Victoria Highlanders - Crest

Crest

The team’s colours are white, black, and gold. These colours are the primary colours for the Clan Campbell coats of arms related to club founder Alex Campbell Jr.’s heritage. The heraldic color white signifies purity and sincerity, gold has the meaning of generosity and glory, while black connotes fidelity and prudence.

The crest consists of a double-headed celtic swirl, triskele, or triple spiral with a hub of a soccer ball. A triskele is a common artistic symbol used in various cultures around the world, but is usually associated with Celtic art. The triple spiral or triskele is a symbol meaning a number of different things to different people. For some it is a symbol of the holy trinity, for others a symbol of pre-Celtic paganism representing land, sea, and sky, the idea of spirit, mind, and body, or the deity Manannán. Manannán is a sea deity associated with the Isle of Man, a deity of the weather and mists between the worlds. Still others associate the symbol with the tomb of Newgrange and harmony. Finally others associate the Celtic triskele as a symbol of female power, of the transition and evolution of body, mind, and spirit embodied in the maid, mother, and crone or the cycle of pregnancy. The hub, the soccer ball, symbolizes the unity of the three powers. The whorls oriented in opposite directions specify balance.

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