Thor’s particular enemy is Jormungand, the enormous sea serpent who encircles Midgard, the world of human civilization. In one myth, he tries to pull Jormungand out of the ocean while on a fishing trip, and is stopped only when his giant companion cuts the fishing line out of fear. Thor and Jormungand finally face each other during Ragnarok, however, when the two put an end to each other.
on the colorised picture we see Thor fighting the midgaard serpent while Fenris is watching them
Any resemblance with the fictional caracter TinTin is just a coincidence
#thor #asatru

My vision. When you see or hear "Who were the vikings?". You feel fire in your heart. Were? What do you mean 'were'?
You are still here completely.
The Vikings went somewhere?
Like sailed off on a fishing trip and decided not to come back home?

What do you think it is that has people put it that way?
In their documentaries and lessons.
It's a mindset and a heart, not a sum of external parts.

My vision is you can easily rise and say, 'we are still here'. This is not a corpse body or fading memory we romanticize.

Still having adventures now.
Building communities, entire worlds. Now.
Doing it as only you possibly could.
The world will not just simply 'not be the same' without you.

You are sunlight, not some distant stars.
The world is not at all, without you.
There is no without you, because there is no longer the world.
Something else is going on, at that point.

Blend seamlessly with the nature, as you are and naturally embody.
Always have. Always will
We are not hiding in the hills.

Also my best Cod! Hoping to beat this in the winter. Northumberland is great for winter Cod fishing.

Nóatún is my simple tribute to the god Njörð and his representation of the placidity and fullness of the sea and what it offers to human kind.

https://youtube.com/shorts/Gs6G4cmcfzM?si=7germ9wSeCZgx9Eo

#njord #skald #sangerkonst #kraviklyre #music #noatun #sea #ocean #fishing #vanir

Loki, the Changer of Ways, and the Heralds of Ragnarök
Part 2



Hel was born half-dead into the world, her deeply fateful blood turning her into a symbol of the anguish of death, the fleeting perfection of a young woman in her prime of beauty, and the mouldering corpse that lies beneath every tragic fate. Both came together in Hel, and with it came the cold and certain tones of a being who knew exactly what her purpose would be, and embraced it with grim determination. In her realm of Helheim, the dead who perish of disease and old age come to her in her dwelling of Eljuthnir, a large hall with many walls and gates where the dead rest or serve Hel in whatever form she wishes. It is a place where no fires burn, a cheerless place in the region of Niflheim where the darkness of that realm is felt in every moment. Those who make offerings to Hel to understand the wisdom of death must be very intuitive of her wishes, for although the surrendering of personal objects for the dead in Helheim is a common practice, the more dear the possession the more likely it is to sway her to impart something to those who offer it to her.

Her brother Jormungandr, also called the Midgard serpent, started out small just like his brother Fenrir, but grew to enormous size once in the waters of Midgard, growing so large that he encircles the world. He was once caught by Thor on a fishing expedition that almost had very deadly results for both Thor and his unwitting fellow fisherman Hymir, who outdid him at the feast put on by Aegir and Rhan. Thor did not take that very well,for he is always a rival of Jotnar. That day, Thor almost ended Jormundgandr’s life with a blow of his hammer, and would have done so if Hymir had not cut Thor’s line! But this was not the only time that Thor tangled with Jormungandr, for in the house of Utgartha-Loki when he was being tested by the Jotnar, he was asked to lift the household cat, which he did by one paw with extreme effort! What Thor did not know was that the cat was an illusion, just as the other challenges were, and he was actually lifting up Jormungandr himself! The rivalry between these two will end during Ragnarök, when Thor will kill the serpent, but be poisoned by his fangs and die in nine steps. I do not know of many Heathens making offerings to Jormungandr, but I suppose it is possible.
* Of the last of the Heralds of Ragnarök, we have learned much already. We have learned of his binding by Tyr and the sacrifice that was made, we have learned that he will devour the Allfather on the shattered span of Bifrost during Ragnarök, and we know that he will be destroyed in turn by Vithar. We know he is the father of the wolves that will chase the sun and the moon. What we might wonder is what might have been if the gods had not chained him, and persuaded him that indeed he had potent enemies. It was in his blood to be their enemy, or so it seemed from the perspective of the gods who for the most part had the same blood. Jotnar spirits have a strong connection with the same sense of wyrd that is possessed by the Nornir, and it is interesting to think that perhaps many of those we deem villains or ravagers in our stories might simply be playing their part. For a certainty, Fenrir has played his up to this point, and we fear the final days when he plays out the rest.
Loki, Angrboda, and their children are a riddle of the wyrd that we are yet to unravel, for we Heathens are merely mortals grasping at difficult concepts of time that stand outside the bounds of our own…this concept asks us to see it as if flipping the pages back and forth through a book until even the book disappears, and the sound of flipping pages remain. Only in the Well of Urth are these things possible to imagine. For us, understanding the actions of Loki as a slow accumulation of movements towards the future is all we can grasp. In this way, we might see the passage of time as the Allfather, with one thing being responsible for the next, one deed following another because it must. Therefore I ask you to look at Loki in such a way, for although his actions may indicate mischief and malice, it may be that is the only way he may act in the dictate of his wyrd.
After his transgressions against the gods, Loki is bound to a stone in a cave with the intestines of his son Narfi by his other son Vali while a serpent is placed above his face. Sigyn is placed in the cave with Loki to bear away the venom that drops and burns his face in a bowl, the in between moments when she empties it being agony for Loki as the burning drops torment him. But eventually, Loki will free himself when the forests and mountains shake, and Ragnarök comes. He will then be at the forefront of a force of Jotnar, leading a ship made of men’s bones and fingernails towards the burning city of Asgard. There he will fight Father Heimdall, and they will die together. This is a glimpse of the end that the prophecy of the Voluspa foretells…

Paganism

Paganism is not a religion, nor a philosophy; it is something else entirely, something more, more important, more integral to humanity than any mere belief system could ever be. And it’s all in the name.

