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On Surtr

Unfortunately, my tier of WordPress does not allow me to create a post with linkable footnotes. I have created a link to a PDF of my essay with footnotes and clickable links.

For my full piece “On Surtr” you may view it as a pdf at this link.

I wanted to take some time to address the issue of Surtr and Heathen Theology after some of the recent conflicts at a class at North East Thing (NET, formerly East Coast Thing, ECT). I was not in attendance at this event, and only read the text of the “Heretical Heathenry” class, which was brought to my attention via a public accountability post regarding the presenters experience of the event. While I have not attended NET or its predecessor, I do have friends who are current and former attendees. 

From what I gather one of the contentious moments in the class centered around Surtr and his inclusion or disinclusion in ritual space, his worship and on some level, our role in our cosmology. As a child of Angrboda, a volva and a Heathen whose worship has been primarily Jotun focused for over a decade who has repeatedly been asked “why” with regards to my gods I wanted to use this as a jumping off point to address the outlook and understanding of Jotunfolk in relation to how we understand the powers within our religion through the example of Surtr.

for the rest of the piece “On Surtr” you may view it as a pdf at this link

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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