Episode 91: Season Six Prologue

Old Gods of Appalachia

The Season Six Prologue of 'Old Gods of Appalachia' sets a haunting tone for the new season, blending poetic narration with eerie imagery. I

Key takeaways

• The true danger lies not in the dark itself, but in our reliance on light as a false sense of security.

Main topics

• Appalachian folklore and oral tradition
• Confronting hidden truths and ancestral secrets

Notable quotes

Candles burned against the darkness provide the very light that casts the longest shadow.

Conclusion

The prologue concludes with a solemn invitation to listeners: gather around the fire, embrace

Transcript preview

Speaker 3 (0:01) Well, hey there, family. If you love old gods of Appalachia, and want to help us keep the home fires burning, but maybe aren't comfortable with the monthly commitment, well, you can still support us via the ACAST supporter feature. No gift too large, no gift too small. Just click on the link in the show description, and you too can toss your tithe in the collection plate. Feel free to go ahead and do that right about now. Speaker 3 (0:32) Old Gods of Appalachia is a horror anthology podcast and therefore may contain material not suitable for all audiences. So listener discretion is advised. Speaker 2 (1:02) Oh, Appalachia. Speaker 3 (1:04) Oh, mother, who has filled our heads and hearts with maps and legends to keep us on the straight and narrow. Iron-edged truth wrapped in the softness of your stories, teaching us the lessons that keep us safe. Both feet on the path, one in front of the other, eyes locked, never once looking off into the trees, never following that voice calling from the throat of night. We Speaker 2 (1:34) have learned. Much from what Speaker 3 (1:36) you have spun for us, O teller of tales and weaver of endless yarns, we have grown tall in the shade of the green and are eager to be fed. But we know there is much more to learn. Take us off the milk and put us on to the meat so that we might hear true and be stronger for it. Let us wander now the Speaker 2 (2:02) stacks of that leprosy library held Speaker 3 (2:04) in the minds and tongues of our mamaw's and mama's, our papa's and daddy's. Let us sneak into the deepest root cellar where the stories our youngest uncle told us when nobody else would are stacked like jars of pickled gossip. Let us Speaker 2 (2:21) gather now. Speaker 3 (2:23) and speak the bones of those stories best left unspoken into the thick air of this place. Let us make it heavy with the weight of the things we were until now unprepared to carry in our hearts like blood clots made of memories. Let us sit at the feet of those who raised us and pay heed to the secrets they promised they'd share when we were older. Speaker 1 (2:48) We Speaker 3 (2:52) are older now. Years like whetstones both sharpen and grind us away in the same smooth motion. Our skin is thicker, our stomach stronger, so fill our bellies with this bitter brew of blackened roots and hard truths. Show us why Speaker 2 (3:10) we should fear the