Ingwaz (Wikimedia Commons)
Today I did galdr with Ingwaz.
Worked with earplugs again today. They were fairly effective at helping me block out the outside world and concentrating fully on the work tonight.
A note: I know that the #DoMagick Challenge was to take place over the course of December, however, due to obligations to my family, Kindred, and getting hit for overtime at my job, I have been playing catch-up with my sleep. So I will be finishing up the Challenge’s 30 days, just not on the same timetable as all the other folks.
In the first round of galdr I experienced sex. The generations that grew from roots rooted in sex, then back, farther and farther back until it was no longer sex I was experiencing, but cell division. It was going from what was familiar to the unfamiliar, from this generation and humanity on back through the lines until our beginning. It was…odd. Good, but odd. I do not have words to adequately describe what going back in time and experiencing each stage of life was like, but suffice to say it was all-connective between ourselves and every thing once you go back far enough.
In the second round of galdr I was in a field. Cows, or what were near to them, I think they could have been aurochs, were lazing in it. This was just a feeling of utter peace. No predators, no worry, no nothing but lazing in a field and relaxing. When I began the next part of the galdr, they were being guided about the field. They were being herded or moved around with. Their waste fed the ground as they shredded the earth with their hooves, they ate the grasses, great big stalking things not like what we’re used to with these manicured lawns. These were grasses. They were wild. As they were eaten many shed their seeds and spread, and the aurochs helped them along to propagate the next generation. The last part of the galdr was a huge shift. Suddenly I was in a wholly different field, different grasses. Smaller grasses, great furrows in the ground over which grew plants and grasses. I saw a red flower with a black center, and heard from far off someone singing Flander’s Field. The song and scene faded as I finished galdring.
In the last round of galdr I was in a special wood-roofed hut, the scent of blood all around. The auroch’s neck was red, its body wedged into a pair of wooden beams formed into an X, tied tight to it. My hand was covered in its blood, a long knife in my hand as I held it so it would not fall. Then, the next galdr began and I and some others were butchering it in the hut, placing its parts onto wooden slats that were taken from us. In the last galdr, there was a vessel of blood that had been beneath it taken, and its blood was sprinkled on a fire, on the people, on the Gods, which were present in the poles. As I finished the galdr, it seemed to echo through me, and life was sprinkled on the field, the fire, the people, the Gods. The land would be fertile. I could see it. The people would be too. The Gods were pleased. Then, I opened my eyes, and took deep breaths as I settled back into now-time.
I did my prayers of thanks to Rúnatýr and the Runevaettir. I cleansed with the candle and prayed prayers of thanks to the Eldest Ancestor.
Link to the Daily Ritual for the Challenge.
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Sarenth Odinsson 