For the woman of Judges 19

I’m currently taking a class which focuses on sex, gender and power in the Bible. I admit that at first, I anticipated that this class would be boring – I do sometimes fall into the pagan habit of being dismissive of the Abrahamic faiths. But I must admit, once I got back into it I began enjoying the discussion, particularly from my perspective now as an adult feminist. My professor is very insightful, as well as having a near exhaustive memory for finding the chapter and verse of whatever story I half remember at the moment.

I read the Bible cover to cover, once, in my teens, and apparently forgot quite a bit of it – or never really processed it in the first place. I did not recall the story of Judges 19 (links to the NSRV text we are using in class), or perhaps I confused it with Sodom and Gomorrah, which makes sense – the story has similar themes. In both, visitors to a city were in the home and under the protection of a towns member, in both the male visitors were threatened with rape by a crowd of men, and in both women (3/4 of which were specifically virgin daughters of the protectors) were offered to the rapacious crowed in lieu of the men.

However unlike Sodom and Gomorrah, where the strangers were angels of the God of Abraham who struck the would be rapists blind, in Judges one of those women was actually handed over to the crowd.

That woman, the wife of the Levite who was visiting the city, is violently sexually assaulted by the men through out the night, and is found in the morning, bloodied and laying on the ground with her hand on the step out side the door. Her husband orders her to get up, and she cannot, either already dead at this point or gravely injured. He puts her on a donkey, and when home, dismembers her body into 12 pieces, which he sends to the tribes of Israel to show the slight against him by the Benjamites.

This woman is never named, not once. She is at best known as “the Levite’s Concubine“, and her rape and death are the inciting incident of the Benjamite War.

Because we are focusing on power and gender, a big part of our class discussion was the fact that this woman was never given a name, any description of her, nor any idea of her motivations and feelings. This a theme throughout the Bible, where we also find many texts that contain women, but which do not contain the stories of (many) women.

Even the art created of this story tends to objectify the woman – there are paintings of her raped body propped up against the door, draped across the step, over the back of the donkey, being dismembered (including an image from the middle ages which included details of her disembowelment) and even a Lego version, but very few of the woman alive or with any dignity.

I did not want to depict her that way. The image attached to this post is not specifically the woman of Judges – it is art from the #SheToo series of the Bible Society Podcast, a 7 part series discussing stories of violence against women in the Bible. The 4th episode discusses this story and provides some excellent context for the actions and set up in the Judges text.

As a feminist, as a woman, as a non-binary person and as a victim of sexual violence, I was furious at this text (lets be real, most of the stories we’ve read in this class have made me angry, but this one was particularly upsetting.) Its clear from the reading that this is not a good or laudable action – her death leads to a civil war among the Hebrews and SO much rape and murder. The Judges texts are presenting a period of time when Israel had no king to lead and guide them, and this is an example of the things that happen when the land was lawless.

Yet still, its troubling. On the podcast #SheToo, they discuss these violent stories of women, and point out that despite the fact that these stories are in the Bible, they are not aspirational, but warnings of how not to behave. At the same time, some of these texts have been used to justify abhorrent behavior and beliefs, including sexual violence against women and supporting slavery.

On a personal level, I think it is important for us to bear witness too the lives and fates of these women, to remember them AS women, and not just as victims. This is why I was so pleased when our professor asked us to think about an obituary for this woman, and I felt moved to write this poem for her.

For the woman of Judges 19

Hail to the unnamed woman

Like Cassandra before you, your wisdom was ignored
You ran from one man to another
	Your patriarch plead your case to your man,
	and you were handed over to

Your master’s care and protection

(Such tender care) 

Like Iphiginia before you, so trusting of your father
bidding you to marry
and yet handing you over to brutality and death

(Like father, like son/-in-law)

And then from the frying pan to the fire
Your own man hands you off to save his own ass

(Literally)

Like so many women before you, in your abuse your voice was stolen
Your name erased and YOUR story untold
Except that you were angry, and you left

(How dare you?)

Like so many women after you, in your death your story was stolen
   again
	Your death twisted and used as justification for war
		and more evil deeds to come.

Like so many women before you, the outcry against your treatment 
comes only at the end,
	and men call for the blood of your rapists
		but not the ones who handed you over to be raped.

		(may the blood on their hands and their paving stones never wash off)

I see you, woman
	I know you Sister,
		I will remember you as you were
		and I will tell your story as best I can.


(by Úlfdís, 2/2022)

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Angrboda Devotional – Call For Submissions

Working Title: Mother of Wolves, Mother of Monsters: Devotions for Angrboda, Hag of the Ironwood

Edited by Úlfdís

The giantess old | in Ironwood sat,
In the east, and bore | the brood of Fenrir;
Among these one | in monster’s guise
Was soon to steal | the sun from the sky.
Voluspo Stz 40, Bellows

Angrboda: Her name translates as “Bearer of Woe”, “She Who Brings Sorrow” and most ominously, “Foreboding.” Known in the primary sources as Loki’s wife and mother of their three terrifying children, Hel, Fenris and The Serpent, and believed by many to be the Seeress Odin raised from her mound, she is also one of the Mothers in the Rokkr pantheon (having literally given birth to many of them), a völva , and a mighty Chieftain. Feared by some, misunderstood by many, and deeply loved by those who know themselves to be Hers, Angrboda is nothing if not fierce.

