• My wife returns from the Netherlands today, bringing the light back into my life. By the binding of Kvinnenreise, by Raido, Fehu, and Berkano, the offering of strong mead, I make this gift to Frigg, Hearth-Keeper, beloved of the Allfather, mistress of the Disir, to keep my wife safe from harm until we are reunited.

    Hail to Frigg! Hail to the Aesir!
    My wife returns from the Netherlands today, bringing the light back into my life. By the binding of Kvinnenreise, by Raido, Fehu, and Berkano, the offering of strong mead, I make this gift to Frigg, Hearth-Keeper, beloved of the Allfather, mistress of the Disir, to keep my wife safe from harm until we are reunited. Hail to Frigg! Hail to the Aesir!
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  • The Might of Óðinn

    The Allfather, Óðinn, so wise and so bold,
    Ruler of Asgard, his stories are told,
    With his lance and his ravens, he dominates the skies,
    His power and glory, never dies.

    The power of Óðinn, is feared by all,
    His presence alone, makes giants fall,
    His wisdom and strength, unmatched and supreme,
    The power of Óðinn, is no mere dream.

    With his one eye, he sees all that is near,
    And with his wisdom, he conquers all fear,
    His power and might, forever renowned,
    The Allfather, Óðinn, forever crowned.

    In battle he leads, with his warriors by his side,
    The power of Óðinn, none can hide,
    For he is the ruler, the king of them all,

    Óðinn's power, forever stands tall.
    The Might of Óðinn The Allfather, Óðinn, so wise and so bold, Ruler of Asgard, his stories are told, With his lance and his ravens, he dominates the skies, His power and glory, never dies. The power of Óðinn, is feared by all, His presence alone, makes giants fall, His wisdom and strength, unmatched and supreme, The power of Óðinn, is no mere dream. With his one eye, he sees all that is near, And with his wisdom, he conquers all fear, His power and might, forever renowned, The Allfather, Óðinn, forever crowned. In battle he leads, with his warriors by his side, The power of Óðinn, none can hide, For he is the ruler, the king of them all, Óðinn's power, forever stands tall.
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  • The Might of Óðinn

    The Allfather, Óðinn, so wise and so bold,
    Ruler of Asgard, his stories are told,
    With his lance and his ravens, he dominates the skies,
    His power and glory, never dies.

    The power of Óðinn, is feared by all,
    His presence alone, makes giants fall,
    His wisdom and strength, unmatched and supreme,
    The power of Óðinn, is no mere dream.
    With his one eye, he sees all that is near,
    And with his wisdom, he conquers all fear,
    His power and might, forever renowned,
    The Allfather, Óðinn, forever crowned.

    In battle he leads, with his warriors by his side,
    The power of Óðinn, none can hide,
    For he is the ruler, the king of them all,
    Óðinn's power, forever stands tall.

    ¤asatru #pagan #heathen #odin
    The Might of Óðinn The Allfather, Óðinn, so wise and so bold, Ruler of Asgard, his stories are told, With his lance and his ravens, he dominates the skies, His power and glory, never dies. The power of Óðinn, is feared by all, His presence alone, makes giants fall, His wisdom and strength, unmatched and supreme, The power of Óðinn, is no mere dream. With his one eye, he sees all that is near, And with his wisdom, he conquers all fear, His power and might, forever renowned, The Allfather, Óðinn, forever crowned. In battle he leads, with his warriors by his side, The power of Óðinn, none can hide, For he is the ruler, the king of them all, Óðinn's power, forever stands tall. ¤asatru #pagan #heathen #odin
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  • Today, before going to sleep, I ran across these diverse depictions of Odin where he hanged himself To gain knowledge. I don't know exactly who the artists are, but they are definitely good. I found this diversity of art styles representing this tale interesting. I don't know why but I feel a deep connection with the Allfather and all his story.
    #odin #art
    Today, before going to sleep, I ran across these diverse depictions of Odin where he hanged himself To gain knowledge. I don't know exactly who the artists are, but they are definitely good. I found this diversity of art styles representing this tale interesting. I don't know why but I feel a deep connection with the Allfather and all his story. #odin #art
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  • Studying Moltke in the old grove today…this is the first time I’ve been making offerings in here since the homeless encampments were cleared. I’m hoping to make this spot livable again for the squirrels to feed on actual food instead of the garbage left behind by vagrants. The feel of this grove is good again…a hallowing will help of course.

