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The original chapel from the Bohemian Forest was reconstructed on this side of the former "Iron Curtain" in Philippsreut. The many displaced persons served as a substitute for the once unattainable and lost sanctuary. It took 3 years to build the chapel faithfully in Philippsreut. The community supervisor of Obermoldau and initiator of the replica, Mr. Emil Weber, has acquired great and unforgettable merit, among other "fellow campaigners" around this memorial. 40 years after the expulsion - the solemn inauguration of the new Tussetkapelle took place on July 27, 1985 by the then Passau Bishop Franz Xaver Eder - the Bohemian Foresters from their former home had finally found a new and worthy center with this memorial. The book on the history of the birth of the new Tusset Chapel with many other interesting contributions is in the chapel and can be purchased for € 2.50. Every year on the 15th of August a pilgrimage takes place in honor of Our Lady of Tussethill.
Source: http://www.philippsreut.de/kultur/baudenkmaeler-kirchen-und-kapellen/kirchen-und-kapellen/tussetkapelle-philippsreut.html
Germany? Before the beginning there was Ginnungagap, an empty space of nothingness, filled with pure creative power. (Sort of like the inside of my head.)And it ends with Ragnarok, the twilight of the Gods. In between is much fighting, betrayal and romance. Just as a good Godly story should be.Heroes have their own graveyard called Valhalla. Unfortunately we cannot show you a panorama of it at this time, nor of the lovely Valkyries who are its escort service.Hail Odin, wandering God wielding wisdom and wand! Hail Freya, hail Tyr, hail Thor!Odin made the many lakes and the fish in them. In his traverses across the lands he caused there to be the Mulheim Bridge in Cologne, as did he make the Mercury fountain, Mercury being of his nature.But it is to the mighty Thor that the Hammering Man gives service.Between the time of the Nordic old ones and that of modern Frankfort there may have been a T.Rex or two on the scene. At least some mastodons for sure came through for lunch, then fell into tar pits to become fossils for us to find.And there we must leave you, O my most pure and holy children.Text by Steve Smith.