when your husband will return from the war.
Long skirt billowing behind you while to go down the stairs, you’re a proper Lady in a flowing ball gown being introduced at a fancy social function.
Hair blowing in the wind and suddenly you’re hovering on a cliff by the sea, staring out into the waves and praying your merchant husband will return from his voyage across the ocean
Hood up against the rain and wind and you’re a medieval abbess defying the weather and travelling on foot with your people to find a place to establish a new community.
Wiping your hands on your apron and you’re an 18th century kitchen girl rushing to let in the delivery boy you secretly love.
A professor asked if I prefer “Miss” or “Mister” (because nb) and I accidentally said “ya boi” without thinking so now I have a professor that calls me “ya boi Rogers” every time I see him.