    The offerings today for the Allfather and the Ancestors are strawberry mead made by myself and tobacco from the Haudenosaunee peoples of this sacred land.

    Studying Moltke in the old grove today…this is the first time I’ve been making offerings in here since the homeless encampments were cleared. I’m hoping to make this spot livable again for the squirrels to feed on actual food instead of the garbage left behind by vagrants. The feel of this grove is good again…a hallowing will help of course. The offerings today for the Allfather and the Ancestors are strawberry mead made by myself and tobacco from the Haudenosaunee peoples of this sacred land.
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  • Poem to the God Loki.

    You blood brother of the Allfather
    The forgotten, the exiled
    Your name is silenced
    But you live in our hearts.

    Lord of the fire, which illuminates and transmutes
    Lord of the extinguished echo
    Lord of the wicked joke
    God of the perverse Joke.

    Lord of dualities
    God of veiled knowledge
    Eater of wicked hearts
    God of different passions.

    They call you in the hour of need
    When nor other God answers
    You're always watching
    Wiling to help us.

    You, guardian of this brotherhood
    Father of mysteries
    The forces of nature in your seed are
    You, that under the wings of the Hawk flies.

    Your laughter friezes hearts
    Your presence illuminates any lie
    You see the true nature
    Chaotic change.

    Travel partner of As donar
    Walker of the beautiful Lopt sky
    You Lodur one of creators of human kind
    When the tradition is threaten you appear.

    As protector you feed
    You call the ones that need to be
    To get to the Gods
    First your road they must find.

    Under your tests they must pass
    Their spirit they must temper
    With the fire purify
    And in the process their faith find.

    The eternal traveler Visigoths
    We give a toast in your honor
    We recognize you as a God
    Our friend and protector.

    Give us your strength and wisdom
    So that the Visigoth Folk reborn
    So that the Eagle nation blooms
    To the cosy creator fire.

    Gutané Jér Weiháilag.
    ᚷᚢᛏᚨᚾᛖ ᛃᛖᚱ ᚹᛖᛁᚺᚨᛁᛚᚨᚷ.
    .
    Auhusmits.
    ᚨᚢᚺᚢᛊᛗᛁᛏᛊ.
    Guðja Hoen.
    ᚷᚢᚦᛃᚨ ᚺᛟᛖᚾ.
    Clan Falker.
    ᚴᛚᛅᚾ ᚠᛅᛚᚴᛅᚱ.
    H.O.S.F.
    ᚺ.ᛟ.ᛊ.ᚠ.
    México.
    ᛘᛖᚳᛋᛁᚳᚩ.
    Poem to the God Loki. You blood brother of the Allfather The forgotten, the exiled Your name is silenced But you live in our hearts. Lord of the fire, which illuminates and transmutes Lord of the extinguished echo Lord of the wicked joke God of the perverse Joke. Lord of dualities God of veiled knowledge Eater of wicked hearts God of different passions. They call you in the hour of need When nor other God answers You're always watching Wiling to help us. You, guardian of this brotherhood Father of mysteries The forces of nature in your seed are You, that under the wings of the Hawk flies. Your laughter friezes hearts Your presence illuminates any lie You see the true nature Chaotic change. Travel partner of As donar Walker of the beautiful Lopt sky You Lodur one of creators of human kind When the tradition is threaten you appear. As protector you feed You call the ones that need to be To get to the Gods First your road they must find. Under your tests they must pass Their spirit they must temper With the fire purify And in the process their faith find. The eternal traveler Visigoths We give a toast in your honor We recognize you as a God Our friend and protector. Give us your strength and wisdom So that the Visigoth Folk reborn So that the Eagle nation blooms To the cosy creator fire. Gutané Jér Weiháilag. ᚷᚢᛏᚨᚾᛖ ᛃᛖᚱ ᚹᛖᛁᚺᚨᛁᛚᚨᚷ. . Auhusmits. ᚨᚢᚺᚢᛊᛗᛁᛏᛊ. Guðja Hoen. ᚷᚢᚦᛃᚨ ᚺᛟᛖᚾ. Clan Falker. ᚴᛚᛅᚾ ᚠᛅᛚᚴᛅᚱ. H.O.S.F. ᚺ.ᛟ.ᛊ.ᚠ. México. ᛘᛖᚳᛋᛁᚳᚩ.
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  • Ansuz Meditation
    Fourth of Sunwait, 2024

