Showing posts with label Wichtelkirche. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wichtelkirche. Show all posts

Monday, 20 July 2009

The Devil's Crown part 3: Helfenstein

So far we’ve established that Hasungen may have been the site of an early Christian hermitage, founded on top of a hill where pagans used to gather on the summer solstice in order to do pagan things. Indeed, a stream that flows from the foot of Hasungen is still known as Teufelsborn, ‘Devil’s Spring’, and one mile to the north is another stream called Heiligenbach, ‘Holy Beck’, perhaps so named because early baptisms took place there.

Across the valley from Hasungen is a combe called Heilerbachtal, which we’ve already visited. The most exciting thing, however, is at the head of the combe: Helfenstein, a massive basalt formation that looks as though it was frozen while erupting out of the grassy peak.


To give some idea of scale, the bowl-shaped rise is about 250 metres across and 50 metres high. When you’re standing at the top of the combe, Helfenstein simply siezes your senses and draws you towards it. Only when you reach it do you realise how tall and steep it is; it takes a good five minutes of clambering to reach the top.


The best way to approach is from the north-west side (1). You follow a winding track up the slope, picking through the rough grass and vegetation, to a cluster of horn-like extrusions (2). By this point you’re already out of breath, taking care not to slip on the increasingly rocky ground, and it’s all you can do to crane your neck up to look at the looming sentinels as you climb between their shadows.

Once near the top, you pass by the side of the central extrusion and head towards the tallest and most distant (3). This was the focus of Bronze Age rituals, and in later medieval times was used as a fortified lookout post. There’s no evidence of conversion-period activity here, but then we wouldn’t necessarily expect there to be, since religious rituals in exposed natural settings often leave no archaeological traces.


This final outcrop is one of the weirdest places I’ve ever been. You can see here how large it is - if you look closely you can make out a tiny Carolyn standing bottom right. The weirdest thing, though, is believing that it’s an entirely natural feature. It just looks... freaky.

For one thing, the way the volcanic rock formed and cooled several million years ago has resulted in a flight of ‘steps’ that lead you up the northern side to the very top. Here’s a close-up of the steps:


Quite bizarre. Not only that, but the steps lead towards a large platform at the top which has its own natural ‘altar’, an alcove protected on three sides by sloping rocks, with the fourth, open side looking directly towards - of all places - Heilerbachtal, Wichtelkirche and Hasungen.


In order to test whether this ‘altar’ would have been suitable for, say, human sacrifices, Carolyn and I did a little test.

Thanks to Carolyn for the photo!

Result. But what does all this mean for Boniface? There’s no direct evidence that Helfenstein was ever visited in the eighth century. I can only fall back on supposition and circumstance: Hasungen appears to have been important at the time, in part surely because of its unique solstice relationship with Helfenstein. The combe below Helfenstein has a stream called Heilerbach, ‘Healing Beck’, along with the Wichtelkirche, which I suggested derived its name from ‘Holy Valley’. All this points towards Helfenstein’s special status in the landscape.

Finally, if Helfenstein was some kind of ritual site in the conversion period, it chills me to think what the Anglo-Saxon missionaries would have made of it. They had no concept of geology or any understanding of the natural processes which could create something like this. They must have looked at Helfenstein and assumed that someone or something had created it; when they saw those great columns twisting out of the earth, the huge flight of steps leading up to the altar, they may have seen not a natural curiosity, but a monstrous, perverted imitation of church architecture - a nightmarish temple wrought by the hands of Satan to his own glory: the Devil’s Crown.

Wednesday, 8 July 2009

The Devil's Crown part 1: Wichtelkirche

A couple of weeks ago I made a last-minute evening dash to a place called Helfenstein in the hope of finding some meaningful relationship between the natural rock formations and the solstice sunset that might strengthen my outlandish theory that this was a very special place when Boniface came to convert Hessia. No luck that day, but I was in for a surprise. But here's my theory.

This is part of the Warme valley, whose river flows from south to north. At this point it is joined by three streams with curious names: A) Heiligenbach ('holy beck'); B) Teufelsborn ('devil's spring'); C) Heilerbach ('healing beck').


Individual names might be random, but when you have a cluster of them like this, you know something is going on. Heilerbach runs from F) Helfenstein, the massive rock formation I visited on the solstice, past the foot of E) Wichtelkirche, a weird spire-like basalt extrusion that thrusts up some 25 metres from the valley floor.


The Wichtelkirche, 'gnome church', is what first poked me in the eye when I was poring over maps of the area about a year ago. There's a lovely old fairytale about how a gnome king (Wichtelkönig) built a church on this spot to impress a local shepherdess into marrying him. But when she jilted him at the altar, there was a tremendous clap of thunder and the church turned into solid black rock. Hence it is known as the Wichtelkirche.


Now, I'm not saying this story is necessarily wrong, but I had another idea that 'Wichtel' here doesn't actually mean 'gnome', but comes from the Old High German wih-tal, which means 'sacred valley'. Logically enough, the huge spire-like rock became known as the wih-tal-kirihe, 'sacred valley church', but over time wih-tal was confused with the word Wichtel, which, by sheer coincidence, means 'gnome'. Thus the story of the gnome king was born.

The Wichtelkirche has a kind of natural platform near the top where someone actually built a tiny wooden castle in the olden days (long since vanished). But you can still climb up, as I did with Carolyn, and enjoy the fine views over the Warme valley.


I would put money on the theory that this platform was once used for some kind of pagan-type activity. I would do so even if the only evidence were the rock itself, its name and the 'healing beck' that flows directly beneath it. But since coming here I've learned an awful lot more, and now I can see that the Wichtelkirche is only one part of a much bigger picture...