#Marie of Orleans

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Photos: 1. Prince Waldemar of Greece; 2. Marie de Orleans, wife of Prince Waldemar; 3. Marie Bonaparte, wife of Prince George of Greece and Denmark; 4. Prince George of Greece and Denmark; 5. Prince and Princess George of Greece and Denmark and their children Prince Peter of Greece and Denmark and Princess Eugenie of Greece and Denmark; 6. Prince and Princess Waldemar of Greece with their children: Prince Aage Count of Rosenborg, Prince Axel of Denmark, Prince Erik Count of Rosenborg, Prince Vigo Count of Rosenborg, Princess Margrethe of Denmark. 7 and 8: Prince Waldemar of Greece and Prince George of Greece and Denmark; 9: Sitting: Marie Bonaparte, Prince Waldemar, Prince George, and Marie de Orleans surrounded by some of their children; 10. Prince Waldemar and Prince George

Sometimes, the love story is where you least imagine it...

Prince Waldemar of Denmark (1858 -1939) and Prince George of Greece and Denmark (1869 - 1957)

Prince Waldemar of Denmark was the youngest son of King Christian IX and Queen Louise of Hesse-Kessel. Waldemar entered the naval college as a young man in 1879. He was passionate about the navy and had a lifelong naval career; he was Vice Admiral and Admiral of the Danish Fleet. He married Princess Marie of Orleans, a granddaughter of King Louis Phillipe of France; they had four sons and one daughter and remained married until Marie's untimely death. Marie was a very intelligent and unconventional woman, and her life needs to be told at greater length.

Prince George of Greece and Denmark was the second child of George I of Greece and his wife, Grand Duchess Olga Konstantinovna (the Queen of the Hellenes); Prince Waldemar was George I's youngest brother. Therefore, Waldemar was George of Greece and Denmark's uncle. When George I and his wife decided to enroll their son in the Naval college, they took George to live with Waldemar, an admiral in the Danish fleet. George developed a great attachment for his uncle, which continued until Waldemar's death. (Prince George of Greece and Denmark was the cousin who went on Tsarevich Nicholas' European tour and ran to his rescue when Nicholas was attacked in the streets of Japan.)

George of Greece and Denmark married Marie Bonaparte, a very unconventional, wealthy woman who at one point was a disciple of Sigmund Freud and who became a psychotherapist. They had two children and remained married until George's death. She is another woman who deserves a book to herself.

When George married, Waldemar came along on his honeymoon. George would often return to his uncle’s palace for visits. At the end of these visits, George would weep while Waldemar would grow ill, both dreading the pending separation from each other. To their own credit, both French Maries respected the oddly close relationship between uncle and nephew.

Waldemar and George flawlessly fulfilled their military and dynastic duties to their countries. Their wives learned to cope with the unusual situation. They were always well-loved by their extensive families and included in all activities of their many European royal relatives.

George of Greece died at eighty-eight, surviving Waldemar by 18 years. When Waldemar died he had been devastated and found great comfort in his wife; the couple's last years together were their best. George was buried at the Greek Royal burial grounds at Tatoi. He requested to be buried with his wedding ring, a lock of hair from Valdemar, a photo of Valdemar, and earth from Valdemar’s palace. His widow honored this request.(gcl)

Were Valdemar and George more than just nephew and uncle? Perhaps. Were they involved in a strong and loving relationship? Undoubtedly.

Sources:

Lea. (2021, October 29). An odd royal relationship. Medium. https://worldroyals.medium.com/an-odd-royal-relationship-6a405ca16320#:~:text=George%20felt%20abandoned%20by%20his,in%20love%20with%20his%20uncle.&text=When%20George%20reached%20adulthood%2C%20he,%2C%20Catholic%20princess%2C%20Marie%20Bonaparte.

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Monument to Joan of Arc by Princess Marie of Orleans erected at Orleans.

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The impressionist's muse

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American Horror Story : COVEN!