    Ansuz, Ansuz, Ansuz...
    Listen well, and dream deeply in the company of the wise. Gather words, and grow in wisdom -- see the truth that is hidden beneath the world, and the truth that is wrapped up inside the one we see every day!

    Ansuz, Ansuz, Ansuz...
    Not all voices that we hear are heeded, the ones that shout in our hearts and heads, for spirit happens in both! Have you listened? Easy answers are not often wise or true...hearken to the words of the Allfather in the Havamal! Let his rune be where you begin and end in clarity and truth, only to begin again, for just like the domain of the Nornir, no great wisdom is an end itself, but the plateau that leads ot another!

    Ansuz, Ansuz, Ansuz...
    Ansuz Meditation Fourth of Sunwait, 2024 Ansuz, Ansuz, Ansuz... Listen well, and dream deeply in the company of the wise. Gather words, and grow in wisdom -- see the truth that is hidden beneath the world, and the truth that is wrapped up inside the one we see every day! Ansuz, Ansuz, Ansuz... Not all voices that we hear are heeded, the ones that shout in our hearts and heads, for spirit happens in both! Have you listened? Easy answers are not often wise or true...hearken to the words of the Allfather in the Havamal! Let his rune be where you begin and end in clarity and truth, only to begin again, for just like the domain of the Nornir, no great wisdom is an end itself, but the plateau that leads ot another! Ansuz, Ansuz, Ansuz...
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  • Allfather, Wanderer, Wise One I call to you now as I walk the path of transformation. INSPIRE me the strength to face my shadows, the wisdom to know myself, and the will to stay true to my journey. I offer this day to clarity, not illusion.
    Allfather, Wanderer, Wise One I call to you now as I walk the path of transformation. INSPIRE me the strength to face my shadows, the wisdom to know myself, and the will to stay true to my journey. I offer this day to clarity, not illusion.
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  • 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…
    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…
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  • Loki, Changer of Ways, and the Heralds of Ragnarök
    Part 1

