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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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Posted by on April 29, 2018 in Uncategorized

 

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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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Posted by on January 15, 2016 in Uncategorized

 

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Prayer to Heimdall

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In 2013, in the middle of a terrible depression, I painted one wall going up the stairs to my previous apartment in huge rainbow panels, with a blue banister. All the other walls were sky blue, and got lighter as you went inside. (It looked awesome, but the truth was that I started to run out of paint so I cut it with white and started to become clouds!)

At the time, I had my feet firmly on Heathen path but I was not aware of the Jotuny nature of my Gods and my Blood. I felt like the Rainbow needed a guardian, and it seemed natural to call on Heimdall, so I also painted a mural of a ram for Him. The paint was mixed with paper upon which I had written a prayer to Him to help protect our home.

I don’t really work much with Heimdall these days – not even so much back then, really.  I never really felt Him there, and that’s fair. However, I came across the prayer recently in an old sketch book, and wanted to share it here.

Hail Heimdall, Guardian of the Bifrost!
Rig, friend of humanity and father of Kings,
Bless my home with your protection and wisdom.

Keep us safe and alert to trouble, so that we may be aware
And act to keep our home safe and frithful.

Hail Heimdall, Watchman of Asgard!

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Posted by on December 17, 2015 in Uncategorized

 

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Deity and the Divine: Poetry

Its been a crazy few weeks! I’m working 6 hour days because along with getting my car repairs taken care of, I am moving as well! The go fund me and necklace sales helped me put together about 2/3 – 3/4 what I needed! That and the over time mean the Jotunmobile will ride again! Whats been getting me through the past few weeks of hard-working have been my faith, and poetry.

In the Northern Tradition, poetry is a Thing. One of the many things Odin gained in his quest for knowledge was the Mead of Poetry, drop of which fell to Midgarth on his flight back to Asgard, those precious drops which provide inspiration to our poets. Odin’s own son, Bragi, is a God of Poetry. It was the love of poetry which caused Snorri Sturlsson to write down the stories from which we learned many tales of our gods.

We are an oral tradition at heart, our poems at their best when recited or read aloud, given the weight of voice. Sumble, one of our most sacred rituals is a formal, ceremonial toasting ritual, which historically took place with honey mead in our horns, representing both the well of wyrd and the sacred mead of poetry.

We are lucky as a tradition to be blessed with great poets, and to be in a time when they are able to share their gifts with us from all corners of the world.

I’d like to share a few of my favourite poems which are either about or remind me of, Angrboda.

Hag of the Ironwood – Seawalker

This poem ends with a phrase that has always hit home with me, and which I incorporate into my prayers.

Whatever it is that Life gives you, she says to me,
Do not let it take you down,
Until, at last, it takes you down.

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Elizabeth Vongvisith has written some of my favourite poems regarding Mrs. A, and has several volumes of poetry available, such as Be Thou My Hearth and Shield: Poetry In the Northern Tradition, and other available here through Asphodel Press

Prayer to Angrboda for the Gift of Will – This is probably my favourite poem ever. This \hit me like a kick in the teeth.

Angrboda’s Lament

A Call to Angrboda

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Another hands down favourite poem is The First Lesson, by Maris Pái. This one was not written specifically about Angrboda, but it strikes a strong chord with me, and its one I have hand written into my devotional book of poems for Mrs. A.

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Michaela Macha is another wonderful poet, who maintain’s the collection of Northern Tradition Poetry, Odin’s Gift

Angrboda

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Over on Heart of Jarnvidr, my devotional tumblr, along with images I post various poems and quotes which remind me of or are about Angrboda, tagged here.

 
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Posted by on March 18, 2015 in Uncategorized

 

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Gnosis, Wisdom, Knowledge

Ages ago, Odin set out to wander the Nine Worlds,
in search of knowledge, and he’s never stopped.
He hung from the Great Tree for Nine Nights,
to obtain the Runes.
When wise Mimir was beheaded,
Odin took the head, worked spells over it,
and kept it for counsel.
To He Who Guards the Well,
His eye he sacrificed to see all.
From the embrace of the daughter of Suttung,
he won back the stolen blood of Kvasir,
the gift of poets, of inspiration.
Against Vafthrdnir he wagered his life
that He knew, and Vafthrdnir is no more.
From her mound, Heith he raised
the wand wielding witch,
Volva brought forth to prophecy,
of the end, and the creation.
Queer things did Freya teach him,
when willingly He wove that wyrd,
seething and shaking in spā.
With Frigga he share his high seat,
and the fates of all men she leaves unspoken.
He who is frenzy wanders to this day,
Gangleri on the road, ever searching for more to know.