I am seeking poems, prayers, essays, rituals and other written pieces honoring Angrboda, Her family and kin, exploring her relationship with other entities in the Nine Worlds, personal experiences with Herself including UPG/PCPG, and anything else related to Angrboda for a devotional anthology.

Please email submissions no later than: 2/1/2020 to: Ulfdis@Ironwoodwitch.com as a PDF or in GoogleDocs.  Submission should include the subject line format: Devotional Submission – ‘Title of your work’

Contributors will receive a PDF copy of the book, and will retain ALL rights to their pieces, and can use them as they will after publication. Contributors will eventually have to provide a legal name/mailing address for sending a release form, but will be credited in print by whatever name they request, or anonymously if they prefer.

Proceeds of the book will be donated to the Sylvia Rivera Law Project. The Sylvia Rivera Law Project works to guarantee that all people are free to self-determine gender identity and expression, regardless of income or race, and without facing harassment, discrimination or violence.

Submission Deadline: 2/1/2020

 

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Waiting

I am a woman waiting for an apocalypse
One day, my howling children will pluck the stars from the sky
They will consume their heavenly bodies
and shit stardust for Aftertimes.

I am a woman waiting for an apocalypse
One day my erstwhile lover will captain a ship of the Dead to battle
They will fight the einherjar; dead will fight dead will fight dead
and my lover will kill, and be killed by his old foe.

I am a woman waiting for an apocalypse,
One day, the sea will roil with rage, my serpentine child rearing up for Revenge
Their life will be lost,
but Thor will fall dead within Nine steps.

I am a woman waiting for an apocalypse,
One day, the Chaos I bore will free himself, eyes blazing, jaws wide to catch up
the One Eyed One, swallowed whole
before he himself is torn asunder

I am a woman waiting for an apocalypse
One day, my daughter will open the gates wide
She will welcome her siblings, and
the dead will march back down the Hel-road home again

I am a woman waiting for an apocalypse,
One day, the crowing of Fjalar will rouse my children to the final battle.
Then, all debts will be paid,
In full, and in Blood.

I am a woman, waiting for an apocalypse,
One day, all I have seen will come to pass.
I bide my time in the East, with my wild children,
honing the blade of my knife.

I am a Woman.
Waiting for the Apocalypse.

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Of Lilith

I will be a hairy woman
like Lilith
and steal the seed of men
and leave them aching
for lack of sleep and untapped lust
I will fly through the desert,
the woods, across all the land
on my hair, and
scream horribly in the night.

-Úlfdís, 2018

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The Road to Hel

I wrote this just over a year ago, and wanted to share it again.

Ironwood Witch

They say “The road to Hel is paved with good intentions.”

(Yes)

(And Intestines, the restless writhing mess,
it is paved with the teeth of the dead
from mouths made sour by words unsaid

Its paved with the sharp shins,
the straight spines shattered,
the knee of those who remain unbending

The Road to Hel is paved with the skulls of your enemies
If thy enemies are Cowardice, Shame and Fear
for it is that conquered road which will bring peace.

Its paved with the hands of many
untold ages, lifting you up
guiding you to a long Remembered place.

The Road to Hel is caked with the mud
of ten hundred thousand times ten thousand journeys
and the strange prints of those who came before.

Its lit with the stories
of the walks to this door:

“Life is a slow march towards Death”

and

“You have gone nowhere Someone hasn’t walked before”

and…

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Heathen Holiday Crafts: Rune Ornaments

This one was a lot of fun and super, super easy.  All you need is paint, paper, and string or ornament hooks and glue.

First, you cut the paper, which needs to be stiff (I used watercolour paper) into squares which were about 3×3, and then fold them in half so they open like a book.

ornaments1

Each of the 33 Runes and ornaments was painted individually, in the order they appear. I selected two colours that I associate with each rune, and would first paint the background, then the rune.

In the “front” I painted the runes in the second colour:

ornaments3

And the “back” I painted the name and an image of some kind I also associate with them or which help illustrate the meaning.

ornaments2

After the paint dried, I used a thick sewing needle to make a small hole in the upper corner of the fold, about 1/4 inch from the top and threaded a gold string through. I knotted it and then tucked the ends inside the fold before glueing them together with tacky glue

Put them between waxed paper in a heavy book to help them dry flat – as you can see, Raidho (and Algiz, but it fixed up better) got stuck together.  If you use thicker card stock, you don’t have to double up your paper. I was working with what I had on hand.

In hindsight, I realized that hooks are so easy and cheap to find they had them at the CVS I went to the next day, and were I to make them over again, I would definitely use hooks instead of loops of string, as the loops will break eventually and are not as easy to hang on the branches.

Yule Tradition: Divination

Last year I started a Yuletide tradition for myself that I am continuing this year. I know I saw the idea on someone else’s blog ages ago and I can’t remember where, but I thought it was a fantastic idea for seasonal divination.