    It is widely known that many of the gods bear the blood of the Jotnar in their family tree, some being half siblings or cousins of the very beings that are often seen as enemies in our stories. All of Odin’s bloodline are of Jotun descent, for his mother was Bestla, the giantess, and Odin himself bred with many giantesses to gain insight and glory in his quest for wisdom. We often see the Jotnar as giants, and although many are indeed of looming shape and mighty stature, they also have hidden knowledge of the beginnings of the world and the ability to change their shape, which is probably how Odin learned how to do so. It is not a surprise, then, that Loki was born with so many abilities and knowledges that the gods did not have, nor did they possess his dangerous and fateful wyrd.
    Many malign Loki among our Heathen folk, and speak of him with derision or not at all. I believe this to be a mistake, and needing some correction. To be Loki is to be the agent of change in a world that is defined to be perpetual and blissful. Imagine that you would live for all time, youthful and strong through the apples of Idunn in places like Briedablik, Folkvangr, or Vanahiem where life is stable, fruitful , and predictable. It does not change, it does not grow – it is a static place where none may prove their worth because nothing happens! How could the gods ever achieve glory in a fixed game? Loki has been the best and worst thing that has ever happened to the gods, and we should understand him in that light.
    He is the blood brother of Odin, which very few acknowledge because the reason for it is long lost. If we take into account how often the Allfather made deals for knowledge and slept with many Jotnar, it is fair to imagine that Laufey, Loki’s mother, may have been a consort of Odin’s, for Loki’s father Farbauti disowned him after Loki could not get along in his house. A deeper reason might have been that Loki was not his child, but we do not know that. The Allfather accepted him as a companion, and his presence with the Aesir has been constant.
    Listing the crimes of Loki here would take a long time, and we have mentioned his antics from time to time…the cutting of Sif’s hair, the killing of Baldur, and his part in the creation of the heralds of Ragnarök. Loki has three wives, you see. The third one, Sigyn, was chosen for him in hopes that she would calm him down and bring him in line with the rest of Odin’s household. She bore him two sons, Vali and Narfi, whose fate you know, so the effort of the matchmakers was for naught. His first wife, Glut, was a fire giantess who lived in Jarnvid in Midgard where dwelled many trollmann. Their offspring, Einmyra and Eisa have no part to play in the story of the gods, and were left alone to live out their lives in peace. It was Glut’s sister, Angrboda whom Loki really desired, and in their union would be born tragedy and destruction. Their children are most famous and terrible: Hel, the mistress of Helheim, Jormungandr the world serpent and Thor’s bane, and Fenrir, the bloody wolf of Ragnarök, unchained at last.
    Loki, Changer of Ways, and the Heralds of Ragnarök Part 1 It is widely known that many of the gods bear the blood of the Jotnar in their family tree, some being half siblings or cousins of the very beings that are often seen as enemies in our stories. All of Odin’s bloodline are of Jotun descent, for his mother was Bestla, the giantess, and Odin himself bred with many giantesses to gain insight and glory in his quest for wisdom. We often see the Jotnar as giants, and although many are indeed of looming shape and mighty stature, they also have hidden knowledge of the beginnings of the world and the ability to change their shape, which is probably how Odin learned how to do so. It is not a surprise, then, that Loki was born with so many abilities and knowledges that the gods did not have, nor did they possess his dangerous and fateful wyrd. Many malign Loki among our Heathen folk, and speak of him with derision or not at all. I believe this to be a mistake, and needing some correction. To be Loki is to be the agent of change in a world that is defined to be perpetual and blissful. Imagine that you would live for all time, youthful and strong through the apples of Idunn in places like Briedablik, Folkvangr, or Vanahiem where life is stable, fruitful , and predictable. It does not change, it does not grow – it is a static place where none may prove their worth because nothing happens! How could the gods ever achieve glory in a fixed game? Loki has been the best and worst thing that has ever happened to the gods, and we should understand him in that light. He is the blood brother of Odin, which very few acknowledge because the reason for it is long lost. If we take into account how often the Allfather made deals for knowledge and slept with many Jotnar, it is fair to imagine that Laufey, Loki’s mother, may have been a consort of Odin’s, for Loki’s father Farbauti disowned him after Loki could not get along in his house. A deeper reason might have been that Loki was not his child, but we do not know that. The Allfather accepted him as a companion, and his presence with the Aesir has been constant. Listing the crimes of Loki here would take a long time, and we have mentioned his antics from time to time…the cutting of Sif’s hair, the killing of Baldur, and his part in the creation of the heralds of Ragnarök. Loki has three wives, you see. The third one, Sigyn, was chosen for him in hopes that she would calm him down and bring him in line with the rest of Odin’s household. She bore him two sons, Vali and Narfi, whose fate you know, so the effort of the matchmakers was for naught. His first wife, Glut, was a fire giantess who lived in Jarnvid in Midgard where dwelled many trollmann. Their offspring, Einmyra and Eisa have no part to play in the story of the gods, and were left alone to live out their lives in peace. It was Glut’s sister, Angrboda whom Loki really desired, and in their union would be born tragedy and destruction. Their children are most famous and terrible: Hel, the mistress of Helheim, Jormungandr the world serpent and Thor’s bane, and Fenrir, the bloody wolf of Ragnarök, unchained at last.
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