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jean marie hon in new orleans, 1978 ₊ ˚ ⊹

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On September 10th we venerate Elevated Ancestor, Voodoo Queen of Louisiana, & Saint, Marie Catherine Laveau on her 222nd birthday 🎉

[for our Hoodoos of the Vodou Pantheon]

Marie Catherine Laveau was a dedicated Hoodoo, healer, herbalist, & midwife who, "traveled the streets [of New Orleans] like she owned them", as the most infamous Voodoo Queen of New Orleans.

Marie C. Laveau I was born a "Free Mulatto" in today's French Quarter in what was then, New France); to a mother & grandmother who were both born into slavery & later freed via freedom papers. It is believed that she grew up in the St. Ann Street cottage of her maternal grandmother.

She married Jacques Santiago-Paris, a "Quadroon" "Free Man of Color", who fled as a refugee from Saint-Domingue, Haiti from the Haitian Revolution in the former French colony . After his passing, she became known as "The Widow Paris". She then worked as a hairdresser catering to White families & later entered a domestic partnership with a French nobleman his death. She excelled at obtaining inside information on her wealthy patrons by instilling fear in their servants whom she either paid or cured of mysterious ailments. Although she never abandoned her Catholic roots, she became increasingly interested in her mother’s African traditional beliefs. The Widow Paris learned her craft from a ‘Voodoo doctor’ known variously as Doctor John or John Bayou.

Marie C. Laveau I is said to have intiated into Voodoo career sometime in the 1820s. She's believed to be descended from a long line of Voodoo Priestesses, all bearing her same name. She was also a lifelong devout Catholic. It didn’t take long before Marie C. Laveau I dominated New Orleans Voodoo culture & society before claiming title of Queen. She was the 3rd Voodoo Queen of NOLA - after Queen Sanité Dédé & Queen Marie Salopé. During her decades tenure, she was the premier beacon of hope and service to customers seeking private consultations - to aid in matters such as family disputes, health, finances, etc, created/sold gris gris, perforemed exorcisms. While her daughter Marie II was known for her more theatrical displays of public events, Marie C. Laveau I was less flamboyant in her persona. She conducted her work in 3 primary locations throughout the city: her home on St. Ann Street, Congo Square, & at Lake Pontchartrain. Despite one account of a challenge to her authority in 1850, Marie C. Laveau I maintained her leadership & influence.

The Queen died peacefully in her sleep in her ole cottage home on St. Ann Street. Her funeral was conducted according to the rite of the Catholic Church & in the absence of any Voodoo rites. To her Voodoo followers, she's venerated as a Folk Saint. In² addition to her Priesthood in Voodoo and title of Queen, she is also remembered for her community activism; visiting prisoners, providing lessons to women of the community, & doing ritual work for those in need.

She is generally believed to have been buried in plot 347, the Glapion family crypt in Saint Louis Cemetery No. 1, New Orleans. As of March 1st, 2015, there is no longer public access to St. Louis Cemetery No. 1. Entry with a tour guide is required due to continued vandalism & tomb raiding.

We pour libations & give her💐 today as we celebrate her for her love for & service to the people, through poverty, misfortune, bondage, & beyond.

Offering suggestions: flowers + libations at her grave, catholic hymns, holy water, gold rings/bracelets, money

‼️Note: offering suggestions are just that & strictly for veneration purposes only. Never attempt to conjure up any spirit or entity without proper divination/Mediumship counsel.‼️

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Francine Prose - Marie Laveau - Berkley - 1978

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hair + art

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Jean Marie Hon (1978)

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Marie-Amélie, Queen of the French (1782-1866) wife of Louis-Philippe I (1773-1850). By Frédéric Millet.

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angela basset on set of AHS, coven

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Charles II and Marie Louise of Orleans Fanart

"She is the most beautiful of all" Charles II of Spain

The art depicts Charles II introducing his wife to his court and touring her around the Alcazar Real Palace.