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Posted by on March 2, 2015 in Uncategorized

 

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Decommissioning Altar Space

Or: when its time to let go, you gotta let go.

Today, 2/26, I finally took apart the majority of my altar for Odin. Its been time for a long time now.

It was Odin who brought me into Heathenry, and His was the first Northern Tradition altar I had in my home. I have a lovely Dryad Design’s statue; a scrying geode, feathers. All that remains is a greeting card with an image of a raven, which came with the statue, and a stick I brought back from Asgard, which sits between Loki’s space and Frigga’s, which is up,  but may also be modified.

Really, this should have happened ages ago, when I retired my Odin-hoop. (I make my own hoops. My first hoop had prayers and invocations to Odin written on it before being covered with tape.  The last time I used it was when I hooped for Him last summer, to end that chapter.) But I couldn’t bring myself around to it, despite the altar essentially being vacant at that point. I lit candles, made offerings, but…meh. Nothing.

My brother, an Odinsman, agreed with me that it was time for this altar to come down. What it comes down it is that essentially, Odin doesn’t want much to do with me, nor do I have much of anything to do with Him. Just because He’s the one who started me on this path doesn’t mean that He can or should be with me past that. Especially considering the turn my path has taken with Angrboda. (My brother also pointed out that as I do still have a shrine for Loki, that would be the perfect place to offer to Odin when I need to in the future. I’m also planning to keep my print of ‘Odin’s Secret’ hanging up!)

I find that, at least in my experience, its true that when you worship some of the Holy Powers, there are just some you can’t or shouldn’t work with when working with others; however I don’t feel this should carry over into Midgard! Angrboda and Odin are two you might not work with at the same time, but that certainly doesn’t mean Their people can’t, won’t or shouldn’t get along – my brother and I are a perfect example. As I’ve said, he’s Odin’s through and through – and I am Angrboda’s, mostly, and have little interaction with the Aesir. We get along like a house on fire. (That’s probably a terrible metaphor to use in this situation, but what the hell, why not.)

I have great respect for Odin. I am grateful that He put my feet on this path. (I sometimes I get the feeling I was a favour. At that time in my life, it took nothing less than *Odin Himself* showing up to get me to pay attention and get on the right track, else I might never have gotten to Her!)  I am grateful for every terrible lesson I learned from him – even the ones about how broken I could get and still be able to put it all back together. Odin taught me to be specific about how and what I ask, and about making sure I really, really want to know.

I am in no way saying that I will never hail or honor Odin – of course I will, I’m a bloody Heathen. I’m proud to count Odinspeople among my Kindred and community!

Hail to Odin!
Hail to Runatyr, seeker of wisdom!
Hail to the Wanderer, to the One-eyed one,
who seeks the wide world for wisdom.

Hail to the Burden of the Gallows, and of Gunnlod’s arms,
He who rests in Frigga’s embrace, Fulfiller of Desires,
Seducer, Wish-Bringer, Victory Giver!

Hail to the father of Baldur and Thor!
Hail to the Father of Hod and Hermod!
Hail to the Father of Vali and Vidar!
Hail to the Father of Bragi, Bringer of Poetry!

Hail to Sigtýr
Victory Bringer, and Father of Heros,
Hail to Spear Charger, Shield Shaker,
Hail to Glad in Battle, Lord of the Slain!
Hail to Odin!

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Posted by on February 27, 2015 in Uncategorized

 

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The First Lesson

By Maris Pái

The first lesson, She said, is to look at the path before you:
None of this eyes-downcasted fear. No more stomach-clenched dread
Of all the things you don’t and can’t know. Because, Little One,
all the things you don’t and can’t know are legion and I will not
have one of my own flinching at shadows. Look at your path
and do not cower. Square your shoulders and
lift your chin. Have you not realized your own strength by now?

There are as many paths to the Tree as there are stars in the sky:
it matters less which you choose than that you have chosen
and been chosen and that you continue to choose
to put one foot in front of the other and walk the road ahead of you.
Sometimes you will walk on razor-blades, each step an agonized trudge,
and sometimes you will run, eager to reach that which lies ahead, or
eager again to flee that which came before. The dragons you do not slay
may chase you down later and find you unguarded: Better to face them
the first time and not be tripped up later and find that the smoke ahead
is not a friendly bonfire or hearth but new immolation.

I am in the staff by your side and your backbone and your feet
and I am the falcon soaring high above, leading you to the rising sun
and dazzling your eyes when what your focus should be is the journey
and not the potholes.

 

The First Lesson: Maris Pái

HUGINN v1.2 Midsummer 2011; “The Work”

 
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Posted by on September 10, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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