A Pagan is “Of the Heath,” “A Dweller in the Open Fields.” In short, a country person, specifically someone connected to the land and the people who live on it. The bones and blood that fill the soil, the trees planted by their ancestors centuries before. They know the path of the stream, the nature of the trees, the shape of the mountains, the stories of the stones and the valleys. The reason Pagan has become synonymous with the Old Ways, Paganism, or “Ethnic Faith” is because the countryside is where the beliefs, stories, customs, history, and wisdom of the people are best protected. Here, the beliefs of the Church Religion waver and disappear almost as quickly as they arise.

Instead, there are songs sung in the bar, children’s names given to the cheering crowds, readings of the sun and wind to find the storms that might come to take the wheat or sink the fishing fleets. Pagans are like this because they know their land, they know their community; their history, their nature, and how it all interacts. When Pagans pass from this world, they take solace in having lived a life with those they loved most, while their flesh is reunited with their ancestors in the soil and the sea, one once more with the land and the people they cherished so much while they were alive. Whether they believe they are walking toward the embrace of their ancestors or toward oblivion, they find comfort in knowing that they truly lived. This is why Paganism is not a religion, it is much more than that. To be without this most fundamental need of humanity is to continually feel as if something is missing. The embrace of loved ones and the sacred land. This is why, as long as we breathe who we are, our old ways will never die.

Ásaheill ᚨᛚᚢ 🙌🏻

Che-na-wah Weitch-ah-wah (1856-1932), commonly known by her English name Lucy Thompson, was a Yurok author, best known for her book To the American Indian: Reminiscences of a Yurok Woman. Written in 1916, the book is intended to preserve her people's stories. The book received the American Book Award decades later in 1992. Thompson was born in the Klamath River village of Pecwan. Outside the book she is known to have come from "Yurok aristocracy" and to be married to a Euro-American man named Milton "Jim" Thompson. She intended to tell the stories of her people that were not being told by others, and to make others better understand her people and perspective, although she also criticized whites for practices like overfishing. Thompson expressed that violence towards indigenous Californians were deliberate acts of genocide and she expressed concern for the continued stewardship of Klamath River salmon.

Life
Born October 29, 1856 in Pec-Wan Village, Lucy Thompson was a member of the Yurok Tribe, located in Northern California. Her Yurok name was Che-na-wah Weitch-ah-wah. Weitch-ah-wah's was trained as a Talth, or spiritual leader, by her father, who also served the tribe in this capacity. in 1875, she married Jim Thompson, a white timber cruiser who was also an important figure in the local Masonic Lodge. Together they lived along the Klamath River and moved to Eureka in 1910. Lucy died in Eureka, California on February 23, 1932, only a year and two months after her husbands passing.

Awards
Thompson received the American Book Award for her book To the American Indian: Reminiscences of a Yurok Woman.

Works
Lucy Thompson's major work is her nonfiction, biographical book To the American Indian: Reminiscences of a Yurok Woman, originally published in 1916. The book explores Thompson's own life and upbringing, as well as other members of the Yurok tribe, in late nineteenth and early twentieth century California

Ice fishing in Kusawa, Yukon territory. I sit by the fire, my courageous love one is on the ice.

It was cool to see an VLFBEHRT sword in person, at the National Museum of Ireland, Kildare Street. Second pic is a wooden board game of Norse origin, and the third pic is a replica of a Norse fishing boat.

I recently released a music video about the grindadráp, taken from the documentary Far Away Islands.

Grindadráp is a Faroese tradition where they hunt whales. However, in modern times, they use motorboats, GPS, and other modern equipment to drive the whales into shore for slaughter. I don’t believe this is traditional, sustainable, or right.

I want to address some of your comments, particularly why I don’t talk about Denmark’s overfishing. I have actually spoken out against it many times. I’ve sailed for many years, traveled the world for the past 10 years, and have seen firsthand how ecosystems have collapsed or are on the verge of collapse, especially marine ecosystems. I’ve specifically highlighted the destruction of Køge Bugt in Denmark, where the entire bay is suffering due to silt dumping.

I’ve also spoken out against Japanese whaling, China’s massive overfishing, and other critical issues. This is close to my heart because I’ve personally witnessed the decline of ocean life. We live in a modern world with a growing population, and we need to find a way to sustain the oceans both now and for future generations.

I understand that grindadráp is something Faroese people may feel is their right and tradition, but haven’t times changed? It is no longer about tradition when motorboats, GPS, and modern tools are used to drive whales onto shore for slaughter, only to discard much of their meat and other useful parts. This isn’t an attack on the Faroese people, it is an attempt to start a discussion. Is this really necessary anymore, especially considering the heavy metals and other contaminants in the meat? Is it truly about survival, or is it done as an act of defiance against the outside world, believing others simply want to erase your tradition?

I truly appreciate everyone who has engaged in discussions on my YouTube channel, Facebook, and elsewhere without resorting to just insults or anger. I especially appreciate those who have shared different opinions in a constructive way. Productive discussions are important, and I’m grateful to those who approach these issues with an open mind.

You can watch the documentary here, where both sides discuss and voice their opinions:
https://www.waterbear.com/watch/far-away-islands