I cried the first time I read their love story because it was sad and tragic. It was an affectionate and genuine relationship. Charles II loved his first wife and did everything he could to make her happy. Although Marie Louise did not feel the same way for Charles at first, she eventually fell for him. Despite the people and the Spanish court hating Marie Louise for not producing children, they had a loving relationship. She was exposed to rituals and medicines to cure her "infertility," but she began to weaken over time. One day, while horseback riding, she felt immense pain in her belly and fell ill. Sensing that death was near, confessors were summoned to save her soul. Charles was by her side, holding her hand. She leaned towards him and said, "Many women may be with His Majesty, but none will love him more than I do," before passing away.

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House of Voodoo - A CC collection

I finally re-worked my House of Voodoo set ! In the process of remaking my Voodoo shop lot, I got inspired to make some new recolours to decorate the lot and give you more voodoo/vodou original content. This set is required for the lot to function as intended.

Set info & Download ⬇

This is a set of 7 objects (recolours only).

- 1. Powerful religious figures portrait. 10  swatches. I think you need Living Together for that one. I’m working on more swatches, stay tuned ! - 2. Vodou flags/drapo. 10 swatches. Pretty sure it’s BGC.. - 3. Vodou posters. 10 swatches. Requires University! These are the ones you can spot on the shop’s wall ! - 4. The Book of Voodou. This is a bit of an experiment, I wanted to try myself at retexture non-flat objects. MESH REQUIRED *find it here* (you only need the botanical book open book) - 5. Entrance sign (’Strange gods, strange altars’). Base game compatible. - 6. Marie Laveau’s shop neon sign. Requires City Living ! also it’s a bit big but ya know, just shrink it. It’s not perfect especially when it lights up at night but I like it the feeling of it! - 7. Vévé (traditionnal Vodou sigil). Requires Realm of Magic! 5 swatch, find it under ‘rugs’. I’m working on more swatches ! I’m also trying to transform it into a meditation spot, if anyone knows how to do that...

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Marie Laveau 🐍

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>>What is life? A fantasy? A prize we seek so eagerly? That proves to be illusory?

I think that life is but a dream, And even dreams not what they seem.  -Calderón de la Barca, Life is a Dream.

>>He should have died first. It was as simple as that. Death went for men first, most of the time. It had always been the women’s burden to become widows, to mourn their husbands and to face the fate that came after the passing of those who they swore would be their one and only. And the Death had been his nearest companion, even since the cradle, when he was so sick and frail that the French envoy were horrified at the sight of his weakness; but, oddly enough, the Grim Reaper had spared him, year after year, taking his brothers’ life in the infancy, his baby sister in the cradle; his older sister, Margarita Teresa, in childbirth; His father, when he was just a toddler. But he still stood. More lonely, more weakened, more weary; king of Spain, master of the empire, but trapped in a painful prison of flesh. He should have died first. Yet, it was Marie Louise who laid inside the coffin. In little more than a month, she would have been twenty seven, but now, she would always remain twenty six. Twenty six. That was no age for dying. The roses of youth are still blossoming, and the maturity is nothing but a distant shadow; it was meant to be an age of beauty, of strength, of vigour, of passion. But now, the only thing that remained was the cold of the grave and the fading roses that rested over the coffin, as dead as the Death itself. He felt like a failure. Had that angelical creature that now cooled inside that dark prisión of wood and dust ever had a moment of joy with him? He didn’t know. He truly didn’t know. Her last words: “Many women may be with His Majesty, but none will love him more than I do” were the final prove of the tender love she had had for him —who could lie in his deathbed? Who?—, but he knew that his wife had not found joy in the rigid Spanish court, without friends, without music or dance or merriment of any form, without her family. He could have not provide her safety, or pleasure. He even hadn’t been able to give her a son, the king bitterly remembered, a lack that had been the burden of her young life. He should have done more. He should have loved her more, enough to protect her from the melancholic and the despise and the even Death. He should have died first and let her free. He should have…

“You should have buried me” he said in a hoarse whisper, “Not the other way around” A silent tear fell and, after days of profound grief, the King of Spain bid farewell to the woman he loved the most. 

@marianadecarlos Old art of mine made after said episode in Memoria de España.