Each night of the 12 nights of yule, I draw a rune for each of the next 12 months. I spend some time in meditation, draw a rune, and then journal about it and what it indicates for that month of the year.

I started last night, as it was the Solstice, and historically the Northern folks counted days from evening to evening, not morning to morning so while today is Yule, yesterday was the start, at least for me.

It is a simple thing, but powerful, and last year the tides and themes were on point.

I tweaked a bit from last year, doing more journaling and less focus on dreaming, as I rarely dream (last year I slept on each rune, but had no dreams I could recall). I had also been doing the draws in the morning rather than evening due to my ridiculous work schedule, so I was trying to record one new rune and dream journal from the night before.

The first rune jumped out of the bag. I had my selection between my fingers and half way out the bag when this one dropped on the ground and demanded attention, and glad I am of it – January looks like it will be a surprisingly good month.

gebo by RomOnFire
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A Mother’s Day prayer for those whose earthly mothers are lacking

Happy mothers day to the moms, soon to be moms and trying to be moms in my life. To those of us with terrible moms we choose to be estranged from: at least our dads are cool.

A Mother’s Day Prayer
For those whose earthly mothers are lacking

Hail Angrboda, Mother of Monsters:
May I have the will to keep on my road, even when lost.

Hail Sigyn, Mother of Grief:
May my sorrows be bearable, even when sharp

Hail Freya, Mother of Treasure:
May I remember my value, even when knocked down.

Hail Frigga, Mother of Light:
May I remember that even when in darkness, light comes from me.

Hail Rind, Mother of Vengeance:
May what comes forth from me be my revenge, a life well lived.

Hail Jarnsaxa, Mother of Strength:
May I always be strong enough to always do better than my past.

Hail Hela, Mother of Death:
Take what sorrows I cannot bear any longer and lay them at the feet of my ancestral mothers, so they may know I tried.

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Practical Rune Magic: Ior

Practical runic car magic: I have a friend who uses Isa as their go to protective rune for their car and while driving.

I can see why, since Isa, as the Ice rune, is a great rune for sliding on by and making sure you’re not seen (such as when you’re speeding, or parking illegally.)

However, the downside to that is the same as the upside – sometimes you don’t see ice. The few times I’ve used Isa and forgotten to remove it have generally ended with folks just missing me at the last minute.

Earlier this summer, I had a little incident with my car where the passenger side window would not roll up. I was not able to get this fixed for over two weeks because I didn’t have the funds to repair it. I also live in a somewhat rough neighborhood where leaving your car window open isn’t the best idea. Plus…rain was coming.

So I did all the practical stuff – removed my EZ pass, phone charger, anything I couldn’t afford to lose and locked the glove compartment. Parked on a main street with the window facing the one way road. But before that, driving home, I was angry and frustrated, particularly as had I been told by the person who gave me the car the motor was going, I’d have stopped using it until I had gotten it repaired!). In my frustration, I ran through the runes in my head looking for help, and bam, there it was. Ior.

Image from Shadowlight: Iormungand

Ior is the rune of the World Serpent, which is found in the Anglo-Saxon Futhorc set of runes (The Futhorc is 33 runes – the 24 runes from the Elder Futhark with an additional aett +1). One of my teachers associates Ior with the keyword of BOUNDARIES. Clearly – Jormungandr is literally the boundary between Midgard and Ginnungagap; encircling and protecting us from the void.

So I galdred Ior in my car, and I also like to make the Jotunmobile look like a great crouching beast that one wouldn’t want to approach.

Two weeks with no window and some really pathetic plastic coverings, and not a thing was damaged by human or rain.

I used it again recently which is what inspired this post.  I was desperate to get to my appointment. I had to pee and I was having a hell of a time finding a parking spot near my doctor’s office in Old City at night. I finally parked illegally on the block of the office, in front of a hydrant, and again placed Ior on my car before running in.  I figured I’d have a ticket by the time i left – in fact as I was stepping out my car there were cops both walking and driving down the street.  Not a thing.

I personally prefer Ior of Isa as a protective rune for items in motion, but I’d love to hear other folks experiences with both in the comments.

The Road to Hel

 

They say “The road to Hel is paved with good intentions.”

(Yes)

(And Intestines, the restless writhing mess,
it is paved with the teeth of the dead
from mouths made sour by words unsaid

Its paved with the sharp shins,
the straight spines shattered,
the knee of those who remain unbending

The Road to Hel is paved with the skulls of your enemies
If thy enemies are Cowardice, Shame and Fear
for it is that conquered road which will bring peace.

Its paved with the hands of many
untold ages, lifting you up
guiding you to a long Remembered place.

The Road to Hel is caked with the mud
of ten hundred thousand times ten thousand journeys
and the strange prints of those who came before.

Its lit with the stories
of the walks to this door:

“Life is a slow march towards Death”

and

“You have gone nowhere Someone hasn’t walked before”

and that on this road, is comforting.)

Yes.

The Road to Hel is paved with good intentions.

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